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  • Mak Sauce – Can He Breathe Lyrics (feat. Lil Keed)

    [Intro]
    Been away
    Keep shootin’, keep shootin’, don’t stop, keep shootin’
    Keep shootin, hunnid rounds, keep shootin’, keep shootin’ brrrt, brrrt

    [Verse 1]
    Make sure he dead, better make sure he dead
    All-white van, f*ck that painted red
    Shoot my legs, f*ck that I aim head (Ooh, ooh)
    Got her wet but she ain’t even been in my bed
    Run up a check, uh, go ‘head, get in my bag
    Get in my bag, go ‘head get in my bag (Rack, rack)
    Get in my bag, go ‘head get in my bag
    That’s a red drop top, hit the gas and I swerve
    Ah get a nigga popped, bullets fly like Danny Bird
    When I pop, he gon’ drop, shoot his ass like Steph Curry (Baow, baow)
    p*ssy nigga, act lil’ bitch, we sliming him
    Be cautious on my block, cause’ niggas die over here (Brrrrra)
    Glock and my packet, gettin’ fat over here (Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat)
    Wanker, Alef to Zed they drop
    Bitches [?] drop
    And my packet’s be on that block
    Do I hear a block walk? Keep a chop in my trunk

    [Chorus]
    Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he breathe? (Can he? Can he?)
    Can he- huhhh, oh shit, can he- huhhh? (Can he? Can he?)
    (Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat) (Can he? Can he?)
    (Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat) (Can he? Can he?)

    [Verse 2: Lil Keed]
    I won’t put no cap up on it
    Keep runnin’ the car like skrrrt
    We just bought some thotties out
    I just drip in ‘Miri jeans
    Bankroll jus’ be fallin’ out, I just went AP
    Me and my shit be shining
    And I pull up, hoe be climbing out (Skrrt)
    Yeah, we’re popping homie
    Know these niggas be plotting homie (Buh, buh, buh)
    So you try to play rough but my whole packet’s on me (Brrrra)
    My slime balls got bad tempers, they keep poppin’ on you (Buh)
    And my mama never work, she know I’ll get some money
    Nah, scratch that, full clip hit ’em, flip their body like a Tech Deck
    They didn’t believe in the kid, they say that I made it, I know they regret that
    I won’t put no cap up on it

    [Chorus]
    Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he breathe? Uh, uh
    Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he breathe? Uh, uh
    Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he breathe? Uh, uh
    Can he breathe? Uh, oh shit, can he-

    [Outro: Yung Bino]
    I just popped ’em, pulled off, he dead (Vroom)
    You know the pro’s, really sliding in the ‘vette (Vroom)
    I just popped ’em, pulled off, he dead (Vroom)
    You know the pro’s, really sliding in the ‘vette (Vroom)


  • Roy Woods – Bubbly Lyrics

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    [Chorus]
    See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
    Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
    Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
    We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
    Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

    [Verse 1]
    To my left I got a foreign (Foreign ting)
    And on my right I got a lil’ brown thing (Oh yeah)
    They go on like they honest (Go on like they honest)
    But always find out things that you ain’t tellin’ me
    Fuck all that, let’s go ride out of town in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
    Just left the club for the AP and I’m the host (And I’m the host)
    Do you want Tequila or Chardonnay for the toast?
    To brand new seas and bikinis all on the coast
    Whatcha’ thinkin’? Whatcha’ thinkin’?
    You fuckin’ up the club every weekend
    Got a few hoes, got a few drinks
    Situations in your head you be paintin’
    ‘Cause now you start to feel the drugs you been taking
    You took so much to get high, it don’t make sense (It don’t make sense)
    I know you wanna ease your mind, have some patience

    [Chorus]
    See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
    Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time you, fuckin’ up the club
    Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
    We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
    Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

    [Verse 2]
    You wanna party like it’s Mardi Gras
    Go live a life you never had before (Yeah)
    Girl, come and fuck me off the Adderall (Off the Addy’)
    We can involved (We can get it)
    No you ain’t gotta go (No)
    We just tryna leave the party for another one (Yeah, yeah)
    So you can keep on poppin’ bottles till it’s sun up
    Was tired of the scene and now I’m better now
    Smoking medical, things just turn around
    Baby if you wanna come and take a ride with me
    Come and slide with me, get high with me, it’s alright
    Baby, baby, it’s alright
    With the gang, it’s alright
    Baby if you wanna get high with me, slide with me
    Goin’ on a drive with me, it’s alright
    Baby, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

    [Chorus]
    See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
    Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
    Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
    You poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
    Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
    See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
    Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
    Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
    We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
    Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

    [Outro]
    Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
    Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
    Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
    Up the club


  • Juice WRLD – Nobody Lyrics

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    [Intro: Juice WRLD]
    808 Pound
    Bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna

    [Chrous: Juice WRLD]
    Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
    Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
    Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
    All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
    Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
    Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
    Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
    I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

    [Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
    Pull out the big guns, they run from me
    I always keep one, I’m no dummy
    I’ma go get a AP, I’ll be shining
    Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3, I’m grinding
    Play your bitch like a PlayStation
    Every day in L.A. it’s a vacation
    Ha ha, laughing at these haters
    Broke as a bitch, they ain’t getting paper
    Yeah, no more fighting over money, I’m a rich guy
    Nowadays, I’m probably fighting over the Wi-Fi
    You know that nigga that always got bad phone connection, yeah I’m that guy

    [Chrous: Juice WRLD]
    Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
    Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
    Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
    All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
    Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
    Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
    Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
    I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

    [Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
    (Lil Boat)
    Like I’m Stevie with the lights off
    Fuck her with my ice on, had to cop that Wock’, the price was right like the game show (Ice)
    How you love that ho we made that lil’ bitch do the gang, ho
    I’m filled up like Jenga
    Get that, flip that, lick that
    I need to know, lick on her tits, no speel
    Shoot with the gang in the VIP
    This lil’ bitch name Tiffany her favorite color teal
    Hmm, that makes sense, ’cause zodiacs are real (Alright)
    I be dealing with these hating niggas for some time
    Ain’t gon’ start shit, never in the dark I shine
    Bitch, I’m under 21, I do not drink no wine
    I fucked that bitch listening to me, not no Ginuwine

    [Chrous: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
    Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Lil Boat)
    Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
    Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
    All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
    Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
    Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
    Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
    I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)


  • Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Run that money counter, baby
    Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

    [Chorus: Rich the Kid]
    Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
    Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
    Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
    All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
    I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
    Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
    Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

    [Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
    Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
    Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
    Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
    Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
    I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
    All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
    Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
    I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
    Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
    Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
    You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
    The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

    [Chorus: Rich the Kid]
    Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
    Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
    Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
    All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
    I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
    Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
    Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

    [Verse 2: NAV]
    Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
    Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
    She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
    She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
    I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
    Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
    My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
    And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
    Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
    I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
    Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
    Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

    [Chorus: Rich the Kid]
    Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
    Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
    Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
    All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
    I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
    Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
    Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing


  • NAV – Tension Lyrics

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    [Verse 1]
    I never had shit, so I wear my AP when I sleep
    I respect my OGs ’cause they practice what they preach
    My whip customized, fully loaded, quilted seats
    Buy her CC sneaks just so I don’t hear a peep
    I mean I got a maid that change my sheets
    I’m so lit that my first crush just turned into a creep
    Push-to-start, I think I lost my key under the seat
    Makin’ art with my home team and my whole team gon’ eat

    [Chorus]
    Tension I feel when I go on the road
    Got hittas that’ll snip you down and grippin’ on their pole
    Tension I feel, my pinky covered in diamond rose
    No pension, I’m finna go and buy my mom a Rolls
    Tension I feel when I come offstage at my show
    Tension I feel when I see someone that I know
    Attention I feel when I wear Prada to my toes
    Attention I feel when I’m surrounded by these hoes

    [Verse 2]
    Tension I feel when the plug don’t pick up
    Tension I feel when the sun comin’ up
    We be in the field, it ain’t hard to find us
    I’m chillin’ at the top, you still tryna climb up
    I feel tension every time I count up
    Just to mention I’m grateful that they found us
    They feel tension when they come around us
    All this water, think the jeweler tryna drown us
    Take half of the E, let her wear my rings
    All my stones are fancy, be careful with these
    Tension I feel when she don’t give ’em back to me
    Tension I feel when she don’t suck me ’til I sleep

    [Chorus]
    Tension I feel when I go on the road
    Got hittas that’ll snip you down and grippin’ on their pole
    Tension I feel, my pinky covered in diamond rose
    No pension, I’m finna go and buy my mom a Rolls
    Tension I feel when I come offstage at my show
    Tension I feel when I see someone that I know
    Attention I feel when I wear Prada to my toes
    Attention I feel when I’m surrounded by these hoes

    [Outro]
    They wasn’t used to somebody that looks like me
    (I feel tension)
    Now you look at god
    (Tension I feel, tension I feel)
    Seeing the things I’ve seen, know what I’m sayin’?
    (Tension I feel, tension I feel, I feel tension)
    The music just come through, no matter what
    (Tension I feel)
    They ain’t care what I looked like, they just care about the music


  • Rich the Kid – Racks Out Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    TheLabCook

    [Chorus]
    Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
    Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
    I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
    Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
    Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
    If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
    Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
    Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

    [Verse 1]
    Blew a mil’, I done did that (I done did that)
    Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack (Ice, ice, ice)
    He got two hundred thousand for that contract (For that contract)
    Now that nigga broke, like where your funds at? (What, what?)
    In that pussy, got her drippin’ (Got her drippin’)
    She had to leave, he was slippin’ (He was slippin’)
    I done broke my wrist in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
    I don’t trust a bitch that say she different (Lil’ bitch)
    She puttin’ gas in my Wraith (In my Wraith)
    Yeah the money hide in safe (Hide in safe)
    I can’t trust ’em ’cause they fake
    Fucked a bitch to get the cake (Get the cake)
    Chase the money, on a race (On a race)
    Don’t put that pussy in my face (What?)

    [Chorus]
    Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
    Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
    I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
    Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
    Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
    If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
    Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
    Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

    [Verse 2]
    Throw a quarter-mil, you can’t do it (Yeah, yeah)
    Why you cappin’? AP fake, I ain’t stupid (Stupid)
    I just wanna get that money, put my team on (My team on)
    Cuban link on me, it’s an ice cup (Ice, ice, ice)
    Bet she want a purse match her brown hair (Brown hair)
    But she trippin’, ain’t no fuckin’ trickin’ ’round here (‘Round here)
    Niggas switch up when they make it (When they make it)
    I had the chance, I had to take it (Woo)
    Stay back, your money way flat (Money way flat)
    I’m the fuckin’ CEO, how you gon’ top that? (How you gon’ top that?)
    Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at? (Mop at?)
    Make her bust it open, then I send her right back (Rich)

    [Chorus]
    Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
    Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
    I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
    Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
    Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
    If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
    Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
    Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)


  • NAV – Snap Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Yeah

    [Verse 1]
    You found out your girlfriend is a thot-ho (Thot, thot)
    I found out my penthouse on the top floor (On the top)
    Still the same person, I just shop more (I’m the same)
    Elliante diamonds, we don’t shop gold
    These rappers say they real, but they not, though (Not, though)
    They say they got VV’s but they not, though (Not, though)
    How you say you ballin’ with no guap, though? (Broke)
    Seven people sleepin’ at your spot, though (What you mean?)
    When you goin’ up they suck your dick for clout (Suck it-suck it)
    When you goin’ down they quick to throw you out
    Change my number, I don’t wanna hang out (Fuck ’em all)
    Catch me by myself with all my chains out

    [Chorus]
    The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
    Bentley Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
    Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
    Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
    The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
    They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
    They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
    Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

    [Verse 2]
    Misleading all the kids, they sellin’ dreams
    They ain’t even got a crib but they got Amiri jeans
    They ain’t did the shit they said, ain’t what it seems
    Don’t believe nothing they say, that watch don’t cost a hundred G’s (Yeah)
    I could lose her ten times, still get my bitch back (Get her back)
    Flooded out Phillipe, feel like I got my wrist back (Wrist back)
    Used to wear Supreme, now it’s designer mismatch (Yup)
    Women-sized Balencis, didn’t think I could fit that
    Lord, forgive me for my sins, if they catch me then I’m done
    When you come from where I’m from, always gotta keep a gun (Yeah)
    Only brown boy in the game, watch me ball with no assists
    Got a Bimmer on my wrist, spent a iPad on my kicks

    [Chorus]
    The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
    Bentley, Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
    Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
    Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
    The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
    They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
    They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
    Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

    [Outro]
    They abusing, no cap
    Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap (No cap)
    They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat (Hundred flat, flat)
    Plenty moves made, Maybachs back-to-back
    They dream girl callin’ and-
    No cap
    No cap
    No cap


  • 2 Chainz – Statute of Limitations Lyrics

    [Intro: 2 Chainz & Lil Yachty]
    Statute of limitations
    30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
    I ain’t made a play since 2011
    Can I talk my shit now?
    Gotta talk my shit
    I put in the work (Yeah)
    Talk my shit

    [Verse 1]
    McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
    South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
    On Godby Road I shot dice with Troup (Troup)
    Hit the D mall and then I served Big Unk (Unk)
    Anytime 50 came to town I served Buck (Buck)
    Anytime the Sixers played the Hawks I seen Chuck (Chuck)
    Had a half a ticket ‘fore I met with Def Jam
    Ask Chris and 20 who was the X-Man
    No Wolverine here
    Collect the hundred dollar bills like a souveneir
    Carbon 15 hit me, Jeezy want a zip
    And Weezy gon’ buy everything except a brick
    See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
    See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
    I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
    See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip, uh
    You ain’t runnin’ shit

    [Chorus]
    Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
    Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
    AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
    If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
    Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
    Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
    AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
    If they don’t like me then they respect me

    [Verse 2]
    You won’t meet a girl that say that she left me
    I left her on the left knee soon as she effed me
    Testing, testing, God gon’ protect me
    Went to Pristine, IV gon’ protect me
    Ask Steph Jack about the pack
    Used to meet Raekwon on the Nat’
    Used to meet most of my plays on the Nat’
    I told Ross to pull around to the back, uh

    [Chorus]
    Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
    Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
    AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
    If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
    Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
    Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
    AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
    If they don’t like me then they respect me

    [Outro]
    Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
    Mmh, mmh mmh
    Have the legal petrol now, though
    You dig?
    87, 89, and 93
    Gas


  • Gunna – Baby Birkin Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Wheezy outta here

    [Chorus]
    I know my purpose
    European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
    I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
    Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
    Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
    Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
    Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
    To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

    [Verse 1]
    Young Gunna went and jumped in head first (Head first)
    Roamed the streets and finally found my work (Found my work)
    Killed that nigga, left him dead-dirt (Yuh)
    Took his body, now the coupe a hearse (Damn)
    250 in his man purse (Man purse)
    Felt like diamonds drippin’ off my damn shirt (True)
    I got bitches trappin’ on the Amherst (Amherst)
    I done kept a long way from the bookers (Nah)
    It’s so hard to give trust because love hurts
    She don’t come easy, nigga, it’s hard work (Hard work)
    They be ridin’ shotgun like a Mossberg (Mossberg)
    She start suckin’ and won’t let me park first (Damn)
    She made me bust a nut, that’s a star burst (Star burst)
    She got ass and titty like Miss Parker (Uh)
    Swear this bih used to be the martyr (Martyr)
    We keep women ’cause we workin’ harder
    Lotta bookings, I’m goin’ back to Florida (Florida)
    All my Eliantte diamonds is water (Water)
    Money hungry, I got a disorder (Oh)
    That plain Rolex cost more than a quarter (Yeah)
    Keep your wife, I’m takin’ your daughter (Daughter)
    If she hold it down, I’ma award her (Yeah)
    I still listen to reason, I’m smarter (Smarter)
    To invoke for whatever we oughta

    [Chorus]
    I know my purpose
    European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
    I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
    Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
    Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
    Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
    Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
    To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

    [Verse 2]
    I put diamonds on a redbone (Redbone)
    I popped a pill and now my head gone (My head gone)
    He slimed ’em out and we was dead wrong (Slime)
    Them arms with AP look like honeycombs (Like honeycombs)
    I done left my ex, told her ain’t comin’ home (Nah)
    Told her she won’t see me ’til my money long (On God)
    I been knockin’ these hoes down like domino (Domino)
    I had shit, I was stealin’ my cousin clothes (Damn)
    Now I drip every day like I’m runnin’ over (Drip)
    My shoes lately be more than a hundred homes (Hundred homes)
    I don’t cherish, I know that they come and go (They come and go)
    I got boomerang bitches they comin’ back (Comin’ back)
    I go straight in the hole like a runningback (Gone)
    Cut your neck like a tree, I’m a lumberjack (Yeah)
    Different colors on me I don’t wanna match (C’mon)
    When she suckin’, look at me, I’m lovin’ that (Yeah)
    My next show booking gon’ be a hunnid racks (Yeah)
    I can’t beef with you boys on the internet (Internet)
    Can’t do business ’cause nigga you been a rat (Been a rat)
    We pop up at yo’ crib like the Men in Black (Yuh)
    When it come to that cash I interact (Cash)
    When I’m fuckin’ that body that pussy wet (Pussy wet)
    She a groupie, keep askin’ where Uzi at (Uzi at)
    Told my girl put that dope in her booty crack (Huh)
    I’m a slimy lil’ nigga like Nudy, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I know my purpose
    European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
    I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
    Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
    Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
    Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
    Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
    To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry


  • Derez De’Shon – Need Sum Mo Lyrics

    [Intro: Derez De’Shon]
    Swear it seem like yesterday
    I was eatin’ ramen noodles off a plastic plate
    I was really, but anyway
    Judge just gave my brother Dreek 5 years today
    Hurt to see his teared-up face
    ‘Cause I gotta feel it play
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah

    [Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
    Damn, the streets need me (Me)
    My son need me more (More)
    Gotta give it all I got (I got)
    I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
    Tryna make it to the top
    We from the bottom, we was poor
    I need some more (I need some more)
    I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)

    [Verse 1: Derez De’Shon]
    Derez De’Shon
    I was cursed and I was gifted at the same time
    I was hurt and I was injured but I stayed down
    Fourth quarter, two minutes, I can’t waste time
    Niggas dyin’ before 2040, my white lie
    ‘Cause I gotta be here for my son and daughters
    Don’t ever want them to go through what I been through, hard times that scarred me
    Reminiscing when times was harder
    We ain’t have no light in the ‘partments
    Just a baby, was boilin’ water
    Long as the kids ate, I was fine with starvin’
    Do you know the feeling when your mama askin’ you to help with the bills?
    But you can’t help for real
    But you still get what you give
    I got partners locked up doin’ bids
    Some doin’ life and some got a few years
    Can’t go to visit, it hurt just to see ’em
    I’ll do all I can ’til they free ’em

    [Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
    Damn, the streets need me (Me)
    My son need me more (More)
    Gotta give it all I got (I got)
    I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
    Tryna make it to the top
    We from the bottom, we was poor
    I need some more (I need some more)
    I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
    I said the streets need me (They need me)
    My son need me more (Me more)
    Gotta give it all I got (I got)
    I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
    Tryna make it to the top
    We from the bottom, we was poor
    I need some more (More)
    I need some more, yeah

    [Verse 2: Lil Baby]
    I got my money the harder way
    Baby mama tryna take my lil’ boy away
    Man, you know what it was when you went this way
    I got too many problems, I’m savin’ face
    I got too many lawyers for random cases
    I’m addicted to lean, I been buyin’ cases
    I been goin’ too hard, got these niggas hatin’
    Bought a brand new AP, got a friend wan’ date me
    I keep fuckin’ with her, I guess I can’t shake it
    I’ll be goddamn wildin’ when these niggas take me
    Keep it real even though I know they was fakin’
    Hold they nuts on me, they didn’t want me to make it
    Keep them young niggas with me, they still be takin’
    Thankin’ God that he bettered my situation
    I can’t wait to pull up and see nigga’s faces
    I can’t go back to the basics

    [Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
    The streets need me (Me)
    My son need me more (More)
    Gotta give it all I got (I got)
    I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
    Tryna make it to the top
    We from the bottom, we was poor
    I need some more (I need some more)
    I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
    I said the streets need me (They need me)
    My son need me more (Me more)
    Gotta give it all I got (I got)
    I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
    Tryna make it to the top
    We from the bottom, we was poor
    I need some more (More)
    I need some more, yeah, yeah

    [Outro]
    Said the streets need me
    Said the streets need me
    From the bottom, we was poor, I need some more
    I need some more, yeah
    I said the streets need me
    Said the streets need me
    Top, bottom, we was poor
    I need some more, yeah, yeah


  • Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics

    [Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
    Yeah, ooh
    (Wheezy outta here)

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
    Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
    I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
    I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
    Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
    Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
    Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
    They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
    Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
    Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
    Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
    Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
    I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
    I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
    Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
    Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

    [Chorus: Meek Mill]
    We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
    Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
    You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
    Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
    Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
    Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
    We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
    Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

    [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
    I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
    Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
    All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
    I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
    This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
    We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
    Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
    The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
    If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
    Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
    Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
    We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
    All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
    Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
    Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
    Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

    [Chorus: Meek Mill]
    We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
    Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
    You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
    Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
    Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
    Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
    We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
    Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

    [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
    I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
    See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
    I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
    Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
    AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
    No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
    I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
    You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
    Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
    ‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
    Nigga this that Chanel money
    This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
    This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
    Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
    Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
    If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
    If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
    Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

    [Chorus: Meek Mill]
    We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
    Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
    You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
    Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
    Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
    Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
    We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
    Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho


  • Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Hey
    I done sold all these (???)
    Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
    Wheezy beatz
    Hey

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
    I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
    You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
    Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
    (???)
    Left, right back up still got the fire
    Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
    Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
    Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
    Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
    Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
    I don’t give a fuck about your past
    I give you what you want just ask
    Start from the front to the back
    (???)
    Imma spaz on her man
    Imma spaz on this (???)
    Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
    I turn your rocks into sand
    Your named engraved it on the plane
    Delta and private ain’t the same
    It’s about time for your upgrade
    When I give you this name
    I hope you don’t change
    She looked at me and replied
    She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
    I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
    You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
    Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
    (???)
    Left, right back up still got the fire
    Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
    Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

    [Verse 2: Desiigner]
    Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
    (???) that’s my little ride little nigga
    We goin get it on outside little nigga
    Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
    Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
    It’ll be alright little nigga
    All this lean got me drippin
    (???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
    Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
    All my niggas getting to the money, came back
    Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
    Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
    Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
    I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
    I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
    You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
    Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
    (???)
    Left, right back up still got the fire
    Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
    Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

    [Verse 3: Young Thug]
    Holler at your (???)
    Go and tell your crew the plug
    Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
    Make me make a bad pull up
    I’ll make a Jag pull up
    Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
    If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
    Bout five niggas, (???)
    You fuck niggas after me
    The rats was chasing and they captured me
    Rich school, i’m a graduate
    All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
    How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
    My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
    They wonder why we capping back at them
    I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
    These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
    These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
    But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

    [Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
    Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
    (???) that’s my little ride little nigga
    We goin get it on outside little nigga
    Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
    Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
    It’ll be alright little nigga
    (???)
    Left, right back up still got the fire
    Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
    Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer


  • Tee Grizzley – Mr. Grizzley Lyrics

    [Intro]
    My chain cost the same way I keep it, that’s 100
    Got about five chains, nothin’ but half a ticket
    Hahaha

    [Verse 1]
    Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo)
    Give her back shots ’til her back weak (Uh)
    Huh, six figures when they tax me
    Know some street niggas makin’ M’s livin tax-free (My niggas)
    Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha)
    Huh, and we don’t want the load ‘less the bag cheap (Cheap)
    Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet
    Hundred racks last week, that wasn’t even a fast week (Slow)
    Tell that bitch I’m tryin’ to wake up to the neck (Neck)
    I don’t go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check)
    Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet
    Block her number, now her theme song Drake, “I’m Upset” (I’m Upset)

    [Chorus]
    Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
    AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
    I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
    And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
    Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
    If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
    This a tennis chain, not a rope
    Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    I heard she don’t answer DMs (Oh yeah?)
    I’ma still shoot my shot like “What’s the deal?” (What up?)
    Ass so pretty, don’t matter if it’s real (Nah)
    No competition, she know she badder than them (I got)
    Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah)
    Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah)
    Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick
    She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz)
    All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?)
    Little money never told big money shit
    Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick
    I can start a campfire ’cause I’m ridin’ with them sticks, plus I

    [Chorus]
    Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
    AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
    I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
    And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
    Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
    If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
    This a tennis chain, not a rope
    Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)


  • Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Pump]
    Yeah, bitches on bitches
    Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
    Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
    Ooh, J Gramm

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
    Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

    [Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
    My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
    My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
    Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
    Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
    Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
    Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
    Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
    Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
    In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
    Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
    Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
    Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
    She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
    Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
    If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
    You don’t deserve to see the strippers

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
    Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

    [Verse 2: Lil Pump]
    Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
    Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
    I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
    Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
    Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
    Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
    Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
    Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
    Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
    Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
    Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
    And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
    Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
    Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
    I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
    You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
    Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)


  • NAV – Know Me Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
    They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
    Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
    Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
    Elliot lit my wrist up
    Diamond rings cover my fist up
    After she suck my dick (what), she get kicked out, get kicked up
    I ain’t cuffing that bitch (no), that ain’t on my agenda
    Met that bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta
    30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane
    Like Gunna, I drip insane
    Make a smart girl give me brain
    Let the perkys kill my pain
    Break a hundred, tell her keep the change
    Now the Gucci store know my name
    Hottest brown boy in the game

    [Chorus]
    Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VVs hit like this, bing
    I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings
    (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
    (Yeah) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting
    Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
    Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’
    (Yeah, bling bling) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
    (Yeah, ching ching) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting

    [Verse 2]
    I’m TT (hmm), rolling up the dope
    Bad bitch freaky (hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
    Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
    Get shot like Ricky (hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
    Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
    First time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP inside the pot
    See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
    380 racks can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell

    [Chorus]
    Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
    They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
    Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
    Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
    Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VVs hit like this, bing
    I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings
    (Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
    (Yeah) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting
    Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
    Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’
    (Yeah, bling bling) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
    (Yeah, ching ching) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting


  • Sheck Wes – Wanted Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Mudboy!
    Bitch!
    Mudboy!
    Bitch!
    (One, two)

    [Verse 1]
    Where’s the, where’s the… gas, gas?
    Roll it up, puff-puff, pass-pass
    Never too many, grab bags
    Too many hoes with fat ass
    Hole in the back of your head like a snapback
    It ain’t no scheme when you tryna get the scouts back (Bitch)
    Too many funny, shit like “Nigga, where the scouts at?” (Where?)
    I like bad hoes (Bitch), they like me back (Yeah)
    I got mad hoes (Yeah), gotta subtract (I got hoes)
    Nigga ain’t tried me so don’t watch that (I got hoes)
    ‘Til a nigga try me, don’t watch that (No)
    I ain’t Dej Loaf (Try me), nigga try that (Try me)
    Get toe-tagged (Bitch), get body-bagged (Try me)
    Cause we gon’ turn up, and leave the boy sad
    ‘Cause in the fucking world, this shit gets so mad
    But it’s a grimy world, we was ’bout that (‘Bout that)
    If i’s a grimy world, then niggas bout that
    Bitch!
    I mean, that’s what it is, niggas
    Bitch!

    [Chorus]
    ‘Cause on 14th Street, I was wanted (Wanted)
    34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
    116th, I was wanted (Yeah)
    It’s a grimy world (Bitch) ’cause niggas on shit (Yeah)
    116th, I was wanted (Wanted)
    34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
    14th street, I was wanted (Bitch)
    If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Uh)

    [Verse 2]
    Sheck Wes the hottest in the country (Uh)
    Pull up on you blowin’ straight funky (Funky)
    Lil Jon, how I get crunky (Yeah)
    She on that posion (Uh), gettin’ drunk, yeah
    Like I got asthma, can never leave the pump, yeah
    ‘Cause it’s a grimy world (Huh), ’cause niggas want want shit (want shit)
    They’ll suffocate ya, like so quick
    But this shit in my nature, I grew up too quick
    I used to take the train to act a ass in public (Public)
    And now my fuckin’ bae still act a ass in public (Yeah)
    Lust boys, 30-plus, you should rush it
    Run up in the spot, and go dummy (Uh)
    Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Got shit)
    They leave us young niggas with no options (No options)
    They leave us young niggas with the robbin’ (Robbin’)
    But I was Robin Hood (Hood), when I was robbin’ (Givin’)
    Free my brother, AP, went down for the plottin’ (Bitch!)
    Free my nigga, Mike, he went down for the plottin’ (Bitch)
    Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Bitch)
    ‘Cause it’s a grimy world, and niggas ’bout shit (‘Bout shit)

    [Chorus]
    I said on 14th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
    34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
    116th, I was wanted (Bitch)
    If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Yeah)
    59th street, I was wanted (Woo!)
    Lustboys, nigga, we was wanted (Uh-uh)
    Lustboys stay fucking wanted (Uh)
    ‘Cause we was young niggas (Bitch) that never had shit (Broke boys)
    Gas, gas
    ‘Cause we was young niggas that never had shit (Broke boys)
    Gas, gas
    (With my, with my)
    Bitch!
    Gas, gas
    (With my, with my, with my, with my)
    Bitch, bitch
    Immigrants, nigga
    (Broke boys)
    Bitch! Bitch!


  • Tee Grizzley – Tee Grizzley x Offset x London Lyrics

    [Intro]
    We got London On Da Track

    [Hook: Tee Grizzley]
    Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
    This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
    No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
    Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
    Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
    That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
    She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
    Since I already came, you can’t go with us

    [Verse 2: Offset]
    Offset!
    Smoking up [??], lungs open up
    Jumping in that pussy like it’s double dutch (ugh)
    Drop a trace of [??] in my double cup (double cup)
    Hit it with the fork, I beat it upper cut
    [??] burn up on they knees (woo)
    Frost up in my AP, double it up with Patek Phillipe (Phillipe)
    Murder while he sleep like Freddy Kruger, Elm Street (arrgh)
    Hundreds like I’m neat (neat)
    Fuck ’em by the three (three)
    Pockets on Monique (Monique)
    We got stripes like referees (stripes)
    Shawty so petitie but suck the dick just like a leech (woo)
    Moonwalk on the bitch like Billie Jean, she [??] my feet (woo)
    My drip is [??] hundreds what I seek
    Perfect physique, I tape a brick off to your cheek (brick)
    Trapping out the bando, we got blow just like a leaf (blow)
    Chopper get to eating, biting, we gon’ have a feast (argh)
    Golden ticket, [??] speak unless it’s brief

    [Hook: Tee Grizzley]
    Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
    This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
    No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
    Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
    Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
    That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
    She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
    Since I already came, you can’t go with us


  • Lil Baby – Boss Bitch lyrics

    (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

    [Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
    I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
    Don’t know how to play but I ball
    Stacking that money up make it tall
    Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
    Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
    My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
    Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
    All of my diamonds real so they cost
    You know it costs to live like this
    I got a bad lil boss bitch
    Too many diamonds, camera glitch
    Yeah I’m shining no [?]
    Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
    I got a sack like I run the blitz
    Ice cold like I got on mitts
    Ice cream I look like a lick

    [Verse 1: Lil Baby]
    I made a hunnid in two days, neighbour trippin’ cause I keep the door swangin’
    I drop a mixtape today, they gon’ be thinking I got me a ghostwriter
    AMG on the floor like a low rider
    Having rich arguments my whole problem
    Running money up I don’t see nobody
    Buying lawyers for both of the [?]
    Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week
    Me and my diamonds all on pee, point
    Ask about me [?]
    Hit the bitch Curry, three-point
    I can’t hit them all so I Pikachu
    I don’t text ’em I just stick and move
    Fresh pair of Loubs

    [Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
    I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
    Don’t know how to play but I ball
    Stacking that money up make it tall
    Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
    Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
    My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
    Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
    All of my diamonds real so they cost
    You know it costs to live like this
    I got a bad lil boss bitch
    Too many diamonds, camera glitch
    Yeah I’m shining no [?]
    Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
    I got a sack like I run the blitz
    Ice cold like I got on mitts
    Ice cream I look like a lick

    [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
    Forty pointers that’s a waffle cart
    Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam
    Drip, dripping like that it’s the shower on
    Them ain’t real, them diamonds are rhinestones
    I’m straight I got the iron now
    Too many hoes bought another phone
    I apologise, AP honeycomb
    Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on
    Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal
    Trapper of the year I need a gold medal
    You know the water make the pussy get wetter
    Ooh, can’t name a nigga that do it better
    I got too many hoes like I’m Hugh Hefner
    Different foreign bitches, I’ma put ’em together
    Yeah they know I’m a trendsetter

    [Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
    I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
    Don’t know how to play but I ball
    Stacking that money up make it tall
    Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
    Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
    My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
    Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
    All of my diamonds real so they cost
    You know it costs to live like this
    I got a bad lil boss bitch
    Too many diamonds, camera glitch
    Yeah I’m shining no [?]
    Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
    I got a sack like I run the blitz
    Ice cold like I got on mitts
    Ice cream I look like a lick


  • Lil Baby – Intro (Harder Than Ever) lyrics

    [Intro]
    Know im sayin’
    This that new wave shit know what im sayin’
    This that new wave shit ya dig (4 Pockets full know what i’m saying, free the gang)

    [Verse 1]
    Im smoking loud this that moonrock
    They tryna sue cause i’m gettin’ paper
    I dropped out of school and get no education
    My momma she happy cause I finally made it
    She living better [?] is full
    Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
    With an AP today tomorrow switch it up
    Honeycomb diamonds VVS’s cut
    Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
    I took me a break, don’t mean i’m getting rusty
    I’m gaining this weight they say i’m getting husty
    I stand on front line I’m all about the [?]
    I go where I want, no one better not fuck with me
    Stand in the glizzy shoot til’ it’s empty
    I come from the projects jumping over fences
    I found me a plug and went and made a killing
    I think we in love we shoot his ass and children
    Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin
    I think im the plate I need to reinvent me
    I handle my business now i’m worth some millions
    Remember the safe deposit vault was empty
    Them niggas weren’t fucking with me they weren’t friendly
    If you went with me back then then you ain’t seeing no [?]
    We like Kanye and Kim, you like Bobby and Whitney
    Real dope boy I ain’t nothing’ like the weirdos
    Never seen me putting on no weird clothes
    It cost a lil more when it’s real gold
    We already up keep the field goal
    Remember that day that I lost all that cake


  • Playboi Carti – FlatBed Freestyle Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
    Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
    Pussy man I smoke that organic
    Fendi down I’m smoking organic

    [Verse]
    Effin and I’m smoking organic
    She menaging, need some more breath
    I got smoke all in the air
    Fuck this up and you get left
    (Fuck it up and air it out!)
    AP on my fucking left
    Stack it up right on the shelf
    Yo bitch look for me in ya
    I got drip all in this walk
    I got cash, I let it walk
    I’ma do this by myself
    On the jet by by myself
    I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
    I touchdown and get my fingers wet
    My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
    Riding ’round on mopeds
    My bitch off the percocets
    Pop that bean and count them deads
    Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
    My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
    Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
    Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
    That where you can’t buy them bags
    In LA I smoke that gas
    In LA in link with slatt
    Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
    I fuck that bitch and gave her back
    I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
    That gun on me I cannot lack
    Your bitch right, she got it clapped
    Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
    I took that lil boy right off the map
    We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
    I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
    I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
    You touchdown in my city, you better tap
    That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
    I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
    That bitch with me and now she on that pack
    Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
    I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
    I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
    I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

    [Chorus]
    Too much lean, too much ice
    One more pint, one more pint
    Too much lean, too much ice
    One more pint, one more pint
    One more pint, one more pint
    One more pint, one more pint
    Too much lean, too much ice
    One more pint, one more pint


  • Cuban Doll – Bankrupt (Remix) (feat. Lil Yachty & Lil Baby) lyrics

    [Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
    Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
    Can you get it, ain’t no running man
    Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
    I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
    Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
    Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
    You say you a boss, I know you a lame
    And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
    You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
    You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
    I’m a real bitch
    I just be getting bad
    Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
    That money in my hand put it right on your head
    Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
    Fuck a role we speak facts
    If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
    Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
    Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

    [Chorus: Cuban Doll]
    Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
    I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
    Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
    Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

    [Verse 2: Cuban Doll]
    I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
    You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
    You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
    You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
    Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
    You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit
    You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
    Bitch you bankrupt
    All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

    [Chorus: Cuban Doll]
    Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
    I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
    Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
    Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
    Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
    I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
    Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
    Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

    [Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
    All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
    Spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coop is prayin’ tutu
    [?] cockin’, get to jerkin’ have ’em niggas swervin’
    Niggas servin’, bitches drinkin’ bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin’
    Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah)
    Boy used to post on the corner (yeah)
    [?] bitches was foreign
    Killin’ shit, sendin’ these hoes to the coroner (yeah)
    Don’t be sad now a nigga up
    AP’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ out bitch if you ain’t tryna make me cum?
    Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
    Gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
    Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
    Clist round my check like a motherfuckin’ satchel

    [Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
    You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
    Bitch you bankrupt
    All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
    You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
    Bitch you bankrupt
    All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

    [Chorus: Cuban Doll]
    Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
    I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
    Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
    Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
    Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
    I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
    Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
    Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

    [Verse 4: Lil Baby]
    100 bottles, no sparkles, we already lit
    Thousand hunnid, all the bills like we counterfeit
    Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit
    This shit didn’t come from round the way, I’m on some different drip
    Sticky, she wanna get with me
    I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
    Ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, Christian Lou’, a murder scene
    Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
    The old murder team, the ones that can’t be silent
    Sippin’ ‘methazine, it got me out my body
    Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
    Big bank take little bank, I’m really gettin’ money

    [Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
    You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
    Bitch you bankrupt
    All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
    You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
    Bitch you bankrupt
    All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

    [Chorus: Cuban Doll]
    Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
    I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
    Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
    Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
    Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
    I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
    Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
    Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy


  • Famous Dex – CEO Lyrics

    [Intro: Pachino & Famous Dex]
    Yeah (you know)
    Ah, had to sip that lemon water, you know
    Talk my shit heavily (yeah, heavily, man)
    Lotta shit changed in the past few years, you know
    Less friends, more money though (yeah, what)
    Huh, count up
    Huh, yeah (skrrt)
    Uh, yeah (skrrt, talk your shit, Chino)

    [Verse 1: Pachino & Famous Dex]
    Uh, Balenciaga runners (yeah)
    Huh, put in hours just like a trucker
    Man, I don’t fuck with suckas (skrrt, skrrt)
    Huh, came up in this rap shit, they say I lucked up
    Man, they got me fucked up (got me fucked up)
    Huh, my man got it fucked up (ha)
    Huh, shoot ’em head to buckets (Dexter)
    And we causin’ ruckus (ha, yeah, what)
    Ooh, these bitches wanna fuck me (they do)
    Ha, got three kids, gota AP (ooh), hell nah can’t fuck me (nah baby girl, uh)
    Ha, trappin’ on the block with a Glock (what), hell nah it ain’t rusty (bow)
    Ha, run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’, huh (bow, bow, bow)
    Run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’ (what)
    Ha, ooh, pop a molly, bustin’, ooh, what

    [Verse 2: Pachino & Famous Dex]
    Uh, joggers tight but the money fit
    He got indicted with a hundred grips (yeah)
    Got fly miles, took a hundred trips (nyoom)
    Huh, what? A hundred trips (oh man god damn)
    Hundred bands, yeah I run the shit
    Huh, I got the trap, it’s bustin’ (what, uh)
    12 try to kick my door and shit (what)
    Wait, I had to call my cousin, huh (yeah)
    Skrrt in the Lambo (skrrt, skrrt)
    Got a lil’ bitch, she a cute hoe
    Diamonds like rainbow (rainbow)
    Oh, yeah where the money go? (Ooh)
    I’m like, yeah where the money go?

    [Verse 3: Pachino & Famous Dex]
    The money we spent it, we got it back (we got it)
    Talkin’ that trap, did a lot of that (yeah)
    We throwin’ out packs like a quarterback (skrrt)
    And we catchin’ that ball like a running back (nyoom)
    Talkin’ this rap shit
    You know you my son with that (that’s my lil’ nigga)
    My man got that .45, and we’ll make him jump with that (pew, pew, pew)
    He talkin’ that tough shit
    And we’ll make him run with that (pew, what)
    His bitch outside, I bet you he won’t get his lover back (oh man god damn, ooh, ha, what)

    [Verse 4: Famous Dex]
    Ha, she a thot, thot, thot, thot, huh (ooh)
    Ooh, ha, she on my cock, cock, cock (what)
    Ooh, I was trappin’ on the block, ooh (a block)
    Puttin’ dope in my sock, ooh, huh (my sock, what, ooh)
    Used to keep a Glock, ooh (ha, yeah, what)
    Red beam on the Glock, ooh, huh (oh man god damn)
    Had to stop the shit, yeah (ooh, huh)
    Had me a kid, so I had to get rich (what)
    Huh, yeah, shout out to Rich (ooh)
    Huh, that’s my brother, lil’ bitch (that’s my brother, lil’ bitch)
    What, yeah, don’t blame me
    Huh, yeah, diamonds on my teeth (my what)
    Huh, yeah, the boy wannabe
    Huh, but he can’t be like me (ha, what)

    [Outro: Famous Dex & Pachino]
    Ha, yeah
    What, yeah, ha (ha, what)
    Dexter and Chino, huh (know what the fuck goin’ on, man)
    Every time we do music, this shit go (Chino man, milli gang, CEO shit)
    Ha, Dexter and Chino, huh
    Every time we do music, this shit go
    Huh, yeah, huh, what
    Milli gang shit, ha
    DDB, bitch
    What, your bitch shit, ooh
    CEO shit, ooh, a what, yeah, yeah, huh (CEO shit, CEO shit, CEO shit)
    Milli gang shit, yeah
    DDB shit
    Yeah, know we run shit
    Yeah, know I’m done shit, yeah (we did this shit in like two minutes man, stop fuckin’ playin’)
    Know what I’m sayin’ (haha, bitch ass niggas)
    Yeah, milli gang DDB shit, you know what I’m sayin’
    Take your books out, yeah


  • Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

    [Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
    We got London on da Track
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    I need two vaults
    With the two cars
    What that coupe cost?
    Get that tool off
    What your jewels cost?
    What that coupe cost?
    I need two vaults
    I’m the new Hulk

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
    Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
    We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
    Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
    Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
    Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
    Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
    We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

    [Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
    Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
    Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
    Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
    Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
    I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
    You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
    And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
    But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
    Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
    These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
    I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
    You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
    Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
    We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
    Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
    Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
    Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
    Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
    We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

    [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
    Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
    These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
    Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
    I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
    We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
    .45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
    They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
    It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
    Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
    I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
    Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
    I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
    Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
    We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
    Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
    Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
    Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
    Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
    We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

    [Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
    Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
    I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
    But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
    Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
    Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
    Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
    Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
    65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
    Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
    Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
    Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
    Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
    Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
    Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
    We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
    Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
    Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
    Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
    Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
    We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk


  • Rae Sremmurd – Close lyrics

    [Intro: Swae Lee]
    30, you a fool for this one
    Oh, C-L-O-S-E
    Ear Drummers
    Mike WiLL Made-It

    [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
    One rope in the chain, yeah, lightin’ propane, yeah
    Dousin’ the flame, yeah, bounce for some change, yeah
    Gang can’t be tamed, yeah, ice in our veins, yeah
    Somethin’ feels strange, this cup is dangerous
    Somethin’ ain’t right, dawg (yeah), we in too easy (yeah)
    Been here all night, dawg, really, I’m tweakin’, yeah (it’s lit)
    Lookin’ to pipe some, ass in the party, look like a pageant (pop it)
    If we gon’ fight some, beat it and dash it, lawyer do magic (alright)

    [Verse 2: Swae Lee]
    Lowrider, my avenue (ooh)
    But that truck’s not up my avenue (no)
    You cried and said, “Look what you made me do” (you made me do)
    It’s not my fault that I don’t wanna end up screwed (screwed)
    And everything I’m tryna say, you beat me to it (to it)
    And all the ups and all the downs, we have been through it (through it)
    Now you’re C-L-O-S-E (you’re too close)
    You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

    [Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
    C-L-O-S-E (it’s ruined)
    You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
    C-L-O-S-E to me (it’s ruined)
    I mean, seriously, can I breathe?
    C-L-O-S-E
    You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
    You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (yeah, C-L-O-S-E)
    You’re so C-L-O-S-E (yeah)

    [Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
    Jxm, ayy
    You know I’m a dog and I can’t control it
    Wanna settle some debt but not at the moment
    I’ma stack up the cake like Obama told me
    Niggas smile in your face and they’re not your homie (too close)
    Makin’ me claustrophobic
    Bust down the AP and wet the Rollie
    Stop callin’ me “brother,” you barely know me
    Don’t tell me you love me, you gotta show me (show me you love me)
    I’m so anti (Jxm), gotta get packed to go outside (woo)
    Blowin’ on the strong like how high (blowin’ on strong)
    Haters still watch from the sideline (haters still watchin’)
    Sremm and La Flame on the incline (incline)
    Mixin’ up brands, it’s drip time (drip)
    Stuck to the plan, had to get mine (get mine)
    Stayed down and it paid off big time

    [Bridge: Swae Lee]
    So many, so many drugs
    You only get so many, so many drugs
    So many, so many drugs
    You only get so many, so many drugs
    So many, so many drugs
    You only get so many, so many drugs
    So many, so many drugs
    You only get so many, so many drugs

    [Chorus: Swae Lee]
    C-L-O-S-E (ooh)
    You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you know)
    C-L-O-S-E to me (you made me do)
    I mean, seriously, can I breathe? (Ooh)
    C-L-O-S-E (through it)
    You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (through it)
    You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re too close)
    You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)


  • Famous Dex – Light (feat. Drax Project) (Lyric Video)

    [Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

    [Verse 1: Famous Dex]
    I was thinkin’, I was chillin’, now I’m feelin’, now I’m spillin’
    I was geekin’ off a perc and I was thinkin’ we should chill for the night (we should chill for the night)
    Chill for the night (chill for the night, yeah)
    Hold on
    She say she single so we mingle, doin’ drugs we know illegal
    Baby girl, she wanna eat me like some pizza, so we cool for the night (cool for the night)
    Only one night (only one night)
    Yeah, ooh (yeah, ooh)
    And off a perky (and off a perky)
    You lookin’ good, I’m feelin’ dehydrated, feelin’ thirsty (thirsty)
    I wanna drink you, baby, hope you ain’t shy (I hope you ain’t shy, yeah)
    Don’t be shy (don’t be shy, yeah)
    Yeah, ooh
    Swear to God, girl, your man a loser (he’s a loser)
    He a goofy, he beef on computers (computers)
    I want you, baby, swear to God, I ain’t gon’ hurt you (hurt you)
    Yeah
    I might put you on the cursor, yeah

    [Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

    [Verse 2: Famous Dex]
    So I caught her at the bar, now she had a couple shots (uh, what)
    Now I take her to my crib (what else), I’ma fuck her, cuff her for the night (for the night, yeah)
    Only one night, ooh (only one night, yeah, Dexter)
    She woke up, she say, "Dex", (what), "How I get here?" (get here)
    I said, "Baby, we came up in the Lyft", (skrr), "And we got here alright" (got here alright, yeah)
    So, baby, don’t fight, ooh, yeah (baby, don’t fight, yeah)
    She lookin’ thirsty (thirsty), take a shot, a little Patrón if you thirsty (if you thirsty)
    And, baby girl, please don’t be shy, ooh (don’t be shy, yeah)
    I can see in your eyes, yeah (I can see in your eyes, yeah)
    That you want a real man like me
    You wanna hang out with a man like me
    Got diamonds on my teeth, iced out my AP, yeah
    I’m going’ crazy in the streets, yeah
    Hold on, yeah

    [Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
    You and I
    Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

    [Outro: Famous Dex]
    Ooo, ooo
    Dexter, yeah
    Hahaha


  • Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

    [Chorus: Post Malone]
    Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
    Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
    My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
    My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
    Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
    My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

    [Verse 1: Post Malone]
    You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
    Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
    Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
    Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
    I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
    30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
    Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
    Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
    And I’m like "woah"
    Man, my dash so goddamn cold
    Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
    I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
    My money thick, won’t ever fold
    She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
    And I can never tell you no

    [Chorus: Post Malone]
    Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
    Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
    My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
    My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
    Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
    My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

    [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
    The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
    We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
    Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
    You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
    Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
    Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
    Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
    Uh, take you to the smoke shop
    We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
    Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
    Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
    This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
    Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though
    All VVSs, put you in a necklace
    Girl, you look beautiful tonight
    Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

    [Chorus: Post Malone]
    Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
    Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
    My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
    My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
    Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
    My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though


  • Rich The Kid – Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd)

    [Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
    I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
    Huh
    Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
    Lil bitch

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Was up trappin’ early (early)
    She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
    My cup is so dirty (what)
    Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
    Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
    The rims of the Bentley cost 14
    Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
    My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

    [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Yeeeeahhhh
    So much green on my street like it’s Grove
    Made a lot of money on the road
    Now they book me, 10K for a show
    Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

    [Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
    Like I know the dots
    I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
    30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
    I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
    I’m a trapstar, ayy
    Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
    It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
    Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
    Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
    Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
    Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

    [Bridge: Trippie Redd]
    Yeeeeahhhh
    Early mornin’ trappin’
    Early mornin’ trappin’
    Early mornin’ trappin’
    Early mornin’ trappin’
    Early mornin’ trappin’

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Was up trappin’ early (early)
    She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
    My cup is so dirty (what)
    Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
    Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
    The rims of the Bentley cost 14
    Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
    My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

    [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Yeeeeahhhh
    So much green on my street like it’s Grove
    Made a lot of money on the road
    Now they book me, 10K for a show
    Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

    [Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
    Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
    More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
    AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
    I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
    She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
    My cup is so dirty (lean)
    You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
    I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)
    I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
    Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
    They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
    Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
    She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
    I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
    She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Was up trappin’ early (early)
    She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
    My cup is so dirty (what)
    Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
    Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
    The rims of the Bentley cost 14
    Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
    My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’

    [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Yeeeeahhhh
    So much green on my street like it’s grove
    Made a lot of money on the road
    Now they book me, 10K for a show
    Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah


  • Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip Lyrics

    [Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
    All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
    Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
    Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
    Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
    Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
    Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
    Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
    Instagram hoes wanna meet him
    If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
    Leave that bitch in the DM
    Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
    I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
    Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
    Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
    Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
    I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

    [Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
    That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
    Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
    Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
    Half a M (half a mil), no advance

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
    Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
    I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
    I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
    She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
    I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

    [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
    My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
    AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
    I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
    She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
    Don’t even trip, you know where she at
    I just want the top, I uber her back
    This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
    Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
    If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
    I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
    Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
    Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
    Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
    Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
    Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
    My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
    Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
    I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
    I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
    She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
    I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

    [Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
    Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
    Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
    Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
    Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
    Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
    She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
    Location, send it, go get her, mansion
    No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
    Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
    When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
    Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
    I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
    If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
    Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
    Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
    Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

    [Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
    That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
    Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
    Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
    Half a M (half a mil), no advance

    [Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
    Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
    I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
    I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
    She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
    Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
    I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)


  • Alex Aiono – Psycho, God’s Plan & Look Alive Mashup Lyrics

    Psycho by Post Malone

    Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
    Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
    Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
    AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
    Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
    Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
    Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

    You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
    Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
    Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
    Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
    Made my first million, I’m like, “Damn, this is it,” ayy
    30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
    And I had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
    Out the window of the Benzo, we could send in the rent’
    And I’m like “Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
    Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore
    I got homies, let it blow, oh

    God’s Plan by Drake

    She said, “Do you love me?” I tell her, “Only partly”
    I only love my bed and my momma, I’m sorry
    Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me
    81, they’ll bring the crashers to the party
    And you know me
    Turn the O2 into the O3, dog
    Without 40, Oli, there’d be no me
    Imagine if I never met the broskies, oh

    God’s plan, God’s plan
    I can’t do this on my own, on my own
    Someone watchin’ this is close, this is close
    I’ve been me since Scarlett Road

    Look Alive by BlocBoy JB

    901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive
    Yeah they came up on this side, now they on the other side
    Oh well, forget ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride
    I get racks to go outside and then I split it with the guys
    We up on the other side, so I did actin’ like we tied
    I’ve been gone since, like, July, so I did actin’ like I died

    Mixed

    Yeah they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
    They wishin’ on me
    It’s a lot of bad things
    That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
    They wishin’ on me
    Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though