₦airaland Forum

Henuell:
U don't make ur lines
Nigga u smoked

Abeg speak english

dj5naira:
BUSTED!

It aint Ur rhyme so dont bother it

They just walk around frontin
Cause I walk around stuntin
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for
If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh)
Bleep livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
Cause big heads come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO)
I'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal and
Stop thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn

PLEASE SOMEBODY PRAY THE LORD TO GIVE ME THIS PHONE

MY NIGGA FRYIN EGGS FOR ME IN MY KITCHEN

I protect my land like a farmer
Pockets stay chubby like Toccara
Or should I say fat like the Parkers
Tote big guns like I'm still playing Contra
Y'all washed up like money that's laundered
Y'all funny, I'm bonkers
Honest, girls strapped to my dick like a harness
Rock star, I'm flyer than an ostrich
And I cover east, west, north, south like a compass
I shall shine forever, never tarnish
Money buried behind my house like a garden
All green, my bank account's like a forest
I Can't Feel My Face is gettin' started
And Weezy is my accomplice
A black activist like Sonny Carson
Stripes of a sergeant, salute me
And chicks, I get 'em high, higher than turbulences
White Phantom, lookin' so Fergalicious
I'm from the city of big drugs and murder victims
It's get rich, go to jail, or be a murder victim
Ayy! Now all y'all listen
If you can't take the heat, get out the kitchen

MULATTO

FAGAY ASS DUDE

Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to freezy
Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me
Trappin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'
Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics
The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana
Tommy gun on the counter I call it Mr. Thomas
That'll keep niggas honest
I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages

Smoking all day drinking on hard liquor
I stay high, even high in this song nigga
Im on silver haze what is you chiefin?
Im in the coupe keeping the rest of the birds sleeping
And I'm high to the tip top
And I'm twisted with a slip knot
Tangled in the grip-lock
And will I ever stop? never that
Light it up bring it back
Bring a ounce not a sack
I got it foggy as a suana in the building
Looking for ur boy, im probably crawling on the ceiling
Fallin on the railing catch me im gone
Im in another zone but trust me im home
Where the blunts be thicker than the arm
And every time Capo roll 'em, he say, "This one is the bomb"
So you know I gotta explode/
I dont know where yall at but im in my mode/

Te qiero=i love u


Spanish

Bleep^ u better go and get a test boy

Aww look at my baby she cute i love her

It cure the body pain

Lol

Syke yall tought it was Real this is a freestyle people i Ain t dissin knowbody


Um on the block and um so fresh/trina rob me i make u meet death/Freezy um on a spot aiming at Ur bitch/um laughtin at niggas thinking they rich/yo even weezy will tell u Freezy flow sick/my niggas welcome me when um in chicopee/i Heard a nigga trina be like fadal he's mad funny/my jeans look like is specially made for me/and my shoe we got it from Ur honey/she told me she wanna hang With the gang i told her she gotta suck me/and my mind i put it on my Money/a nigga Somewhere wishing um poor i pray he become a dummy/

Chicken pizza i Will love one of these

Ramadan kareem

CHECK OUT THIS HADITH

SPAGETTHI MEAT BALLS

SAD STORY YOU GOTTA TRUST THE LORD BRO YOU CANT TRUST NO IMAM

I'm chillen...chillen chillen chillen...chillen with miley...
i'm chillen...chillen chillen chillen...chillen with miley...
i'm chillen...chillen chillen chillen...chillen with miley...
these labels want to sign me, can't stand where i'm residing...;
my whole fuckin city, wants to hate, has me on timing...
my skin color white-y, producers call me darth wing;
i hit the dropPpPpPp point, theEeEeEeEen you hear light-ning;
isn't it excite ing?, putting bitches in that g-string;

yall funny,some poeple crazy for this world they just wanna get money by any means

Ha ha

Im on block chillin/
My niggas do the dealin/
Yall niggaz dont do the killing/
My bed low my broom cant touch the sealings/um so fresh cleaner then clorox/play With my Money umma feed u this glocks/

My swagg came with 100 bands Ten stacks times ten thats a 100 bands balling poping rubber bands with them grands in our pants My swagg came with 100 bands/ I came foe the change fuc the fame I came wit some swagg and they look at me strange I did what they couldn't I wouldn't turn my back for some bull shit state irate raps about nothing instead I run rap and rap run vines you may think its misplaced read between the lines im out in my time not before these rhymes but still I grind cause my swagg come with 100 bands