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Kendrick Lamar

Kendrick Lamar Duckworth (born June 17, 1987), simply known as Kendrick Lamar, is an American hip hop recording artist from Compton, California, currently signed to Top Dawg, Aftermath, and Interscope. Lamar is a member of hip hop supergroup Black Hippy, along with fellow West Coast rappers and label mates Jay Rock, Schoolboy Q and Ab-Soul. He first gained major attention after the release of his fourth mixtape, Overly Dedicated, in 2010. In 2011 he released his first independent album to critical acclaim, Section.80, released exclusively through iTunes and instantly ranked as one of the top digital hip hop releases of the year. Early in his career, before releasing his major label debut, Lamar amassed a large Internet following, and had already worked with D… more »

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Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hold on to each other
Hold on to each other
This is what the world sounds like
Nah, f*ck you, nigga (f*ck you, bitch)
(Oh my God, okay)
You got me fucked up
F*ck you, f*ck you

I swear I'm tired of these emotional ass, ungrateful ass bitches (shut the f*ck up)
Unstable ass, confrontational ass dumb bitches
You wanna bring a nigga down, even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life (I swear to God)

F*ck you nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucker, grow up
Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit (man)
F*ck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit

What? Fuckin' up yo' shit? You must be bleedin' and some more shit
Bitch, I don't know shit, f*ck yo' feelings

You on some ho shit
See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with me
Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant
I know when you fake busy (c'mon, dog)
Get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology

Man, bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What, you think I'ma kiss yo' ass?
Nah, nigga, you fuckin' lame

You know what? F*ck you, bitch (f*ck you, nigga)
Nah, f*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you, nigga)
Nah, f*ck you, bitch (f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, bitch (f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you (f*ck you)
F*ck you (f*ck you)
F*ck you, nigga
F*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you)

Wastin' my time and energy tryna be good to you
Lost friends, family, gained more enemies 'cause of you
Bitches starin' at me in sorrow, hoes scratchin' my cars up
Shoulda followed my mind in '09 and just moved to Georgia

Oh, what, that's my fault now?
Bitch, you power trippin', or guilt trippin'? (okay)
I held yo' ass down

You just kept me down, that's a big difference (man)
Stressin' myself tryna figure why I'm not good enough
Goin' to church, prayin' for you, searchin' for good in us
Lil' dick ass nigga that's tryna go big
But you was suckin' this dick though
Well, shit, I shoulda sucked his
What you say?
I shoulda found a bigger dick
Bitch, get the f*ck out my face
Oh, what, you mad?
Shut up, bitch, you got me fucked up today, on God
Ah-ha, you mad lil' feelings is shot
Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you all that she got (man, what bitch?)
Let her know you packin' yo' shit and gotta move by the first
Man, give me these fuckin' keys, dawg
Give me my keys, I'ma be late for work
F*ck yo' job, today gon' be the day you walk to that bitch
Give me my fuckin' keys
Nah, I liked you parked in that bitch
Give me my keys, bro
On God, you ain't gettin' these keys
Give me my fucking keys
Ah, now you mad at me, I got you hollerin' for nothin'
I do the same when we fuckin'
Act like that pussy ain't loose
I'd rather act like I'm cummin'
I'd rather f*ck off the juice
I'd rather f*ck on your cousin
Bitch, you said you gon' f*ck who?
You heard me, nigga, it's nothing (alright)

You know what? F*ck you, bitch (F*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you bitch, no, f*ck you nigga
F*ck you, bitch (nah, f*ck you, nigga)
F*ck you, bitch (f*ck you) f*ck you (sick of this nigga)
F*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you, f*ck you (f*ck you), f*ck you, f*ck you bi-
F*ck you bitch, stupid ass bitch

I don't even know why I f*ck with you
I'll be damned if I stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin you, bitch
Bitch, whatever is comfortable
This the type of shit couples do
Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bitch
Nigga, you dirty and you broke
Ho, you goofy and gullible (f*ck you talkin' 'bout?)
Mmm, them insecurities you got, won't mind f*ck me
Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see
Don't speak on my mama, the f*ck is yo' problem?
That bitch don't like me anyways
Bitch, she gave you the Honda
And used that shit to throw it in my face (man, hol' on, bro)
Find it funny you just can't apologize (bitch, dawg)
Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies (bro)
See, you the reason why strong women fucked up
Why they say it's a man's world
See, you the reason for Trump (you cryin', yo?)
You the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame
If you look, I don't speak (ah), then I'm called out my name
I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remained
You the reason bitches start fuckin' with bitches when they change
You the reason bitches start callin' y'all bitches 'cause y'all useless
You the reason Harvey Weinstein had to see his conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive

Man, shut the f*ck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired of these emotional ass, ungrateful ass bitches
Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'
Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin' (here he go, shut the f*ck up)
It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims (look at you, look at you)
Let's talk the truth (okay), women in general just can't get along (explain, nigga)
Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone (explain, nigga)
When Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home (explain)
Why R&B bitches don't feature on each other songs?
What the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Never mind bitch, I'm walkin' out
Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now
Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt
Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth
Pussy and mouth is all you got
Lay this pussy back on the couch
Doggie style, then you get on top

F*ck me, nigga (I'ma f*ck you, bitch)
Nah, f*ck me, nigga f*ck me (I'ma f*ck you, bitch)
Nah, f*ck you, f*ck me (you playin' man)
F*ck me
Nah, you playin'

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