Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft. Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter & Alley Boy)

Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft.  Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter &Alley Boy)

Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft.  Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter &Alley Boy):

[Hook]

Fuck ‘em up

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

Y’all niggas can’t do shit (bitch)

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]

I’m in DC with them…

Cali, call up Nipsey

In Philly, I know Meek

I know Meek and Omelly

I call up Bigga Rankin

Nigga down in that…

Shout out to them bad bitches

KOD Miami

Salute to them Haitian niggas

Hot down in Little Haiti

Salute to Jimmy nigga

Harlem going crazy

I’m good nigga, even in Texas

Better watch what you rap about

I call up the Prince boys

I know you heard about Rap-a-lot

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Guwop or doo-wop

I’m a trap nigga, I’m not hip-hop

Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops

My clip long like tube socks

If you say something, I’mma spray something

Wanna fuck some and I’mma pay something

Had a threesome with your BM

And my young niggas’ll take some

Take money to make money

I’m a great ape with this AK

Banana clip for these monkey niggas

I’m a millionaire, but a country nigga

Half a mil on a dice game

Three mil on my ice game

Was all good ’til your wife came

It’s Gucci Mane, you in my lane

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]

Quarter million dollar worth of jewelry…

You haters sittin’ plottin’

Y’all niggas ain’t gonna do shit

My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks

Independent major label deal, I’m filthy rich

Little Mexico lingo

We got a home where we make kilos

You say you move kilos

But nigga, you still stuck on zeroes

Fake rappers, I don’t like

All I rap is white

VVS my ice

Nigga, fuck your highest price

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Alley Boy]

Alley Boy don’t play

Little Trouble don’t play

Bitch ain’t gonna play, Little Ricky don’t play

Get you take, new face in the A

These young shooters gonna do what I say

New king of the south, they can’t do shit

Atta boy, 2Pac in ’96

But I ain’t get shot, I’mma chill me a bitch

…Zone 6, I’mma wrap these bricks

…eye for an eye

War cry nigga, these bullets gonna fly

From 1 to 6 dare nigga to try

Pussy went black from all that fire

With my gold grill and my gold Bentley

…father…

Y’all niggas can’t do shit

Fuck ‘em up, you better stay red

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Childish Gambino]

Pull up in an Audi, they don’t know shit about me

These rappers are so inventive

Your Maserati is rented, my second house is in Venice

3rd in Kaua’i, I got a bird cause I’m fly, I don’t wanna brag

These niggas wanna break my neck

They could, I’m a buck fifty when soaking wet

My hood got a clear port and an ocean deck

I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to death

Back for more, fuck it, I’mma rap some more

I got some white girls with me like I’m Macklemore

My back is sore, from whippin’ in the Jaguar

I’m the goat like a motherfucking Capricorn

Yeah, I hate whack niggas, that’s my fucking problem (true)

I’m too turned up like like the fucking volume

These niggas get dropped like my fucking albums

Eastside, Stone Mountain

[Hook]

Childish Gambino - Real Estate Lyrics Ft. Alley Boy, Swank & Tina Fey

Childish Gambino - Real Estate Lyrics Ft. Alley Boy, Swank & Tina Fey:

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
I got a PJ for the whole crew
Passport looking old news
Champagne in a glasshouse
Old money know what I’m about
Put your money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
Nigga I’m from Georgia that’s the realest state

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
I’m feeling like New Zealand, charge it to the Am-X
Gotta use that latex or she living like a princess
They don’t wake you up in private, let a nigga sleep
I got houses in the mountains, man Will Smith live down the street
Got that generation money my grandkids are assholes
Stacking something dummy every verse I got got cash flow
Monaco they loved me, I’m wearing something ugly
But they still know I’m rich though so my doo-rag lookin’ stuffy
Rollin’ with the royalty Kauai is just my Camelot
Glasshouse, champagne, white shirt, no socks, no top Saint Bart’s
Pushin’ 997’s like I’m making fuckin’ phone calls
Half a mill is low bar
Lot of diamonds light bright, whiskey older than Betty White
Spot me on Dalmatian Croatian girls salvation us
Make something of myself man
Somebody let’em know, ‘cuz it’s that eastside nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Ridin’ around with a whole meal, real estate can a nigga [?]?
Gold [?] no ice grill [?]
Georgia nigga I’m A-town eastside nation wide
[?] nigga like Tim Briggs, killed them, homicide
Real estate that’s my estate Georgia pizza [?]
Mason Ave, that’s my street, we sellin’ crack on Front Street
Old money got dust on it, old chopper got rust on it
New crib got a ticket on it, just cast out some figures on it
Baby momma, stank bitch fought child support, I’m too rich
[?] you can pay your bills on my dick
My drives license’s suspended but I’m still ridin’ in a Bentley
I’m still strapped with that semi, real estate we winnin’
Me and Childish Gambino plenty chips no casino
Poppin’ bottles with models they gone suck on some pronto
Put my grill in your real estate, know I come from that real estate
Niggas eating of our paper plate we just cop’em with alley 8s

[Hook x2]

[Outro 1: Swank]
Man Atlanta showing love too, man
Shout out to Eastside, shout out to Southside, Westside
And for the North side, man them niggas up there be testin’
Ain’t nothing changed man, we still get money out here
Royalty forever in this bitch
Gambino nigga, you know what I’m saying?
That new shit man
One time for the one time man, real nigga stand up
Two times for the bad bitches, three for the rich
You know what I’m talking about?
You know what it is man, yeah man
Money talk, bullshit walkin’ marathon
Real niggas know what I’m talking about
Royalty forever motherfucker
Gambino forever motherfucker
Get used to it, Royalty nigga, Royalty motherfucker
Motherfucking eastside stand up, Stone Mountain, L-town
We in this bitch like we fucking a dog or some shit my nigga
Man y’all motherfuckers already know what it is
Royalty forever in this bitch, bitch niggas fall back
Real recognize real and y’all sucka niggas ain’t it
You feel me? Man don’t watch me, watch TV
Wait, ‘Bino on that shit too, God damn
Man we gettin’ that white people money, you heard that?
Matter of fact Tina, tell these niggas what I’m talking about one time

[Outro 2: Tina Fey]
Yeah we in here, we in this thing
Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever
We ballin’ ‘till we fuckin’ up the hardwood homey
This is the life we live son
My president is black and my Prius is blue motherfucker
Royalty all day, we droppin’ racks in Nordstroms son
That’s racks on racks damn it
You feel me? You feel me?
This is the part where most people would say something crazy and drop the n-word after it
Not going to, not gonna do that
I don’t feel comfortable
I’m out!

Alley Boy - Anything Else ft Jim Jones Lyrics

Alley Boy - Anything Else ft Jim Jones Lyrics:

Anything else nigga they’re holding us when you ..
It’s not an only face when you lose it
I fooled you ..you take em all is just the beginning
you lose us niggas some losers
anything else.

don’t ..really nigga to your .. one play ..silver
I’ma ..nigga ..for these ..
You never outlast last of a damn ..
I know is where we .. the concrete
Small frame nigga put it hard .. ten feet
... play my own way in this game shawty I’m ..
Men and the ..and run over we’re taking away
If it was the other way you want it all for yourself

2 x Chorus:
Anything else nigga they’re holding us when you ..
It’s not an only face when you lose it
I fooled you ..you take em all is just the beginning
you lose us niggas some losers
anything else.

Anything else that would be uncivilized
Talk about hustle and that is ..
We’re in the streets and have my niggas ..
So much .. take the money then jump.. the skies..
And you know we’re keeping ..
And please.. haters know they love but you know they got a ..
I can’t front we got my vision
Anything else let’s get high

[Chorus:]