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- Big Sean Friday Night Cypher 歌詞
- Big Sean
- Tee Grizzley：
Ayy ayy ayy
Ayy ayy ayy
Hit-Boy
Ayy this that Clipse sample ayy
F**k that talkin' let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands around them hundreds you know how much that is
Tens
Too much to give me cash they had to wire me the backend
Send it
N***as in here lookin' tough you know that I got mag in
What
Ask me am I only rappin' you know I got that bag in
You see it
Bandman like Lonnie
Lonnie
Want my head come find me
Come get it
Lil' bro in that b***h chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky
He chillin'
He comin' home to a dollar
Dollar
And a mansion and a chopper
What else
In the desert on a dirt bike
Skrrt
VLONE shirt and the Pradas
Fresh
Big n***a fresher than you f**k you and your stylist
Woah
Paid ninety for my grill then lost it that's why I ain't smilin'
D**n
You got Sean you got Hit you got Grizz
Kash Doll'll paint you red throw you in the water
They gon' think you a lobster n***a
Gang
Kash Doll：
Uh
I just dropped a kit you dropped out of school
These h*es wanna be famous 'til they make the news
All my b***hes winnin' how it feel to lose
N***a tryna get the box like he finna move
B***h I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle
Your n***a still drink Pinnacle b***h your taste is pitiful
I talk cash s**t you ain't cash s**t
Call up Baby Choppa Cash Kidd and spend my casket
You stay back like adlibs I buy I don't ask s**t
I pop s**t and pop tags b***h this new era be cappin' uh
Me Sean T off that Pusha T ain't no pushin' me
Bro might put you on a tee dot my I's and cross my T's
Bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't put you onto me
A-plus p***y worth a B n***a uh
You n***as ain't worth no B f**k outta here
Cash Kidd：
I keep dyin' in my dreams but life great when I stay woke
Bet you love dreamin' that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me 40 make you back up off me like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered down Jhené Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny
N***a you not finna ham me huh
Put a body on a ratchet I feel like Dr. Miami
N***as tryna ride my wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six in a Lam' but I'm not that b***h Mary
Helluva made this beat baby
Payroll Giovanni：
Four-One
They counted me out I came back with a vengeance
In back-to-back Benzes back-to-back winnin'
Rap failed oh well give me back my scale
And a burn-out cell I'll grow clientele
Four-One P I don't sell dreams I wholesale P's
Want halves n***a don't call me don't insult me
Boy
Wrist frosty 'bout eighty what this s**t cost me
Don't worry I'll make it back before you sip coffee
I run with hustlers and bosses bosses and hustlers
Yeah
Had to find my hustle I was lost in the gutter
Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
B***h it's BYLUG for life never crossin' my brothers
Let's go
Helluva made this beat baby
42 Dugg：
I f**k with 6 Mile not too much the 7 they freed the 4s
That's your b***h huh well get her together she f**kin' bro
You know them road trips still bring a dub in sub in
Even if the party was seven the strip club ten
I'm all in this b***h on the tether I'm throwin' dubs still
I put her in the Bentley mansion rent-free
Told 'em keep the G-Wagen plain don't even tint these
Can't be f**kin' with a lame dog you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock' I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn still codeword for reggies
I ain't sign a deal yet f**k it I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eatin' free my n***as 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead we ain't even Jet back ante up b***h
Free them boys
S**t hard
Boldy James：
We gon' make it off the ave get a half then I shake it
Somethin' like a bad habit we ain't have it we gon' take it
Came up off a fity slab now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off askin' me for raises
Took me six hours to count it bubble wrap it up and tape it
All my b***hes want allowance plug askin' me for favors
I been out of town so long
Had to get reacquainted with the neighbors on the block
All this cash we been rakin'
Drego/Big Sean：
Way before the rap when I was writin' verses
We was beatin' up the Ike like I was Tina Turner
We was loadin' up the Glock and fillin' up the hearses
Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday tryna teach the sermon
Tryna teach 'em how to get it fill up they mamas' purses
So they ain't standin' front the judge listen to the verdicts
'Cause we was standin' on the block thuggin' with the serpents
Yeah
Get caught with Curtis Blow on me and they gon' close the curtians
Big Sean：
Million-dollar cars you can't merge in BasedGod how I got my curse lift
She gon' play her part so well you thought that she rehearsed it
Don life worship
Holy temple synagogue tabernacle churches
Yeah
Hit-Boy
Look
I can't even chill I get active
Overdoin' everythin' my best and worst habit
S**t be impossible 'til it happens
I never thought I'd see Kobe go before Magic
That taught me first no seconds to waste
Only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face
F**k you think she doin' over here watchin' Netflix
Beard game might just let it grow down to my necklace uh
I don't hope for wins I expect it uh
Adrenaline in me like it got injected
My girl say I got communication issues no I don't
I just don't like sharin' all my problems more than the results
I bring the plan back to my team tell 'em go wild
Godbody my physique and my profile
I did every single goal that I wrote down
Checked it off it's old now
And that s**t give me chills f**k I gotta take yours
I'm the originator make it then I make more
Written in stone you can't forge
You ain't on my level
Even if we in the same buildin' on the same floor
Old boy black out
Dough boy cash out payroll contract maxed out
Cash kid cash cow
Tapped in I can't tap out
B***h keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in
Tony on the monitor I see your a*s creepin' in
Lil' b***h if it weren't for me you wouldn't exist you get the gist
F**k a cease and desist they shootin' up seats and exits
Throwin' plays to my bros I'm leadin' the league in assists
Hopscotch blacktop I ain't been skippin' a step since
Real estate Zillow every day b***h I might just change my profession
Dodged so many rainy days it changed my complexion
Hang up on your a*s and say I lost the connection
I turned out to be the man that I manifested
Let's go then
Sada Baby：
Hmm f**k the bulls**t
I ain't here to make no friends can't get bool with me
Since an adolescent I was ignorant up in school trippin'
Pistol at my desk I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your b***h hand in my corner pocket play pool with it
She gon' eat the d**k both balls licked and do it to me
Ain't go to college I ain't want no p***y n***a roomin' with me
Still could've went to college Sada ain't no fool n***a
Every clip we got extended yellow Perkies look like minions
Put Church's Chicken on your n***as scrape them boys for half a biscuit
Know I like the burner but I'll beat your a*s this s**t personal huh
Hit him in his s**t with this fifty or thirty duh
Let's go Royce
Royce da 5'9"：
Name a n***a out of the D as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars n***a knowledge is key
I did it all without a college degree
I went from hottest signed artists don dada to G
Street lord rock bottom Godfather and P
D-Boy Rottweiler Sean Sada and Tee
Standin' on the corner three days
Phone is on Motorola prepaid
Theodora or gold Ellesses
These are ordered from the older East Bays
She either rollin' with the owners or the leesees
A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges
A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin'
I thought I told you motherf**kers I ain't need a budget
I ride with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilina cousin
Before you could sell that Cole and Odell
Or go NFL be Kobe or Kells
The plight of the rich is to throw you in jail
The fight has been fixed since the openin' bell
And you know who postin' your bail who promotin' your L
Who be hopin' you fail n***a Oprah and Gayle
Ignore the hate show the world that we love the opps
Call the aura great while they make great wrestle docs
Nah
Okay yeah
Hit-Boy
Yeah
Eminem：
B***h you have never said a clever line ever
You murdering in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured I'ma treat this roof like I'm peelin' off
The plastic on a pill bottle I'm tearin' the ceilin' off yeah
Ripping rappers like they were wrapped in saran b***h
And I'm strapped up with ammunition
And single-handedly takin' over the game like I had an actual hand missing
But I only need one to clap
Animal ambition
The only f**kin' way that you're strapped is for cash
Wish you could slap in the d**n clip
In that motherf**kin' imaginary little handgun you're brandishin'
B***h if you pull up with the stick
It's a car with a manual transmission
The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one
Voodoo dolls I'm just pokin' fun pins to me are like loaded guns
When I'm holdin' one if I'm just fiddlin' with it
This motherf**ker discharges like me checkin' myself out of the f**king mental hospital
And I get off like an acquittal I spit it you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holding a nuke or a d**n bazooka
And walkin' right up the middle of little kids' f**kin' pillow fight with it
You want smoke I'm like hookah
Man I remember back when I used to get jumped for my f**king Pumas
Run home and go f**k my room up
These streets will try to vacuum you up
That's why the avenue where I grew up was 8 Mile and Hoover
What
'Cause it sucked like a Roomba
But even if I would've went the indie route
I don't have any doubt
I would still get blown like it's windy out
Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out
This is the beginning of the ending
But I'll put another clip in and spit these rounds
If I dig deep down when I'm in my bag like Fendi
Who am I offending now
Got so many f**king detractors feels like I'm gettin' plowed
Had to put my money on a diet I got too many pounds
You would think I'm turnin' pages the way that I'm flippin' paper
Middle fingers them b***hes get to wavin' like friendly neighbors
I'm talkin' loot like I'm rioting
D**k is so big I can't fit the entire thing through a tire swing
I don't think it would be logic to say that I'm retirin'
But I should say bye-bye earthlings
'Cause I'm back on Uranus f**kin' up this "Grindin'" beat yeah
I took the pain and learned how to put that s**t into a song
You listen for flaws and strip it and try to pick it apart
So when I'm rippin' it's hard to tell whether if it is really because
Of how offensive I am or just what a b***h that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes at f**king St. Vincent de Paul
Like I don't make sure every sentence and bar with a pencil is sharp
And I'm quick on the draw
Yeah so when I pull it surprise like Kendrick Lamar
You need to walk the Yellow Brick Road and find the chick with the dog
'Cause y'all are missing a heart
Plus your b***h is giving out brain like the Wizard of Oz
This s**t is like sitting in the principal's office getting scolded for skipping
Y'all got detention tomorrow
I'm severe like Benzo withdrawal
B***h your skin's gonna crawl
I'm invincible I've been through it all
Like I never thought about just ending it 'til I got pissed off
And put a fist through the wall
My back was against
Now I rap like I'm possessed that's nine-tenths of the law
Oh
Oh f**k it
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