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  • Tinashe – No Drama (Studio Session) (Live)

    [Refrain: Tinashe & (Offset)]
    I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (skrr, skrr)
    All black truck, hangin’ out the roof (brr, brr)
    Mobbin’ through the hills pulled up with my crew (who)
    I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (nah)

    [Verse 1: Tinashe & (Offset)]
    Said I’m fallin’ off, but they won’t JFK me
    Tried to be myself, but they won’t AKA me (me)
    AKA a popstar AKA a problem (bow, bow)
    AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em (hey)
    We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana (drip, drip)
    Bad as I wanna, only chasin’ commas (woo, woo)
    I need me a side thing, hold the drama (side)
    I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up (bow, bow)

    [Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a
    We pulled up in that ooh la la (sk-skrr)
    And backed out in that oh my god (woo, woo, woo)
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a (no, hey)
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a
    We pulled up in that ooh la la
    And backed out in that oh my god (hey)
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a (don’t want no drama-ma)

    [Refrain: Tinashe & (Offset)]
    I can’t cop the coupe, don’t do shit for two (skrr, skrr)
    All black truck, hangin’ out the roof (yeah, yeah)
    Mobbin’ through the hills pulled up with my crew (crew)
    I can’t cop the coupe don’t do shit for two (nah)

    [Verse 2: Tinashe & (Offset)]
    I got way too many people all my niggas equal (hey)
    If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels (movie)
    I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single (smash)
    Yellin’ you can’t sit with us, throwin’ up middle fingers

    [Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama)
    We pulled up in that ooh la la (ooh la la)
    And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God)
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
    We pulled up in that ooh la la
    And backed out in that oh my God
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a

    [Verse 3: Offset]
    Offset!
    Double R Phantoms (phantom)
    She like the way I’m drippin’ organic (true, true)
    Yacht on my wrist, the Titanic (yeah, raahh)
    Come ride on this shit like a banshee (raahh)
    Get high on the perky and xanny (high)
    From Dubai on a jet to Miami (Dubai)
    When the chopper start kickin’ is damage (brr, brr)
    Got Patek on her wrist, in her panties (Patek, hey)
    Yeah, ain’t no drama (yeah)
    In the back of Maybach on comfort (Maybach)
    Yeah, iced out summers (woo)
    Invite your main bitch to a slumber (smash)
    My money long, out there yonder (long)
    Fat ass with a flat stomach (flat)
    Baguette glass cost the whole hundred
    The coupe fast, goin’ two hundred (skrr)

    [Chorus: Tinashe & (Offset)]
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama)
    We pulled up in that ooh la la (ooh la la)
    And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God)
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a (I don’t want no drama, no)
    We pulled up in that ooh la la
    And backed out in that oh my god (oh my God, oh my God)
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a

    [Outro: Tinashe]
    Don’t want no
    Don’t want no drama-ma-a
    Yeah, no, no, no
    Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no


  • Rich The Kid – Drinkin’ Medicine Lyrics

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    I’m drinkin’ medicine, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
    I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
    I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

    [Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
    She said, “what’s up with them cups?”
    I say, “bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine”
    I don’t want no Goose, just bring some Sprite
    I’m drinkin’ medicine
    I’m sicker than a bitch, so I gotta drink my medicine
    Two white cups, Styrofoam is what I put it in
    I’m leanin’ like a broken chair, movin’ like a turtle
    Everything is movin’ slow, but shit, it’s how that’s ‘sposed to go
    I’m stingy with my shit, you can’t have none of my medicine
    This that Actavis, man, I know ain’t nothin’ better than
    That dirty Sprite, double cup, you leanin’ too, then pour me up
    I love my Sprite, it slow me up, think I should stop, don’t give a fuck

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
    I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
    I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

    [Verse 2: Cap-1]
    I’m on it
    Yeah, I’m on it
    I’m on that motherfuckin’ medicine, AKA the Actavis
    I guess that’s why I act like this, got money in my mattresses
    Don’t pass me no vodka or no brown, I’m off that medicine
    Sippin’ on some sizzurp, I’m the pour up veteran
    Got two cups and my two liter, that dirty Sprite, I’m sippin’ on it
    My niggas like it, my bitch want it, I pass it out, and we sippin’ on it
    Pourin’ up on that G shit, your drink cut, that’s remix
    Doctor, give me that medicine, we poppin’ seals, who better than
    Drop 550 for the BT, hit you over the head fifty dollar zipper
    You could come and get this red shit ’cause we drinkin’ purple, so don’t even trip
    Hit the club, post in the vip, pack of rillos, roll up a [?]
    [?] chick, and she comin’ with me
    Duffle bag, we run the city, I’m gone

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Double cup love, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    I’m drinkin’ medicine (lean), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
    I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
    I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine

    [Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
    Poppin’ seals on the pint
    Got my whole crew sippin’ on the way to the top
    My whole comin’ with me, sittin’ high on them sixes
    On a straight money mission, niggas know how we get it
    No slippin’ in the trenches, get ya money, young nigga
    Coupe look like a spaceship, we’ll sit and sip like a chemo patient
    Tryna fuck bitches, but I ain’t the type to do no chasin’
    And the work’s all there, we don’t do no fakin’, no
    Round of applause like I’m playin’ b-ball
    All doped up like I’m fresh out the ER
    Southside dope boys we are
    And we gettin’ higher than a fiend dippin’ blunts in the lean, shit

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Pour a four up, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
    I’m drinkin’ medicine (dirty Sprite), bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine
    Sprite in the club, I’m drinkin’ medicine (medicine)
    I’m drinkin’ medicine, bitch, I’m drinkin’ medicine


  • DBangz – SASUKE TOOK MY BITCH Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Hello
    It’s DBangz
    AKA, Lil Cumstain
    AKA, BootyEatingBandit
    AKA, uh, fuck your grandma ’til she piss on herself cause she has like these urinal problems…
    [Verse]
    Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
    Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
    Bitch, took my bitch and made her get up in the minivan
    I knew that he could do it, I’m just seeing if he really can
    Run up on a nigga, you a motherfuckin silly man
    Bitch, I got more children than the police in the city, man
    Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
    Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
    Bitch, took my bitch and made her get up in the minivan
    I knew that he could do it, I’m just seeing if he really can
    Run up on a nigga, you a motherfuckin silly man
    Bitch, I got more children than the police in the city, man
    Nigga took my bitch, with the shits, flip a brick
    Now she beggin for the dick
    Imma get it quick, bitch I’m slick
    Make a fat bitch run, that’s a click
    DJ Khaled, with the keys
    She said please, always hungry, I ain’t even smoking weed
    Thick bitches tease, on her knees, grab her weave
    [?] then I leave
    I be handling these niggas
    Smoking swishers
    Mr. Kipper, bitch pass me a dub
    Cut him with the scissors
    I don’t miss em
    I deliver
    And a nigga need some love
    I ain’t come from it
    I be thumbin
    Run up on me
    Nigga, we can fuckin run it
    Fuckin on your cousin
    I be stunting
    [??]
    Pull up
    Pick it up
    Pick it down
    Pick it up
    Put it down
    Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke took my bitch
    Man, god dam
    Yo, fuck these thots
    Keep a Glock on my pot
    Masturbated to the clock
    Keep it on my sock
    Drive a mop
    Want a yacht
    I ain’t talkingLil Boat
    Ya’ll ain’t got those
    Young send me those
    [??]
    Lot of ninety hoes
    Probably wetter than a water hose
    (Jeez oh my god, like mad radical type shit, he just spit on that beat)
    (Oh no, the transition of the beat is changing, we’re all gonna die, it sounds like we’re underwater!)


  • Tinashe – No Drama (feat. Offset)

    [Verse 1: Tinashe]
    I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
    All black truck hanging out the roof
    Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
    I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
    Said I’m falling off but they won’t JFK me
    Tried to be myself but they won’t AKA me
    AKA a popstar AKA a problem
    AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em
    We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana
    Bad as a wanna, only chasing gunnas
    I need me a side thing, hold the drama
    I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up

    [Chorus: Tinashe]
    Don’t want no drama-ma
    We pulled up in that ooh la la
    And backed out in that oh my god
    Don’t want no drama-ma
    Don’t want no drama-ma
    We pulled up in that ooh la la
    And backed out in that oh my god
    Don’t want no drama-ma (Don’t want no drama-ma)

    [Verse 2: Tinashe]
    I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
    All black truck hanging out the roof
    Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
    I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
    I got way too many people all my niggas equal
    If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels
    I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single
    Yelling you can’t sit with us, throwing up middle fingers

    [Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
    Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
    We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
    And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
    Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
    Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
    We pulled up in that ooh la la
    And backed out in that oh my god
    Don’t want no drama-ma

    [Verse 3: Offset]
    Offset, double R phantom
    She like the way I’m dripping organic
    Got on my wrist the titanic
    Car ride on this shit like a banger
    Get high on the perky and Xanax
    From the bottom of trip to Miami
    When the chopper start kicking is damaged
    Got patek on her wrist and her panties
    Ain’t no drama
    In the back of my maybach
    Yeah, iced out summers
    Invite your main bitch to a slumber
    My money don’t [?]
    Fat ass with a flat stomach
    We’ll get [?] cross the whole hundred
    The coupe fast doing two hundred

    [Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
    Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
    We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
    And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
    Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
    Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
    We pulled up in that ooh la la
    And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god, oh my god)
    Don’t want no drama-ma

    [Outro: Tinashe]
    Don’t want no
    Don’t want no drama-ma
    Yeah, no, no, no
    Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no


  • $ha Hef – Dope Dealer

    [Hook]
    You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
    You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
    You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
    You a broke nigga, you got no figures
    You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
    You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
    You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
    You a broke nigga, you got no figures

    [Verse 1]
    The sun rise where the sun set
    I chase the money while a son rest
    OTM, we the gun set
    Delinquent payments leave your son wet
    Leave a mess all over the drum set, want mines and nothin’ less
    Used to be the sixth man now they callin’ me the Brick man
    AKA bust a script, keep a hunnit clip in the stick man
    Hustle, I am the boss but I started off as a hitman
    Flossin’ all on my strip and it got you stripped to the wristband
    Get back when I click-clack, new shotty, no kickbacks
    Mishaps get them giftwrapped, body parts lookin’ mismatched
    Left his head where his dicks at, handgrenade where his bitch at
    Put the gun where his lips at, all for doin’ that chit-chat
    They say I’m vile, fuck it I take it
    Stack money long as the Nile and it’s all for my mommas smile
    [?]
    All in a leap year, let your man rob me for a cheap fare, we share
    Part of my stature, I treat your jaw like the Lord and it’s gettin’ fractured
    Cop it then whip it after
    This shit I’m sippin’ got me caught up in a rapture
    Even when I’m throwed it ain’t a throne I couldn’t capture

    [Hook]
    You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
    You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
    You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
    You a broke nigga, you got no figures
    You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
    You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
    You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
    You a broke nigga, ain’t got no figures

    [Verse 2]
    Before I was a standout niggas knew I was standup
    Heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up
    Jack boys came, we turned pussy then gave them grams up
    Police brought the pressure, they panickin’, get they plans up
    You ain’t my kin, I ate your bitch and chased it with a shot of gin
    She told you she got the gin
    I know that I’m prone to sin, I know that I’m prone to win
    I know that I’m prone to pull up and serve a nigga and spin
    The weed musty, the juice dirty, the blade rusty
    I’m unlucky, I triple crossed you, can’t trust me
    My [?], my trap jumpin’, the fiends dusty
    I owe Papi my work fire, I lean busty
    Any season keep the snow like I’m Jack Frost
    Five star telly, you’re posted up in a crack loft
    Pounds get lost in the postal, now that’s a pack loss
    Told the plug double the order and got the pack off
    I’m a real trapper you niggas just some pedestrians
    Polo all over my body like an equestrian
    Shorty got that wet hair, she wavy, feel like I’m jetskiing
    Slide up in that pussy then skate off I call it Gretzkyin’


  • Baby E – Bando (feat. Lil Wayne & Hoody Baby)

    (Yeah, uh-huh)
    (Yeah-eh)

    [Hook: Baby E.]
    I’ve been trappin out the bando
    Chillin’ with my grandma
    Grew up down in Florida
    Raised me in the N.O
    Say they raised me in the N.O, yeah

    [Verse: Baby E.]
    Shout out to my day-ones
    And the place I came from
    Living in the hills now
    Used to be a trailer
    Me and all my homies
    We done came a long way
    Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna
    Maybe he the prodigy
    AKA the greatest
    Fuck ’em if he hate
    I’m the peoples’ favorite
    Had to take the negative
    Turn into a positive
    Now I’m doing everything they probably thought I never could, yeah

    [Verse: Lil Wayne]
    Nothing’s ever easy (no)
    Was on the outside looking in with a squeejee (oh)
    Then I got the game from Juvie, Turk and B.G. (woah)
    I went from wearing C-Z’s to yelling "bling-bling!"
    Lord I remember when the birds was just "Tweety"
    Moses wearing BEBE, not BC-BG
    Lord I remember when these hoes wasn’t so freaky
    Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky
    But now they tweakin’ for a nigga, I’m a rockstar
    I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
    She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off
    And to the left, to the left, like a southpaw
    And I keep dozing on them, off the codeine
    She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don’t need
    The drophead cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
    It’s my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming (skrr)
    And my homies got more white than abercrombie
    So baby knock yourself out she started shadowboxing
    And my homies wear all black, act like they gothic
    And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk ’bout profits

    [Hook: Baby E.]
    I’ve been trappin out the bando
    Chillin’ with my grandma
    Grew up down in Florida
    Raised me in the N.O
    Say they raised me in the N.O, yeah

    [Verse: Hoody Baby]
    Bitch, I’m the man
    Bitches used to call me manage
    With that white girl, disappear, Vanish
    Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
    Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish
    I remember back when a nigga never had shit
    Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
    She ran off with the work, so it’s like I never had shit
    I can’t even lie, I could have killed that bitch
    Had to make a trap, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga
    Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
    Rockin’ shows, my nigga
    Rockin’ O’s, my nigga
    In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

    [Hook: Baby E.]
    Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)
    Chillin’ with my grandma
    Grew up down in Florida
    Raised me in the end though
    Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

    [Verse: Baby E.]
    Shout out to my day-ones
    And the place I came from
    Living in the hills now
    Used to be a trailer
    Me and all my homies
    We done came a long way
    Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna

    [Hook: Baby E.]
    Trappin out the bando
    Chillin’ with my grandma
    Grew up down in Florida
    Raised me in the end though
    Say they raised me in the end though, yeah


  • Baby E. – Bando Lyrics

    (Yeah, uh-huh)
    (Yeah-eh)

    [Hook: Baby E.]
    I’ve been trappin out the bando
    Chillin’ with my grandma
    Grew up down in Florida
    Raised me in the end though
    Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

    [Verse: Baby E.]
    Shout out to my day-ones
    And the place I came from
    Living in the hills now
    Used to be a trailer
    Me and all my homies
    We done came a long way
    Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna
    Maybe he the prodigy
    AKA the greatest
    Fuck ’em if he hate
    I’m the peoples’ favorite
    Had to take the negative
    Turn into a positive
    Now I’m doing everything they probably thought I never could, yeah

    [Verse: Lil Wayne]
    Nothing’s ever easy (no)
    Was on the outside looking in with a squeejee (oh)
    Then I got the game from, [?] BG (woah)
    I went from wearing C-Z’s to yellow bling-bling
    Lord I remember when the birds was just tweeting
    Moses wearing BB, not BC-BG
    Lord I remember when these hoes was not so freaky
    Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky
    But now they tweakin’ for a nigga, I’m a rockstar
    I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
    She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off
    And to the left, to the left, like the south pole
    And I keep dozing off, [?] the codeine
    She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don’t need
    The trap head cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
    It’s my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming (skrr)
    And my homies got more white than abercrombie
    So baby knock yourself out she started shadowboxing
    And my homies wear all black, act like they got that
    And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk ’bout profits

    [Hook: Baby E.]
    I’ve been trappin out the bando
    Chillin’ with my grandma
    Grew up down in Florida
    Raised me in the end though
    Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

    [Verse: Hoody Baby]
    Bitch, I’m the man
    Bitches used to call me manage
    With that white girl, this a pair, vanish
    Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
    Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish
    I remember back when a nigga never had shit
    Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
    She ran off with the work, so it’s like I never had shit
    I can’t even lie, I could have killed that bitch
    Had to make a trap, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga
    Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
    Rockin’ shows, my nigga
    Rockin’ O’s, my nigga
    In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

    [Hook: Baby E.]
    Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)
    Chillin’ with my grandma
    Grew up down in Florida
    Raised me in the end though
    Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

    [Verse: Baby E.]
    Shout out to my day-ones
    And the place I came from
    Living in the hills now
    Used to be a trailer
    Me and all my homies
    We done came a long way
    Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna

    [Hook: Baby E.]
    Trappin out the bando
    Chillin’ with my grandma
    Grew up down in Florida
    Raised me in the end though
    Say they raised me in the end though, yeah


  • YO GOTTI – Castro lyrics

    (Yeah) Castro
    Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
    Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
    Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
    Cuban cigar nigga
    Spanish chick, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    The double cross you up, eyeball
    Castro, Castro, Castro

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs (in the game)
    I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
    I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
    Hit your bitch in the Aloft
    Head cool, but the pussy wack
    Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
    Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Medellín, Pablo
    Money bags, Wells Fargo
    Call my driver, where the car go?
    100 thousand in my cargo
    I get dope by the cargo
    I got whips, no car note
    I got whips, no slave
    All my cribs got maids
    All my cribs like a maze
    Shit so big, they amazed
    Still thuggin’, they amazed
    Put me on a track with ‘Ye
    In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
    In the trenches with the Js
    Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
    They record everythin’ we say

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    Quavo, honcho
    My life like Pablo
    Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
    They’ll treat me like Fabio
    Off white like shell toes
    Stick to the money, velcro
    Standin’ on the top ropes
    Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
    Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
    I be standin’ in the field with the fire
    So many onions in the trap, make me cry
    My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
    Ridin’ round with extendo
    Ridin’ round with extendo
    Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
    Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
    Niggas shootin’ out the window
    Niggas shootin’ at your window
    Yeah, you better keep your head low
    Feds watchin’, better lay low

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    Anti lame nigga
    Take your girl like a pain killer
    Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
    Look like a train hit her
    Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
    AKA, it’s your Highness
    I don’t know if she got a snort habit
    Or the bitch got sinus
    Pyrex tried to sign us
    Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
    Got a red stove and a gold fork
    Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
    Told shawty, you a minus
    And I say it out of kindness
    Cuban links change the climate
    Dick tall, she can climb it
    Sold so many damn bags
    I coulda went diamond
    Watch wristband diamond
    On my neck look diamond
    Simon says nigga stop takin’ my shit
    Nigga, start rhymin’
    4 rings like an Audi
    Hotel suite, cloudy

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off


  • Yo Gotti – Castro lyrics

    itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/yo-gotti-artist.html”>YO GOTTI Castro lyrics

    (Yeah) Castro
    Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah)
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro (yeah)
    Bitches like I’m Castro, yah
    Kickin’ bitches like I’m Castro (whoa)
    Cuban cigar nigga
    Spanish chick, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    The double cross you up, eyeball
    Castro, Castro, Castro

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    EA Sports, I’m in the Playoffs (in the game)
    I’m in Saks goin’ AWOL
    I’m at Neimans goin’ AWOL
    Hit your bitch in the Aloft
    Head cool, but the pussy wack
    Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
    Cuban on your boy, I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Medellín, Pablo
    Money bags, Wells Fargo
    Call my driver, where the car go?
    100 thousand in my cargo
    I get dope by the cargo
    I got whips, no car note
    I got whips, no slave
    All my cribs got maids
    All my cribs like a maze
    Shit so big, they amazed
    Still thuggin’, they amazed
    Put me on a track with ‘Ye
    In the kitchen rocking ‘Ye’s
    In the trenches with the Js
    Feds listenin’, we don’t do the phone
    They record everythin’ we say

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off
    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    Quavo, honcho
    My life like Pablo
    Cuban hoes fall in love with a nigga
    They’ll treat me like Fabio
    Off white like shell toes
    Stick to the money, velcro
    Standin’ on the top ropes
    Then I jump down, hit you with the elbow
    Why do the birds need a plane if they can fly?
    I be standin’ in the field with the fire
    So many onions in the trap, make me cry
    My styrofoam got more oil than Dubai
    Ridin’ round with extendo
    Ridin’ round with extendo
    Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
    Never, never, serve ya kinfolk
    Niggas shootin’ out the window
    Niggas shootin’ at your window
    Yeah, you better keep your head low
    Feds watchin’, better lay low

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off

    Anti lame nigga
    Take your girl like a pain killer
    Just saw a picture of your first baby mama
    Look like a train hit her
    Can’t finesse me, I’m the finest
    AKA, it’s your Highness
    I don’t know if she got a snort habit
    Or the bitch got sinus
    Pyrex tried to sign us
    Bakin’ soda tryna sign us
    Got a red stove and a gold fork
    Shit lookin’ like the ‘9’ers
    Told shawty, you a minus
    And I say it out of kindness
    Cuban links change the climate
    Dick tall, she can climb it
    Sold so many damn bags
    I coulda went diamond
    Watch wristband diamond
    On my neck look diamond
    Simon says nigga stop takin’ my shit
    Nigga, start rhymin’
    4 rings like an Audi
    Hotel suite, cloudy

    Cubans on me like I’m Castro
    Hit your bitch with a backstroke
    Spanish bitch, JLo
    Dope money, Pablo
    Astronaut, take off
    John Travolta (face off)
    In the kitchen, have a bake off
    She gon’ snort her whole damn face off


  • Red Cafe – She A Bad One (Remix) (feat. Cardi B) letras

    [Hook: Red Cafe]
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one

    [Verse 1: Red Cafe]
    Down girl from the city, she a bad one
    Ass on G wagon, she with the action
    Told me I was call her nasty, Miss Jackson
    Everything designer, she with the fashion
    Oh yeah, ooh, she ’bout her bankrolls
    Slim, thick, ooh, I need a sample
    She smart, not just a pretty face
    Make it pop, earthquake, girl you my taste
    Oh yeah, ooh, she a leather boss
    Macaveli, ooh, I’m a outlaw
    Most wanted, ooh, you want my hit list
    Putting in work on fitness, I’m fucking with you
    [Hook: Red Cafe]
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one

    [Verse 2: Cardi B]
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch
    Looking bad, bitch alert cause he trashing the dirt
    Facts ain’t get hurt, took trash in the Merc
    Scratch what you heard, these hands fast and they work
    So what’s popping trig?
    Got a shiny Cartier every time I’m walking in
    That’s that bad bitch alert, they know what time it is
    Ass in bezerk, can’t get enough of it
    I like commas, commas, commas
    Put that ring, too much drama, drama, drama
    And I put that on my mama, mama, mama
    If the bitch try me, I’mma find her, find her, find her

    [Hook: Red Cafe]
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one

    [Verse 3: E-40]
    Lady boss, hella pretty
    I bet that pussy slap, thick like she from Mississippi
    Bitch hella bad, nipples poking out her shirt
    They hella mad, they wanna find her cause they hurt
    Jealous house, ball in they Griffin club
    Your pantyhose, magazine, holster shows
    Centrefolds, booty cheeks and stripper poles
    Decimals, tricking niggas throw some more
    Sophisticated, she a Delta
    AKA say
    Highly educated
    Bad bitch alert, the gang celebrate it

    [Hook: Red Cafe]
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one

    [Verse 4: Red Cafe]
    In that ass department, that girl a heavyweight
    What your dick load and she levitate
    Shawty hop up on the pole and she demonstrate
    I bet you never get some bands that’ll generate
    Girl you got a whole lot
    Sitting in them leggings, how you carry that around?
    You bring it a whole lot
    Bad bitch alert, she got a million dollar box
    Gon’ keep your glass full, all the bitches swerve
    I’mma need a Rolls Royce to handle the curves
    Oh yeah, she a bad one, you got the boomerang
    When they turn to stalkers, she on a newer thang

    [Hook: Red Cafe]
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
    Oh yeah, she a bad one
    Oh yeah, she a bad one