12 Fruity & Refreshing Cocktail Recipes To Kick Off #HotGirlSummer & MDW

12 Fruity & Refreshing Cocktail Recipes To Kick Off #HotGirlSummer & MDW

Smirnoff


Ali Stagnitta
On-Air Reporter & Writer

#HotGirlSummer is about to begin! Memorial Day Weekend is this weekend and we are ready to celebrate, rain or shine. Sip on these delicious cocktails whether you’re on the beach, at the pool or just basking in the joys of summer!

What better way to kick off the dog days of summer and Memorial Day Weekend celebrations than with a refreshing, delicious cocktail? Whether you want to be your own bartender and whip up some margaritas or spritzes, or crack open a pre-made canned cocktail, we’ve got a list of 12 fruity, fun and festive drinks that you can enjoy this holiday weekend!

1. Botanist & Tonic

This is a delicious drink attached to a great cause, because the gin brand, The Botanist, is doubling their $5 donations to the Independent Restaurant Coalition (IRC) for every Botanist & Tonic purchased at participating bars/restaurants in key cities across the country over MDW. The participating bars and restaurants can be found on TheInfatuation.com. To make your own at home, use 2 oz The Botanist Islay Dry Gin, premium tonic water and garnish with seasonal fruits or herbs.

2. Loverboy

Indulge in the flavors of summer with the delicious Loverboy canned cocktails. Whether you’re going for a Spritz, like their delicious Passion Fruit Guava, or a refreshing Hard Tea, like the fan-fave Hibiscus Pom, these low-cal, no sugar, full of flavor canned drinks will be your go-to all summer long.

3. DeLeón Blanco Peach Mango Margarita

The DeLeón Blanco Peach Mango Margarita takes on its bright orange hues, refreshing flavor, and namesake from the two summer-fruit superstars, creating a dazzling interpretation of the classic margarita. To concoct, combine 1 ½ oz of DeLeón Blanco Tequila, 1 oz of Peach Puree, ½ oz of Mango Puree, ½ oz of Fresh Lime Juice, ½ oz of Fresh Lemon Juice and ¾ oz of Agave Nectar Syrup into a shaker with ice. Shake and strain into ice filled glass rimmed with tajin spice. Garnish with a lime wheel and fresh peach slice.

4. CÎROC Summer Watermelon Summer

Kick off Summer with this vibrant cocktail from CÎROC, especially if you’re entertaining! Combine 1 oz of CÎROC Summer Watermelon and 1/2 oz Cranberry Juice into a champagne flute and top with 1 oz of champagne and 1/4 oz Elderflower Liqueur, if desired. Garnish with a watermelon skin twist and enjoy!

5. La Pina

Toast to George Clooney and his Casamigos Tequila with their La Pina recipe! Pour 1.5 oz of Casamigos Blanco Tequila, .75 oz of fresh lemon juice, 1 oz of fresh pineapple juice, .5 oz of simple syrup and 1 pinch of cinnamon into a shaker with ice. Shake vigorously and strain into rocks glass. Add fresh ice and garnish for a refreshing and delicious cocktail.

6. Very Berry Vodka Smash

We’re getting patriotic with the Smirnoff Very Berry Vodka Smash this MDW! Add 1.5 oz of Smirnoff’s Red, White & Berry vodka, ¼ cup fresh berries — can combine blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, strawberries and cherries — and a few sprigs of mint to the bottom of a glass and muddle. Add ice to the glass and op with club soda and 2 oz of White & Berry Smirnoff Smirnoff Ice. Stir to combine and garnish with mint and extra berries for a red, white and berry drink!

7. Strawberry + Rose Cosmo

Keep things light and low-cal this MDW with the Strawberry + Rose Cosmo, featuring Flow Water! Created by NYC mixologist, Shane McLaughlin, the recipe goes as follows: Combine 2 oz of your fave vodka, 1 oz of Grand Marnier, 1 oz of strawberry + rose Flow, and a splash of pure cranberry juice in a cocktail shaker. Add ice, cover, and shake until chilled (to the tune of Ariana Grande’s ‘Boyfriend,’ if you will.) Strain into a chilled cocktail glass and garnish with a strawberry.

8. Summer Lemonade

Bring all the summer vibes to your cocktail making this MDW with the Summer Lemonade! Combine 2 oz Belvedere Vodka, 3/4 oz. of lemon juice, 3/4 oz. of simple syrup, and 5 Raspberries in a shaker and strain over fresh ice. Top with Ginger Beer to taste and garnish with mint and raspberry for a fruity summer cocktail that’s perfect for entertaining!

9. Rickey Reynolds

Tip your hat to Ryan Reynolds and his Aviation Gin this MDW with the Rickey Reynolds cocktail! We’re keeping things simple with this recipe by pouring 1.5 oz Aviation Gin into Collins glass filled with ice and topping it with 3 oz of club soda and a lime wheel! Voila!

10. Butterfly Pea Flower Lemonade

It’s tea time (with some vodka on the side). Forget the finger sandwiches and reach for this Earl Grey upgrade. A soothingly refreshing and smooth blend of King St, Butterfly Pea Flower Tea, and Lemonade makes this Memorial Day Cocktail one you will make throughout summer. Combine 1.5 oz of King St. Vodka, 1/2 oz of Rosemary Simple Syrup, 1/2 Cup Lemonade and 1/4 Cup Butterfly Pea Flower Tea. Stir to combine and garnish with a lemon wheel for a refreshingly floral cocktail moment.

11. Only in NY

New York is back, baby! After a whirlwind year, we can toast to that. Celebrate this MDW with the Only In NY cocktail by Hudson Whiskey! To make, combine 1 ½ parts Hudson Bright Lights, Big Bourbon, 1 part fresh pineapple juice, ½ part Dry Vermouth, ½ part simple syrup and ½  part freshly squeezed lime juice with ice & shake vigorously. Pour the mixture into a chilled coupe cocktail glass and garnish with grated nutmeg for a dark and delicious cocktail.

12. Aquadisiac

The only blues we’re having this MDW is the blue sky and this blue drink! Grab your blender and combine 1.5 oz of PATRÓN Silver, 1 oz blue curacao, .75 oz lime juice, 3 oz of Tropical Red Bull and 2 cups of ice. Blend until smooth and that perfect blue hue before pouring the tropical concoction into a glass of your choice. Garnish with a pineapple wedge and transport yourself to paradise.


Cocktail recipes


Memorial Day Weekend

Kelly Clarkson’s Kids: Everything To Know About The ‘American Idol’ Stars’ Little Ones

Kelly Clarkson’s Kids: Everything To Know About The ‘American Idol’ Stars’ Little Ones

AP


Julia Teti
News Writer

Here’s everything to know about Kelly Clarkson’s children with her former husband Brandon Blackstock, and how she became the stepmother to her ex-husband’s youngsters.

Kelly Clarkson has managed to maintain an incredibly successful, lucrative, and critically acclaimed career long after being crowned the very first American Idol in 2002. Since then, Kelly has become a two-time Grammy Award-winning artist, talk show host, and released eight studio albums. While building an incredible career, Kelly has also been able to balance her changing personal life.

In 2013, she married talent manager Brandon Blackstock and the couple welcomed two children not long after their nuptials. Kelly also became the stepmother to Brandon’s children from a previous marriage. But in 2020, the life that Kelly had built was upended when she decided to file for divorce from her husband. Now that the couple is officially ending their union after roughly seven years together, let’s take a look at the youngsters in Kelly’s life.

Who Are Kelly Clarkson’s Children?

Seth Blackstock, Savannah Blackstock, Remington Blackstock, Kelly Clarkson, River Blackstock and Brandon Blackstock at the world premiere of ‘Ugly Dolls’ in Los Angeles on April 27, 2019 [AP].Kelly Clarkson shares two children with Brandon and is the stepmother to his son and daughter from a previous marriage. Kelly’s children are stepdaughter Savannah Blackstock, 18, stepson Seth Blackstock, 14, Kelly’s daughter with BrandonRiver Rose Blackstock, 6, and son with Brandon, Remington Alexander Blackstock, 4. Throughout their marriage, Kelly and Brandon made the effort to show fans their family was incredibly united.

They would often appear at a number of events together, especially film premieres for movies targeted to children in their own kids’ age range. The family has also met major milestones, and Kelly, who practically stepped into her maternal role when she married Brandon, has welcomed her own children and demonstrated her concern for protecting her children’s privacy, while gushing about them as often as she can.

Kelly has been reticent, however, to divulge certain details of her children’s lives with the media. In fact, she’s tried to give both of her two youngsters and her stepchildren as normal of an upbringing as possible. “I want to make sure they come first,” Kelly said in an August 2019 interview with People. “When we were doing the schedule for [The Kelly Clarkson Show], I was like, ‘I have to drop my kids off at school.’ And I’m always the one who puts them to bed. You just have to prioritize and juggle and make people know it’s an important thing…And don’t feel guilty about it.”

Kelly also previously told Good Housekeeping that she wants her youngsters to have “a servant’s heart. We do community service as a family, and I also call them out on things like getting impatient when they stand in line — because they hardly ever have to. But that’s just the reality of what they were born into.”

Kelly Clarkson’s Road To Motherhood

Kelly Clarkson performs remotely during the “American Idol” farewell season finale at the Dolby Theatre on Thursday, April 7, 2016, in Los Angeles [AP].Kelly’s journey to becoming a mother began in the early 2010s. Clarkson and Blackstock tied the knot in 2013, making Kelly a maternal figure to Brandon’s son and daughter, both of whom he shares with ex-wife Melissa White (née Ashworth). At the time of the couple’s marriage, Seth would have been roughly seven years old, while Savannah was just a few years away from becoming a teenager. Over the course of her marriage to Brandon, Kelly showed that she has a very special relationship with her stepchildren and values her relationship with them. But it wasn’t long after she and Brandon exchanged their vows that Kelly’s journey to welcoming her two youngsters with Brandon began.

But before becoming a mom, even Kelly admitted that she was not in a good place. “I was in a very dark place for a long time. It’s just so hard to have normalcy,” Kelly told Good Housekeeping in 2016. But upon becoming a mother, Kelly felt like she had completely “lucked out” when it came to her personal life. “I’m so happy. The fact that I’ve managed to find a husband who understands and respects everything I do is astonishing. The fact that I have these four beautiful kids…I just lucked out. I’m waiting for the floor to drop out from under me.

Kelly and Brandon welcomed their first child, daughter River Rose, sometime in 2014. Roughly two years later, their son Remington Alexander was born and their family was complete. The addition of her son and daughter also spurred a new passion in Kelly — writing children’s books! In October 2016, Kelly made her authorial debut with the book River Rose & The Magical Lullaby. The book was not only named for her precious daughter, it also featured Kelly’s love of singing. Roughly one year later, the follow-up to Kelly’s debut was released — River Rose & The Magical Christmas.

Does Kelly Have Full Custody Of Her Children?

Brandon Blackstock and Kelly Clarkson arrive at the 60th Annual GRAMMY Awards red carpet at Madison Square Garden in New York City, NY on January 28, 2018 [AP].Although Kelly’s family life appeared, from the outside, to be so incredibly happy, there were issues going on of which her fans were completely unaware. In June 2020, Clarkson filed for divorce. It was incredibly shocking for her fans, considering that nothing had seemingly changed, although Kelly did sell her Los Angeles home in May. As the months went on, more details about Kelly’s divorce emerged, including whether or not she would retain primary custody of her children.

It November, details came to light that the divorce proceedings were getting more difficult. Kelly initially would retain primary custody of her and Brandon’s children, so that they could continue to live with their mom in Los Angeles, go to school, and be with their friends. Brandon, however, filed to receive $436,000 in spousal and child support — roughly $301,000 in spousal support with nearly $135,000 in child support. Although Kelly does have primary custody of her children, HollywoodLife verified that the singer would pay up to $135,000 in child support.

“California has one of the highest guideline supports in all 50 states, it’s based off income,” Los Angeles family lawyer Kelly Chang Rickert shared with HL. “So yes, depending on Kelly’s salary (which should be in the millions), his request sounds about right. You can still get child support if you don’t have majority of the kids, if the other sides income is far, far greater.”

While all signs point to Kelly maintaining Los Angeles residence to continue work, music videos, engagements and more, it appears that Brandon has other plans. Kelly’s ex made plans to live in Montana, and likely believed that the couple’s two children would be able to travel back and forth in order to spend time with both parents. However, this did not come to fruition. “The court finds that the minor children are not now and have not been residents of Montana and that California is their home state,” a judge ruled in paperwork obtained by HL. As such, River and Remington will continue to live in Los Angeles and will see their father on the first, third, and fifth weekends of each month.

How Kelly & Her Kids Are Doing Today

Remington Alexander Blackstock, Kelly Clarkson, River Rose Blackstock and Brandon Blackstock arrive at the World Premiere Of STX Films’ ‘UglyDolls’ held at Regal Cinemas L.A. Live on April 27, 2019 in Los Angeles [AP].As Kelly’s divorce proceedings continue, the talk show host has used her platform to open up about how she is coping with this difficult transition in her life. “It’s horrible,” Kelly confessed on the December 1 episode of The Kelly Clarkson Show. “There are so many hard parts. The hardest for me is the kids.” But Kelly knows that she is doing the right thing for herself, Brandon, and her children. “This isn’t happiness, and we both deserve better. That line so hit home for me: I don’t want this for everyone in this scenario right now,” she said.

Prior to the aforementioned December episode of her talk show, Kelly also opened up to Extra about how her children are coping with the divorce, and how therapy has helped them find peace during this difficult time in their young lives. “It’s just one day when you’re like, ‘Wow, this has forever changed and it’s not just my heart has changed, there’s other little hearts, too,’” she shared.

“I have a great family and friends that are there for me,” she continued. “It’s a very hard thing to navigate, to be able to be honest and share your story, so maybe you can help someone else, but at the same time protecting these little kids you adore.”

The most important aspect of her divorce is to ensure that her children are treated with total love and care, as well as embracing the complicated emotions they are experiencing. “We have a lot of help as far as therapists or child psychologists because we want to do it right,” she said. “I definitely want to do it right,” she added. “Everyone’s sad and it’s okay to be sad.”


Kelly Clarkson

A$AP Ferg – Wam Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
And I got all the flavor bitches say I’m delicious
I’ma have all you motherfuckers laying in ditches
I’ma kill all you rappers, I’ma aim with precision (Yeah)
They was rocking with your ass ’til they made a decision (That’s right)
All my friends making amends ’cause they know of my vision (Ooh)
A lot of entertainers crash, out the seat of collision
That stint to make the money, I was great at division
I’m finna take all your food and I’ma eat up the dishes (Ayy)

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Everything up off the table, I’m starving (Huh, yeah)
See a nigga ball, Steve Harvey (Huh, right)
Going off the dome, no sharpie (Huh, yeah)
Working out looking like a Barbie (That’s right, Ken)
Better not redbone like Cardi (Huh)
Your watch her get smoked, Bob Marley (Huh, yeah)
This ain’t no game, no Atari (Huh, ooh ooh)
Lead, move a bed like it up from Darby (Huh)

[Refrain: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
1, 2, 3, she a pro with the neck (Wet)
1, 2, 3, 4, hoppin’ on a jet (Yeet)
Touchdown, NY, John on the way (Ooh)
Brown skin, light skin, she woke up today (Skrrt, that’s right)
Since I fly a lot (Ooh), Ferg tell Jacob that I need a watch (Bling-blaow)
You know the ones with the color, ice drops (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, money taking bets
Check, mama Cheerio, I’m hella fresh (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
And I got all the flavor bitches say I’m delicious (Yeah)
I’ma have all you motherfuckers laying in ditches (Right)
I’ma kill all you rappers, I’ma aim with precision
They was rocking with your ass ’til they made a decision (That’s right)
All my friends making amends ’cause they know of my vision (Ooh)
A lot of entertainers crash, out the seat of collision
That stint to make the money (Yeah), I was great at division
I’m finna take all your food and I’ma eat up the dishes (Ooh, ooh, grr)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Just got the keys to the mansion (Huh, yeah)
Diamonds like Chris Brown dancin’ (Huh)
Went to rob my bitch, catch a tantrum (Huh, right)
Had to cut the golf car’s landing (Huh, that’s right)
At Jay house on New Year (Woo, huh)
Yammy ass got the whole crew here (Huh, yeah)
Long live making gator shoes here (Huh, ooh ooh)
I swear this shit, feeling like a zoo here (Huh)

[Refrain: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
1, 2, 3, she a pro with the neck (Wam)
1, 2, 3, 4, hoppin’ on a jet (Yeet)
Touchdown, NY, jawn on the way (Ooh)
Brown skin, light skin, she woke up today (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, that’s right)
Since I fly a lot (Ooh), Ferg tell Jacob that I need a watch (That’s right)
You know the ones with the color, ice drops (Skrrt, skrrt, woo)
Yeah, money taking bets
Check, mama Cheerio, I’m hella fresh (Yeet)

[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
Made a decision
Made a decision

The Game – All i need -Ft Wc (alternate) Lyrics

Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need.Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need

New jersey Devil-

Hit the switch sun roof top no diamond in the back, Jacob on my wrist so the diamonds in my lap. 4 times platinum hit the weedspot im strapped cuz i ain’t going out , fucked up sack or blueberry wrap no, me and my bitch till its my time to go . Triger-finger the same one to fire up the dro. You know im fast smoke by myself, won’t pass to ask to hit it it won’t last. And i won’t crash one hand on the roach one hand on the wheel time for another bag

Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need.Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need

Skip-skip nother my clip nigga- click click now who talking shit nigga?three wheeling through the crime while i stare through. chewing policies Bandana in my Rearview . got my guns got my chucks flipped up another way to get my nuts licked up. starter cap turned back . A old school nigga with no cheese n craft one false move my young g’s will cap.with south central to compton fasho we fly like 36 ounces nigga

Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need.Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need

Hit the block all the homies on the dice game, both leagues in the dirt fucking up my ice creams and my ice chain got a nice gleam. Shawty with a brown purple bag on my night train. industry one hand on my heat , never bring sand to the beach Rubberband on my jeans im the man for the beat. 40 cal to your grill , keep blaming your beats. put a hundred grand where you sleep. And before you black out see the man with the sheets. i get you wrapped in Chronic covered ha sheets

Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need.Smoke what i wanna smoke riding on hundred spokes- Drink what i wanna drink hypnotic and Hennessy. say what i wanna say NY to LA. One hit of the chronic is all i need

Dub sizzlle- Black wallstreet – One hit is all i need –

Jay Jones – Go Crazy (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy

TeeCee4800 – Crippin (feat. Vince Staples & D. Loc)

[Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
Told ’em how we get it
How we crippin’, niggas ain’t with it
NY hat, nigga that’s my fitted
Where you at? nigga be ‘pecific
I pull up quick, that’s how I’m crippin’
Two hundred racks all in my vision
But I’ll take more ’cause ain’t no limit
Ran through hoes, you can call me Emmitt
TeeCee the loc ’bout his business
None of our money ’cause I ain’t in it
Bitch been broke for way too long
Now look how a nigga living
D. Loc been gone way too long
Now look how a nigga living
All we need is TC home
Man that’d be crippin’

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Everything I do, I do it twice
New Mercedes for the player price
Bitches talkin’ ’bout they want some ease
Call the lords if you need a vice
Niggas call the phone to put me on
Would if they was talkin’ ’bout the set
Would if they was talkin’ ’bout a check
Group of gangsters gets you no respect
Swear I’m never seen up in the streets
Like that’s where the fuck I’m supposed to be
Did this shit, I live this shit, believe
Old shit so now I’m overseas
Loc killed him, caught him with his niece
Army shells crazy in the Beach
I’m the one that told ’em ’bout the Norf
You the one that don’t nobody know

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

[Verse 3: D. Loc]
Tell ’em how you crippin’
With a four-fifth, nigga poppin’ that clip in
If a nigga want trip, he can smoke the fishes
Little old bitch, that’s how I’m living
Spit ’til the nigga get hit
Wig get split, tryna hit that fence
Then I slide off in that whip
Man they still don’t know who did it
Don’t believe I never gave a fuck
Liquor with the snickers, throwing up
Can’t you see my niggas goin’ up?
MTM, my niggas goin’ nuts
Lil homies, homegirls or the homies, yeah we gon’ ride
This the type of shit gone see all day in the mob

[Hook: TeeCee4800]
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Snitchin’ on your crippin’
Why you playin’ with this crippin’?
Any little thing then we trippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’
Tell ’em how we crippin’

ASAP Mob – Crazy Brazy (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
I don’t want no conversation
I don’t need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don’t play me on the station
Press ’em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I’m rocky like a caveman
We rock I’m a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That’s how you get not far
All my cus, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy
Don’t talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don’t care
I’m with Flacko, you on flakka
You got guns but won’t pop ’em
I send niggas to the doctor
I don’t care
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hand side
Anti everything since Yams died
In dodge van by NY
No who, what, where, why, when
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin in some Nike Airs
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin’ back by the pool, baby
Bumpin’ that shit too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bickin back I got mad homies
Joey Fatts might blast for me
Tote the tecs I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy

The Americanos – In My Foreign (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Yachty, Nicky Jam & French Montana)

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Fo’ sho’ she wanna ride, fo’ sho’ she wanna slide
Fo’ sho’ we gettin’ sauced, fo’ sho’ we gettin’ high
Pull up swaggin’, hop out the wagon
Suckers gonna hate but the ladies wanna brag
What you say? What you say? What you say?
Whole team faded like Jordan with the J
Cradle to the grave, NY to the Bay
Millions in the bank and the hunnids in the safe
Ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low, climb out the V baby
Haan, ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low climb out the V baby

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go

Girl it feels like Saturday, everyday
I’m smoking loud and feeling so high
I’m rolling good through my hood
Getting lit like the 4th of July
(I got that exotic that you probably can’t afford
We be going up like them burger fly gold
We ain’t got no problems ’cause we counting all this cash
Got a lot of head with her metro on the dash)

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

You should bring your homie, I’ll bring one too
I know you like the spotlight, so let me introduce you
Just me and you parked up at the top looking at the view
So many things that we could do, drive with me and never lose
Do you wanna ride in my foreign, get your red-bottom heels, no Jordans
I know your ex-boyfriend was hella boring
Now we skirting 130, no snoring

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Jessi‚ Microdot‚ Dumbfoundead & Lyricks – K.B.B (가위바위보)

[Intro: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보

[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]

Microdot, half the YOX
And one bad man, I’m a 나쁜 남자
I should go first, 내가 먼저 해야지
덤파형은 바쁘니깐
I wear my beanies like Gil from Leessang
피쳐 할 때는 진짜 비싸
But these my bros from west to east side
If you ain’t my bro then fuck the peace sign
Like 가위바위보
Your bitch got my wifi code
Im rich bitch my life dope, yeah
Lit like a night light, 잘자
Nothin’ like a nightlife, quite like Seoul
All of my bitches they stay out in Sinsa
I switch up the girls 들을 이차
Drop ’em all off in a 빈 차애
90 degrees when they 인사
Kick it with nothing but real heads
Cause I ain’t got time for no bullshit
Bottom of shoes lookin’ real red
Like 아저씨 drinkin’ at 술집
I got a visa from here to Ibiza
We puttin’ in work, work, work
Rock paper scissors, I guess I’m the winner
So let me go first, 가위바위보

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Verse 2: Lyricks]
I took a red eye
And landed, showered
Then met up with Micro, Dummy, got 배달
And jumped in the rover, then sped up to Cheonho
Jessi came through the studio
And turned it into mother fuckin’ 1OAK
Yall know, my Wells Fargo lookin’
Like a 한국 전화번호 (digits)
Bad rap, we the illest independent homie, that’s that
Master of ceremony, bring the cash back
Pound a 40 like a hashtag
Step to us get ur ascap’d
Big numbers when I do that show
I-95 how I move that dope
I got drive, NY to Seoul
It’s the YOX for the few that know
Yeah, Rollin’ with the YOX
We the best it gets lonely on the top
No stress cuz’ I’m homies with the dot
No rest, 넌 벌써 졸리냐
Weak boy
Lemme set it straight, lemme educate
Lemme give a taste, let me embed it inside of your mind
So every time you hear me sayin’ that I’m one of the greats
I’m not sayin’ it to finish a rhyme motherfucker

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Verse 3: Microdot]
누가 먼저 가위바위보
From buses to drivin’ that Rove
Mom now drippin’ and cookin’ in gold
Makin’ that music and bakin’ that soul
Cake, cake, cake, so much cake
We could run a baking sale
AK, AK
That’s that Auckland city lifestyle
That’s game boy, that major league
Self-made, no lottery
40,000 feet up in the air (up in the air)
No economy
Going coast to coast, to shows to shows
Don’t mean to brag and boast my nose
My success came with no strings
Attached, I’m my own boss
Talkin’ bout bars, no snickers
And no not the one under my zippers
I cut and paste, and rearrange man
I go dumb dumb with my lyrics
Bitches be bitchin and jealousy be hittin’
Them kittens like the Kardashians
내가 뭘 하고 어딜 가던
얼마 벌고 어디애다 쓰건
Don’t worry bout me, I’m makin’ a livin’
Nothin’ came free, nada was given
Young fat boy straight outta New Zealand
Feelin’ good vibes, Dumb, Rick and Million
About to play a game, rock paper scissors
Three dope boys, yes we the trillest
No new friends, this is family business
Oh, and my sister, Jessi

[Hook: Jessi]
누가 먼저 가위바위보, 누가 먼저 가위바위보 [x4]

[Outro: Jessi]
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위
가위바위보, 가위바위보, 가위바위, I said

Meechy Darko – Gotta

[Hook]
Got a bitch from the NO, never tell me N-O
Fuck her in the Hilton made some paper incidental
Got a chick from the Chi, never act shy
She love me ’cause I’m from BK, NY
Got this chick in the Bay, never do she play
She suck and fuck a nigga, out in broad day
Got this one in Arizona, smoke that California
Told her baby stay in school, need them degrees and diplomas

[Verse 1]
Got this one chick out in Houston, specialize in boostin’
I don’t trust the bitch, fucking with her is a nuisance
Got this bitch out in the BX, she don’t take no BS
We fight fuck, fight fuck, get high then repeat it
Got this one bitch in Australia, trust me dog I’m telling y’all
You should see the tail on her, ha
Got this one chick in London, man this bitch is somethin’
She sucked me on the toilet, I think they call it "blumpkin"
Got this one in Iowa City that sucking, bite her own titties
Sadomasochist, six, tie her up before I hit it
Got this chick out in Philly, she don’t smoke no phillies
But she root for the Phillies and she always bump Meek Milly
Got this chick in Denver, Colorado, told her "hop in it, pronto"
Roll up the fronto then kill pussy in Ford Bronco
I just remembered Carmen out in San Diego
It’s so ironic ’cause her last name was Santiago

[Sample]
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
[?]
I’ll suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa

[Bridge]
Got this one beautiful one in MIA, yeah
Swear shorty don’t play, yeah
Keep twerking baby
Gon’ work your way to King of Diamonds one day

[Verse 2]
I got a few out in Memphis that know a little ’bout pimpin’
Man I love bitches that love bitches
Baltimore visit to me, Keisha and Cindy
Got ’em kissing each other, the strangest thing ’cause they sisters
Crazy one in Spanish Harlem, Bodega Bamz said she a problem
Type to stick ’em up and rob ’em but her head is awesome
I’m with a light skin from Dykeman with her Washington Heights friends
Hit it one time, never strike twice like lightning
Got one out in the DMV, her figure mean
She blew my pipe a year ago, this bitch is still a fiend
Got a couple out in Queens, tryna be my queens
But it’s straight to Brooklyn, I am Prince Hakeem

[Hook]
Got a bitch from the NO, never tell me N-O
Fuck her in the Hilton made some paper incidental
Got a chick from the Chi, never act shy
She love me ’cause I’m from BK, NY
Got this chick in the bay, never do she play
She suck and fuck a nigga, out in broad day
Got this one in Arizona, smoke that California
Told her baby stay in school, need them degrees and diplomas

[Sample]
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
[?]
I’ll suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa

Meek Mill – Outro lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil’ Snupe]
Chasing after green guys
When from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized
Momma ain’t stressin’ she know that its all good
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin’ hard in my section
Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga playin’ we comin’ in your direction
Let you know that we ain’t flexing
You quickly gon’ get ejected
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
Want to kill ’em but that shit my really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
You ever seen death around the corner
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ok I’ve been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin’ hard and never had shit
Remember me with them nappy braids? When I was down on my last shit?
Back when niggas wasn’t mad then
Took advantage I asked them
For a shot at this, start laughing
It took a year or two and I passed them
Y’all niggas all look like haters
You ain’t even put your dawg on paper
Word around that you tricking on bitches
Catch you with your chain on I’mma take it
Now everybody catching these vapors
Now everybody want and need favors
Southside, NY or Jamaica
Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it
With 100 niggas behind me
North side Philly where you find me
Riding around with a 30 in my lap in a big ass phantom
I’m with the Bently like a Johnny
Watching out with the toolie at a robbery
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
Hit ’em in the head with the stick nigga eject
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems
Why you think I really went about bought more choppers
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers
Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster
Show me some evidence
Never was better than nor was you relevant
I’m too competitive walk in the club get my 357 in
My level went excellent
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
You told ’em we selling it
A mouse in the building that act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the devil in
Come to my city they treat me like president
Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling
I had that Lala and Melo was selling them niggas for JR Smith
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
My down fall what they all wish
Had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up my nigga
[Break: Meek Mill]
*Laughter*

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck ’em!)
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You see me coming around your corner lookin’ like I got a check
Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet
Ballin’ every time I take a shot I hit the net
And everyday niggas want the money for respect
I ain’t trippin’ I got money, clothes, car, hoes
Shoppin’ ’til the mall close
Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos
I don’t fuck with niggas cause they all told
Worry ’bout another nigga money like they all hoes
I’m just with my niggas spining hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my banshee I’m like twelve o’ clock
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide

[Verse 4: Papi]
What’s your grandma name
What’s your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name
What’s your grandma name
What’s my grandma name

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing

Meek Mill – Froze (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj) letras

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got that bag and we movin’ that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa, got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

[Bridge 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules

[Bridge 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Meek Mill – Outro

[Verse 1: Lil’ Snupe]
Chasing after green gods
When from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized
Momma ain’t stressin’ she know that its all good
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin’ hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga playin’ we comin’ in your direction
Let you know that we ain’t flexing
You quickly gon’ get ejected
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
Want to kill ’em but that shit my really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind got to get the stash
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
You ever seen death around the corner
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ok I’ve been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin’ hard and never had shit
Remember me with them nappy braids? When I was down on my last shit?
Back when niggas wasn’t mad then
Took advantage I asked them
For a shot at this, start laughing
It took a year or two and I passed them
Y’all niggas all look like haters
You ain’t even put your dawg on paper
Word around that you tricking on bitches
Catch you with your chain on I’mma take it
Now everybody catching these vapors
Now everybody want and need favors
Southside ,NY or Jamaica
Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it
With 100 nigga behind me
North side Philly where you find me
Riding around with a 30 in my lap in a big ass phantom
I’m with the Bently like a Johnny
Watching out with the toolie at a robbery
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
Hit ’em in the head with the stick nigga eject
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems
Why you think I really went about bought more choppers
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers
Want to see me in a box I went and push boxed ’em
Show me some evidence
Never was better than nor was you relevant
I’m too competitive walk in the club get my 357 in
My level went excellent
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
You told ’em we selling it
A mouse in the building that act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the devil in
Come to my city they treat me like president
Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling
I had that Lala and Melo was selling them niggas for JR Smith
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
My down fall what they all wish
Had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up my nigga
[Break: Meek Mill]
*Laughter*

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You see me coming around your corner lookin’ like I got a check
Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet
Ballin’ every time I take a shot I hit the net
And everyday niggas want the money for respect
I ain’t trippin’ I got money, clothes, car, hoes
Shoppin’ ’til the mall close
Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos
I don’t fuck with niggas cause they all told
Worry ’bout another nigga money like they all hoes
I’m just with my niggas spining hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my banshee I’m like twelve o’ clock
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops

[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me

[Verse 4: Papi]
What’s your grandma name
What’s your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name
What’s your grandma name
What’s my grandma name

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing