Arif – Flexnes Lyrics

[Vers 1]
Hver gang jeg baller så hører du swosh
Tar opp en plate og passer til brush
Kutter det opp, brenner det ned, kaller det George W. Kush
Ikke tenk på det
Chain gang shit, putt en lenk på det
Baws over alt, putter penger på det
Din stil er kjip, putt en seng på det
Kommer inn på stedet
‘Hva skjer?’ Sofistikerte neger’n
Jeg har på meg no APC
Den er lowkey, men det er en APC
Hun er en djevel, ruller brokkoli med risla
Hun kjenner meg fra gamle dager, kaller meg bare Rifla
Osama Bin fresh, cracker en joke
Cracker en cracker, jeg cracker en kjeks
Følte meg som Al Bundy når jeg jobbet for Stress
De gnorerer det og kaller det for ignorant, det er interessant
Hvem er det som egentlig er ignorant?
Aldri vært noen spenn, det hadde jeg gjort som Kool G
Penger kommer og går, akkuratt som dårlig poddi
Leker hver dag, jobber hele natten
Putter alt inn, baba, så vi får det igjen på skatten

[Refreng]
Baws gang over all ting
Putter alt inn
Får igjen på skatten akkurat som om det var Altinn
La meg flexe, yeah, bare gjør min ting

Hatt og frakk på, føler meg som Flexnes

[Vers 2]
Vent nå, vent nå, vent nå
Baby girl, bare hold den tanken
For den som en cola flaske for deg hadde tømt hele banken
Slitt tak som franskmenn
Øyna mine hella blanke
La oss drikke til bar’n blir til aske
Dra en spansk en
Gi haterne finger’n som Dansken
For jeg føler meg som Michael Schumacher
Kjører rundt I byen med min takløse og roper f*ck alle sammen
Helt ’96 for no Pac shit
Neger’n er alltid fly på no bab shit
Flowen er fortsatt priceless
Hvis Djengis kan, så hvorfor ikke meg, bitch?
Hun henger meg blogge-hoes
Ser noen foes som mega hoes
Som ler av hoes, men selv er hoes
Ligner litt på Bervatov
Du vet, svigermors drøm, når du først treffer dem
For mye plastikk, lukter falskhet når du klemmer dem
Velkommen til Oslo by, verdens minste storby
Alle kjenner alle og dem alle elsker gossip
Hun skriker ut I’m a boss, helt Ricky hvalross
Jentene har ikke sett noen digge svartinger, så tap them hoes

[Refreng]

Shotta Spence – Word Of Mouth

[Intro]
Shotta Spence
Von Vuai
Take no talk from no boy
I’ll never live on my knees, I’m dying on my feet
I’ll never flee never flee

[Verse 1]
Everywhere I step I’m stepping with precision
Move in silence, all you hearing is the crickets
Spirit of Malcolm X, by any means I’m getting
Stirring the pot up ’til my wrist bone get to clicking
Stomach is growling, it sound like a hoopty engine
I’m praying to God but my actions ain’t so Christian
Gimme the throat, I don’t need no lip service from bitches
I told the bitch stop using your teeth, that’s cannibalistic
Work it work it ooh, pulling up on you
Where you at, give me your longitude and latitude
This a fucking coupe, ain’t no room for you
Tell your friends you gotta Uber back to the zoo
I’m a warrior, got some shooters on my team
I’m a player for life, bitches hanging off my jeans
Know I did some people wrong but that’s how it had to be
Lord lord lord, save some room for me

[Verse 2]
Watch out
Gucci Timberlands, I slip my feet in them
2008 Bape and APC denim
Feel my palms itching like they got fleas in them
When I get them Rollies believe I’m freezin’ them
Ball out little homie, ball it out
Call out fake hustlers, call ’em out
Put your guard up, ain’t no time to talk it out
How do I know where you live, hmm, word of mouth
I might OD, might OD off this mighty weed
You take a pull you gon’ go, that’s some gasoline
You can count on me to count the green while they counting sheep
You want surf and turf, I’m too cheap, you get Mickey D’s
You know that your boys witcha, if they gon’ bleed witcha
If they get money witcha, if they don’t chief swishers
And they not team switching, whenever the plot thickens
And they would rather take a sentence ‘fore they start snitching
Wanna know who done got my homie shot
That shit tied my gut in knots
Pull up on that pussyclaat, put his face to the curb and stomp
Life is short and then you’re gone, so I keep my money long
Reason why I wrote this song, reason why I’m stunting on ’em

MadeinTYO – Baby Bop Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
Woah
She brought her ass on deck
Gas on deck
Ass on deck
Hey

[Bridge]
She got that ass on deck, I got gas on deck (move)
Shawty too thick I ain’t even gotta flex
APC denim and them things too smooth
Shawty give me top, might change my mood
She got ass on deck
I got gas on deck
Shawty too thick I ain’t even gotta flex
APC denim and them things too smooth
Shawty give me top, might change my mood (aye)

[Hook]
Slide your top
Slide your top
Make it drop
Baby bop (woah)
How we rock
It’s how we rock
Baby bop
Baby bop
Slide your top
Slide your top
Make it drop
Baby bop (ooh)
Baby bop (ooh)
This how we rock (ooh)
It’s how we rock (ooh)
Slide your top (ooh)

[Verse]
[?] boolin with me in Bahamas
I’m bout a check I’m bout a check, yeah made it comma
Black and white like a panda yeah no Desiigner
Boolin with your bitch who yeah baby mama
Pants on my waist but I never sag
Did it on my own bitch, yeah I’m in my bag