Kanye West is throwing a Donda listening party in Atlanta

Kanye West is throwing a Donda listening party in Atlanta
Pusha T announced the event, taking place this Thursday at the Mercedes-Benz Stadium.

By Jordan Darville

July 19, 2021

Kanye West. Photo by Kevin Winter/Getty Images for ABA.

 

The rumors, it seems, were (partially) true: Kanye West has an album called Donda. After reports of a listening party for the album spread this weekend, on Monday Pusha T announced another event for the album, this time at the Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta on Thursday, July 22 at 8pm. See that below via Pitchfork:

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Tickets for the event go on sale today (July 19) at 5pm EST on Ticketmaster’s website. Prices range from $20 to $50.

On Sunday, social media influencer and Revolt TV personality RespectfullyJustin claimed to have heard a new Kanye West album, and that it will be released this week.

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Kanye has a recent history of premiering albums at live events before releasing them to the world. He debuted his projects The Life Of Pablo and Jesus Is King at Madison Square Garden in 2016 and 2019, respectively, and hosted press trips to his Wyoming Ranch in 2018 to launch ye and his Kid Cudi collab Kids See Ghosts.

Kid Cudi Confirms His Off-White Dress On SNL Is A Tribute To Kurt Cobain

Kid Cudi speak out after donning an Off-White dress on SNL.

It’s been a bumper year for Kid Cudi as the rapper has achieved quite a lot so far. Last night, April 10, he took to the stage of SNL and raised eyebrows not for his performance but rather for his attire. He performed two tracks from his latest project, Man On The Moon III. The two songs were “Tequila Shot” and “Sad People.”

It was the performance of the latter mentioned song that got social media buzzing as he belted out the track decked off in an Off-White floral dress with spaghetti straps along with a flashy chain. However, after the shock of his attire wore off, many fans soon realized that he was actually paying homage to the late Kurt Cobain. April 5 of this year, was the 27th anniversary of the death of the lead singer of Nirvana. He was known for performing in similar clothing, including cardigans and floral dresses. The most famous documented case of Cobain wearing a dress was for the cover of The Face magazine in 1993.

Kid Cudi also paid homage to the SNL comedian, Chris Farley. It’s not surprising that the rapper chose to make such a bold statement since he is also looking to jump into the fashion industry soon and is known for his provocative attitude. He recently announced that he would be debuting a new clothing line this summer in a collaboration with the brand BAPE.

He ended last year by dropping an album and has already announced that he expects to deliver another one next year. He added that the Ohio native recently announced that he had a Netflix series in the works.

In address the response from fans, Kid Cudi tweeted, “Virgil designed the dress for me. I told him I wanted to show love to Kurt w a floral print sundress and this man made a masterpiece. Thank You @virgilabloh ur a fuckin genius!! Love you man we did it.”

He added that he is doing a collection with Off-White and the dress will be included.

Virgil designed the dress for me. I told him I wanted to show love to Kurt w a floral print sundress and this man made a masterpiece. Thank You @virgilabloh ur a fuckin genius!! Love you man we did it!!!

— The Chosen One (@KidCudi) April 11, 2021

Im doin a collection w Off White and the dress will be included!!

— The Chosen One (@KidCudi) April 11, 2021

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Kid Cudi – 4 Da Kidz Lyrics

[Intro]
Mm-mm, hm, yeah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Yeah (Yeah, oh)
This song is dedicated to you (Ooh)
We got you (Ooh)
Yeah (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Do it all day for the kiddies (Yeah)
Real life dreamers in the suburbs and the cities (Come on)
Ridin’ ’round town, windows up, steamin’, beamin’ (Yeah)
Sing along to it in the dirt, have you streamin’ (Yeah)
Momma don’t know what a lil’ nigga feelin’ (Uh-huh)
Daddy been gone, all my brothers stay trippin’ (Uh)
All for every lil’ homie that’s lonely
This is all for you, give a f*ck about the phony (Yeah)
All in the plan, as you grow, make the moments last (Huh)
Even though life can seem like shit, it’s moves fast
Codе to the realest, hands high, feel this (Yеah)
Spoken to the head, but remember, shit’s vicious (Come on)
Never lose help, if you don’t, leave you golden (Yeah)
Always keep your family close, keep your heart open
Here’s to the chosen, solo dolo rollin’ (Hm)

[Chorus]
This is just a right vibe, turn it loud if you need to
Stars in the sky, they will light your way through
Feelin’ alone, just know you are not
We won’t leave you alone, uh-uh
This is just a right vibe, turn it loud if you need to
Stars in the sky, they will light your way through
Feelin’ alone, just know you are not
We won’t leave you alone, uh-uh

[Verse 2]
Since day one, I been drillin’ for life
I be doin’ what I want, go fast and roll tires
Seein’ what I’m sayin’, the pain, it won’t ride (Yeah)
Ooh, we’re chosen in the night (Come on)
Speaking’ of a vision that be comin’ to fruition (Yeah)
Yeah, no, whole world dreamin’, intermission
Now things are gettin’ better with my whole life
Oh, my, my, my, my (Yeah)
I speak loud through the streets
This is just a moment where you dream and feel free
Kept my foot up to the habits (Ah), tell ’em not to worry (Ah)
Don’t gotta buy the moon, I’m doin’ what I do (Yeah)
Everything’s up, instead, I push the limit (Uh-huh)
I been in this cell so long
I know soon (Yeah), peace will find you (Yeah)

[Bridge]
This is just a right vibe
Stars in the sky
Feelin’ alone, just know you are not
We won’t leave you alone, uh-uh

[Chorus]
This is just a right vibe, turn it loud if you need to
Stars in the sky, they will light your way through
Feelin’ alone, just know you are not
We won’t leave you alone, uh-uh
This is just a right vibe, turn it loud if you need to
Stars in the sky, they will light your way through
Feelin’ alone, just know you are not
We won’t leave you alone, uh-uh

[Outro]
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Yeah, look what I have created
I have made fire

Kid Cudi announces Man On The Moon III release date, tracklist

Kid Cudi announces Man On The Moon III release date, tracklist
The project is out Friday, December 11, and sports features from Pop Smoke, Skepta, Trippie Redd, and Phoebe Bridgers.

By Jordan Darville

December 07, 2020

Kid Cudi. Photo by Kevin Winter/Getty Images

 

After teasing the album in October, Kid Cudi has finally revealed the tracklist and release date for his new album Man On The Moon III. The project is out this Friday, December 11, and features guest appearances from Pop Smoke, Skepta, Trippie Redd, and Phoebe Bridgers. Watch a teaser for the project below:

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Man On The Moon III is the third chapter in Cudi’s star-making series of albums. Man On The Moon II, subtitled The Legend of Mr. Rager, was released in November 2010, while Man on the Moon: The End of Day dropped in September 2009.

Other Cudi projects include Kids See Ghosts with Kanye West, WZRD with Dot Da Genius, and the solo albums Indicud, and Speedin’ Bullet 2 Heaven, and Passion, Pain & Demon Slayin’. Cudi is also working on a full-length project with Travis Scott as The Scotts after sharing the single “Meet The Scotts,” and has announced a Netflix series and album called Entergalactic.

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Kid Cudi hints at Man On The Moon III with new trailer

Kid Cudi hints at Man On The Moon III with new trailer
The new album could be coming “soon.”

By Jordan Darville

October 26, 2020

Kid Cudi hasn’t released a new installment of his beloved melodic rap series Man On The Moon since 2010, but the third LP could be on the way. In a new teaser trailer posted on Monday, clips from throughout Cudi’s career play before we see Cudi staring at a moon very similar to the one from 2009’s Man on the Moon: The End of Day. The trailer ends with the numerals “III” followed by what’s presumably a release date: “Soon.” Watch above.

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In 2019, Cudi said a new solo album would arrive soon, but later pushed the release back to 2020. “Gotta give myself time to do other things,” he said on Twitter. In July 2019, he announced the Netflix series and soundtrack album Entergalactic for release in 2020. Travis Scott said in a recent GQ interview that a collaborative album with Cudi is in the works. Cudi also shared a new song with Eminem called “The Adventures of Moon Man and Slim Shady.”

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Cudi has stayed busy in the worlds of movies and television as well. He’s filmed appearances in the TV shows Westworld and We Are Who We Are and the films Dreamland and Bill and Ted Face The Music.

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Travis Scott and Kid Cudi are making a full-length project

Travis Scott and Kid Cudi are making a full-length project
An album from “The Scotts” is in the works.

By Jordan Darville

August 18, 2020

(L) photo by Rich Fury/Getty Images (R) photo by Pascal Le Segretain/Getty Images

 

Travis Scott is the cover star of GQ‘s September issue, and in his profile, the rap star revealed that he’s working on a full-length album with Kid Cudi.

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The album will be a continuation of the Scott/Cudi collaboration “The Scotts,” which debuted in April with the single “The Scotts.” “I feel like I’ve learned so much,” Scott told GQ. “I think with this next project I’m just embodying all of the knowledge I’ve taken in and trying to make the best form of it.” No release date was hinted, but the magazine reported that the two artists have “already cut a bunch of records together.”

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A new piece of Travis Scott music will also appear in Tenet, the upcoming film from Inception director Christopher Nolan. In an email to GQ, Nolan praised Scott’s contribution: “His voice became the final piece of a yearlong puzzle. His insights into the musical and narrative mechanism [composer] Ludwig Göransson and I were building were immediate, insightful, and profound.” The film is slated to be released on August 26.

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Read the full GQ profile here. Travis Scott’s last full length was JACKBOYS, a compilation showcasing artists from his label Cactus Jack.

Kid Cudi and Eminem connect on “The Adventures of Moon Man & Slim Shady”

Kid Cudi and Eminem connect on “The Adventures of Moon Man & Slim Shady”
The duo’s first ever collaboration.

By David Renshaw

July 10, 2020

Kid Cudi and Eminem have teamed up on new song “The Adventures of Moon Man and Slim Shady.” Check out the collaboration below. Eminem keeps his verse on the track topical, referencing COVID-19, George Floyd, and NFL player Drew Brees.

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“The Adventures of Moon Man and Slim Shady” is the second high-profile collaboration of the year for Kid Cudi following his song “THE SCOTTS,” which features Travis Scott. He will soon bring an animated show, featuring Kanye West voicing himself as a goat, to Netflix. He also appears in director Luca Guadagnino’s new HBO series We Are Who We Are. Eminem’s latest album, Music to Be Murdered By, dropped in January.

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Mogli The Iceburg – Prideful Lyrics

Can’t stop me
Ain’t no one on my level
Ain’t no one out that’s better thats regardless what they tell you
Taking it back into the beginning when I was just
Killin em with the battle rap
B Rabbit it on em when I’m coming they can’t handle that
Its all me, all me
Independent boy that means nobody helping me
I did it on my my own, so you can’t tell me nothing when I – wait
Now thats my pride talking
I get a little cocky when I hear the beat knocking
I get a little caught up in my ego when I’m praised by these people
And they try to lift me higher than the steeple
Gotta kill all that
Sometimes I talk about how real I rap
And then I try to say I’m humble too
And then I realize my hypocrisy
And try to shake it off me and these rappers
All around me like, ‘Whats up with you?’
See they just don’t get it
Killing off my flesh, born again in the spirit
Fiendin tryin to get near it
So every time I sin I gotta whip and power steer it
Try to pull a 180, drive the other way and clear it
That’s repentance homie
I’m 21 so you’d have thought I’d learned my lesson homie
Doing all the junk I did
And suffering the consequences of my actions
Ain’t no wonder why I’m asking for forgiveness
Cause I need it, by myself I’m defeated
But if my God is for me, who can stand against me?
Like David and Goliath slinging smooth stones
Into the enemie’s forehead, getting morbid
After which God-willing we gon enter into orbit
It’s getting chilly now
Cause once I talk about my faith
Then yall don’t feel me now
But who’s faking boy enlighten me
You coming with that water but
You can’t put out that light in me
In spite of the audacity you try to bring me down now
Most the people that I used to roll with ain’t around now
Either cause they think its stupid cause the way I’m living
Or they always hit me up steady leeching for a hand out
Yall don’t feel me
But yo we in it for the long haul buddy
I got that something that no mortal man can take it from me
All day and night we putting in that work like Kid Cudi
But the chances are you’ll hate me ‘fore you love me
Real homie whats up

Saudin – Passenger Lyrics

[Hook]
Ride around my city and I pray that you my passenger
Telling you these jokes and I know that you gonna laugh at them
And we can get high, we can go up to Laputa
Biting on your neck, you can call me your Dracula

[Post-Hook]
Girl you know you mine
Girl you know you mine
I don’t have the time
For you to make up your mind

[Verse 1]
Basically, the space doesn’t really phase me
Riding ’round, bumping Kid Cudi’s “Erase Me”
I hope that I made it hard to replace me
Hot sex in the car at the GO Station
You’re so quick to always think the worst
Should’ve used that energy to make it work
Everything I did for you
Everything I did it for two

[Hook]
Ride around my city and I pray that you my passenger
Telling you these jokes and I know that you gonna laugh at them
And we can get high, we can go up to Laputa
Biting on your neck, you can call me your Dracula

[Post-Hook]
Girl you know you mine
Girl you know you mine
I don’t have the time
For you to make up your mind

[Verse 2]
Set the mattress up
Let me sex you up
You so sexy ya
It might get messy ya
Sexflix and chills
Turn to breakfast and chill
What more you want girl? I always kept it real
I opened up to you and told you how I feel
I guess time is the only way to heal
I’m over here, I’m talking about your accent
Don’t be talking about me in the past tense

[Hook]
Ride around my city and I pray that you my passenger
Telling you these jokes and I know that you gonna laugh at them
And we can get high, we can go up to Laputa
Biting on your neck, you can call me your Dracula

[Post-Hook]
Girl you know you mine
Girl you know you mine
I don’t have the time
For you to make up your mind

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Most Wanted Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All-black Audi, night ride
Dope man, but I’m just a survivor
She wanna ride, put the dick inside her
Too much money, need a rubber band
[?] mob ties
Bricks in the stash, spot in the inside
Whippin’ up bricks, I don’t never get tired
Bitch, I’m the plug, you the phone guy
Money keep coming, swangin’ the [?] chopper with the mic
Trap of the century, they get it right
Pull up all killer, I still see the judge
Bitches in America, I’m the most wanted
Pull up in the Ghost, like I’m haunted
Good aim, shoot like I was hunting
Keep the big shit, nigga I’m punting

[Bridge: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting

[Verse: Peewee Longway]
Fuck is you doing? You fucking it up
For a nigga like us, who be getting [?]
Blue Benjamans, I be thumbing through bucks
[?] your gut
Fucking shit up when we pulling up
Taking shit over like I’m the Dutch
Balenciaga [?]
Longway [?] only bitches [?]
Fucking up the kitchen [?]
Counting the digits, I ain’t got time to cut it
Sipping on Ak, my double cup is muddy
Smoking huge reefer with my Florida buddy
Astin Marton, damn [?], Kid Cudi
Gingerbread man, flipping bricks in the oven
Surving cookies by the dozen
Fuck your money, [?]
Longway, bitch

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
All-black Audi, night ride
Dope man, but I’m just a survivor
She wanna ride, put the dick inside her
Too much money, need a rubber band
[?] mob ties
Bricks in the stash, spot in the inside
Whippin’ up bricks, I don’t never get tired
Bitch, I’m the plug, you the phone guy
Money keep coming, swangin’ the [?] chopper with the mic
Trap of the century, they get it right
Pull up all killer, I still see the judge
Bitches in America, I’m the most wanted
Pull up in the Ghost, like I’m haunted
Good aim, shoot like I was hunting
Keep the big shit, nigga I’m punting

[Post-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting
Keep the big shit, nigga, I’m punting

Kanye West Makes Surprise Appearance with Kid Cudi at All-Star Concert

It was a G.O.O.D. Saturday for Kanye West and Kid Cudi fans, who were treated to a special performance from the duo at adidas’ 747 Warehouse St. event during NBA All-Star Weekend event in Los Angeles.

Dressed casually in shorts, an adidas sweatshirt, and hat, Yeezy surprised the crowd when he showed up on stage to introduce Cudder. “I just came out here with my homie, my brother,” he said. “I need y’all to make some noise for Kid Cudi.”

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The Lonely Stoner brought Yeezus back to the stage for a rendition of “Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1,” which they performed together.

The joint performance fuels rumors of an upcoming Kanye-Cudi collaborative project, which they reportedly worked on in Japan last year. In November, the duo also performed “Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1” in Chicago.

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Two years ago, the longtime friends feuded over a series of issues. Taking to Twitter, Cudder wrote: “Ye, Drake, whoever. These ni**as dont give a fuck about me. And they aint fuckin with me. Ni**as keep you close when they see how powerful you are by yourself. When they see your greatness. Out of fear.” Kanye replied: “Kid Cudi, don’t ever mention ‘Ye name. I birthed you…Respect the God!”

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However, both artists appeared to reconcile following individual health concerns. Cudi reportedly went to rehab, while West was treated for what’s been called a mental breakdown.

In addition to Kanye and Cudi, adidas’ two-day 747 Warehouse St. event featured performances from N.E.R.D, Lil Uzi Vert, Childish Gambino, 21 Savage, Playboi Carti, French Montana, and more.

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Migos – Bad and Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
You know, young rich n****s
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Hey!

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
F***in’ on your b**** she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ n**** (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My b****is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My b**** is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackades on rackades, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your b**** right from you (You)
B**** I’m a dog, roof (grr)
Beat the h** walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that b**** to come comfort me (comfort me)
I swear these n****s is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Aye, we did the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Courtside with a bad b**** (b****)
Then I send the b**** through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m bougie (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackades on rackades, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You n****s got a low Act rate (Act)
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)
Fat Cookie bl*** in the ashtray (cookie)
Two b****es, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bae (brr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
F***in’ on your b**** she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ n**** (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My b****is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My b**** is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to your b**** as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that n**** duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These b****es they f*** and suck d****
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your Klout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young n**** trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke h**, get the door, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
F***in’ on your b**** she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ n**** (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My b****is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My b**** is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My b**** she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these n****s watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my h**s like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want f**k with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that b**** got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these n****s, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me (yeah)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin’ up right to a two-piece (yeah)
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf (yeah)
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese (yeah)
Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin’
I swear to God that be that Gucci (aye)
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin’ (yeah)

Migos – Bad And Boujee (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: Offset]
You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Hey!

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (You)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grr)
Beat the hoe walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Aye, we did the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m bougie (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bathe (brr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your Klout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it though, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me (yeah)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin’ up right to a two-piece (yeah)
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf (yeah)
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese (yeah)
Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin’
I swear to God that be that Gucci (aye)
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin’ (yeah)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Future – Codeine Crazy lyrics

[Intro]
Codeine crazy, yeah
Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly
Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly
Pour that bubbly, we done went through too much
You hear me?

[Bridge]
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy, drink that muddy
When we’re cuddling, yeah I’m covered in
I was dug in it, I was just loving it
That’s for them other niggas, that’s for them other bitches
They ain’t for you dog, that’s for them other niggas
That ain’t for you shorty, that’s for that other bitch
I’m going crazy bout it, I’m going codeine crazy
That’s how I’m living it, I’m feeling lovely

[Verse 1]
I’m drinking bubbly, I’m drinking bubbly
Take all my problems and drink out the bottle and fuck on a model, yeah
Audemar, this not a carnival, this is a Royal Oak Cartier
Dom Perignon I get down with the brown,
I get chauffeured around
I pour up with my rounds, I pour up out of town
I corrupt your town with them guns and them pounds
I grew up on them grounds with the dealers and hound
We order more bottles and fuck on more models and pass em around
I say everything triple time, Rollie, AP, Hublot triple time
I just know the ones you call upon, I just had to pay my dawg a bond
Looking at me like a triple threat, everytime a nigga talk a check
Smoke the kush up like a cigarette, run it back you hear my intellect
Celebratin like the championship, celebratin like the championship
Celebratin like the championship, celebratin like the championship
I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you…
Don’t tell me you celibate to the mula
I just went Rick the Ruler with the jeweler
I just wish you’d stop perpetrating like a goonie
Abu Dhabi, niggas straight out the sewer
Like a loaded chopper, I’m ’bout to shoot it
I’m so fucking sick and tired of these rumors
I just dived inside a cutie, we spoonin’
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson; put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin’ by the phone – waitin’ ’til I reply
Drying my eyes, believe it or not
I could never see a tear fallin’
Water drippin’ off of me like a faucet
I just took a bitch to eat at Chipotle
Spent another 60 thousand on a Rollie
All my diamonds got you brainwashed
She sucked my dick and got my brain washed
And for the shit that got your man popped
See what they did to Biggie and Pac
Pour a lil lil liquor out, pour a lil malt liquor out
Pour it out, pour it out, pour it out

[Hook]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

[Verse 2]
Drownin’ in Actavis, suicide
When I hit the scene it’s homicide
Diamond pinky ring – a lollipop
Fuck the hate – I pull up in a drop
Diamonds colder than a glacier
Ballin’ harder than the Pacers
I been tryin’ to have some patience
Told my momma she should pray on it
Told the streets they gotta wait on it
She gonna put a nigga name on it
I just dropped a whole thang on it
I’m making U.S.D’s overseas
That’s U.S. dollars that you can’t achieve
Fucked my white girl, she said “Nigga please.”
For that white girl, she said “Nigga please.”
Playin’ poker – now we’re back at Strokers
I forgot her name, but her pussy’s soakin’
When I seen her on a pole…
Reminded myself when I used to come over
Reminded myself when I used to get loaded
Remindin’ myself that I’m still gettin’ loaded
The coupe fully loaded, this whip fully loaded
This whip fully loaded, the clip fully loaded
I try to control this
Let’s wrap up some bottles, let’s pop off some bottles
These niggas who bogus, let’s pour up a pint
I’ma fuck around and faint like I’m Kid Cudi probably
I fuck around and faint, I’ma fall on a drink
Rockin’ Tom Ford, poppin’ molly
Married to this motherfuckin’ money

[Hook]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

[Verse 3]
You thought I forgot about us?
I know that you know I don’t fold under pressure
I’m back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I’m closing this out with my memo, I’m treating this shit like a demo
I’m putting my heart and my soul in the shit and some mo’
I’m in that Dolce Gabbana
I might go after Madonna, I get the crack in the summer
Strapped in the lac and the Hummer
Fronted a pack to my partna
All this lingo got her panties to dropping
Fuck the fame I’m sipping lean when I’m driving
All this cash and it ain’t nowhere to hide it
I’m an addict and I can’t even hide it
Don’t you panic panoramic companion
They was tryna’ serve me at the arraignment
Never comment on it, never complaining
I’m taking everything that comes with these millions
I’m taking everything that comes with my children
Yeah yeah

[Bridge]
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy, drink that muddy
When we’re cuddling, yeah I’m covered in
I was dug in it, I was just loving it
That’s for them other niggas, that’s for them other bitches
They ain’t for you dog, that’s for them other niggas
That ain’t for you shorty, that’s for that other bitch
I’m going crazy bout it, I’m going codeine crazy
That’s how I’m living it, I’m feeling lovely

[Outro]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

Travi$ Scott – Through The Late Night (feat. Kid Cudi) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah

Then we sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Blimp’s soarin’, how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin’, how did I get in this place?
Oh it don’t matter, got smoke, drink, and I’m runnin’ this space
Done contemplatin’, I’mma take it in and groove in this case
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
When we gon’ play, gon’ play, gon’ play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play, then we’ll sleep all through the day
And do it again

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Day and night, I toss and turn
I keep stressin’ my mind, mind
I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play
Balance, find your balance
God said it’s my talent
Sprinkle a little season on the salad
Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace
Stroke my cactus, ohh, don’t wait
Don’t play (Yea, yea)
Play no games like the NBA
Throwin’ checks like the NBA
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin’ shots like the NRA
Ahh, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B
Ah, shawty, on the scene, pull up on the scene
Sip my tea, he don’t Hennessy
Aw save all, take it right
Aw take it all, never light
Aw, had a ball, had a night
Aw, after all, sleep good

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît , don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

KID CUDI – Baptized In Fire lyrics

Easy, turn your radio
Turn your radio… off
Watch me, now, baby
Uh uh
Hmm, easy…

You bitches in my ear, they sayin’ they love me
Uh, you don’t love Scott you love the Kid Cudi
Uh, ain’t no fuckin’ slouch, show you what I’m bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings
Transitioning to my inner I’m hearing their voice
Tell me stay in focus, keep focusing, boy
Feelin’ like a Chilly Billy
The man everywhere I go, in any city
I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls galore
I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls adore
Mixing florescent to the core of the accoutrement
Off the tippy titty, setting off groupie radar
Sippin’ Hen, dapping hands off the roof of my Porsche
A fresh nigga at large, a fresh nigga go hard
All my youngins say keep it goin’
All my youngins they dumb and reppin’, they always knowin’

Got some pride in your town I’m spottin’ em lately
3 piece suit and I’m lookin’ so cute
Sexy mama send her way, you doin’ a hunnid
The main bucks sidelinin’ Christian what you do?
Not this, my nigga, you been here
Not this, my nigga, you ain’t here
Big boss I made your heart heavy
Can’t stop me, can’t carry me, baby

Life ain’t easy sober, we live so geeky
Did just what you taught us
Kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon
Did you change your number?
If you win, you get this message
Need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro
Back home
Big bro, we need you, come home
Back home
Big bro, big bro, shit’s fucked, come home
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire

Nightmares kept a nigga from closin’ his lids
Since a kid, I’ve been haunted by visions of death
Such a trip, not normal, I customed the grip
Think they gon’ know, think the door the haunters ain’t left
Now tell me what’s a young nigga to do? When the zombies are comin’ for you
Load up, then deal dixens
Supply the race, turn the pave, relaxin’ I’m rippin’
Last week I almost weaved right off of Mulholland
Keepin’ good like I should, alone in my thoughts
Although there are some places I’ve gone to and witnessed
Is it worth the paranoia portraying the lose?
Nah nah heroes can’t simply have it all
Sacrifice, but see heroes don’t sleep, we hear the call
My nieces know Uncle Scottie so rock ‘n’ roll
My princes, they don’t know rock ‘n’ roll daddy got the glow

Got some pride in your town I’m spottin’ em lately
3 piece suit and I’m lookin’ so cute
Sexy mama send her way, you doin’ a hunnid
The main bucks sidelinin’ Christian what you do?
Not this, my nigga, you been here
Not this, my nigga, you ain’t here
Big boss I made your heart heavy
Can’t stop me, can’t carry me, baby

Life ain’t easy sober, we live so geeky
Did just what you taught us
Kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon
Did you change your number?
If you win, you get this message
Need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro
Back home
Big bro, we need you, come home
Back home
Big bro, big bro, shit’s fucked, come home
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire

(Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire)