Watch Big Sean and Jhene Aiko Performs “Moments” On Jimmy Fallon

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A day after debuting a giant tattoo of Big Sean, Jhene Aiko joins her man on “The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon” to perform moments.

Jhene Aiko kicked off the performance with her soothing voice before she was joined by Big Sean on stage. The two love birds has great chemistry on stage while the live band provides a soothing instrumental. The R&b singer sings about wanting her man to cure her heartbreaks from her past while the G.O.O.D. Music rapper raps about wanting his girl to help cope with his stress.

Aiko and Big Sean are currently working on the follow-up to their debut album as a duet “Twenty88.” That new project will arrive sometime in the near future. Yesterday, the “Trip” singer shocked the hip hop community when she posted a photo of a giant tattoo she got of a portrait of Big Sean. She got roasted on Twitter for it, but she could care less. Aiko also finalized her divorce from producer Dot Da Genius last week. The couple were married for a little less than a year before BS swoop in and took her for himself.

Watch their performed of their collaborative single “Moments” below.

Litron – La Fouine paroles

Paroles La Fouine – Litron

Te rafaler pour de la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litron, Khaliss, litron
Khaliss, litron (Paw, paw, paw)
Te rafaler pour de la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litron, Khaliss, litron
Khaliss, litron (Paw, paw, paw).

Hmm, défilé Versace, Madame j’vais prendre celle-ci
J’suis assis à côté de Kanye et sa pute me suce aussi
Il m’offre une nouvelle paire d’Yeezy et j’danse la kizomba, la kizomba
J’ouvre des bouteilles de champagne, j’pense au salaire qu’ils n’ont pas, non qu’ils n’ont pas
J’suis dans mon new penthouse, vue sur Key Largo, ouais Key Largo
Négro, donne-moi mon dû ou on te tire dessus comme à Chicago
Ta chienne m’envoie un texto, donc je lui envoie un D.M
Elle m’a sucé dans ma Merco, et j’l’ai fourée dans ta BM
Un million point dans mon bando, t’as pas de quoi t’acheter du pento
Givenchy, Dior et Chanel, j’sais pas pé-cho lequel, j’crois que j’vais tous les prendre, gros
Un million point dans mon bando, toi t’as perdu ton ticket resto
Givenchy, Dior et Chanel, j’sais pé-cho lequel, j’crois que j’vais tous les prendre, gros.

Te rafaler pour la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litron, Khaliss, litron versuri-lyrics.info
Khaliss, litron (Paw, paw, paw)
Te rafaler pour de la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litron, Khaliss, litron
Khaliss, litron (Paw, paw, paw).

Détail, détail, détail, c’pas pour moi, moi j’parle en gros
Charbonne, charbonne, heureux, quand les tits-peu signent en pro
Mes Valentinos sur le parquet posés au Front Row
Avec leurs frigos vides, non j’crois qu’ces rappeurs en font trop
Sucer, sucer, sucer, ‘savent que sucer la relève
Ils peura-peura-peura avec du me-sper sur les lèvres
Si t’es en chien khoya, ouais parle sur moi ça te fera un buzz
Pour moi une Mercedes c’est comme une voiture tamponneuse
Confonds pas avec ces putes, ils ont la carte américaine
Appart’ aux States, mais j’ai la carte nationale marocaine
Parquet, parquet, parquet, comment t’évites les longs peines
Normal qu’tu t’mettes à table, regarde les casseroles que tu traînes.

Te rafaler pour la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litrooon, Khaliss, litrooon
Khaliss, litrooon (Paw, paw, paw)
Te rafaler pour de la monnaie, on ne tire pas sur les mollets
Regardez l’heure sur ma Rolly, deux kilos d’pure dans le colis
Khaliss, litrooon, Khaliss, litrooon
Khaliss, litrooon (Paw, paw, paw).

T’as des appart’ que quand tu joues au Monopoly
J’ai pris le flow tah Jumpman, on sait nique ta mère aussi
Dépense, dépense, dépense ma belle, ne m’dis pas le prix
On passe la nuit debout quand l’gouvernement s’assoupit
Marqué par la vie, kho j’ai l’flow tah Mississippi
Si t’as poucave tes khos, viens pas faire ta baltringue ici
C’est vrai khoya la frappe est molle mais nous on s’endurcit.
BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveli

BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveli
BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveli
BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveli
BS, BS, BS, Banlieue Sale, Makaveliii.
La Fouine paroles
Video La Fouine

Papoose – Back On My Bullshit (feat. Fat Joe & Jaquae)

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em "I don’t know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make "Panda," but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the [?]
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals [?]

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

[Outro: Fat Joe (Jaquae)]
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)

Back on my bullshit – Papoose lyrics

Lyrics Papoose – Back on my bullshit

Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em “I don’t know,”
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them “adios!”
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make “Panda,” but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the ..
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true b*tch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals ..

Let’s ..
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my b*tches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

Kaleb Mitchell – 18 letras

[Verse 1]
10 years in, how you tryna lil’ bro me?
I ain’t [?] the one, but I ain’t the one and only
[?], with the molasses
You pose for the ‘gram, I’m tryna compose classics
They be in the mall tryna get a girl number
I be in the studio tryna kill ’em all Summer
We are not the same, I’m a different type of animal
I been up for days, gotta bunch of [?] stamina
I don’t need the Mary, I’m already elevated
Dressin’ like a thug but I’m hella educated
Readin’ at a college level in the fifth grade
Coulda went AP, well, um, hey
What you’re lookin’ at is young David in the flesh
They done messed around and let me get up off the bench
They thinkin’ it’s a given that Goliath gon’ be winnin’
But I ain’t lettin’ up, this is full court press

[Hook]
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down, yeah

[Verse 2]
[?] and poetry, the potent production
I was the one that they said would be nothin’
I was the one that they said would be nothin’
I’ma be greater, it ain’t up for discussion
Pockets is empty, I’m feelin’ the hunger
I think it’s time that I run up the numbers
This ain’t a game, this as real as it gets
If I do it I’ma be the best, ya
I’ma buy my momma a house
I don’t care what none of you say
Everything I want I’ma have
I won’t let ’em get in the way
I remember when I used to hit you up
And I would never get replies
Got it poppin’, now you really friendly with me
Dawg, I see through the disguise

[Hook]
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down
I ain’t goin’ back now
I done came too far to back down, yeah

[Verse 3]
I been overlooked and underestimated for too long
I’m the rapper that your favorite rapper probably stealin’ from
Teachers said I would be nothin’
Hmm, I bet I prove her wrong
Don’t be mad because your children know the words to every song
Everyboy lookin’ thirsty, they do anything for likes
Take a selfie, all a sudden you a model overnight
I don’t care about what’s trending, I don’t feed into the hype
Man, I think it’s ’bout that time to bring the BS to the light
Used to hang my head low, now I’m pokin’ out my chest
I don’t really do this often, please excuse me while I flex
Back in 1998, momma gave birth to a legend
Told ’em that I gotta get it, now I came back for my seconds
I’m tired of sparin’ they feelings, it’s waste of my energy
They callin’ me fam, but really ain’t none of ’em kin to me
I don’t trust anybody, man, I don’t know your intentions
No, you cannot get a retweet, a like, not even a mention
Get out my face

[Outro]
This the part where I just hit the kill switch
I got hella problems that I’m tryna deal with
If you feel offended, sorry for the realness
Spit it so hard that an amputee can feel this
18, guess it’s time to become the man now
You can stay seated homie, I’ma stand out
Live and direct from the 973
This ain’t rappin’ this committin’
Homicide over beats, call 911!
I don’t plan on stoppin’ no time soon
Everybody claimin’ that they got the wave
But what’s a wave to a freakin’ typhoon?
They say when you independent you end up burnin’ all your pennies the harder way
Somebody tell these jokers that I didn’t come this far to go sign it all away

Dame D.O.L.L.A. – Loyal To The Soil (feat. Lil Wayne) (The Letter O Album) letras

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
That money stack tall but only partially my focus
So compassionate, struggle hard for me to cope with
Do a lot for others, not for credit or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we’re in, yeah it’s royal
Crabs in the barrel, wrapped up in foil
Kids grow up scars that are rubbed now with oil
And life done changed a bit but I can’t grow apart
For those in my position that don’t feel me, grow a heart
I grew up round love but we had a slower start
Hooping on the tree and fighting at the park
Luckily we had guidance, we was more blessed than others
We was the deepest family, nobody had more cousins
The street lights would flicker everybody running no huddle
Cause if you didn’t make it everybody got in trouble

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.LA.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, chin to the clouds, all 10 on solid ground
Sipping purple Whitney Houston, never touch the Bobby Brown
When it comes to the crown, I done dreadlocked it down
Rest in peace my daddy Rabbit, he in Heaven hopping ’round
I been outchea on the grind, I want mine on time
Keep it a hundred, not even 99.9
It’s Lil Tunechi the best rapper alive
I rep five, invite your girl to my suite at the Loews, she left high
Oh my in a double R, I’m re-ready to die
My pockets fat as Precious but what’s more precious than time
Cause life is too short, I got that from Too $hort
Couldn’t ball, I was too short
But rich, like I play two sports
Flag red like scarlet
Keep my head in my wallet
Leave the BS in the toilet
Leave the BS on the Charmin
With TF on my garments
I wear Trukfit like Ralph Lauren
And I’m loyal to my soil
Straight from hell, I mean New Orleans
Tunechi

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke

[Verse 3: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
They said you wanna make it so here’s the keys to survival
Get you a work ethic, go about it maniacal
Carry your family, all the great ones on that Mariah flow
Come to the neighborhood, show a kid to throw a spiral
All about your time, that’s the best thing to give
A message from the distance hardly ever stay in ear
Gotta keep a presence even with your relatives
Cause we all carry gifts like Santa and the deers
I come through with no security
I grew up in the slums ain’t no fear in me
Now the lames come and go and no forgetting me
They in love with the life and I don’t know Billie Jean
Look at my demeanor, see loyalty in my background
Love me cause I’m solid, not because I became a cash cow
Tryna make jobs for younglings, that’s on the ave now
That’s why I can’t have a barbecue and don’t have a pat down

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I won’t let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angles behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain’t get high and I ain’t sell dope
People ask "why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice the pie then you gotta have hope
Take the plan serious or watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke
Watch it go in smoke, watch it go in smoke

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