• Tag Archives Betty Crocker
  • wifisfuneral – 2 Step

    [Verse 1]
    It’s the brown demon relax
    Off 3 xanax
    Had to relax
    And I’m turned up with my nina
    [?] and my body bleeding
    Diamonds dancing on my wrist like a stripper
    Bitch money’s gleamin
    Compressive [?] xans on my life
    That shit was no reason (ay)
    Fuck up out my way
    I feel posessed and in a maze
    If I’m dancing with the devil
    Hold me tight and then we stray
    Black play running through my fucking veins
    And these niggas sleepin’ on me
    [?] young nigga pay
    I ain’t with that bitch and listen
    I fuck up the pot
    Betty Crocker in the kitchen
    And if this gets disrespectful Rich Life
    Comin’ through the building
    I’mma swing up on that pussy
    Boy I’m eight round with that ridged
    Money long just like Rapunzel
    Watch him grip a fucking
    Future Trunk up in that bitch
    I’m cutting shit like it’s Freeza
    Hold up, fuck nigga, test it
    He ain’t makin’ it to the next sequel
    Hold up, fuck nigga, test it
    He ain’t makin’ it to the next sequel
    Future trunks in that bitch boy
    I’m cutting shit like it’s

    [Hook]
    Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
    Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
    Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
    Bounce with that, bounce with that, we get pounce with that (ay, ay)
    Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
    Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
    Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
    Two step it with my (ay, ay)

    [Verse 2]
    She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
    Can’t control me now
    I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
    Can’t control me now
    She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
    Can’t control me now (ay)
    Can’t control me now (damn, ay)
    Can’t control me now
    She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
    Can’t control me now
    I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
    Can’t control me now
    She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
    Can’t control me now
    I’m in that same position, never left (ay)


  • Future – Scrape lyrics

    Too real
    Screamin’ for your life
    Skr, skr, skr, skr ,skr

    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Make me have to cook it off the counter
    Make me have to serve you with the hammer
    Make me have to put it in the freezer
    Make me have to put it in the [?]
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard, came in the house is all you heard

    Cookin’ up chicken like Gladas
    Stayin’ up late on addicts
    Pullin’ up swervin’ he a [?]
    Fuck around caught me a baddie
    Cranberry cups with the matic
    Throw half a brick at Magic
    18-5 on a Monday
    I’ma renegade for the money
    Like the way I scrape that butter
    Betty Crocker sippin’ on muddy
    Straight droppin’ gon’ get floody
    Pyrex pot and the 40
    If it ain’t hot it ain’t rollin’
    Twenty four seven ain’t closin’
    They got my name at the Precinct
    Know a nigga playin’ in a sink
    Came through playin’ in a mink
    Don’t put the fan on it’s gon’ shrink
    I put a lot bans on another wrist
    Got a lotta bans on me outta drench
    I got re-rock on me got fish
    I got kilo cuban on my wrist
    I started drinkin, then I made a hit
    I got my far and my work and my syrup
    I got my raps and keep goin’
    You see me just splashin’ and play wit that girl you already know what goin’ go

    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Make me have to cook it off the counter
    Make me have to serve you with the hammer
    Make me have to put it in the freezer
    Make me have to put it in the [?]
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Splash splash is all you heard, came in the house is all you heard

    I just whipped up new Celine
    I just whipped up new Maserati truck
    Cookin’ by the sink with the fire up
    Burned down the house call the fire truck
    All Bape got me scrapin’ louder
    Might even take a lil longer
    Took a few loses with the cane
    My hammer made me stronger
    Right for the door, count up the four
    We ran outta sandwich bags, go get some more
    You ain’t put in the work and you homeless
    I stash the work in the Honda
    Ever mix to keep it one hunnid
    Came in the house and its all you heard
    Splash splash is all you heard
    Whippin’ cocaine is all you heard
    Splash splash all you heard
    Count up the cash is all you heard

    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
    Make me have to cook it off the counter
    Make me have to serve you with the hammer
    Make me have to put it in the freezer
    Make me have to put it in the [?]
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
    Splash splash is all you heard, came in the house is all you heard


  • Jeezy – Going Crazy

    Heard that new Jizzle, boy he going crazy
    Dropped some new s**t got them going crazy
    Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
    Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy
    Real ni**as at the spot and they was going crazy
    Real ni**as bang up top you know we going crazy
    Young Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
    When they play this at the spot you know they going crazy

    Said I’m just that ni**a, I’m just that ni**a
    And this is me talking, it ain’t the liquor
    Diamonds in my damn chain, I’m going crazy
    I talk to your bi**h like a politician
    Told her give me brain, take me
    You know that you’re the one try some new things
    You know she ate it up just like a cutter board
    I’m counting old paper, call it dinosaur
    Gotta….then gotta….to Fresno
    Said she like the taste, she drinking light Prosecco
    I’m killing with the field I’m Charlie Manson
    Exactly what you want, I’m strapped and handsome

    Montana from the block got em going crazy
    My youngings slanging white like it’s still the 80’s
    You claim that you the realest when your watch fugazy
    Show me whose your jeweler man, that boy crazy
    She tried to charge me for the box man, shawty crazy
    I ain’t tryna blow your spot up but this s**t is crazy
    All I wanted was a mil and a new Mercedes
    Now I’m jumping on these ni**as like the new McGrady
    White House, black Rollie
    In South Bronx they know me
    You can’t talk, gotta show em
    The brown bags, ya own em
    Take these then call me
    That brain freeze ain’t on me
    You can’t hate, can’t hold me
    I whip foreigns like I stole em

    The smoke up by my weed got…serious
    She thinking we together? She delirious
    From the cradle to the grave, the cradle to the grave
    Who made this beat? A sound like me it tailor made
    You know I’m in that bi**h just like expensive suits, money
    Bi**h I’m in that mansion just like the Yeezy boots
    I got rich off butter…that Betty Crocker
    It ain’t my fault just like I’m Silkk The Shocker


  • Tory Lanez – Blue Jay Season letras

    [Verse 1]
    Yeah, I heard word around town is I’m poppin’ off
    Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down
    Just invested in two choppers and they on me now
    Bitch all you hear was ‘grr grr’ when I’m hopin’ out
    Put them bitches in a Range Rover
    Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes
    Niggas running for that paper like Usain Bolt
    You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that’s how the game go
    You know how that saying go, girl you know I’m poppin’ off
    Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now
    If you wit it you gon’ meet me at the lobby now
    Say you not girl I know that you are probably down
    Now what you talkin’ bout?

    [Bridge]
    What you talkin’ bout?
    Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
    What you talkin’ bout?
    Never do we get in town but tonight feels
    [Hook]
    Like the blue jays
    New Toronto bitch we ballin’ on your blu-rays
    I’ve been mobbin’ round the city for like two days
    Stashin’ all this dirty money in a suit case, woah

    [Verse 2]
    Don’t you know that we got plenty choppers
    Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker
    Niggas say that they gon’ rob me bitch don’t make me stop you
    Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he died don’t let it drive you
    Hit G Weed on the cellphone
    Make that call from Compton they’ll be out on Melrose
    Train shooters and they down to touch the railroad
    He ain’t down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah
    That shit tell you that I’m poppin’ off
    When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain’t no talkin’ now
    Hater niggas talkin’ payments but I brought in wild
    Reason why we not pull up them bitches hoppin’ out
    Now what you talkin’ bout?

    [Bridge]
    What you talkin’ bout?
    Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
    What you talkin’ bout?
    Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

    [Outro]
    Never do we ever get the time, never seen again, right
    Now I want the time, today I got the time, right
    I’m down south, east Atlanta, Georgia
    And I’m ridin’ yeah, and I’m rollin’ yeah
    To the train outside, old balls, strip clubs down dirty C’s yeah
    And I’m rollin’ yeah
    I’m downtown, west [?]
    Rollin’ yeah