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  • Lil Xan – Like Me Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Xanarchy
    So heart broke
    I ain’t dead yet
    Yeah

    [Chorus]
    Louis V, gold teeth
    Gucci bag full of lean
    Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
    Saint Lauren, smoke weed
    Louis V, gold teeth
    Gucci bag full of lean
    Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
    Saint Lauren, smoke weed

    [Verse 1]
    Hey hold, bring the fucking Rover
    Y’all thought I was fucking sober
    Double cup yeah I’m poured up
    And I’ma do this shit til it’s over
    Air Force One, Nike-Nike on my feet
    Asian women love me, my dick inside their tummy
    You be on that fake shit
    Talking ’bout how lame he is
    I was at the corner store
    Trying to fuck a couple whores

    [Refrain]
    But it’s okay, but it’s okay
    But it’s okay, but it’s okay
    Cause foreign groupies giving dome is A-okay (A-okay)
    Cause foreign groupies giving dome is A-okay
    But it’s okay, but it’s okay
    But it’s okay, but it’s okay
    Cause foreign groupies giving dome is A-okay (A-okay)
    Cause foreign groupies giving dome is A-okay

    [Chorus]
    Louis V, gold teeth
    Gucci bag full of lean
    Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
    Saint Lauren, smoke weed
    Louis V, gold teeth
    Gucci bag full of lean
    Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
    Saint Lauren, smoke weed
    Yeah, smoke weed
    Yeah, smoke weed

    [Verse 2]
    Life’s a movie like I’m Spike Lee, yeah
    I don’t care, I don’t care if you like me
    Pouring up in my iced tea, yeah
    In a foreign with your motherfuckin’ wifey
    I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
    I don’t care, I don’t care if you motherfucking like me
    I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
    I don’t care, I don’t care if you motherfucking like me
    I’ve been running like a marathon, ayy
    Making hits like I’m Barry Bonds, ayy
    I’m writing songs til I’m like LeBron, yeah
    I’m rocking Louis and some Saint Lauren

    [Chorus]
    Louis V, gold teeth
    Gucci bag full of lean
    Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
    Saint Lauren, smoke weed
    Louis V, gold teeth
    Gucci bag full of lean
    Balenciaga, fuck a Prada
    Saint Lauren, smoke weed
    Yeah, smoke weed
    Yeah, smoke weed
    Yeah, smoke weed


  • Kodak Black – Bill And Jill Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Alright, I got, I know how I’mma start this
    Yeah, when we link up, man, we legendary

    [Verse]
    They be hatin’, they be lyin’ on me, too
    Got a tiger and a lion on me, too
    All this Gucci got me lookin’ like a zoo
    All this water like I’m divin’ in a pool
    Yeah, all this jewelry, swear to God that I’m a jewel
    They want me stuck back in the projects like I’m glue
    I be slidin’ with my 5 ’cause I’m too cool
    I put your head right on a platter, now you food
    She said if I don’t keep bein’ lit, she swear it’s over
    She told me if I stop bein’ rich, she swear it’s over
    My nigga be jellin’, he be hatin’, and I know it
    He ain’t never tell me, he don’t say it, but he show it
    Dyryk, don’t you stop the beat, my nigga, keep goin’
    Dyryk, don’t you stop the beat on me, just keep recordin’
    I’m finanglin’ and wanglin’, finessin’ gettin’ boring
    Bought my mom a new three story ’cause we made it out the storm
    We got chefs now, doin’ better now, feelin’ warm
    Bought my mom two billy goats, but we gon’ eat it if we starvin’
    Take a shit right out the door, ’cause I can, and this my yard
    Perpendicular my perimeter, all these acres like a farm
    And I’ll be honest, I’m the G.O.A.T., I was born right in the barn
    Woke up feelin’ like it, dropped 100 on the Audemars
    Cash for gold, I got a pot gold, look like leprechaun
    I be hittin’, hidin’, run up, nigga, on Barry Bonds
    Bombs of a badass, Sniper Gang Taliban
    Ain’t never had no damn dad, just my brother and my mom
    Bringin’ tears to her eyes, I make her cry like it’s fun
    I threw away my life a thousand times, but not no more, it’s done
    I’m out here packin’ out on Valentine’s, I’m thuggin’ ’cause it’s fun
    Make yo’ daughter cry on Valentine’s, that lovin’ shit be dumb
    I’m a cowboy for real, my momma call me Bill
    Bought her a new crib with a shark and a eel
    Look at all the trill, I’m spreadin’ Gonorrhea
    I was shittin’ on the last year, now I diarrhea
    All this ice around my wrist, I got the chill
    That’s why I bought this ice, it’s just so I could chill
    She be barfin’ on my dick, I be like “Ew”
    I need a heart transplant so I could feel
    I drop diamonds on my ear so I could hear
    She be gobblin’ on my dick just like a meal
    I dropped six thousand on my pupils, now my vision clear
    Fuck Bonnie and Clyde, she say if I’m Bill, then she Jill
    On a pill, holdin’ on a seal
    On a pill, rollin’ off a pill
    I’m on a pill, I need Xans for real
    You turn me on, I love them sexy heels
    I’m a grim reaper, make a pussy nigga pay a due
    Before I was on BET, I already made the news
    I’m pullin’ tricks, brick go ka-poof like Houdini, who
    I be swaggin’, you think I know magic, you think I do voodoo
    More stripes than Adidas, I ain’t human, I’m a creature
    My brother, he a Z, that’s my zebra
    And we havin’ more stripes than Adidas
    Fuck the money, nigga, if I don’t like you, we can’t do no features
    Fuck the teacher, I be breakin’ rules
    Fuck the teacher, they kicked me outta school
    Jumped out on that fu, then I peeled off in a coupe
    Paint the color orange, so I peel off like a fruit
    All the money look like soup, I be gettin’ to the stew
    Valentine’s Day, but I don’t love you, April Fool’s
    Banana clip on my pack, so I be Bathing Ape
    I’m a monkey, got me swingin’ with my tool, goin’ orangutan


  • SOB X RBE – Carpoolin’

    [Intro]
    Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

    [Verse 1: DaBoii]
    Bitch!
    Get off on who you mad at
    Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
    Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
    Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
    Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
    Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
    He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
    Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
    Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
    Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
    8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
    Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
    Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
    Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
    John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
    Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze
    If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
    Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
    Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
    Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
    B-b-b-bitch
    Yeah, and we is not playin’
    You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
    Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
    Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
    House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
    All the eyes on us, but we not cable
    Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
    Niggas wanna play? Game on ‘cause we not playful

    [Verse 2: Slimmy B]
    B-b-b-bitch
    Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
    All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?
    All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
    High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
    I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
    Nobody else, then I know God got me
    Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
    And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
    I’ll set it off in this bitch
    Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
    Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
    Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
    Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
    Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
    This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
    Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
    LV and Gucci had to mismatch
    And for the right price, you can get your bitch back
    Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
    Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
    Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
    Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
    All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
    But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
    [?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up
    When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
    Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
    And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up
    Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
    Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
    Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
    And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up

    [Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
    First off, suck a nigga dick
    Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
    Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
    If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
    Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
    Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
    Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
    Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
    I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
    I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
    You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
    Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
    If not, I don’t give a fuck
    I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
    Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
    Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
    Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
    You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
    You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
    Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
    I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
    I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
    I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
    Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
    All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
    Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
    I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
    Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
    And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
    Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
    And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

    [Outro]
    RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch


  • Future & Young Thug – All Da Smoke

    [Intro: Future & Young Thug]
    You it, I’m it, everybody it
    We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
    We want, I want smoke
    We want all the smoke
    Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
    We leaning, facts
    Yeah
    Slatt

    [Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
    Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
    Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
    Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
    Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
    Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
    I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
    I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
    I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
    Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
    Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
    Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
    Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
    Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
    Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
    My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
    We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
    Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

    [Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
    We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
    We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
    We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
    We want all the smoke (huh)

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    This money turning me on, ayy
    This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
    I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
    Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
    Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
    Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
    Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
    Having a private party, you know how that go
    Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
    I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
    I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
    I missed a couple shows for my deal
    If I could take it back I will
    And don’t you take that to the head
    You know I got you in my will
    Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
    Make the dope do the windmill
    Nigga swing through Actavis
    In a corner too, I’m killed
    And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
    I told my bitch, no more ass shots
    She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
    My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
    Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
    Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
    I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
    Hit it from the back (kill it)
    Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
    How you dig that?
    Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy

    [Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
    We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
    We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
    We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
    We want all the smoke

    [Outro: Young Thug]
    We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
    We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
    We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
    We want all the smoke


  • THEY. – What You Want

    [Verse 1]
    We was from the North side, went to Georgetown
    Good genes got you thick on, like, both sides
    Head down, big stuff like oh my
    Ever since you moved to California
    You ain’t been the same, you ain’t been the same
    Know you think you slick, but I know the way
    Young nigga rich, you know what it takes
    You know how to get it

    [Pre-Hook]
    What you want from me? You know who I am
    I take what I get, that’s just how I am
    Give it all to me, I know what you did
    Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

    [Hook]
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    You think you’re slick, but I like it
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    You think you’re slick, but I like it
    That’s okay, that’s alright

    [Verse 2]
    You the one that gon’ act like you don’t know who we are
    We the only niggas in here who could buy the bar
    Throw them ass and titties, they gon’ get you very far
    Knock them out the park, you got the juice like Barry Bonds
    Lord, you got them blessings, girl, you know just who you are
    You could get it better, bring it back, I swear to God
    We can make a movie, girl, and you could be the star
    Fly you out the country just to hit that ass abroad

    [Pre-Hook]
    What you want from me? You know who I am
    I take what I get, that’s just how I am
    Give it all to me, I know what you did
    Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

    [Hook]
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    You think you’re slick, but I like it
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    You think you’re slick, but I like it
    That’s okay, that’s alright


  • THEY. – What You Want

    [Verse 1]
    We was from the North side, went to Georgetown
    [?]
    Head down, big stuff like oh my
    Ever since you moved to California
    You ain’t been the same, you ain’t been the same
    Know you think you sweet but I know you ain’t
    [?], you know what it takes
    You know how to get it

    [Pre-Hook]
    What you want from me? You know who I am
    I take what I get, that’s just how I am
    Give it all to me, I know what you did
    Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

    [Hook]
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    You think you’re slick, but I like you
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    You think you’re slick, but I like you
    That’s okay, that’s alright

    [Verse 2]
    You the one that gon’ act like you don’t know who we are
    We the only niggas in here who could buy the bar
    Throw them matching titties, they gon’ get you very far
    Knock them out the bar, you got the juice like Barry Bonds
    Lord, you got them blessings, girl, you know just who you are
    You could get it better, bring it back, I swear to God
    We can make a movie, girl, and you could be the star
    Fly you out the country just to hit that ass abroad

    [Pre-Hook]
    What you want from me? You know who I am
    I take what I get, that’s just how I am
    Give it all to me, I know what you did
    Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

    [Hook]
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    You think you’re slick, but I like it
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    That’s okay, that’s alright
    You think you’re slick, but I like it
    That’s okay, that’s alright


  • RiFF RaFF – Care Free (Balloween Album) letras

    [Hook]
    Give me one chance, I’ma take it
    Give me one move, I could play again
    So I could be care free
    So I could be care free
    I could be care free, yeah
    I could be care free
    Who’s gonna watch over me
    So I could be care free

    [Verse: RiFF RAFF]
    Big plans, holograms
    Big jewels, big dreams in the candy yam
    [?] sliced like ham
    I’m on, I’m okay now
    Let the top down on the good side of town
    I’m just diamond mouth
    I’m just five car garages three story house
    Flash back I had to sit in corner, time out (Time out mister)
    Now the neighbor ask me to come over [?]
    I sleep on ‘sace couch
    I’m a chef now, arms look like two swans (They do)
    Oh shit look who it is, the white Barry Bonds
    In front yard jacuzzi with the new broad (She naked)
    Watch over me so I could be care free
    I could be care free

    [Hook]
    Give me one chance, I’ma take it
    Give me one move, I could play again
    So I could be care free
    So I could be care free
    I could be care free, yeah
    I could be care free
    Who’s gonna watch over me
    So I could be care free

    [Hook]
    Give me one chance, I’ma take it
    Give me one move, I could play again
    So I could be care free
    So I could be care free
    I could be care free, yeah
    I could be care free
    Who’s gonna watch over me
    So I could be care free


  • Zaytoven – Havin It (feat. Future) (Where Would The Game Be Without Me Mixtape) letras

    [Intro: Maceo + (Future)]
    Yeah, hey
    (We really havin’ paper)
    Lil Mexico shit nigga
    (I’m talkin’ bout we havin’ real bands in this shit, you dig?)

    [Hook: Future]
    Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
    We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
    I got a check and I’m havin’ it
    I got a check and I’m havin’ it
    I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
    I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
    You drank and havin’ no check
    You basically havin’ no check
    And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
    And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
    We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
    Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks
    [Verse 1: Future]
    Fuck all that social media, I leave it up to the kids
    We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six
    I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick
    Lionel Richie to a bad bitch
    50,000 on a bad bitch
    Keep a .5 in a mattress
    Fuck that bitch, she a savage
    Gold digger, she a savage
    I’ma pass her to the savage
    Tom Fords on everyday
    Upper Echelon everyday
    Get the funds on everyday
    I cash out, no layaway
    Real one, no fame daddy
    We gon’ get into all the fame daddy
    Patek Phillipe in the plane daddy
    Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy
    Styrofoams and some red bottoms
    50,000, the feds got it
    Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds
    Pop a seal, hope you feel better

    [Bridge: Future]
    She never seeks, I sign on
    Fully loaded, that Scion
    I grinded up, you just payin’ off
    I’m blood money like the Phantom
    I swear that this voucher could dance on you
    Murder squad, I stand on you
    No facade, I stand on you
    I swear to God I stand on you

    [Hook: Future]
    Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
    We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
    I got a check and I’m havin’ it
    I got a check and I’m havin’ it
    I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
    I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
    You drank and havin’ no check
    You basically havin’ no check
    And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
    And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
    We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
    Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks

    [Verse 2: Maceo]
    You can tell I’m havin’ bitch, I ain’t gotta manage it
    All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
    We rockin’ red diamonds, you rockin’ the rhinestones
    Act’ in my styrofoam, I’m gettin’ my grind on
    These niggas just hate that I’m gettin’ it
    Well fuck it, I sold out the citadel
    Some of these gas bags and the trash bags
    Got you wonderin’ where the stash at
    We robbin’ (?) no handgun
    I’ma put on for my day one
    Real come get, no Akon
    Pink grass look like Barry Bonds
    You think I ain’t back with a check?
    You think I ain’t got no finesse?
    You think my niggas ain’t killers?
    You think that my niggas won’t aim at your head?
    Drop a check on you, you a plate now
    Right price, you get ate now
    Whole city know I’m havin’ it
    Bands in and I’m taxin’ it

    [Hook: Future]
    Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
    We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
    I got a check and I’m havin’ it
    I got a check and I’m havin’ it
    I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
    I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
    You drank and havin’ no check
    You basically havin’ no check
    And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
    And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
    We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
    Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks

    [Bridge: Future]
    She never seeks, I sign on
    Fully loaded, that Scion
    I grinded up, you just payin’ off
    I’m blood money like the Phantom
    I swear that this voucher could dance on you
    Murder squad, I stand on you
    No facade, I stand on you
    I swear to God I stand on you