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  • Young Thug – Bad Bad Bad Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Wheezy outta here

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
    Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
    Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
    I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah
    You my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
    But I can’t fuck with you like I want ’cause you ratted
    Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band’
    And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin’ on her
    Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
    I can buy the buildin’
    I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
    I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains
    Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin’
    All of the rides got grenade ceilings
    Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

    [Verse 2: Lil Baby]
    Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin’
    I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
    Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide which
    Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
    Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
    Street chose me, I ain’t never had to sign up
    Then we hittin’ bitches in the group, I make ’em line up
    Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, nigga, get back
    Real dopeboy, don’t know how to work a CashApp
    How many you got? I’ll send it ‘lone, bring the cash out
    I been sippin’ lean, ’bout to pee ’til I pass out
    Went to sleep ‘partment, woke up in the paradise
    Niggas stealin’ drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
    They don’t even speak but I can see I got ’em terrified
    Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
    Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
    Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
    Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
    Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
    No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
    I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
    I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
    And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

    [Outro: Young Thug]
    Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
    I ain’t doin’ no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
    We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
    I ain’t goin’ to a house for a meetin’, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
    Pull up in a truck, any season
    Niggas never comin’ out, then we leavin’
    How could nigga take a loss if he leavin’?
    Quickly take off like I’m LeBron


  • Lil Mosey – Bust Down Cartier Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ooh, ooh
    Yeah
    Mosey-Mosey you made this?

    [Chorus]
    She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
    Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
    Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
    Getting bands today (Bands)
    Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
    She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
    Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
    Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
    Getting bands today (Bands)
    Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

    [Verse 1]
    I can’t stop fuckin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Gang, gang)
    Me and my niggas shootin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Boom, grrr)
    Hard knocks too and I know they can’t have it, yeah
    Got some stars on the roof, ’cause you know I had to grab it
    Gucci on my waist, Burberry headband
    Punch him in the face, yeah, we on his head, man
    Two-tone splashin’ all this water, feel like a snow-man
    I done broke away ’cause he still a broke man (Broke bitch)

    [Chorus]
    She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
    Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
    Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
    Getting bands today (Bands)
    Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
    She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
    Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
    Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
    Getting bands today (Bands)
    Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

    [Verse 2]
    V12, bad bitch and she ridin’ with no seatbelt (Lil’ bitch)
    BM, I’m the type, stop askin’ for details
    Might just re-up, takin’ change, feel like Griezmann
    I still pop Xans, but I said I ain’t need them, uh-huh
    Pop a bean, have her over here in the outer space
    Pull up with my niggas, let it shine like L.A
    Left my old city to the wood to get a K
    Youngest nigga, they gon’ have see to it my way (My way)

    [Chorus]
    She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
    Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
    Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
    Getting bands today (Bands)
    Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
    Since yesterday, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
    She’s just a date, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
    Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
    Getting bands today (Bands)
    Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

    [Outro]
    Now I’m heavy


  • Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing

    [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
    Please don’t hit me in my DM
    Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
    I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
    Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
    Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
    If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
    I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
    Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
    Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
    I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
    Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing, yeah

    [Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
    Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
    How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
    Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
    Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
    When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
    She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
    Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
    I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
    Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
    My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
    Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
    Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
    Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing, yeah


  • Mariah Carey – Giving Me Life Lyrics

    [Intro: Mariah Carey]
    Hey, baby, what’s happenin’? How you doin’?
    We can make it, baby, me and you
    (Me and you, me and you, me and you, me and you)
    It wasn’t really, wasn’t really
    It wasn’t really much at all
    It wasn’t really

    [Verse 1: Mariah Carey]
    So, it’s summertime, lil splash a wine
    And forget about it
    If you’re so inclined, let’s take a ride tonight
    So, then maybe if the stars align
    We’ll fix our minds on another tangent
    And it’s kinda like impossible to top this at all

    [Chorus: Mariah Carey]
    Giving me life and it’s everything
    Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
    Feelin’ myself like I’m Norma Jeane
    Here in my arms is where you should be

    [Post-Chorus: Mariah Carey]
    It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really much
    It wasn’t really much at all
    It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really
    Wasn’t really much at all

    [Verse 2: Mariah Carey]
    Oh, my philosophy
    Doesn’t quite apply to you and me
    But I won’t think too much
    So, come on and feel my touch
    It wasn’t really much at all
    Just a little sensitivity, yeah that’s all
    Here in my heart is where you should be
    Ooh, you are

    [Chorus: Mariah Carey]
    Giving me life and it’s everything
    Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
    Livin’ like Babs ’cause it’s evergreen
    Here in my arms is where you should be

    [Post-Chorus: Mariah Carey & Slick Rick]
    It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really much
    It wasn’t really much at all (It really wasn’t)
    It wasn’t really, it wasn’t really (The Ruler)
    Wasn’t really much at all

    [Verse 3: Slick Rick]
    Wassup, ma? Hush, got fly
    Here’s a quest, why you left? Was it my messed up eye? Why?
    Reminisce, wannabe, huh?
    See, hon, followed sheep from once the first chick
    Clark Wallabees on (Beep, beep)
    Swag, honey drip, spendin’ some time
    Remember them rhymes?
    Your gold fronts looked better than mines did
    Was ecstasy, poundin’ in the BM
    Clownin’ me and that was way before wore gowns and the skin’
    Givin’ me life

    [Chorus: Mariah Carey & Slick Rick]
    Giving me life and it’s everything (Mariah Carey)
    Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
    Feelin’ myself like I’m Norma Jeane (La, la, la-la)
    Here in my arms is where you should be (Where you should be)
    Ooh, you are giving me life (Giving me life)
    And it’s everything (Everything)
    Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
    (Thinkin’ ’bout when we were)
    Livin’ like Babs ’cause it’s evergreen (‘Cause it’s evergreen)
    Here in my arms is where you should be
    Ooh, you are giving me life and it’s everything
    (Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
    Thinkin’ ’bout when we were seventeen
    (Got me thinkin’ bout’ when we were, yeah, yeah)
    (Wasn’t really much at all)
    Feeling myself like I’m Norma Jeane
    (Said, I’m feeling myself like I’m)
    (Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
    Here in my arms is where you should be (Right here in my arms)
    (Wasn’t really much at all)
    Giving me life and it’s everything

    It was a stone groove, my man
    You are the most righteous
    Yeah, right, just get the fuck out
    (Get the fuck out, get the fuck out
    Get the fuck out, get the fuck out)

    [Outro: Mariah Carey]
    Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
    Giving me life and it’s all (Giving me life)
    Giving me life, da-da-da, yeah (Yeah, givin’, givin’ me life)
    Giving me life and it’s all (Wasn’t really much at all, much at all)
    (Giving me life)
    Giving me life and it’s all (Wasn’t really, wasn’t really)
    Giving me life and it’s all
    Giving me life and it’s all
    Giving me life and it’s all
    Giving me life and it’s all
    Giving me life and it’s all
    Whoa, whoa-whoa
    Giving me life and it’s all
    Oh, giving me life and it’s all


  • Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

    [Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    We the Best Music!
    You gotta feel that beat
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    Another one
    I wanna rock with you
    DJ Khaled!

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    I’ve been looking for a BM
    ‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
    Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
    And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
    I need a one, two, three-some
    I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
    Feel that beat (that beat), baby
    Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

    [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
    ‘Cause I want a fatty on me
    ‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
    Don’t mind, take your time on me
    Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
    Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
    I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
    So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    And my pad on the East Side, B side
    Now you down like a beach towel
    I, want the breakfast in bed
    Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
    Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
    And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
    We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

    [Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
    I need a fatty on me
    I keep a Magnum on me
    Don’t pack 24 karats
    Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
    Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
    And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
    ‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Bridge: Chris Brown]
    Good morning, my moses
    French toast and French kiss is what I want
    Yeah, Folgers, stay over
    Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
    You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
    Up in that bag, already packed
    Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
    Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
    My house, place, place

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Outro: Michael Jackson]
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    Share that beat of love
    I wanna rock with you


  • T-Pain – Boo’d Up (T-Mix) Lyrics

    [Intro: T-Pain]
    This shit been overdue
    I’m still not over you, oh
    This shit been overdue
    It’s a T-Mix, baby

    [Verse 1: T-Pain]
    They be like, “How many songs can you make about a booty?”
    Like a thousand, ooh girl, you gon’ learn today, come get this poundin’
    I’m not finished, I’ma hit it in the shower
    So get that thang tooted, booted, ready to get into it
    I’m out here, babe
    You fuck with lame-o’s (you fuck with lame-o’s)
    They just copy me (they copy), they work at Kinko’s (they work at Kinko’s)
    Tell your big friend come give me them cankles (gimme the booty)
    Tell her her eyes and her legs gon’ be in back of her head
    Now, I can’t even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
    I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
    Say you got a man, that don’t even look right
    But I know you be creepin’, girl, I see you tonight (yeah)
    Just give me 30 minutes, baby, I’ll be on the way (I’m on the way)
    To keep that pussy on display (yeah)
    You think I’m gettin’ boo’d up, baby, oh no, not today (not today)
    I’m ’bout to bust it out the frame (woah)
    Dick dancin’ everywhere, I do the Balls Johnson (yeah)
    Dick you down, take you ’round, got you mall hoppin’ (yeah)
    You been ballin’, baby, this ain’t even called shoppin’ (yeah)
    Money get you wet, diamonds get your drawers droppin’

    [Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
    Ooh, boo, boo
    You remind me of my ’62, I see them subwoofers jumpin’
    Between them thighs like shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (BlocBoy)
    Shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (yeah)
    Ooh
    Wouldn’t mind gettin’ all up in you
    Girl, I’m ’bout to have you runnin’
    I ain’t speakin’ nothin’ but the truth
    Ooh, ooh, ooh

    [Chorus: T-Pain]
    I like the way you make that bottom toot up
    She make that bottom toot up
    I like the way you make that bottom toot up
    She make that bottom
    I just wanna see you make that bottom toot up
    She make that bottom toot up
    Make that bottom toot up
    She make that bottom, I just wanna see you

    [Verse 2: Ella Mai]
    Yeah, feelings, so deep in my feelings
    No, this ain’t really like me
    Can’t control my anxiety
    Feeling, like I’m touching the ceiling
    When I’m with you I can’t breathe
    Boy you do something to me

    [Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do

    [Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
    Ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

    [Verse 3: Ella Mai]
    Oh how, how many ways can I say that I need you, baby, it’s true
    I think I might die without you
    Feeling all over my body
    You know how I like it
    Ain’t gotta tell you what to do, yeah yeah

    [Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do

    [Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
    Ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

    [Verse 4: Ella Mai]
    Head over heels in love
    Right in front of you, ain’t gotta look no more baby (hah)
    I wanna build this love
    And everything you want, you ain’t gotta ask for
    You got me boo’d up, boo’d up
    Boo’d up, boo’d up
    Told you from the jump I’m the one to choose
    Ya got me boo’d up, boo’d up
    Boo’d up, boo’d up
    Grab me by the waist baby, pull me closer

    [Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do

    [Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
    Ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

    [Outro: Ella Mai]
    This is such a crazy feeling, like
    I don’t want to get too attached, but
    I feel like I already am
    My mind’s telling me one thing, but
    I guess I should listen to my heart
    Right?


  • Diplo – Worry No More (feat. Lil Yachty & Santigold)

    [Intro: Lil Yachty]
    I don’t worry no more

    [Verse 1: Santigold]
    Still asking where my money now
    Like a walk in a park, got in love and I’m rollin’ up
    He ain’t reachin’, zip it first
    I got friends I got money, got no worries ’til it all dry up
    And I can make you rain
    Wash away the pain and a thousand BM up
    Shit, I know what you mean
    Ever mind is not the cash when I’m feeling love

    [Chorus: Lil Yachty]
    I don’t wanna worry no more
    I just wanna ball like the big leagues
    I just want a nice house on the shore
    I just want a big house like Gatsby
    So catch me if you can
    I’m chasing after my dreams
    I wanna be the man
    I wanna be the star on the scene

    Cause I don’t wanna worry no more
    I just wanna ball like the big league
    I just want a nice house on the shore
    I just want a big house like Gatsby
    So catch me if you can
    I’m chasing after my dreams
    I wanna be the man
    I gonna be the star on the scene

    [Verse 2: Santigold]
    Tell you what I’m chasing something never was
    Reach that 40 ain’t got one to pull me up
    Feeling fancy, kicking in I know I can’t stop
    I [?] he know where I was
    Give me some time, meet me up and give me love
    And money make me that I never let enough
    You Keep the fame, keep the phone and came up plus
    Keep on dreaming, keep on rising high above

    [Chorus: Lil Yachty]
    I don’t wanna worry no more
    I just wanna ball like the big leagues
    I just want a nice house on the shore
    I just want a big house like Gatsby
    So catch me if you can
    I’m chasing after my dreams
    I wanna be the man
    I wanna be the star on the scene

    [Bridge: Lil Yachty]
    I don’t wanna worry no more
    I just wanna ball like the big leagues
    I just want a nice house on the shore
    I just want a big house like Gatsby
    So catch me if you can
    I’m chasing after my dreams
    I wanna be the man
    I wanna be the star on the scene

    [Chorus: Lil Yachty]
    I don’t wanna worry no more
    I just wanna ball like the big leagues
    I just want a nice house on the shore
    I just want a big house like Gatsby
    So catch me if you can
    I’m chasing after my dreams
    I wanna be the man
    I wanna be the star on the scene


  • Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

    [Verse]
    I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
    I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
    I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
    My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
    It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
    Do your homework, or I beat with it
    I get reckless nigga
    I don’t leave my team waiting
    I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
    And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
    I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
    I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
    I got a son now, my little baby two
    I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
    I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
    Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
    Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
    A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
    Every show I do now look like the Apollo
    Shawty said she love me
    Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
    Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
    Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
    Yah, going up, talk with Nene
    Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
    You will never catch me tryna dab
    I be posted on the slab, selling slab
    I just bought a new Glock, generation four
    Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
    Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
    Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
    Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
    I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
    Almost threw away my life
    I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
    Thugging with my res on
    I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
    I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
    Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
    I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
    I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
    Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
    Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
    My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
    So I advise you find you something safe to do
    Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
    If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
    Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
    On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
    I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
    I just got me a brand new glizzy
    And I put a green bean in it


  • KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

    Wicked or weakness
    You gotta see this…
    Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

    Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
    Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
    But now I’m countin’ this
    Parmesan where my accountant lives
    In fact, I’m downin’ this
    D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
    Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
    Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
    I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
    Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
    A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
    Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
    If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
    If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
    My left stroke just went viral
    Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
    Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
    It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
    Be humble (bitch)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
    Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
    (Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
    (Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

    Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
    Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
    Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
    I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
    I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
    Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
    Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
    Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
    This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
    I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
    I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
    I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
    This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
    Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
    If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
    I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
    Be humble (bitch)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
    Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
    (Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
    (Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)


  • Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

    [Intro]
    Wicked or weakness
    You gotta see this
    Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

    [Verse 1]
    Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
    Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
    But now I’m countin’ this
    Parmesan where my accountant lives
    In fact, I’m downin’ this
    D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
    Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
    Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
    I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
    Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
    A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
    Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
    If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
    If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
    My left stroke just went viral
    Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
    Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
    It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

    [Chorus]
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
    Be humble (bitch)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
    Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
    (Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
    (Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

    [Verse 2]
    Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
    Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
    Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
    I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
    I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
    Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
    Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
    Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
    This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
    I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
    I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
    I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
    This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
    Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
    If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
    I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

    [Chorus]
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
    Be humble (bitch)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
    Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
    (Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
    (Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)


  • Humble – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

    Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – Humble

    Wicked or weakness
    You gotta see this
    Waaaaaaay (yeah, yeahhh!)(humble.)

    Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
    Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
    But now I’m countin’ this
    Parmesan where my accountant lives
    In fact, I’m downin’ this
    D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
    Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
    Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
    I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
    Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
    A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
    Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
    If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
    If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
    My left stroke just went viral
    Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
    Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
    It’s levels to it, you and I know, b*tch, be humble.

    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
    Be humble (b*tch)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
    Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
    (Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humble)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up).

    Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
    Get the f*ck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
    Get the f*ck off my dick, that ain’t right
    I make a play f*ckin’ up your whole life
    I’m so f*ckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
    Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
    Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
    Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
    This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
    I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
    I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
    I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
    This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
    Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
    If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
    I’m the realest nigga after all, b*tch, be humble.

    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
    Be humble (b*tch)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
    Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down versuri-lyrics.info
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humbleee
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
    (Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humbleee)
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
    (Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ uppp).
    Kendrick Lamar lyrics
    Video Kendrick Lamar


  • Future – Keep Quiet (Hndrxx Album)

    From the club to the telly, on the floor
    You better not wake them neighbors
    You better not wake them neighbors, girl

    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    Don’t tell nobody
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    ‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    Don’t tell nobody
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    ‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

    Fell in love, she done got attached
    Love to tell it, we a perfect match
    Go to Paris, do the dashboard
    See the wheel on the right side
    Got her driving on the wrong side
    Thought we was driving on the wrong side
    Out the country for a couple months
    I gotta keep the goals out of line
    Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine
    Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
    We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine
    Rude girl, you the right sign
    You the right kind, this the right time
    We can kick it off and go to iceline
    You see they bitin’ like Tyson
    VVS’ wasn’t given to me
    And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you
    No confessions, you can book the suite
    I might even let you book the villa
    Call me up and let me get right
    Chains swinging, this a pair of ice
    Maintain, go to paradise
    I’m a send for you, book the last flight

    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    Don’t tell nobody
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    ‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    Don’t tell nobody
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    ‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

    Braless swag is complementary
    Audemars is confidential
    Credit card, expensive dinners
    Fancy cruise and double M
    Like you signed a Maybach deal
    If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed
    Better not cut no fuss at them
    Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
    You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you
    Presidential suite, baby
    You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
    Your girlfriends always hatin’
    You richer than them, that’s real facts
    I keep you fly, that’s real facts
    I get you high and a little upset
    These niggas, they small talkin’
    I bet they never cut a real check
    Stay in the mall, flossin’
    You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet
    When I ain’t come with all these benefits
    If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    Don’t tell nobody
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    ‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    Don’t tell nobody
    Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
    ‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

    From the club to the telly, on the floor
    You better not wake them neighbors
    You better not wake them neighbors, girl
    Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
    Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot


  • Crecia – Justin Quiles feat. Bad Bunny letra

    Letra Justin Quiles – Crecia

    Y antes era sencilla (era normal)
    Ahora está crecía,
    Fui yo el que la mal acostumbre
    Cada vez que tenía sed.(crecia)

    Baja pa acá una de moet (moet)
    Solo le bajaba rose (rose)
    Y ahora me dice que le baje abajo
    Y que me la coma como es

    It’s the game changer
    Mami tú estás crecía (Almighty!)
    Quiere que le de una lambía,
    Que me la coma como novia mía.

    Tu dice que J Quiles
    Yo tengo una crecía y le pago los biles,
    La mando pal mall gasta miles.
    Quería carro y la mude’ pa un dealer

    Perdí su contacto,
    Y después me contactó pa repetir el acto,
    Antes teníamos un pacto,
    Y ahora está más dura pa darle, exacto.

    Que le de pensando que es mi jeva,
    Me quiero hacer pecar como Eva.
    Y si le creo que no es como antes,
    Que ahora está hecha ósea que es nueva.

    Explica tu guille, explica tus humos.
    Que zaféje es que no te las consumo.
    Con la gente te creces,
    Yo te meto aveces y no lo presumo.

    Siempre anda crecía ella y me pide más,
    Que le caiga atrás.
    Bebiendo champaña en el yat,
    Siempre anda crecía ella y me exige más.(x2)

    Pero todo fue mi culpa,
    Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.

    Ahora está vola,
    Por qué se hizo las nalgas y los senos.
    Se hace la que no,
    Pero hace tiempo que nos conocemos,
    So deja las miradas raras.
    Que a ti te la eche adentro y en la cara.

    Marc Anthony cuando quiera vuelve,
    Y se lo mete a Dayanara,
    O a Jennifer Lopez,
    Yo he visto más allá del escote.

    Ahora no chinga si no es en BM o en bote,
    Pero todo fue mi culpa,
    Por qué en ti me gasté el pote,
    Yo fui el que mando hacerte las tetas y ese culote.

    Los blones con ella yo fumo,
    Llegamos a Neptuno,
    Ella se crece a veces,
    Pero sabe que soy el que la vacuno.

    He dicho mil unos,
    Y como yo no hay ninguno,
    Te meto de día y de noche,
    Y vienes a roncarle di que a uno.

    Siempre anda crecía ella y me pide más,
    Que le caiga atrás,
    Bebiendo champaña en ell yat.
    Siempre anda crecía ella y me exige más.

    Pero todo fue mi culpa,
    Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.

    Tu dice J Quiles
    Yo tengo una crecía y le pago Los biles
    Pero todo fue mi culpa,
    Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.
    Quería un carro y la mude pa’ un dealer..
    Mude pa’ un dealer… mude pa’ un dealer.
    Quería un carro y la mude pa’ un dealer.
    Por qué en ti me gasté el pote.
    Mami tu estas crecía (whoa)
    Ahora ni chinga si no es en BM o en boteee.(crecia)
    Justin Quiles letras
    Video Justin


  • Bad Bunny, Bryant Myers, Zion, De La Ghetto & Revol – Caile

    [Bad Bunny]
    Yo quiero hacerte venir otra vez
    Yo quiero verte de nuevo bebé
    Yo te bajo el mundo a tus pies
    Por sólo verte chingando otra vez

    (Coro)

    [Zion]
    Caile
    Pa’ que me baile
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
    Tu sólo caile
    Pa’ que me baile
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
    Ah na na ehh
    Ah na na ehh
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
    Ah na na ehh
    Ah na na ehh
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

    [Bryant Myers]
    Mi movie está en play ya te has visto los trailers
    Caile
    Hoy yo quiero que tú me baile
    Yo te busco en la BM, tu jevo te busca en el chrysler
    Baja pal’ apartament
    Tu quieres hacer el amor sin que te amen
    Dévorame, dévorame hasta que las gotas de calor se derramen

    Yo voy a ser tu esclavo
    A ti te gusta a- a- amanecer en condados
    Y te lo voy a meter en la suite del piso de número octavo
    A ti te gustan los chavos
    Mera baby yo tengo es chavos
    Y yo nunca ando solo,yo siempre salgo con 100 bandidos como el cabo

    [Zion]
    Tu ya me conoces
    Sabes bien mi nombre
    Tu sabes que cuando yo le caigo pa’ darte grites mi nombre
    Tu sabes que soy el hombre
    Que bellaca te pones
    Que bellaca te pones
    (Z Diddy)

    (Coro)

    [De La Ghetto]
    Caile
    Pa’ que me baile
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
    Tu sólo caile
    Pa’ que me baile
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

    [Zion]
    Ah na na ehh
    Ah na na ehh
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
    Ah na na ehh
    Ah na na ehh
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

    [De La Ghetto]
    Pues dime baby que quieres?
    Tu caile si puedes
    Para que me baile en el tubo todas noches que te entretienen
    Media libreta de sour weed
    Y par de pacas de cienes
    Lo hacemos toda la noche cuando me quitó los poderes

    En ella invierto lo que me gano en los partys de to’ los weekends
    Enamorado de ese culo
    Porque como en 4 bien rico lo mueve
    La mandó a buscar, la pongo a chingar en to’ los diferentes hoteles
    Parece que tiene un demonio
    No para de temblar cuando toda se viene

    Baby tu sabes que como yo no hay 2
    Un caile cuando sea te doy cómodo
    Me gustan así, si
    Que no paren de pedir, di
    Pa’ yo seguir dando
    Hasta que se canse de venir

    (Coro)

    [Zion]
    Caile
    Pa’ que me baile
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
    Tu sólo caile
    Pa’ que me baile
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

    [De La Ghetto]
    Ah na na ehh
    Ah na na eh ih ehh
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
    Ah na na ehh
    Ah na na eh ih ehh
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

    [Bad Bunny]
    Pa’ ti y pa’ mi tengo 6 filis enrolado
    Caile a la presidencial en condado
    Lo que me hiciste yo no lo he olvidado
    Tu eres mi stripper, yo quiero un privado

    Baby házme tu coreografía
    Ese booty es de pornografía (Yeah)
    Porque tú me perfía
    Si tu sabes que yo me se tu biografía
    Yo se que en hombres no confía
    Pero ese culo me lo fía
    Caile la moet ya está fría
    Baby Rasta te choca la fía

    Pa’ ti y pa’ mi tengo 6 filis enrolado
    Caile a la presidencial en condado
    Lo que me hiciste yo no lo he olvidado
    Tu eres mi stripper, yo quiero un privado

    (Coro)

    [Zion]
    Caile
    Pa’ que me baile
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’
    Tu solo caile
    Pa’ que me baile
    Yo quiero darte darte duro como e’

    (De- De- De La, De la gee
    De La, De la gee
    Dimelo BB
    Bad Bunny baby
    Bryant Myers, La oscuridad
    Chris Jeday
    Dimelo Revol
    Sharo baby
    Z Diddy
    Dimelo revol
    Chris Jeday
    Dicelo luian
    Hear this music
    Gaby Music
    Revol)


  • Omarion – It’s Whatever

    Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
    All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
    Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

    I’ve been only single four months
    I’m just tryna get my swag back
    Probably try to catch a few kids
    It’s like a never (?)
    Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
    Told my BM she can have that
    Put that on my daughter and my son
    Every night I’m having flashbacks
    So it’s probably wise that

    So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
    You don’t cross the line
    Fuck your glass of wine
    It’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
    It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

    I musta did it to myself
    Look unfamiliar to myself
    You don’t remember what you did
    I can do that all by myself
    I had to put this shit on record
    I’m probably better by myself
    I had to put this shit on record
    Just so you could get the message

    So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
    You don’t cross the line
    Fuck your glass of wine
    It’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
    It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

    I musta did it to myself
    Look unfamiliar to myself
    You don’t remember what you did
    I’m probably better by myself
    Whatever, whatever, whatever
    You like to talk bout forever
    Talk bout what’s right for (?)
    (?)
    So far can’t turn back now
    I guess we found out no basic
    (?)

    So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
    You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
    Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so


  • OMARION – It’s Whatever lyrics

    Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
    All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
    Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

    I’ve been only single four months
    I’m just tryna get my swag back
    Probably try to catch a few kids
    It’s like a never (?)
    Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
    Told my BM she can have that
    Put that on my daughter and my son
    Every night I’m having flashbacks
    So it’s probably wise that

    So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
    You don’t cross the line
    Fuck your glass of wine
    It’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
    It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

    I musta did it to myself
    Look unfamiliar to myself
    You don’t remember what you did
    I can do that all by myself
    I had to put this shit on record
    I’m probably better by myself
    I had to put this shit on record
    Just so you could get the message

    So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
    You don’t cross the line
    Fuck your glass of wine
    It’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
    It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

    I musta did it to myself
    Look unfamiliar to myself
    You don’t remember what you did
    I’m probably better by myself
    Whatever, whatever, whatever
    You like to talk bout forever
    Talk bout what’s right for (?)
    (?)
    So far can’t turn back now
    I guess we found out no basic
    (?)

    So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
    You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
    Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so


  • Omarion – It’s Whatever lyrics

    Matters is crazy, it’s whatever, whatever
    All day yeah, it’s whatever, whatever
    Oh, oh-ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh-ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh

    I’ve been only single four months
    I’m just tryna get my swag back
    Probably try to catch a few kids
    It’s like a never (?)
    Torn apart, catch me, I’m on the run
    Told my BM she can have that
    Put that on my daughter and my son
    Every night I’m having flashbacks
    So it’s probably wise that

    So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
    You don’t cross the line
    Fuck your glass of wine
    It’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
    It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

    I musta did it to myself
    Look unfamiliar to myself
    You don’t remember what you did
    I can do that all by myself
    I had to put this shit on record
    I’m probably better by myself
    I had to put this shit on record
    Just so you could get the message

    So it’s probably wise that you know that I’m on
    You don’t cross the line
    Fuck your glass of wine
    It’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever
    (?) love you, it’s whatever, whatever, it’s whatever
    It’s whatever, it’s whatever-whatever, it’s whatever

    I musta did it to myself
    Look unfamiliar to myself
    You don’t remember what you did
    I’m probably better by myself
    Whatever, whatever, whatever
    You like to talk bout forever
    Talk bout what’s right for (?)
    (?)
    So far can’t turn back now
    I guess we found out no basic
    (?)

    So usually around this time I’d drop a mixtape way back
    You know and the truth of the matter is that I’m putting my soul into my next album
    Make it a true reflection of now and I can’t wait for you to hear it so


  • Rich The Kid – Bm (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

    [Hook]
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM
    I get to four two peions
    I get to four two peions
    I get to four two peions
    I get to four two peions
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM
    I get to four two peions
    I get to four two peions
    A.M to the P.M
    Bitch I’mma make you my BM

    [Verse 1]
    Bitch bed imma bust in her pussy
    Pocket stuff with the cookies


  • Vershon – Still At The Top

    Wi still at the top
    Wi still at the top
    Wi nuh have no flap fi flap
    Suh who waan chat wi chat

    Wi still at the top
    Wi still at the top
    Wi nuh have no flap fi flap
    Suh who waan chat wi

    It funny how nough a dem a talk
    Hungry no bloodclaat
    And sit down and a pray fi si my downfall p

    And nuh know weh mi a come from
    Remember man grow up in a the ghetto
    Could a turn a gunman
    But happiness different from hype
    Remember a whole heap a things life tek from mi
    Suh a my time fi tek from life
    Suh while you sit down and a watch out the Benz man drive

    You sit down and a watch me going up
    You nuh di seh your life falling down
    Weh you a go do now? The thing turn up

    Plane take off leave dem bwaling now
    Dem sit down and a watch we going up
    You nuh si seh your life falling down
    Weh you a go do now the thing turn up
    The thing turn up

    My youth you nuh have no house
    You nuh have no BM
    You nuh got no Benz
    But you waan mi fi buy you gun fi lock you endz
    You nuh si seh you got no sense
    Some a unuh life is like youtube
    Full up a bad comments
    You cyaa stop my current
    Mi might not be the whole….
    But mi know seh every ghetto youth got talent
    Suh when dem a rise don’t tek that from dem


  • Apollo Brown & Skyzoo – A Couple Dollars (feat. Joell Ortiz) letras

    [Intro: Skyzoo]
    We just wanted to live
    They told us that countin’ up somethin’
    Seems the only way you can live
    Swear to God we just wanted to live
    They told us that countin’ up somethin’
    Seems the only way you can live

    [Verse 1: Skyzoo]
    In love with a mattress that was somewhat outta place
    Where due to old habits it can double as a Chase
    Talkin’ major key, let it cut you out a case
    And tryna run the city ’til it run you outta state
    Told us all of this is straight, and it’s worth what you wait on
    Starin’ at the exit like “yo I ain’t tryna stay long”
    Kitchen table decorator situate a plate on
    Jeśus heavy is the head the crown lay on
    But all of this straight
    Runnin’ outta state is what you play for and stay for
    To turn to what you leave for, get your 16 on
    Like talkin’ mic check, throw the beat on
    Or talkin’ ’bout a key but being 20 OZ short
    16 ain’t enough, Andre features
    As quick as you can be on, you’ll be gone
    Waiting on a detour, couple U-turns to where you belong
    At best you can get your sight see on

    [Hook: Skyzoo]
    Just need a couple dollars
    A couple dollars baby
    Bet you I can plug ’em
    Til the wallet dropping babies
    Just need a couple dollars
    A couple dollars baby
    Told if I can get ’em
    All of them will save me
    Saved in a drop top BM
    Right side, DM
    All praise due up
    Tell him when I see him
    Started with a couple dollars baby
    Was told if I can get ’em
    All of them will save me
    It’s off a couple dollars

    [Verse 2: Skyzoo]
    And it sounds like beautiful like the truth
    Like “she bad but even more beautiful in the coupe”
    And seeing that was seeing all that I would need to pursue
    The e-class that was used to corner me off the stoop
    Was as clean as the book that your hand on
    When you prayed that we stayed away from them anthems
    Fuck is left for us except for us to go stand on
    A box with a rope and a bottle of Spade
    Carpe diem, carpe diem, make it pop it for the day
    I threw money to jeweler, sneaker box full of change
    Know me, I’m no better I’m about it the same
    Cause on a box with a rope is how we got in this frame
    Now flick it up, one time for ’em, one time for ’em
    Know it’s lit if they in here with the 9 on ’em
    One time for em, one time for em
    And the parades lining up along the side for ’em

    [Hook: Skyzoo]
    Just need a couple dollars
    A couple dollars baby
    Bet you I can plug ’em
    Til the wallet dropping babies
    Just need a couple dollars
    A couple dollars baby
    Told if I can get ’em
    All of them will save me
    Saved in a drop top BM
    Right side, DM
    All praise due up
    Tell him when I see him
    Started with a couple dollars baby
    Was told if I can get ’em
    All of them will save me
    It’s off a couple dollars

    [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
    As a youngin’, had a lot on my plate
    I ain’t finna complain, just had a lot on my plate
    Razors, 12 12 skinnies and 58s
    I cooked a 6 deuce and came back with 58
    I ain’t stressin’, I ain’t stretch it, I just cheffed it in the butter
    Orville Redenbacher, had it poppin’, word to mother
    Swervin’ under covers, had it local, had it OT
    Whippin’ up P-O-T tryna get to the T-O-P
    Get in and get out, that’s always the plan
    But all of them bands to a kid in the project who had nothin’ so damned
    Hard to let go from starvin’ stomach, hollow with the echo
    To the hardest Marc Ecko extra large retro
    MJs before they dropped, but a lot started to drop
    Stick up kids got the drop, my sneaker box dropped
    Dropped crack, switched to diesel when some fiends dropped
    Feds eavesdroppin” on my drop, got ’em street blocked
    They dropped by my man’s spot so now he locked
    I drop to both knees prayin’ dimes don’t get dropped
    Dropped it all, be the bird locked in the coupe
    Or take your talent more serious and lock in that booth
    I chose the latter, and thank God for showin’ Joe the ladder
    Helped me climb through these rhymes
    Who said I would never matter?
    Look at me, such a hard act to follow
    Lookin’ forward to tomorrow, you’ll never hear me holler

    [Hook: Skyzoo]
    Just need a couple dollars
    A couple dollars baby
    Bet you I can plug ’em
    Til the wallet dropping babies
    Just need a couple dollars
    A couple dollars baby
    Told if I can get ’em
    All of them will save me
    Saved in a drop top BM
    Right side, DM
    All praise due up
    Tell him when I see him
    Started with a couple dollars baby
    Was told if I can get ’em
    All of them will save me
    It’s off a couple dollars