Ribena (feat. Ayesha Madon) [Syrup Version] - KYE

How big is your pussy Two small titties and a baseball bat I'm trynna find out where the bitch stays at One wrong look could get ya face smacked Shit, one wrong look could get ya face cracked Bitch, 745 with the pink interior I see a sex doll when I look in the mirror Turn this shit up high so you can here me From the 562, yeah, bitch, I'm firmé Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Beat that boy with a bat Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack

Roll up to the basement party Drinking all your dad's Bacardi (Dad's Bacardi, cardi) Smoking up inside my white jeep with the pink seats, yeah You are my best friend till the fucking world ends (World ends, world ends) All the boys love to flirt with us In our mini skirts, drinking champagne till it hurts, oh yeah We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex G-g-g-got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF You're my BFF You're my BFF You're my BFF, yeah We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex Got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF B-B-B B-B-B B-B-B-B-F-F, B-F-F B-B-B B-B-B B-B-B-B-F-F, B-F-F New message! Hi girl! You know you always will be my girl Tryna pull us into the real world But I think we'd rather stay in Dior (For sure) Hey sis! You know those lonely people hate this The way we're always hand in hand, side by side Never cared about nobody but you, and I do Yes I do! We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex G-g-g-got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF You're my BFF You're my BFF You're my BFF, yeah We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex We got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-F-F B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-F-F B-F-F You're my B-F-F We've been smoking all day We walked around the city and I think we ran into your ex We got our matching Juicy lockets Keep our celly in our pockets You're my sexy little BFF B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-F-F B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-F-F You're my BFF, yeah

Drill music, pop that pill music Kill music Desecrating the temples and the ghetto Funeral processions increase their frequency Because we can't break the spell of Geppetto No one knows And scrolls of obituaries contain more words than dictionaries That will define how lions in Zion became alley cats Who traded their baseball bats for gats that spat Blood of the people across steeples And concrete jungles that turn playgrounds into graveyards That buried generations of black and brown men Who left their post because they were misguided by ghosts in the land of the living Ready, aim, fire Wanna be the block but can't buy the block Bulldozin' the block, makin' the Red Sea choke on bones Of drones sent by PPP loans to see how you spent the money Left, left, right, left To figure it out while the ancestors watch and aid those who call out to them Through altars, pay phones, saxophones, bottles of liquor, glasses of water The sum of a son and a daughter equals new life, the holy trinity He was a baby boy, but he was kin to me Born to Basimah and the hands of the lion who said "Store your water in the basement because one day, it would be scarce and polluted" He said, "One day, grocery stores will be bearing" Learn how to grow your own food and don't get caught staring down the barrel of a gun" Learn how to run underground drills in Zion To be reborn lets you be scorn by the ways of the wicked Who pillage our communities and natural resources for profit" He said, "My children, each of you are prophets Don't let money be the sum of your deeds Pull the weed from your mind Look to the front, the side and behind You each have blades that will drill a new earth Manifest the new world that Columbus thought he found Band together to reverse the weather to unite the seeds of the oppressed Stand together and work righteously to be blessed For generations to come Drill down, Zion is in you"

Back to the future Début d'semaine, j'me barre en week-end J'fais des sous, ma banquière a envie d'me ken J'entends pas ses disquettes, mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère J'veux pas qu'elle dise qu'elle m'aime C'est vrai qu'elle est bonne et totalement folle Mais, elle fait mal au cerveau, j'éteins mon phone Mets d'la vodka dans un pichet D'avance, entre nous c'est fichu, j'pense qu'à la monnaie sale Et ceux qui s'lèvent pas, ils ont rien dans la boca J'ai un alibi, un calibre, un avocat Au cas où ça part en couilles, on t'laisse pas l'occas' Toca, j'ai la baraka, la vida loca, au calme Carré VIP, magnum de champagne J'prends un gros illet-bi, j'me barre en Espagne Nous on va devenir riches, laisse-les, ils nous connaissent pas J'suis en mode avion, poto, j'ai besoin d'espace Anthill sur le maillot Mes khos bibi la bayda J'serai avec mes hermanos para toda la vida La vie nous fait pas d'cadeaux Même si la paire est jdida Niño soldado para toda la vida Una vida llena de lujos que no es para ti (vamos, vamos) Nasraf al drehem, yo pago la cuenta del VIP Desayuno con diamantes, joyas elegantes Viviendo la vida loca como un traficante Nada es como antes, eh Na-nada es como antes, eh No, no, no, no gasto billetes de cien Diamantes en mi sostén Yo no necesito un Ken (vamos) Porque estoy viviendo a todo tren Y si tú quieres juego, yo juego Y si tú tienes pego, fuego Estoy quemando dinero, euros Me emborracho en un velero, vamos Anthill sur le maillot Mes khos bibi la bayda J'serai avec mes hermanos para toda la vida La vie nous fait pas d'cadeaux Même si la paire est jdida Niño soldado para toda la vida Anthill sur le maillot Mes khos bibi la bayda J'serai avec mes hermanos para toda la vida La vie nous fait pas d'cadeaux (J'fais des sous, ma banquière a envie d'me ken) Même si la paire est jdida (D'avance, entre nous c'est fichu, j'pense qu'à la monnaie sale) Ninõ soldado (J'veux pas qu'elle dise qu'elle m'aime) (Mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère) Para toda la vida (J'veux pas qu'elle dise qu'elle m'aime) (Mauvaise, telle fille, telle mère) Anthill sur le maillot Mes khos bibi la bayda J'serai avec mes hermanos para toda la vida La vie nous fait pas d'cadeaux Même si la paire est jdida Niño soldado para toda la vida

I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha, and, bitch, I get down Pearls on my neck and a bottle in my Fendi Ice cream pussy, stripper shoes in a Bentley Two small titties and a baseball bat Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the bitch stays at Tryna smoke me out, bitch, think again I don't really like smoking on seeds and stems They send me money then I send the stems I ain't sending you shit, bitch, no offense But I heard your song and I should've mixed that Every rhyme, every line you spit, it's been snatched Every time that you tried to drop, it's been wack Every time that I drop, they like "she did that!" Suck dick, then do it again, just come through with a friend He keeps begging me to eat me out, I said, "You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth" Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains (chains) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down I'm so fly and coked the fuck up I'm so nasty, getting poked up I'm so freaky, dirty loca Lips all pokin' through the low-cut Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts Keep my Fendi wallet robust, bust Pussy puffed up like a bees sting Yes, I go to church in a G-string Father, can you bless this crackpipe Never really learned how to act right And you can hold the beef Cause, bitch, I'm too busy tryna roll the kief And, bitch, you're too busy tryna roll with me Just sit back, relax, go slow the beat, uh Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains (chains) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains (chains) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Riding backseat of a cop car (cop car) Bitch, I'm feeling like a rock star (rock star) Rocking cuffs like chains I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down I'm so fly and coked the fuck up I'm so nasty, getting poked up I want a, I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down I want a, I want a bump right now I'm Ayesha and, bitch, I get down