🌶️🌶️🌶‪️‬ olekk.13

[Letra de "Asuntos de Familia (Freestyle)"]



[Verso]

Llamas a Kigo, negocias con mi prima

Lo firma mi madre, yo solo veo las cifras

Parece una peli rodada en Sicilia pero esta es mi vida

Todo es un asunto de familia

Y no en plan metafórico (No)

Los apellidos son iguales, no es un código

No hay seguridad, somos mi primo y yo

Y él es muy cariñoso, pero yo que tú bajaba el tono (Uh)

El vuelo es a París, llegamos pa' comer

Treinta personas on stage, en el tour más de cien (Cien)

No es atrezzo lo que Dichas nos da de beber (No)

Negocios y placer, no los distingo bien

Y aun así, estamos millo

No te voy a mentir, no ha sido sencillo

Podéis apostar cuántos años más voy a estar

Tan relevante y con autoridad para escupir estos raps (Uh)

¿Quizás un par?

Que te jodan, voy a estar lo que yo quiera estar, rockstar

Haciendo el Matrix mientras os quedáis sin balas

No me pueden tocar



[Outro]

Pew, pew

Jajajaja





Aunque esta canción no haya sido publicada en ninguna plataforma de streaming como formato musical, aparece en el final de la película “Esta ambición desmedida” estrenada el día 26 de octubre de 2023.

[Intro: 2Pac (AI)]

Killuminati

Dons rise again

You can see it in my eyes again



[Verse 1: 2Pac (AI)]

Kendrick, we need ya, the West Coast savior

Engraving your name in some hip-hop history

If you deal with this viciously

You seem a little nervous about all the publicity

Fuck this Canadian lightskin, Dot

We need a no-debated West Coast victory, man

Call him a bitch for me

Talk about him likin' young girls, that's a gift from me

Heard it on the Budden Podcast, it's gotta be true

They told me the spirit of Makaveli is alive

In a nigga under 5'5", so it's gotta be you

I would beef the whole fuckin' game

It was me and Snoop Dogg, had my fuckin' shirt off in the House of Blues

K, you gotta fuck this nigga girl, he gotta get abused

All that shit 'bout burning tattoos, he is not amused

That's jail talk for real thugs, you gotta be you

Gotta leave this motherfucker broken and bruised before we really lose

You asked for the smoke, now it seem you too busy for the smoke

I won't lie, the people confused

Now you 'bout to give this shit another week?

And fall back so homegirl can run her numbers up? I woulda refused

Fuck these industry relationships, she not in your shoes

You supposed to be the boogeyman, go do what you do

Unless this is a moment that you tell us this not really you

In that case, there's nothing left to say, I'll just pass it to Snoop



[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg (AI)]

Nephew, what the fuck you really 'bout to do?

We passed you the torch at the House of Blues

And now you gotta do some dirty work, you know how to move, right? Right?

I know you never been to jail, orange jumpsuits and shower shoes

Never shot nobody, never stabbed nobody

Never did nothing violent to no one, it's the homies that empower you

But still, you gotta show this fuckin' owl who's boss on the West

Now's a time to really make a power move

'Cause right now it's looking like you writin' out the game plan on how to lose

How to bark up the wrong tree and then get your head popped in a crowded room

World is watching this chess game, but are you out of moves?

Dot, you know that the D-O-G never fuckin' doubted you

But right now it seem like you posted up without a clue

Of what the fuck you 'bout to do



[Verse 3: Drake]

Yeah, unc', that's the truth

I'm definitely 'bout to come around the Lang gang and let my fuckin' bowel move

Shittin' on you niggas from a whole different altitude

High up in the sky like I'm Howard Hughes

The first one really only took me an hour or two

The next one is really 'bout to bring out the coward in you

But now we gotta wait a fuckin' week 'cause Taylor Swift is your new Top

And if you 'bout to drop, she gotta approve

This girl really 'bout to make you act like you not in a feud

She tailor-made your schedule with Ant, you out of the loop

Hate all you corporate industry puppets, I'm not in the mood

I love it when you niggas talk loose like I'm not in the room

Since "Like That," your tone changed a little, you not as enthused

How are you not in the booth? It feel like you kinda removed

You tryna let this shit die down, nah, nah, nah

Not this time, nigga, you followin' through

I guess you need another week to figure out how to improve

What the fuck is taking so long? We waitin' on you

The rest of y'all are definitely involved, y'all gettin' it too

Soon as you get the courage to drop, I'm out on the loose, on the loose



[Outro: Drake]

Yeah, shout out to Taylor Swift

Biggest gangster in the music game right now

You know, I moved my album when she dropped, I said that already

You know, she 'bout to milli' run through a Milly Rock on your head top, well

She got the whole pgLang on mute like that Beyoncé challenge, y'all boys quiet for the weekend, like

Dot, I know you're in that NY apartment, you strugglin' right now, I know it

In the notepad doing lyrical gymnastics, my boy

You better have a motherfuckin' quintuple entendre on that shit

Some shit I don't even understa

[Intro: Kanye West, Future & The Inter Milan Ultras]

You know we had to get The Hooligans up here, we gon' take this pussy nigga out

Yo, Dot, I got you

Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah-oah

Yeah

If you like that (Phew)



[Verse 1: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]

Can't stop, won't stop

I just fucked your bitch in the Sean John tank top

You treat a bad bitch like she average

I treat a bad bitch like a fat bitch

Shouldn't have never let me get money again

On my Katt Williams when they get funny again

Yeah, you see they tried to count me out, I like that

We just hit a number one, we right back

Five hundred down on the bottom, fivе hundred up at the top

Titanium grills, call that "smile on thе rocks"

I done had everything that you able to got

I invented drill too, I ain't gon' lie, it was Chop

Ayy, another one, volume one (Yee)

Then it's two and three (Yee!), VULTURES on repeat (Yee!)

Still feel like Pablo, drug dealer chic (Yee)

Pluto sent the drones (Woo), it hit like Metro beats

It's a wrap for niggas (Yee)

Where's Lucian? Serve your master, nigga

You caught a little bag for your masters, didn't ya?

Lifetime deal, I feel bad for niggas (Bad for niggas)

Y'all so outta sight, outta mind

I can't even think of a Drake line

Play J. Cole, get the pussy dry

Play this shit back a hundred-thirty times



[Chorus: Future]

Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that)

Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Yeah)

Young throwed nigga, sellin' lows, is you like that? (Yeah)

All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like)

Niggas from the bottom really like that (If you like that)

Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (Like that)

Pop another bottle if you like that (If you like that)



[Post-Chorus: Michel'le & Future]

He was once a thug from around the way (Phew)



[Verse 2: Future]

Bitch didn't get no AP, she got Patek and Philippe

Takin' off to the moon, got Chanaynay on my feet, mm

Bang without my goon, now she got me playin' for keeps, yeah

G6 and shrooms, we take drugs through the week

I can barely talk, but I got molly in my body

You don't have to say nothing if gettin' money ain't your hobby

Made it out the struggle, my hustle, I got it

Came out the mud, ain't no dirt on my Prada (Yeah)



[Chorus: Future]

Young dope dealer, sellin' dope, is you like that? (If you like that)

Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Yeah)

Young throwed nigga, sellin' lows, is you like that? (Yeah)

All '24, you on go, is you like that? (If you like that)

Niggas from the bottom really like that (If you like that)

Steppin' in Balencis if you like that (If you like that)

Pop another bottle if you like that (If you like that)



[Post-Chorus: Michel'le]

He was once a thug from around the way



[Break: The Inter Milan Ultras]

Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah-oah

Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah-oah



[Outro]

(Perfect!)





This is the official remix of Future, Metro Boomin and Kendrick Lamar’s #1 hit song, “Like That” off of their collaborative album, WE DON’T TRUST YOU — Here, Ye replaces Kendrick Lamar to throw more shots towards Drake and the recent feud that has been encompassed in the Hip-Hop scene.

According to some insiders and Metro Boomin likes, there may be another remix of Like That that features Pusha T instead of Ye, as they both have recorded for the song according to Flab, a credible Ye insider.

[Intro]

Go, go, go



[Verse 1]

Forbidden from the beginnin', I saw her there, up there

Been like that since I met her, they said I couldn't have her

Way out of my league, I never believed it

Gotta get her heart, I gotta make her mine

But what if she just tells me I'm not quite her speed or

Shows me her bare hands and crushes my ego?

Dismiss me as a kid, tells me I'm barely legal

But barely legal is legal



[Chorus]

You ain't gone get in trouble

Messin' with someone a little younger, younger

You ain't gone get in trouble

For messin' with someone a little younger

Who loves ya

Girl, if I gotta show ID (Show I-, show ID)

Then I'm gonna (Gonna)

Won't let you get in trouble

For messin' with someone a little younger

Younger, no



[Verse 2]

This conversation is taking us for a loop

But taking you serious is difficult to do

'Cause I don't believe ya

When you say that you don't

Ever look at me quite that way (That way)

You say that you tryin' to settle down

But you think I'm handsome

I should be having fun

I shouldn't move fast

So, let's go slower, not faster

'Cause it ain't no fun

Without ya



[Chorus]

You ain't gone get in trouble

Messin' with someone a little younger, younger

You ain't gone get in trouble

For messin' with someone a little younger

Who loves ya

Girl, if I gotta show ID (Show I-, show ID)

Then I'm gonna (Gonna)

Won't let you get in trouble

For messin' with someone a little younger

Younger, no

[Intro: Travis Scott]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



[Bridge: Travis Scott]

Hilt for the shocker

Out the hilt, out the hilt, hilt

Out the, off the hilt (Hilt)

Jumping out the hilt, they been jumping



[Chorus: Travis Scott]

On my dick, thirty eight hoes on my dick

Is it natural? Wide? Is it thick?

Checks in my pocket and my kicks, kicks

Took the risk, Rose-gold Patek on my wrist

If I pull up, pull up, is it lit?

Beepin' by the gate

I've been beepin' by the gate, I've been



[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Damn, all these stars on my head

Okay, it's cool, keep this ice, keep me fresh

Chase hit the stu' with me, somethin' I can hear

You know I'm James in The Garden, I can't miss

Ooh-ooh, I been through it, let me vent

I sat back and watch 'em switch up from my side of the fence

Old niggas makin' rules, tryna box young Scotty in

Live and die just by two codes: love your haters; no new friends

Find a way to let it fade from me by the sip

Take it down 'til I feel it in my ribs

She come right through, then I send her to the crib

Then she know, now she know what it is, yeah



[Chorus: Travis Scott]

On my dick, thirty eight hoes on my dick

Is it natural? Wide? Is it thick?

Checks in my pocket and my kicks, kicks

Took the risk, Rose-gold Patek on my wrist

If I pull up, pull up, is it lit?

Beepin' by the gate

I've been beepin' by the gate, I've been



[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Ready to go my nigga?

They call me the biggest, woo (M-M-M)

Black Jordans out in Paris (Paris)

A white McLaren, bad bitches out in Dallas (Dallas)

Is my companion you lookin' for Jordan?

[...]



[Verse 3: Luxury Tax 50]

[...] beat (Straight facts)

Since I beat up the beat, like I'm Chase B (Damn facts)

North Side refugee, BPI-certified

[…]

[Verse]

Rock band on me, what is there left to say?

Get back lil' bro, and I put that on the gang, let's get it

Get back, 100 bands, yeah, get a tax, hoe

No face, all ass, fuck you throwin' shade for?

Punk shit, this a moshpit, don't get punched, bitch

Big sell, off the laptop, I'm eating lunch, shit

I just left my girl, she been on her "do too much" shit

Hot sauce titties, lil' baby, where's the function?

Fuck niggas all around me, I'm not toxic

Got too many foes that I don't trust, you in my top six

Fuck did you think? I'm in her spleen, yeah

When I'm with gang, I leave you in vein, we treat 'em the same (Yeah)

All of us pop shit, we on that squad shit, Louis V rockеt, know how we rockin'

Your bitch generic, my Hallе Berry, one of 'em married

She famous dick-hoppin'

If you bring around me, think your bitch gon' wanna stay

Murder scene in the pussy and I put that on the gang, let's get it



“100 Bands” is an unreleased song previewed by Baby Keem on July 5, 2021 after the full song leaked three days prior. This song was previewed along with “Impatient” on his Instagram story.