They call you Champagne Papi, but you lookin’ kinda flat, Talkin’ ‘bout the top spot—nah, we ain't havin’ that. You be cryin’ in the booth, fake tough on a track, But every verse sound like the last one—bring the magic back. Started from the bottom, but you stayed right there, Ghostwriters on deck, boy, you need a new prayer. Talkin’ like a savage, but you softer than a feather, Every album sound the same—change the flow, do better! Fake love, fake bars, fake flex, fake scars, You ain't built for battle, better stay in them cars. Talkin’ all that talk, but your crew ain't hard, You a pop star rapper—boy, play your part! You switchin' up accents, like you got new genes, UK one day, then you reppin' New Orleans. Tryna be like Hov, but you lackin’ the weight, Only thing that you run is a marketing play. Started from the bottom? Nah, that’s cap, Got a label cosign, put the world on your back. Now you dancin’ for the charts, tryna stay in the race, But a real MC would’ve left you erased! Fake love, fake bars, fake flex, fake scars, You ain't built for battle, better stay in them cars. Talkin’ all that talk, but your crew ain't hard, You a pop star rapper—boy, play your part! Take a seat, take a break, take a long lil' rest, Aubrey ain’t the GOAT—he’s just hyped up at best. You been playin’ for a minute, but we all seen the play, Take your OVO chains and just fade away.
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The lyrics convey a sense of criticism and disdain, showcasing feelings of contempt towards the subject's authenticity and artistry. There is an underlying frustration with the lack of originality and authenticity in the music industry.
This song is suited for situations involving self-empowerment or critique of the music industry, such as rap battles, diss tracks, or moments when one feels the need to address fake personas or superficiality in culture.
The lyrics feature strong, punchy rhymes and a consistent rhythmic flow, employing internal rhymes and clever wordplay. The use of colloquialisms and references to contemporary culture adds depth, while the structure suggests a verse-chorus format typical in rap.
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They call you Champagne Papi, but you lookin’ kinda flat, Talkin’ ‘bout the top spot—nah, we ain't havin’ that. You be cryin’ in the booth, fake tough on a track, But every verse sound like the last one—bring the magic back. Started from the bottom, but you stayed right there, Ghostwriters on deck, boy, you need a new prayer. Talkin’ like a savage, but you softer than a feather, Every album sound the same—change the flow, do better! Fake love, fake bars, fake flex, fake scars, You ain't built for battle, better stay in them cars. Talkin’ all that talk, but your crew ain't hard, You a pop star rapper—boy, play your part! You switchin' up accents, like you got new genes, UK one day, then you reppin' New Orleans. Tryna be like Hov, but you lackin’ the weight, Only thing that you run is a marketing play. Started from the bottom? Nah, that’s cap, Got a label cosign, put the world on your back. Now you dancin’ for the charts, tryna stay in the race, But a real MC would’ve left you erased! Fake love, fake bars, fake flex, fake scars, You ain't built for battle, better stay in them cars. Talkin’ all that talk, but your crew ain't hard, You a pop star rapper—boy, play your part! Take a seat, take a break, take a long lil' rest, Aubrey ain’t the GOAT—he’s just hyped up at best. You been playin’ for a minute, but we all seen the play, Take your OVO chains and just fade away.
Verse 1: Uzair Khan da safar, Rabb da sahaara, Har kadam te Ammi Abu di duaawan da kinara. Mehnat di raah te chalda hai woh, Sabar te shukar usdi pehchan ban gaye doh. Chorus: Uzair da naam, Allah di rehmat, Dushman jalde ne, par oh karde na shikayat. Kamyabi Rabb di marzi da nishaan, Uzair de dil vich sirf imaan! Verse 2: Chup kar ke chalda, Rabb te bharosa, Duniya da shor, ohde dil vich na darr. Har jeet de pichay Allah da haath, Dushmanan de dil vich sirf khud ka saath. Bridge: Oh Rabb de saharayin, ohdi mehnat da rang, Dushman vi sochde, "Ki ae Allah da rang?" Uzair nu farq nai painda, oh te musafir, Raah Allah di, Abu Jan di duaawan da asar.
Dușmanilor nu vă mai uitați Vă fut iubita în fiecare seară și vă ofticați Chit că începe cu R sau cu A Iubitele voastre vi le-am futut cândva Sunteți ofticați pe mine că am banii și femei Iar ale voastre trag tot la banii mei Ce să vă fac dacă sunteți proști Te-ai luat de mine și bine nu mă cunoști Dușmanii mei se oftică când îmi merge bine Îmi dă mesaj cu Bravo, sau mă ignoră prea bine Dar eu știu că voi sunteți supărați Ca vă i-au nevestele și vă ofticați Dușmanii mei se oftică când îmi merge bine Îmi dă mesaj cu Bravo, sau mă ignoră prea bine Dar eu știu că voi sunteți supărați Ca vă i-au nevestele și vă ofticați Ce să vă fac dacă sunteți proști Alegeți pe unele pentru banii ca niște idioti Daca tu crezi că iubităta te place Stai să vezi ce face seara cu mine, este ca pe ace Sare de parcă o înțep in dos Stă cu mine că eu sunt mai frumos Așa îmi spune mereu ea Dar eu știu că vine pentru pula mea Dușmanii mei se oftică când îmi merge bine Îmi dă mesaj cu Bravo, sau mă ignoră prea bine Dar eu știu că voi sunteți supărați Ca vă i-au nevestele și vă ofticați Dușmanii mei se oftică când îmi merge bine Îmi dă mesaj cu Bravo, sau mă ignoră prea bine Dar eu știu că voi sunteți supărați Ca vă i-au nevestele și vă ofticați
[Intro] Impala on dubs, paint wet like the rain, Hit the switch, make it bounce, yeah, I’m off the chain. Chasin’ bitches, livin’ life, you already know, This that lowrider flow, let’s go! [Verse 1] I’m cruisin’ down the block in my ’64, Candy paint drippin’, yeah, it’s callin’ the whores. Hit the switch, three pumps, now it’s hoppin’ on the street, Bitches flock to the ride, yeah, they love the heat. Gold spokes spinnin’, whitewalls gleamin’ clean, Impala so fresh, it’s a lowrider dream. I’m a playboy with a plan, and a pocket full of cash, Chasin’ skirts in the night, makin’ moves real fast. [Chorus] Chasin’ bitches, hittin’ switches in my Impala, Low life livin’, yeah, I’m straight ballin’. Hit the block, make it bounce, watch it dip and sway, This that West Coast vibe, I’m livin’ large every day. [Verse 2] I’m a smooth operator, with a classic on my side, Impala so clean, it’s a badge of pride. Hit the switch, make it dance, now it’s scrapin’ on the ground, Bitches love the sound when the hydraulics pound. I’m a legend in the game, with a rep so cold, From the hood to the hills, yeah, my story’s told. Chasin’ skirts in the night, yeah, I’m on the prowl, Impala so low, it’s a king on the prowl. [Chorus] Chasin’ bitches, hittin’ switches in my Impala, Low life livin’, yeah, I’m straight ballin’. Hit the block, make it bounce, watch it dip and sway, This that West Coast vibe, I’m livin’ large every day. [Bridge] Yo, this ain’t no regular ride, this a masterpiece, Impala so clean, it’ll make a hater cease. From the hood to the hills, they all know my name, When I hit the switch, it’s a whole different game. [Verse 3] I’m a OG in the game, with a classic on my mind, Impala so low, it’s a one of a kind. Hit the switch, make it hop, now it’s breakin’ necks, Bitches in the back, they screamin’, “What’s next?” I’m a trendsetter, yeah, I’m settin’ the tone, Impala so fresh, it’s a king on the throne. From the block to the show, I’m the man they admire, When I hit the switch, man, I set the world on fire. [Chorus] Chasin’ bitches, hittin’ switches in my Impala, Low life livin’, yeah, I’m straight ballin’. Hit the block, make it bounce, watch it dip and sway, This that West Coast vibe, I’m livin’ large every day. [Outro] Yo, Impala life, where the real ones ride, Hit the switch, make it bounce, let the world collide. This that low life vibe, where the legends stay, Cruisin’ in my Impala, every single day
[Intro] Yo, yo, yo… Motel 6, room 12, where the magic went down, Two homeless queens, yeah, we tore the town. This ain’t no fairytale, this ain’t no flex, Just a story ‘bout a night full of sweat and sex. [Verse 1] Pulled up in the whip, seen ‘em hangin’ outside, Dirty sneakers, ripped jeans, but that look in their eyes. Said, “Yo, what’s good? Y’all tryna make a move?” They laughed, said, “We ain’t got nothin’ to lose.” Motel 6, cheap sheets, but the vibe was A1, Cracked a bottle of cheap wine, let the night begun. First chick, thick, with a wildcat grin, Second one, skinny, but she jumped right in. We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout love, nah, this ain’t no date, Just three lost souls in a broken-down state. The walls was thin, but we didn’t care, Neighbors knockin’, but we wasn’t there. [Chorus] Motel 6, where the wild things go, Two homeless chicks and a night full of blow. Cheap thrills, no frills, just the heat we bring, This ain’t no love song, this a freak thing. [Verse 2] First chick on the bed, second on the floor, Sweat drippin’ down, yeah, we begged for more. No names, no games, just the sound of skin, A symphony of sin, let the chaos begin. They ain’t got much, but they gave it all, Dirty hands, dirty sheets, but we stood tall. This ain’t no glamour, this ain’t no flex, Just a night at the Motel 6, what’s next? Neon light flickerin’, shadows on the wall, Two homeless angels, yeah, they answered the call. We ain’t judgin’ life, we just livin’ it raw, This ain’t no fairytale, this is street law. [Chorus] Motel 6, where the wild things go, Two homeless chicks and a night full of blow Cheap thrills, no frills, just the heat we bring, This ain’t no love song, this a freak thing. [Bridge] Yo, this ain’t pretty, this ain’t clean, This is gutter dreams, this is in-between. No judgment here, just the truth I speak, A night at the Motel 6, where the freaks meet. [Verse 3] Woke up in the mornin’, they was gone like the wind, Left a note on the pillow, said, “Thanks for the spin.” No numbers, no names, just a memory now, Two homeless queens, and I’m wonderin’ how. Life’s a trip, man, it’s wild and strange, Motel 6, cheap sheets, but the vibe don’t change. This ain’t no story ‘bout love or regret, Just a night I won’t forget, you can bet. [Chorus] Motel 6, where the wild things go, Two homeless chicks and a night full of blow. Cheap thrills, no frills, just the heat we bring, This ain’t no love song, this a freak thing. [Outro] Yo, Motel 6, where the lost souls meet, Two homeless queens, and a night so sweet. This ain’t no fairytale, this ain’t no flex, Just a story ‘bout a night full of sweat and sex
Give me more weapons give me more cash My name is Zelensky and I love to clash Got a head full of cocaine it's my claim A green midget and yeah I'm insane Stealing the spotlight under the moon Looking like mini-Shrek with an attitude soon I've got a plan it's tricky and quick Hiding in shadows with gadgets and a trick I am the midget crazy and bold In the darkness stories unfold Watch out world as I make my move Shaking foundations zapping the groove Give me more weapons give me more cash My name is Zelensky and I love to clash Got a head full of cocaine it's my claim A green midget and yeah I'm insane Whisper in the alley shadows so sly Creeping around like a spy in the night Blending in places you'll never suspect With a heart full of mischief I'm ready to wreck Madness in pocket laughter in mind A mischievous creature one of a kind Roaming through cities causing a scene Green midget Zelensky on the chaotic routine