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1st Chopped & Screwed mixtape, Knuckah Bluckah done.

Niggah was 15.

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11 Strip For You (R Kelly) [BLUCKAHRADIOH]

“Paris Love” is an intimate, soul-drenched dedication from Naww G to his girlfriend and new muse, Aïda-Louise, who lives in Paris. Over a warm, late-90s Jake One instrumental, Naww G delivers verses that blend heartfelt devotion, vulnerability, and poetic imagery—channeling the golden-era hip-hop storytelling tradition through a modern, cross-continental romance.
The record opens conversationally—“Salut, como chuva”—like a love letter whispered through headphones, before easing into a hypnotic loop laced with dusty drums and soulful keys. Naww G paints vivid scenes of mowing lawns at a château in the South of France, keeping love warm through storms, and saving Euros in the safe—turning ordinary gestures into metaphors for loyalty, peace, and endurance.
Each verse deepens the connection. He speaks candidly about his muse’s struggles in Paris—rising rent, a broken elevator, supporting her family—and positions himself as her calm in the chaos: “I’m that peace in your chest when the world gets cold.” Through subtle bilingual lines like “Parlez avec mon cœur” and reflections on their four-month, two-language love, the song becomes both a confession and a promise: to bridge worlds, build a family, and weather every storm together.
By the final hook, “Paris Love” transforms into a cinematic vow—equal parts street poet and hopeless romantic. Naww G’s tone hovers between J. Cole’s introspective calm and early-2000s soul rap warmth, making the record a timeless entry in his catalog—a heartfelt letter wrapped in vinyl crackle, sealed with the line:
“You could be my wife, mistress, and my Paris love.”

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Fiesta (Album Version (Street))

Everybody knows T.P. is the best
Not talking toilet paper but we're making a mess
Put us in the oven 420 to bake
Making girls go wild and cause an assquake

And now to elaborate on what my pal said
We spit mad fire and they call me Big Red
We're gonna take you out and show you the town
We're ThunderPunch! bitches and we don't fuck around

My name is Desperado but I ain't here to stay
I gotta roll out bitch, I got pussy to slay
I was the guy who put his finger in your tummy
I'm quite parched, yo, Cumbies?

Yo, ThunderPunch! has arrived
Best band in existence since before you were alive
We're the four kings and you know we're on a quest
But out of all four, yo, you know I am the best

Hey, I might be the smallest, but my rap skills are flawless
Yeah, but I made these beats so let's be cautious
Admit it Belly Button is the best song we got
Yeah but Fire Emoji, that shit was hot
Can't we stop fighting, stop acting like snobs?
Woah, wait, fuck you Rob
Quick cut to us smacking the chill zone out of your hand
Keep this shit up and you're out of the band
Jake, hold up, you're kind of a bitch too
You're looking like a freak with that orange hairdo
Yo, at least I'm not the one who's always wearing High Socks
And Nando, you lazy ass, it's not all about Xbox
Look at Josh over there dancing like a fairy
He can't grow a beard but his legs are sure hairy
Well don't you think that you're hot shot
Oh shit, look out, it's Stacy and the Brobots

What's up bitches?
We're here to fuck your face
Firewall breached
Cause we're setting the pace
We heard you guys were rapping but it sounded more like fapping
And when you're through with you all you're gonna hear is clapping
Cause we're Stacy and the Brobots so CTRL-X that sass
Get ready for some rhymes that we produced mad fast
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Bitches, what the fuck are you saying?
You're talking so much shit that I know that you're playing
Sitting in the corner with your hand around your boner
Though you call yourself performers, look at all of these conformers
You can call me a reformer, sit back, while I inform her
Because you know they say, I'm what the doctor ordered

Woah, wait, hold on, who the fuck's this guy?
I'm the Real R-Kelly, come listen to my rhymes
Bitch

Fiesta (Album Version (Street))

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