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Lance Reddick, star of The Wire, dead at 60

Lance Reddick, star of The Wire, dead at 60
No cause of death was revealed.

March 17, 2023

Lance Reddick. Photo by Mat Hayward/Getty Images for Activision

Lance Reddick, an actor who was one of the central performers in HBO’s The Wire, has passed away at age 60. TMZ first reported the story, citing law enforcement sources who said that Reddick’s body had been found at 9:30 a.m. on Friday (March 17); Variety confirmed the actor’s death with his representatives. No cause of death has been revealed, though his passing reportedly “appears to be natural.” The FADER has reached out to the Los Angeles Police Department for more information.

Born in Baltimore, Maryland, Reddick was a dutiful student of the fine arts, receiving a Bachelor of Music degree at the University of Rochester’s Eastman School of Music and attending Yale’s School of Drama for a Master of Fine Arts (“I started acting because I thought it would help my music career,” Reddick told The Guardian in 2010). After a run of guest roles in the ’90s, Reddick appeared as John Basil in HBO’s prison drama Oz.

In 2001 he was cast in The Wire, an HBO drama program widely regarded as the greatest series ever filmed, chronicling the police department in Reddick’s hometown. Reddick played Cedrick Daniels, a straight-laced and ambitious lieutenant whose formidable skills are often at odds with his troubled past, an unorthodox team, and less-than-ethical superiors. The Wire ran for six seasons with Reddick appearing in all but two of its 60 episodes.

Outside of The Wire, Reddick had a fruitful career in television, films, and video games. He regularly played police figures like the mysterious Phillip Broyles in Fox’s cult sci-fi series Fringe and Chief Irvin Irving in Bosch. In the John Wick franchise, he can be seen as the hotel concierge Charon, lending an air of authority to the action franchise’s fantastical world of secretive assassin groups. The highly-acclaimed Horizon video game series from Sony stars Reddick as Sylens, the curmudgeonly mentor to the game’s protagonist, Eloy.

Reddick is survived by his wife Stephanie Reddick and a daughter from a previous marriage.

Watch Rina Sawayama bring “This Hell” to The Tonight Show

Watch Rina Sawayama bring “This Hell” to The Tonight Show
Rina said 🤠.

By David Renshaw

May 20, 2022

Rina Sawayama debuted new song “This Hell” earlier in the week and on Thursday she stopped by The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon to play the song live for the first time. “This Hell” will feature on Sawayama’s next album Hold the Girl, due in September. Watch her late night appearance above.

Hold the Girl is the follow-up to 2020 album SAWAYAMA, one of The FADER’s favorite albums of that year. Last year she collaborated with Elton John and secured a role in the next John Wick movie. In 2022 already she has appeared alongside Charli XCX on “Beg For You” and joined Pabllo Vittar on “Follow Me.”

Bad Bunny stabs Brad Pitt in the first Bullet Train trailer

Bad Bunny stabs Brad Pitt in the first Bullet Train trailer
The Latin trap star’s movie debut arrives in theaters on July 15.

By Jordan Darville

March 02, 2022

Reggaeton star Bad Bunny got a chance to debut his fighting skills at WWE last year with a bout that was pretty good, at least according to people who actually watch the sport. If the ring isn’t your thing, you’ll be able to see Bad Bunny duke it out with Brad Pitt in Bullet Train, an upcoming action film arriving in theaters on July 15.

The picture is directed by David Leitch, who handled Deadpool 2 and co-directed the first (and best!) John Wick movie. It follows a group of assassins trying to get their hands on a mysterious briefcase while on one of Japan’s high-speed trains. Sounds dangerous, right? It is! In the trailer above, you’ll see a glimpse of Bad Bunny’s fight with Pitt. B.B. looks pretty convincing as an action film performer, so who knows where Bullet Train could take him if this is well received. Watch above via Stereogum.

Post Malone and The Weeknd fight it out in the “One Right Now” video

Post Malone and The Weeknd fight it out in the “One Right Now” video
The pop stars get into a bloody shootout for the Tanu Muino-directed video.

By Jordan Darville

November 15, 2021

Post Malone and The Weeknd are two of the biggest pop stars in the world right now, both having channelled their respective angsty and drug-addled sing-raps to massive success. On the heels of their collaborative single “One Right Now” comes the song’s visuals, out on Monday.

The video’s treatment is Scarface-meets-John Wick: each artist is a gun-toting assassin (with Abel Tesfaye doing the full Tony Montana-arm-in-a-sling look) who pursues the other while mowing down hoards of imposters. Near the beginning of the video, Post Malone appears to purchase one of those cartoon ape NFTs, then goes on to slaughter a bunch of people with a massive shotgun.

Both Post Malone and The Weeknd have new albums in the works and coming soon. “Take My Breath,” the latest solo single from The Weeknd, was released in August. Recently, he has teamed up with Rosalía for “La Fama,” and appeared on the Swedish House Mafia single “Moth to A Flame.”

Post Malone – Motley Crew Lyrics

[Intro]
(d.a. got that dope)

[Chorus]
Count up the bands, stickin’ out
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can’t pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad
I see your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior
I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Siberia
I’m at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I’m a star, I’m Sirius
We came to play, it’s serious
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the motley crew

[Verse 1]
Sit-up, pour, I just forgot where I was
Pour it up, throw it up, sit up, what?
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up
Came with a wig splitter
I got John Wick hitters (Ooh)
I’ma go get, get up (Wow, uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Camе with the army, army, army, yeah
The pеople ’round me still the same
We just wanna party, party, party, yeah
We rowdy and we’ll never chill

I’m at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I’m a star, I’m Sirius
We came to play, it’s serious
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the motley crew

[Verse 2]
What you gon’ do? I’ma pull up with the crew
When I’m off the juice, I like to hang out the roof
I’m rockin’ jewels, I like when the diamonds, they move
I just go through, I do not wait in a queue
Baby, baby, pick it, Brady, Brady
AP navy, navy, chain like two Mercedes
I’ll come when they pay me, come with Katy, Amy
Crew go crazy, crazy, kick it down daily (Uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Came with the army, army, army, yeah
The people ’round me still the same
We just wanna party, party, party, yeah
We rowdy and we’ll never chill

Flee Lord, Roc Marciano – Breath of Air feat. Ransom

Tried the [?] for my pimp folks
Y’all n***as been jokes
I ain’t flip a Franco before I sit here broke
Knocking on Heaven’s door selling [?]
saying prayers for the Lords
Ain’t a force, need the Lord
There’s a war going on outside
You can’t sit in, you gotta come with your A
Having a plan B
(You ain’t got no second chance!)

[Ransom verse:]
Yeah,
Me and Flee just viciously violent
Not a whisper, we silent
Put suspicious behind it
White shirts slippin sliddin like he was hit with the [??]
Tell this bitch to advise it, selling clip to remind her
Life is like a movie, view the tapes
N***as hate to rewind them
I feel great when I’m griddin’
Flows that will shake up the climate
Lord never take on [?]
Ain’t no brakes when you ride it
Fix the brakes and align me
No mistakes out behind this
I shoot from long distance like John Wick

[Breath of Air Lyrics will be soon updated]

Gue Pequeno – Alex Lyrics (feat. Lazza & Salmo)

[Testo di “Alex” ft. Lazza & Salmo]

[Intro: Guè Pequeno]
Yeah, yeah
G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ue
DeLarge
Clockwork Orange flow
Seh, ah, seh

[Strofa 1: Guè Pequeno]
Il mio modello di orologio è il numero sei-uno-zero
Comunemente detto in gergo “non potrai mai averlo”
Il mio migliore amico si chiama “tu non guardarmi”
La morte è mia sorella, la mia tipa è “giù le mani”
Viaggio Vodka e Parabellum, ra-ta-ta, come John Wick
Pagando mi sono fatto molte delle tipe al GF Vip
Senza mai partecipare a un edizione
Polso al cuore, li ho ghiacciati come Frozen
Lei fa cose per la dose
Tu mi sembri mеsso male, frate, visto che contro di mе
Devi pregare molti santi, nei sopranos cristofer
Traduci bene i pezzi, sei portato per le lingue
Che delinquent, confondi l’MP3 con l’MP5
Mentre tu fai il check-in ti mira in testa il mio cecchino
Meglio se sei un [Gieffino?], ancora meglio se [Ciellino?]
Quando rappi, che figure
Se non ti leggi un libro almeno guarda le figure
Anche se tre parole, bitch

[Pre-Ritornello: Guè Pequeno]
Nella vita (Nella vita) ho più di una passione (Ah-ah)
Le droghe (Seh), l’ultra violenza e Beethoven (Ok)
Bevo Latte più seduto su un Range Rover (Seh)
Dico quello che voglio e su ‘sto foglio

[Ritornello: Guè Pequeno & Lazza]
Killo tutti come Alex, oh (Alex)
Killo tutti come Alex, yeah (Grrah)
Killo tutti come Alex, oh (Alex)
Killo tutti come Alex (Ehi)

[Strofa 2: Lazza]
Mamma mi ha fatto con la guerra dentro come Saigon
Lei mi dice che sembro senza cuore come un cyborg
Se non avevi nulla vuoi tutto, penso lo sai, no?
Pensavo ad una tigre al guinzaglio come Mike Tyson
Sto qua c’ha tredici anni, ma già rappa
Mi fa più ridere della Gialappa’s, chiudi quella ciabatta

Che intanto quella strada di cui parli l’ho già fatta
Sto in cima tipo shuttle, moonwalk sulla via Lattea
Ti ho visto sulla Rai, ma frate, era Rai quattro
Che parlavi di soldi, quelli che non hai fatto
Sento dire che spari, sì, spari con Call Of Duty
Fai i segni con le mani, sembra che fai il tg per i sordomuti
Qualcuno per sti vicoli di zona
È arrivato alla fine come i titoli di coda
Mi hai visto quasi sempre senza ghiaccio, come l’Hennessy
Oggi farai il mio nome finché vedrai il sole spegnersi

[Pre-Ritornello: Guè Pequeno]
Nella vita ho più di una passione
Le droghe, l’ultra violenza e Beethoven
Bevo Latte più seduto su un Range Rover
Dico quello che voglio e su ‘sto foglio

[Ritornello: Guè Pequeno]
Killo tutti come Alex (Oh)
Killo tutti come Alex (Yeah)
Killo tutti come Alex (Oh)
Killo tutti come Alex (Yeah)

[Strofa 3: Salmo]
Oh, dura poco l’amore ai tempi del coprifuoco
Torni a casa per le dieci dopo che ti scopo
C’ho la cura, Ludovica, attenta con chi giochi
Poi finisce che ti schizzo sopra gli occhi
E chica, scrivo ‘ste parole con il mitra
Lo sai, ti esplode il cuore in cinque colpi delle dita
Se non fosse per il rap sarei il plug
Sopra il [club?], dare up, chiuso dentro il [San pa?] a vita
Spezzo le catene coi diamanti sopra
Finché non ti muovi, guarda, non si nota
C’è chi vende l’anima e fa prezzo pieno
Gli altri dissano infelici perché costa meno
Pratico l’ansia come sport, sono in serie A
Chi lo sa se sono morto due o tre sere fa
Dillo a tutti, sono il male della società
Killo tutti come Alex, nessuna pietà (Ahah)

[Outro: Salmo]
Clockwork Orange
Clockwork Orange
Clockwork Orange
Clockwork

Page Kennedy – Pain Lyrics (feat. Elzhi & Method Man)

[Verse 1: Page Kennedy]
Being woke is the only option when you bear your soul and they poking a hole
I see you in hell smoking up old then you scroll down your comments I’m as shook as an earthquake
Imax killer man on a first date
It’s undisputed that I’m sure as the hate you skip
Unrefuted that the king and I hate you skip
And we looking at you sideways and shelling sharp sideways we used to want to f*ck Sade back in my days
Now my bitch badder than John Wick run is
Badder than your breath after Funyuns
Badder than your bunions, after running that Runyon Canyon
You a Nick Cannon stand-in
And I see darkness in your future as a closed eyelid soo woo
Don’t get bloodshot at Jordan's eyеs is
Every bomb out my mouth Jakartas
Nosy as a covid test and results not positivе
I wanna be the best and make money I want that goat cheese
Make paper like oak trees
Broke free like Madden ‘03
Trucks stick, luck shit
Better duck quick I get your butt kicked
I see a bat looming
You wouldn’t break a kit-kat but I want my lick back like a cat women
Kill eternal was the last straw
When the rose grew from the asphalt sniff bath salt

[Chorus]
Pain, I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
Pain like getting choked from a chain
Bloodstained drug by trade through rugged terrain
The crash into the main cabinet of a plane
Your brain scattered to parts so before you pick up your jaw
You should probably gather your thoughts and make up your mind
Do you wanna stab with your nose bone poke with your spine
Stuck by a broken wine bottle nine mini swiss army knives and one fork designed as a spork sticking out like spiked mohawk on a porcupine
What’s pain? Is it revenge that made you bust stainless steel
Addiction with needle injections rush veins is ill

As your top five I'm destined to kill if I body they ghostwriters that's me possessing the skill that could spar with an exorcism
Zombies off exit is him
Laced like two left shoes were fused to affect your rhythm and your motor skills
Inside you hotheads with the shoulder chills
Who pushed the kids without the stroller wheels drunk off sober feels

[Chorus: Page Kennedy]
Pain, I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
I’ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
It can never stop me ‘cause I'm going insane
And I'm going out my brain and I'm giving you pain
[Verse 3: Method Man]
Pain, if I hear you saying my name
Outta context, no contest I ain’t playing them games
I’m too complex with concepts but I stay in my lane
Bout my conquest to confess I ain’t saying a thing
Cold as compress I’ll com west we are not in the same
You a lame that’s on set put a shot in your frame
It’s the Wu, we on deck and we plotting the game
Strong winds is in the forecast y’all ain’t stopping the rain
When snow flurry we hurry cane (hurricane) I’ma hurry slang
All the slangs all that I need puffin some mary jane
I’m saying, if the cash rule, it’s everything
Cash jewels, we catch fools for everything
A bad dude, I break bad habits with bad mood
And I'ma break your spirit then break it to you like bad news
Like moonwalking with Michael Jackson in bad shoes
And the word emcee is in McDonalds, they fast food

Halle Berry drops plans to play transgender man in new movie: “I vow to be an ally”

Halle Berry drops plans to play transgender man in new movie: “I vow to be an ally”
Berry had previosuly stated that the role appealed to her as a chance to “experience that world.”

By David Renshaw

July 07, 2020

Halle Berry arrives for the Los Angeles special screening of John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum at the TCL Chinese theatre on May 15, 2019 in Hollywood.

ROBYN BECK/AFP via Getty

Halle Berry has issued an apology after being accused of misgendering a transgender man when discussing her desire to portray them in an upcoming movie role.

The Oscar-winning actress issued a statement via Twitter in which she distanced herself from the unknown movie project and vowed to be a better ally going forward.

“Over the weekend I had the opportunity to discuss my consideration of an upcoming role as a transgender man and I’d like to apologise for those remarks,” Berry’s statement reads. “As a cisgender woman, I now understand that I should not have considered this role and that the transgender community should undeniably have the opportunity to tell their own stories. I am grateful for the guidance and critical conversation over the past few days and I will continue to listen, educate and learn from this mistake.

“I vow to be an ally in using my voice to promote better representation on-screen, both in front of and behind the camera.”

pic.twitter.com/qpE8Tw1Xmu

— Halle Berry (@halleberry) July 7, 2020

The statement followed a July 3 interview on Instagram with hair stylist Christin Brown, during which Berry discussed a trans man role she was planning to take on in an un-named film.

Berry talked about playing “a character where the woman is a trans character, so she’s a woman that transitioned into a man. She’s a character in a project I love that I might be doing … Who this woman was is so interesting to me, and that will probably be my next project that will require me cutting all of my hair off. I want to experience that world, understand that world. I want to deep dive in that in the way I did Bruised,” she added, referring to her upcoming directorial debut in which she’ll play an MMA fighter.

Berry’s reference to the character as a “woman” and “she” sparked criticism online similar to that Scarlett Johansson faced prior to her exit from Rub & Tug, a biopic of massage parlour operator Dante “Tex” Gill, in 2018.

Future – Undefeated Lyrics

Play this song

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet

[Verse 1: Future]
Two loaded guns, I got double the shells
Count all the blue when I’m in the Chanel
Choppa in the Coupe and I move like a snail
You could smell all type of Kush in the air
Supply and demand and you movin’ them bells
You keepin’ that paper, it’s hot on your trail
Shootin’ the laser, yeah
Fresh in the blazer, yeah
Wrist like a glacier, yeah
Sharp as a razor, yeah
Big as a mayor, yeah
Hook her and slay her, yeah
Trust me, the player, yeah
I do not eat her, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah
It’s therapeutic, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Verse 2: Future]
Low as the vibes, they meet at the dock
Hand on that fire when I whip in that block
Family gon’ die when it come to the boss
Spray with the five when you hear the exhaust
Count so much money, it got me exhausted
I was in the dungeon before takin’ off
Stay in the streets and I’m breakin’ the law
Hang on that corner and they sendin’ that boy
You come with them dollars, you come for the boy
Came with the style, this drip isn’t a sport

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes
I got that bougie chick totin’ a pole
I grant that wish like a Cosmo
Bentley truck, not a Tahoe
Bashout, a thousand or more
Headshot, put the cash on you, fool
Gucci socks, Chanel, too
Big slime, bringin’ all the hoes
Yeah, baby, I’m thuggin’, I don’t know about you
Yeah, John Wick, shooter, yeah they killin’, ooh
Yes, I’m a big deal, pocket full of blues
‘Leven hunnid for the pant, ‘leven for the shoes
Christian Dior, Cuban link, Honolulu
You are not with it
These niggas tellin’
I seen it on television
Yeah, I send ’em some racks
He gon’ wrap it and mail it
Yeah, I sent the ho home
She was actin’ too petty

[Verse 4: Future]
When she a pool, slip out the shoes
It be so cool, sit by the pool
Who got the tool? Gimme the tool
If you gon’ snooze, then we gon’ lose
Shoot at the fool, then Whinnie the Pooh
Put it on cruise, makin’ her drool
Makin’ the news, makin’ the news
Scratchin’ her mouth, makin’ the news

[Outro: Future]
I’m undefeated, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah

Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho

Scarlxrd – Heart Attack lyrics

[Intro: Julie, David & Scarlxrd]
David, I love you. I fucking love you. I fucking love you, fuck
Hey, woah, woah, woah. Don’t do this, don’t do this
You fucked me four times the other night, David. You’ve been inside me
Julie
I swallowed your cum, that means something
Slow down, hey
Four times, it means something, David, four times
Stop the car
For 24 hours a day, Dave, I live with this aching possibility that you might call me to do something
Let’s go to your house and we’ll talk this out, I want to see where you (Hey, hmm, yeah, Scarlxrd)
Fuck (Aye, haha)
I want you to stop the car (Ouu)
Break

[Verse 1]
Full force heart attack
Five point punch, don’t hold me back
We see through you like it’s glass
All you niggas fucking trash
You’re not that savage or ruthless, no (Fuck)
Quiver with fear when you step to the GOAT
They gon’ force me to lose my control
Niggas ain’t ready to walk down that road, what? (Fuck)
Fuck this whole scene, man, we taking shit over
I’ve been doing business, I’ve been with the olders
It’s too late for niggas, the deadline is closer
The world has been mine, don’t you see I’m the owner, yah (Fuck)
We are that ultra light-beam, yah
We ’bout that money and cream, yah
I fuck your bitch to my beats, yah
I like the way that she screams
Little nigga doing bits, dropping tracks for the hell of it
Never been indefinite, I’m the master of the evidence
Run up on a nigga, I turn to John Wick, I’m a nemesis
Pull up on the trigger and do the venomous negative (Die)
I’m so down and aggressive
I run around with the weapon
I’m tripping out on the drugs
I’m ’bout to break me a record
I’ll knock your teeth like a dentist
I broke her heart, don’t regret it
I’m like Dennis the Menace
Oh my-my-my flow is stupendous (Fuck)

[Bridge]
Japanese ad-libs
Die
Japanese ad-libs
Aye, Scarlxrd, yeah, haha, where’s the coffee?
We lit, die
Japanese ad-libs (Ready?)
Aye, aye, hey, hey, die, aye, yeah, Scarlxrd, blegh

[Verse 2]
Keep my fucking name out your mouth, you don’t know me (Fuck)
You just hear the shit out my mouth, listen closely
Everything I spit is hot shit and unholy
Pussy-niggas never seen a clip, they’re so phoney
I fucking hate this place
I see hell inside your face
That shit fills me up with rage (Die)
Passing points we shouldn’t break
Scarlxrd’s really ’bout to change (Die)
From that railcard to the range (Fuck)
On some upgrade life exchange (Die)
I break down and recreate

[Outro]
Break
This could be interesting, watch me
Fuck, break
Uh, yeah, aye, hey

Kap G – Marvelous Day (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna)

[Intro: Gunna & Kap G]
Came a long way (oh)
Pull out that Wraith
Niggas gon’ hate
Marvelous day
Gunna with me, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 1: Kap G]
You say you a shooter, you ain’t
I ride around with that thing
John Wick with that aim
I’m drinkin’ drank for the pain
I’m with Gunna and he rollin’
Uzi got on Rick Owens
All this gas like I growed it
She on the poll like we voted
I just see Cannon pull up in that panamera
Got sauce like marinara
Bitch, I’m Kap G, dinero
Uh, all that Gucci apparel (Kap G)
All that Louis apparel (Kap G)
Free J, no free Gerald
Yeah, they ain’t never tell, though

[Verse 2: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert]
Let her drip in Chanel and Balmain
They keep sayin’ I’m ahead of the game
My auntie like the smell of cocaine
I’ma pray, she get better with age
Hear the gun when I walk on the stage
Had to walk out and wait for a chain
‘Bout to put some more ice on the ring
I’ma fuck her and love her with rage
I’ma love her and fuck her with rage
Hit it once and pull off in a Range
Hit it once so I don’t know your name
Put me all in my chain like a stain
Crib got unlimited space
Backyard, it look like vacay
Hundred fifty ’round me dying today
Now she gon’ do what I say
Lil Uzi gon’ make it rain
Gunna, he gon’ make it rain, yeah
Kap, he pull up in a tank, yeah
Movin’ that bitch like a Brinks
My new lil bitch, yeah, she Cuban
Give me that neck, we gon’ link
YSL, that be the team
All the way ’til I’m gray

[Verse 3: Gunna & Kap G]
Gotta keep me a pint and stay sane
I’ma drip all the way to the bank
Thought I told you, that some of them lame
Yeah that, Kap G, my nigga, my mane
See done turned up a whole ‘nother lane
We gon’ count us a check, ease the pain
I said Kap we can’t play no more games
We gon’ chop down your block with the gang
I used to have to ride a train
Spent twenty on a chain
Pussy boy, why you hatin’?
I ain’t never been a lame
I used to listen to Wayne (Young Money)
You think I ain’t peepin’ your game
I know you peepin’ my flavor
They wanna be in my place

NBA YoungBoy – Wat Chu Gone Do (feat. Peewee Longway)

[Intro]
Woahhh
Yea
Praa!!
Prrr!!

[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
I been with them youngins’ they bangin’ lil nigga
NBA Gang, what they claimin’ lil nigga
Tell me what the fuck you thinkin’ lil nigga
Don’t point the finger up the banger lil nigga
No we don’t bluff when it come to a nigga
No hesitation we handle the business
Take something from me we gon’ cut off his fingers
Reach for my chain then get hit with the glizzy
Me and my niggas we come from the trenches
Walkin’ in public we strapped with extensions
Need more than that hoe for to catch me lil nigga
You know we ain’t puttin’ our trust in these bitches
Longway, Longway, really crippin’ lil nigga
Young Boy, Young Boy, really drippin’ lil nigga
Tell me what are you gon’ do?
Moms’ late for the rent I’ma stick me a nigga

[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? (What chu gon’ do?)
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
Chasin’ a check got the dick on the tec
Neighborhood crip when i crank up my set
Two tonka tecs with the invisible set
Rollie that day with the [?]
Put them bricks back together let’s get to the check
Bails in the vet, hunnit rounds kill tec
Choppa you hibach you thu-thu threw ya breast
Cuban link on my neck feature Lex Luger
What chu gon’ do when they hop out with rugers
Dope don’t cut nigga hollywood movies
John Wick shooter cut your body like Krueger
NBA Youngboy we come through recruiting
Shooter, shoot the shooter run in your medulla
Longway Ricky ruler stendo sticks still in school
Young gorilla work the vacuum seal
Sell a brick of bew what chu gon’ do?
Made the breaking news gelato white the coupe
Baby blue and red my shooter piru
When I up and dump lil bitch what chu gon’ do?
Gagging just to gang bang on yo crew
Put respect on it, pull up and check on ’em
Don’t let me find out you gon’ flex on ’em
Don’t let me find out that you fu-fu-fugazy
Don’t let me relate what you wait on it
LONGWAY BITCH

Wat chu gone do – Youngboy Never Broke Again lyrics

Lyrics Youngboy Never Broke Again – Wat chu gone do

I been with them youngins’ they bangin’ lil nigga
NBA Gang, what they claimin’ lil nigga
Tell me what the f*ck you thinkin’ lil nigga
Don’t point the finger up the banger lil nigga
No we don’t bluff when it come to a nigga
No hesitation we handle the business
Take something from me we gon’ cut off his fingers
Reach for my chain then get hit with the glizzy
Me and my niggas we come from the trenches
Walkin’ in public we strapped with extensions
Need more than that hoe for to catch me lil nigga
You know we ain’t puttin’ our trust in these b*tches
Longway, Longway, really crippin’ lil nigga
Young Boy, Young Boy, really drippin’ lil nigga
Tell me what are you gon’ do versuri-lyrics.info
Moms’ late for the rent I’ma stick me a nigga.

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? (Wat chu gone do?)
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck. (x2)

Chasin’ a check got the d*ck on the tec
Neighborhood crip when i crank up my set
Two tonka tecs with the invisible set
Rollie that day with the ..
Put them bricks back together let’s get to the check
Bails in the vet, hunnit rounds kill tec
Choppa you hibach you thu-thu threw ya breast
Cuban link on my neck feature Lex Luger
What chu gon’ do when they hop out with rugers
Dope don’t cut nigga hollywood movies
John Wick shooter cut your body like Krueger
NBA Youngboy we come through recruiting
Shooter, shoot the shooter run in your medulla
Longway Ricky ruler stendo sticks still in school
Young gorilla work the vacuum seal
Sell a brick of bew what chu gon’ do?
Made the breaking news gelato white the coupe
Baby blue and red my shooter piru
When I up and dump lil b*tch what chu gon’ do?
Gagging just to gang bang on yo crew
Put respect on it, pull up and check on ’em
Don’t let me find out you gon’ flex on ’em
Don’t let me find out that you fu-fu-fugazy
Don’t let me relate what you wait on it
LONGWAY b*tch.

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Wat Chu Gone Do (feat. Peewee Longway)

[Intro]
Woahhh
Yea
Praa!!
Prrr!!

Dj Khaled – Billy Ocean Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Billy Ocean Lyrics

DJ Khaled!

[Fat Joe:]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
f**k a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick
Some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with bet guys
While sides cheat on their husbands
Those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
f**k a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turn a key into a billion dollars (yeah, uh)
Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Raekwon:]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money, in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Shoulda been Billys in ’92, line who?
The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back Rocky ‘n’ groovie in the ’92
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’
The homies get piff love, to all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas
Billy with gun on niggas

DJ Khaled – Billy Ocean (feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick, some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (Crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with Pecas
While sides cheat on their husbands, those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
‘Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Should’ve been Billys in ’92, line who? The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back, Rocky and Groovie with the ‘9-2
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’, the homies get piff love
To all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas, Billy, we gun on niggas