Are Shenseea and Tifa Beefing On Instagram ?

No matter how people try to go around me, God always raise me above!!! It was very clear from the get-go that Tifa was not too happy about the time slot she performed on the popular music festival. Music is not a competition once you love it and the moment you start to stalk and spend time watching other people’s success and comparing it to your life is the moment you start to fail.”
Pardon the expletives! If I see a female taking over I don’t try to tear them down, I allow them to motivate me to reach their level or surpass. Nuff talented artists nah get them just shine & highlight because of foolishness !!! But there is too much fucking buy out, bias, friend thing & fight down inna dancehall music!!! Aint nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, it’s just not right to have a selfish mindset and attitude. (@itsthetifa) on Jul 22, 2017 at 12:38pm PDT

Women should stop complaining about the industry is male dominated etc…if majority a y'all united with each other and never stop badmind and want success for unu self the industry woulda better. Shortly after putting on a well received performance at this year’s Reggae Sumfest Tifa shared her dissatisfaction. Aint nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, it's just not right to have a selfish mindset and attitude. Anyways my performance was awesome even tho the time given to me was a sh*tty time.”
Shenseea responded to Tifa’s rant saying that she is a hard worker and that other female artists should quit complaining and get to work. She used her Instagram platform to chide the local dancehall industry for what she called bias and buyout. Anyways my performance was awesome even tho the time given to me was a shitty time. I still rocked it!!! At the end of the day we as Artistes are not just making music for ourselves. We need fi stop promote f***ry!!! If I see a female taking over I don't try to tear them down, I allow them to motivate me to reach their level or surpass. “There is too much f***ing buy out, bias, friend thing & fight down inna dancehall music,” Tifa said. We need fi stop promote fuckry!!! It still nah make unu no better #nextlevel #blessed #reggaesumfest2017
A post shared by Tifa ??? Nuff talented artists nah get them just shine & highlight because of foolishness !!! Shenseea, who is a dancehall newcomer, performed at a later time than TIFA, but some folks questioned the move by promoters. “That’s why we Can’t reach nowhere! At the end of the day we as Artistes are not just making music for ourselves. “Women should stop complaining about the industry is male dominated etc,” she said. That's why we Can't reach nowhere! Music is not a competition once you love it and the moment you start to stalk and spend time watching other people's success and comparing it to your life is the moment you start to fail. Focus on your journey and work hard. That’s why our music can never be better & reach it’s true potential & others will continue to capitalize & use our music to hit billboard and we deh ya a bleach pon certain selecta fi scream out ova certain song weh nah go nowhere!!! “If majority a y’all united with each other and never stop badmind and want success for unu self the industry woulda better. The promo people Dem wah a make them post the ugly pic wid me know this!!! That's why our music can never be better & reach it's true potential & others will continue to capitalize & use our music to hit billboard and we deh ya a bleach pon certain selecta fi scream out ova certain song weh nah go nowhere!!! Big up @nailahblackman #womanpower #trinidadian #jamaican #shenseeaWITHaDifference
A post shared by RomeichEntertainment's Artiste (@shenseea) on Jul 28, 2017 at 4:55pm PDT

Do no wrong – Hustle Gang feat. T.I. lyrics

Switch shirts ’till I .. Soon as I pull up, your hoe wanna give me her number
Dropping the top on my dawn (Yeah)
Look like we dead in the summer
Long live Peanut Da Don
We come from the trenches, the gutter
Yeah, another shoutout to my brother
Making a sucker take cover
Quarter million, we stuff in the duffel
We can’t do no wrooong, ’cause they love us
The city, they love us, for real. ain’t save her
.. You smoke too much, give my blunt back (Give it)
ATL, we won’t stand that
Your b***h bad, we extend that (F**k her)
Pipe a .., we extend that
We gon’ drag the hoe up and down, side to side and front to back
Walk around with them Louis on
Bryce, get your boy groupie home
Tech .. Hold up, hold up, turn up and .., turn up and .. Top 5 and I’m not dead
Drop head in this drop .. I just recreate it when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sat back and contemplate it, when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just did this s**t how I want
The only way I knew that, was when I’m on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Scan off with the latest
Pool party with the A-list
Feeling so innovative
Breaking bread with .. How we livin’ changing
It ain’t been same since .. , could you blame her? Turn up and .., turn up and .. me tho
13 h**s in my ratio
All I want is Felacio (That’s head)
Hoe sit down, .. Hustle Gang lyrics
Video wrong Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. faces
Surrounded by all my day ones, only way that I feel the safest
Alexander MCqueen, .., no laces
I’m picking up the tab, quick payment
I’m tryna make it out of the basement
Another headshot for a racist
A bad thot running ’round the bases
.. out with that cooler on me
Bow bow, get it moving homie. Ain’t nun’ but exotics, ain’t nun’ but exotics
Guns in my palace, guns in my palace
Nothin’ but hundreds, nothin’ but hundreds and thousands, I stack it
Ten thousand, I stack it and holler my gunner
Holler my gunner, stay on automatic, stay on automatic
But we don’t give no damn, don’t give no damn
Don’t give no f**k, don’t give no f**k
Pull up on your block, pull up on your block
And wet that hoe up, and wet that hoe up
In a new Bentley truck, a new Bentley truck
Pocket full of that .., full of that .. joined .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong. Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong. I ain’t pimping, bih excuse me
Hoe, you must’ve been mislead (Hold up)
While i’m sipping this .. Lyrics Hustle Gang – Do no wrong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooonggg. Yeah, uh, tryna roll me up a M
Tell the b***h, give me a backwood
Tryna get a little head
Ooh, ooh, ooh, that’ good
You want war with Dro, you gotta .. it, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong
Me and my kin do no wrooong versuri-lyrics.info
Me and my kin do no wrooong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Go and ask the city for the song
Me and my kin do no wrooong, do no wrooong. Do no wrong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, do no wrooong, do no wrooong, can’t do no wrooong
Do no wrong, yeah no matter how you .. came in.

Krankes Biz – Crz7 songtexte

Die Hip-Hop-Medien spring’n direkt auf den gleichen Zug
Clickbait, kein’n f*ck geben, scheiß doch auf die kleinen Hohl-
birnen, die sind schließlich das, womit das Biest gespeist wird, yo
„Hip hop hooray“ war mal, jetzt heißt’s „Hip-Hop Hurensohn!“
f*ck dein Leben! Eine Mutter zerbricht
Schämt sich in Grund und Boden – so ‘nen Jung’n wollte sie nicht
Fragt sich, was sie angerichtet hat
Ihr sagt, „Ist alles ganz normal.“, sei’n wir froh, dass Essen auf dem Tisch landet
Die hab’n euch so in der Kralle, dass alles aus ist
Ihr manifestiert diese Realität – willkomm’n im Township! f*ck dies und das! gebrettert, ihr seid ja so krasse Rapper
Deshalb geht’s schnell von der Hand, ja, .. Und dieses Schiff wird aufsteigen, aber nicht wie Jesus
Sondern in Gestalt einer alles zu Staub zerf*ckenden A-Bomb
Ob man’s mir glaubt oder nicht, ich wünsche niemandem etwas Schlechtes
Zumindestens nicht im Rapbiz
Nach der Enttäuschung kam die Wut, ich hielt auch lang genug die Fresse
Solang, bis es hieß, „Der Typ ist depri!“
Ich war Battle-MC auf der Straße als’s noch nicht ma’n Netz gab
Battle-MC, als noch Kassetten in der Anlage im Deck war’n
Back to basic, wenn man so möchte, jetzt gibt’s aufn Deckel
Wenn man etwas empathischer wird, bin ich der Letzte, der noch ‘ne Strafe ausführt
Wie der Staat und seine Schergen versuri-lyrics.info
Seine Gang, ausgestattet mit TEC und ihrem ständigen Nerven
Exekutive, ich darf mich in dem Stress nicht verlieren
Die tiefschwarzen Kräfte in mir strikt nicht entfesseln
Wenn so ein Todesroulette stoppt
Würd’ ich nie im Leben das Leben treffen wie den scheiß Candy-Crush-Jackpot
Propz und Credits an die mit dem Siegel Einzigartig
Wär’ ich wirklich geisteskrank, dann nur auf Teilzeitbasis
Underhyped, doch mit Features dieser Elite
Niemand hat so ‘ne Agenda, et zum motherfucking cetera
To be continuous setters veteran, sein Flieger stealth, die Konkurrenz ist bah
Und selbst, wenn sie ihre Reimketten jetzt einmal endlich auch in die Länge zieh’n
Erzähl’n sie trotzdem immer noch denselben Scheiß – wie häng’ngeblieben! Das hat nichts mit Skillerweiterung zu tun, klingt zwar geil und cool
Ist nur leider pures Kaschier’n von inhaltsfreien Liedern
Sie sind wie Vir’n, die in einem Wirt resistenter werden
Schlecht kopiert heißt hier nicht weiterentwickelt, ihr denkt berserker
Ach und weil ich unter ihn’n steh’
Muss ich mich wirklich wundern über folgenden Punkt, denn ich ray wie ein Röntgengerät
Sie klauen mir vereinzelte Lines
Bauen sie um oder verändern daran kleine Details
Witzigerweise so, dass Sinnigkeit dabei nicht bleibt
Ich bin ein Unikat, Fanta wird nicht zu Cola, wenn man reinscheißt
Ungebildet, nur dümmlicher Sprache mächtig
Ja, man weiß, was ihr meint, aber bei Philosophie wird’s lächerlich
Back to the essence, beschäftigt euch wieder mit dem Phrasendreschen
Das könnt ihr am besten, klingt in euerm Fall auch nah am Echten
Nah an dem, was ihr draufhabt
Das nagt jetzt paradoxerweise an euch pro Versuch vom Laufrad auszubrechen
Hamstert eure Killerlines in euern Bausebäckchen
Eure Killerlines sind feather-light, die ich wie Staub wegwisch’
Frei im Vogelkäfig, bis sie von mir ausgesetzt werd’n
Ihr überlebt in mei’m Gebiet nicht mit geklauter Technik
Euch fehlt’s an Rapgespür, glaub ma’ Ras Kass
The early bird gets the worm, but the hawk gets the bird
Egal, wie perfekt ihr wirkt und von Aufrichtigkeit sprecht
Eure Augen sind dennoch nicht grad vertrauenserweckend
Dann der Scheiß über das Frau’nabchecken
Hätten die was in der Birne, würden sie schreiend und haareraufend wegrenn’n
Hauptsächlich geht es euch um Wohlstand, Cash und schnelle Autos
Die Fans entsprechen Melkmaschinen, also schnell was rausbring’n
Schnell aufs .. f*ck deine Mutter! manchmal besser
Geratet nicht in die Schnelle, wenn meine Welle aufkommt
f*ckt eure gestreckten Tracks, Intros, Skits, Interludes und Outros
Wer braucht das schon auf ‘ner CD ohne Konzept? Songtexte Cr7z – Krankes biz
Sie manipulier’n die Jugend mit einer Form von Mind Control
Promodisses, um die Kohle der Kids reinzuhol’n
Die geifern mit offenem Mund wie auf Betonspritzen
Nach neuem Hass – welcher der Rapper besteigt den Thron? Auf der ihr Songs nach Kinofilmen oder Ikonen benennt
Oder PlayStation-Spielen oder woher ihr die scheiß Inspiration bekommt
Ihr merkt es nicht, ihr seid so todes wack
Und frischt dieselbe Gülle wieder auf, wenn was Neues in Mode kommt
Ihr definiert eure Person durch Trends
Sprecht in Interviews besonnen, aber spittet teuflisch
Zwei Seiten, mit den’n ihr dann die kleinen Kids ausbeutet
Anti Babylon, als wüsstet ihr, was der S**t bedeutet
Guckt euch doch nur mal an, ihr wandelnden Litfaßsäulen
Ihr wandelnden Werbeträger fresst im Trikot ‘nen Hummer
Fühlt euch nach was, fühlt euch nach euren Shirts, ihr großen Nummern
Ich könnt’ vor Wut kotzen, seh’ ich, wie Talent unten bleibt
Während ihr euch in der Vetternwirtschaft die Kunden reibt
Ein’n auf Mann macht, aber die Größten im Lutschen seid
Während wir schuften wie’n verlassener Vater für Unterhalt
Sowas verdient kein’n Respekt
Der Untergrund war und ist schon immer die weitaus höhere Liga im Rap.(krankes biz)
“Some hate the fact that I’m still here
Still ill, still raw, give me a break”
“No doubt, you don’t know what it’s about
You think you spitting game, but the game spit you out”
“Keep it underground”, “no doubt”
“Spit every verse like it’s my last one”
“Still here, still ill, still raw” – “you don’t know what it’s about
You think you spitting game, but the game spit you outtt.”(krankes biz)
Cr7z songtexte
Video biz Irgendwann f*cken sie auch ‘nen verdammten Baum auf Stoff und Schnaps
Wir zerstör’n, wir zersägen, wir zerf*cken, wir töten
Wir holen die Hölle höchstpersönlich auf den blauen Planeten
Merkt ihr nicht, was ihr da tut?

GETOFFMYDICK

–Verse: Ugly God–
Fuck ya wave, momma might sink yo ship
Tell your bitch I’m Backpage, like a pimp
Momma ain’t raise no bitch
She ain’t raise no wimp
Pockets fat; I walk with a limp
Talking down, bitch I’ll leave you with a slimp
I ain’t gonna stop until my name cross a Blimp! Lyrics to ‘GETOFFMYDICK’ by Ugly God:

Lyrics will be transcribed upon release!

Like A Maverick

What you mean I ain’t stunting
I make cake, like a easy bake oven Lyrics to ‘Like A Maverick’ by Ugly God:

–Verse–
What’s the word, what’s the catch
Im at ‘cha neck, ayy
Base bumpin’
Bitch I’m lit, say something
Late night, early morning cake thumbing
What the fuck?

LDC (Little Dick Clique)

–Hook–
I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yeah, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yeah, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
–Verse 1–
I cannot fuck your bitch proudly
Young Ugly God strike your bitch in Hobby Lobby
30 goons on my right, 17 behind me
I’m Ugly God, I make your main bitch call me papi
Hoes on my dick cause I look like Bill Cosby
Ugly God skate on the booty, fuck hockey
I’m a fucking nuisance but these niggas can’t stop me
I’m Ugly God I make your bitch drip like a tsunami
–Hook–
I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
–Verse 2–
I’m just being honest, nigga I know i’m the hottest
Ugly God dick came hard like a rocket
Looked up in my pocket, one dollar in my wallet
Fuck saving money, bitch, i’m finna buy some chocolate
Young Ugly God, i’m a mothafuckin’ prophet
Young Ugly God, bitch i’m just being honest
Young Ugly God drink water off the faucet
Young Ugly God, fold your bitch like a omelette
–Hook–
I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes but these hoes on my dick
Yea, ugly till I die I rep that Little Dick Clique
–Tag–
Thank’s Ugly God! Lyrics to ‘LDC (Little Dick Clique)’ by Ugly God:

–Tag–
Thanks Ugly God!

No Lies

Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? I’m at your neck
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? I make cake like a easy bake oven
Look me face to face, don’t tell no lie
Get your shit together, please don’t throw me to the side
Don’t pay no mind, if you just gon’ waste my time
You hear this all the time but I think you should be mine (with your sexy ass)
Ain’t no rush, take your time be patient
Tell the truth, save them lies goodness gracious
Lizard Man, Ugly God, Pussy Bacon
Booty Gang, underground sensation
–Chorus: Ugly God–
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? I’m at your neck
–Verse 1: Ugly God–
Bass bumpin’, bitch I’m lit, say somethin’
Late night, early morning, cake thumbin’
What the fuck? I’m at your neck
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? I’m at your neck
–Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa–
Let’s go to catch, go to Bootsy’s, go to Vegas
Go to work, young Khalifa on your playlist
Go to church, but she still smoke papers
Go to Cannes, go to France, go to Jamaica
Eyes low it might look like I’m korean
Diamond chain it look like somebody [?]
Hoes know, niggas know so they don’t try me
Keep it on me, never know these niggas grimy
Playstation, Dreamcast how I be ballin’
No games, fucked your bitch now she callin’
Six rings, I’m the best like I’m Jordan
No look, catch the pass then I’m scorin’
–Chorus: Ugly God–
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? I’m at your neck Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Lyrics to ‘No Lies’ by Ugly God:

–Chorus: Ugly God–
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? Come get what you deserve, what’s the word, what’s the catch? What you mean I ain’t stuntin’? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch? I’m at your neck
Keep it real, what you doin’, where ya at
Don’t tell me no lies, don’t waste my time how ’bout that? Aye, what’s the word, what’s the catch?

Stop Smoking Black & Milds

Lyrics to ‘Stop Smoking Black & Milds’ by Ugly God:

–Intro–
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy
Bring it back, what
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ayy
Ayy
–Chorus–
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy
Stop smoking Blacks, bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
–Verse 1–
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends me
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip
–Chorus–
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy
Stop smoking Blacks, bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
–Verse 2–
Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke
–Outro–
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch

Undertaker

Lyrics to ‘Undertaker’ by Ugly God:

–Ugly God’s producer tag–
Thanks, Ugly God
–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life
–Verse 1: Ugly God–
Now, that my name big on a banner
Bitch, look at my glamour, my middle name tanner
Fuck Donald Trump, ’cause I trap Bernie Sanders
Talk down on me, you’ll get hurt for the slander
I got your bitch and she wet like a tidal wave
Run up on me and I might take your life away
I bust a nut in your microwave
Bitch, I’m the shit, I stay lit like a fireplace
I’m Ugly God and I’m the undertaker, I’ma find your bitch and I’ma funnel cake her
Bitch, I’m rich, I got a ton of paper, I’ma fuck your bitch and get her number later
But wait, all of these bitches want cake, all of these niggas is snakes
I’ll take your bitch to my place, I’ll knock it down and I’ll shake
–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life
–Verse 2: Lil’ Yachty–
Hunnid grand for my initials
I’m not the one the one with the pistols
So I’m not the one you be watching
I’m [?], like the watchmen
Everyone is a lame, [?], like I’m undercover
Grab the shit, in the bag, break it up, fuck the cops
It’s yellow time, fuck a funk shine, got a mini fridge full of rave
She [?], like it’s ring
She wanna fuck on the team
Got a bad bitch from the Southside, all a nigga hear is “ring, ring”
So all she hear is “ching, ching”
And all she want is bling, bling
Lil’ Boat
–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life

I’m Tryna Fuck

–Hook–
When I’m in the bus, I sit in the back
When I’m tryna fuck she gon’ give me back
Niggas said I fell off well bitch I’m back
Spent a couple racks, bitch I make it back
–Verse 1–
Cause I just got rich on these niggas
I blew up and dipped on these niggas
I’m balling and whipped on these niggas
Cause I’m really sick of these niggas
Shoutout lil boat cause I wanna get on a lil boat and then drift on these niggas
They stealing my wave, with this water shit, I was the first one to drip on these niggas
(?), Ima empty the clip on these niggas Lyrics to ‘I’m Tryna Fuck’ by Ugly God:

–Tag–
Thanks Ugly God!

Bitch!

Lyrics to ‘Bitch!’ by Ugly God:

–Hook–
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
–Verse 1–
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin
–Hook–
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
–Verse 2–
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
All my niggas shooters. but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered
–Outro–
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch
Bitch piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I fucked her with no condom.

I’m a Nasty Hoe

Nigga Too Nasty
Come here baby put your phone number in my gadget
“Little Dick Clique”, until they lay me in a casket
Young Ugly God toss yo booty like a salad
Same shoes everyday but bitch I’m still swaggin’
Motherfuck yo fashion, I could win a beauty pageant
Ugly God a legend, take notes in yo tablet
I’m ugly as the fuck, but bitch I’m still a coochie magnet
37 booties in my face, boy what’s happenin’
TV screen, shawty on the scene like a actress
My hair on point but my clothes stay ratchet
Young Ugly God, bitch my dick game disastrous
–Chorus: Ugly God–
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho Lyrics to ‘I’m a Nasty Hoe’ by Ugly God:

–Intro: Ugly God–
Young Ugly God man, came in nigga you already know I’m a nasty hoe
This song bruh, everybody make love to this song
If you gotta girlfriend, boyfriend listen to this song and make love nigga, y’all ain’t gone never break up
–Hook: Ugly God–
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho
–Verse 1: Ugly God–
I made yo bitch say “uh”
I put my hand on her butt
She said, “Royce I’m on my period.”
I said, “I don’t give no fuck!”
All I said is “I’m Ugly God”
Now her pussy wet like a duck
Take advantage of me bitch I wanna be yo slut
Face, Titties, Booty, and Toes
What I’m eating for lunch
Sit upon my face baby, I ain’t vagina in months
I’ma dip your titties in Koolaid baby watch how I lick it up
I’ma gamble witcha’ booty baby, lemme try my luck
–Chorus: Ugly God–
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho, I’m a nasty ho
–Verse 2: Ugly God–
Ugly God A.K.A.

Back to the Basics

Lyrics to ‘Back to the Basics’ by Ugly God:

–Intro–
Ooo, aye, yuh, aye (thanks Ugly God)
[Verse 1]
Johnny Dang on my wrist it cost a grip
20 on my chain 30 on my hip
I might eat her booty like some shrimp [?]

Booty Gang Captain

Lyrics to ‘Booty Gang Captain’ by Ugly God:

–Intro–
Hoes on my dick cause i’m the booty gang captain
–Tag–
Thank’s Ugly God
–Hook–
Booty gang captain, booty gang captain
Booty gang captain, booty gang captain
Hoes on my dick cause i’m the booty gang captain
Booty gang captain, booty gang captain
–Verse 1–
Booty gang captain, Mr. Make it happen
Young Ugly God use your bitch like a napkin
I pulled up on your bitch then her booty got to clapping
I bought myself a husky cause my new bitch alaskan

Fuck Ugly God

Lyrics to ‘Fuck Ugly God’ by Ugly God:

–Chorus–
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
–Verse 1–
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Flexing like you got it, bitch, I know your ass is broke
Your networth say you got a million, but your ass don’t
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween
–Chorus–
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
–Verse 2–
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef
–Chorus–
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

Welcome to the Booty Tape

–Verse–
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (damn)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, damn And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! I mean he’s just not that attractive! Lyrics to ‘Welcome to the Booty Tape’ by Ugly God:

–Intro: CUFBOY$ and CUFBOY$ Mom–
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw? Final opinion on Ugly God? Fat Nick is bad, and he looks like a girl
–Tag–
Thanks Ugly God! Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me, except for Fat Nick, I mean that was pretty bad
Fat Nick cranks, what are you saying?

Denison Witmer – Life Before Aesthetics Lyrics

DENISON WITMERLife Before Aesthetics Lyrics
I’ve got more important things
Than shiny diamond rings
And modern furniture
Life before aesthetics was
A nail hole in a wall
A borrowed comforter
Now I wait until the sound
As if I never drowned in my addition
I’m not saying that it’s right
But waking through the night I felt it coming
And it crossed my heart
When did all this start
Stand together, fall apart
And it crossed my heart
Hear the oceans as they sing
The mountains and the spring
And all it means to me
Life before aesthetics is
A mindset that imparts impossibilities
Still I waste the chance to give
As if I’ve never lived throughout deletion (?)
I’m not telling you it’s right
But waking through the night
I felt it happen
And it crossed my heart
When did all this start
Fall together, stand apart
And it crossed my heart
And it crossed my heart
I’ve got more important things
Than shiny diamond rings
And modern furniture. When did all this start
Life before aesthetics was
A nail hole in a wall
A borrowed comforter
Stand together, fall apart
Hear the oceans as they sing
The mountains and the spring
And all it means to me
And it crossed my heart
Life before aesthetics is
A mindset that imparts impossibilities

Desmond Dekker – Music Like Dirt Lyrics

DESMOND DEKKERMusic Like Dirt Lyrics
we’re having a party I hope you are hearty
we’re having a party I hope you are hearty
sing it to me children
rom bomp a loo bomp bomp bomp ballooey
rom bomp a loo bomp bomp intensify
music like dirt for your money’s worth
music like dirt for your money’s worth
sing it to me children
rom bomp a loo bomp bomp bomp balooey
rom bomp a loo bomp bomp intensify
girls like sand to match every man
girls like sand to match every man
sing it to me children
rom bomp a loo bomp bomp bomp balooey
rom bomp a loo bomp bomp intensify
Oh, girls can’t hide from intensified guys
music that stays on for extra days
intensified boys with thoughts full of joy
intensified girls with their fancy clothes
sing it to me children
rom bomp a loo bomp bomp bomp balooey
rom bomp a loo bomp bomp intensify

Dee Carstensen – Come Down In Time Lyrics

DEE CARSTENSENCome Down In Time Lyrics
In the quiet silent seconds
I turned out the light switch
and I came down to meet you
in the half light the moon left
while a cluster of night jars
sang some songs out of tune
and a mantle of bright light
shown down from a room
Come down in time
I still hear him say
so clear in my ear
like it was today
come down in time
was the message he gave me
come down in time
and I’ll meet you half way
well I’m not sure
if I should have heard him as yet
but a true love like his
is a hard love to get
I’ve walked most all the way
and I ain’t heard him call
and I’m gettin’ to thinkin’
if he’s coming at all
Come down in time
I still hear him say
so clear in my ear
like it was today
come down in time
was the message he gave me
come down in time
and I’ll meet you half way

Vanessa Bell Armstrong – For God So Loved The World Lyrics

VANESSA BELL ARMSTRONGFor God So Loved The World Lyrics
Chorus
For God so loved the world
that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whomsoever believth on Him
should not perish, should not perish,
but they shall have, they shall have
everlating life. But He knew the price of one lost soul
was more than wealth could buy;
and if redemption were ever bought,
only love would satisfy. Verse 2
If Riches could have paid the debt
then God could have sold,
all the walls of jasper,
And the streets of purest gold. Verse 1
God could have chosen
to never love again,
fallen man could go his way
and die in his sin;
but God in His compassion said,
I’ll pay redemption’s price,
so He took on the form of man
and became the perfect sacrifice. Chorus