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  • Joe Moses – Back Goin Brazy (feat. Future)

    [Intro: Joe Moses & Future]
    Shoot up your set, the K’s out, niggas they shoot, but never kill
    Moses, he known for the drug deal, heavy be pushin’, that’s so fo’ real
    My niggas raw and they so fo’ real, you niggas soft and you hoe fo’ real
    All of my dawgs, they ’bout it, ’bout it (I’m goin’ too brazy)

    [Chorus: Future]
    Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
    I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
    I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
    I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi

    [Verse 2: Joe Moses]
    I’m back with the shooters, we [?] like Cuban
    Stop actin’ stupid, my niggas they foolish (what?!)
    Them niggas know, we shoot and you don’t (what?!)
    Margiela and Louis, ya hoe is a groupie (what?!)
    I put the that B on everything, married to us is a gang gang
    Too much diamonds it’s chain gang, all of my bitches’ throwback
    Blacking the track with a codine, all of my bitches’ is slouchy

    More like a [?] man, Twist, my nigga forever
    Smilely and P.T forever, B, he gonna get the cheddar
    [?] my nigga he killin’, free all my niggas they illin’
    NWB in the building, fuck it I’ll sign for a million
    Fuck it I’ll sign for a bird (Prrr), throw it on caption and post it
    Ain’t no more fuckin’ with Jody, L.A. they know that they know it
    L.A. they know that they know it, L.A. they know that they know it

    [Chorus: Future]
    Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
    I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
    I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
    I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi

    [Verse 3: Future]
    My man kickin’ shit like he Bruce Lee
    She bad, she on duty, I’m back makin’ movies
    Kick back and boolin’, what’s brackin’? 400 clips in the wagon
    These racks on me, I got the bracks on me, I got the racks on me, I got the bracks
    I got the bracks on bracks, the bales, the bales, they come to get taxed
    I got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get wacked
    Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin’ it down on the West Boast
    Smokin’ on gas by the pound from the West Boast
    I pulled a bitch from the West Boast, I came back with the nitro
    She want pink roses, I put diamonds on her toes
    I put the B diamonds all on my neck and my wrist and then all on my ring, ring
    [?] where them youngings at who gon’ make the bottle go ring, ring
    Bzzz all on your head like a bee be

    [Chorus: Future]
    Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
    I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
    I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
    I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
    I’m back with a three piece, (back with a three piece, back with a three piece)


  • One Week Notice – Get It N Go

    [Chorus: Reezy]
    Hey, I pull up and get it n go
    And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
    The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
    I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
    The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
    Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
    I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

    [Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
    Pull up I get it go to get my money movin’ slow
    Had to cut em off, some niggas had to go
    I went back and dough, a nigga had to grow
    Before the status quo, I’m not your average Joe
    Dranked up, dripped out, stack doughs, fuck hoes
    Bitch bounce, hoes give me discount
    Gucci down, pimped out, work hard, get clout

    [Verse 2: Price]:
    16 got kicked out, flippin’ dimes and nicks now
    I remember when they shot up Anthony at Nick house, whole family tripped out
    It’s like Drake and Alicia Keys whenever Price pull his wrist out, fireworks trip down
    She fucked the worth at the work and I tell her to strip down, call her Lyft now
    Killing 2 hoes who get too close, please don’t be callin’ me bro
    I’m movin’ legit gettin’ dough, no you not hittin’ my smoke
    I just get lifted after shows, don’t gotta hit licks no more
    But won’t let you take nothin’ from me, don’t let your ass owe me some money

    [Chorus: Reezy]
    Hey, I pull up and get it n go
    And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
    The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
    I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
    The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
    Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
    I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

    [Verse 3: Demrick]
    Matte black range rover tinted out, racks hidden in the house
    Bad bitch, turn her round, bend her down, baby yeah work it out
    Young wild and reckless, diamond Henny bottle necklace
    No lames in my section, smoke or not ain’t a question, yeah

    [Verse 4: Dizzy Wright]
    Switch back, hit this, I told lil mama stop flexin’
    Chit chat, fuck that, I told her bring that ass in my direction
    I gotta get my point across, is you with it or you not?
    Wordsmith, twist up, I pull up and get it n go, I gotta get it now
    What it mean I’m boutta be the boss
    Be about your business, never let them play you out
    Hit the city, hit the stage, shirt tucked in, black Bruce Lee style
    And I’m blowin’ clouds, tellin’ Price like, they don’t know the tribulations and trials
    They don’t know the situation, they don’t know what we go thru when ain’t nobody else ’round

    [Chorus: Reezy]
    Hey, I pull up and get it n go
    And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
    The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
    I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
    The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
    Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
    I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

    [Verse 6: Emilio Rojas]
    I’m sittin’ in the middle of the city with the cash
    I’ma hit a hundred fifty on the dash
    All the women that are with me and they bad
    When I get ’em in the pad then I hit it they gonna splash
    I did it to be livin’ in a tenement so when we get the money we just set it in the stash
    Yeah, we get it and we never gonna be settlin’ for less
    If you meddle, then you know we gonna clash
    Shorty worried about a fat transfer, I’m just worried about a bank transfer
    No ID call my phone but that’s the type of call that I can’t answer
    Runnin’ ’round I’m in uptown, I’m with a bunch of kings that speak bad Spanish
    Comin’ around to my block and you got no pass, nigga taxed after like

    [Chorus: Reezy]
    Hey, I pull up and get it n go
    And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
    The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
    I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
    The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
    Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
    I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go


  • The Fawkles – Jackie Chan lyrics

    ¡Jackie Chan!
    Ya tiene como setenta
    Y aún nos puede impresionar.
    Humillando a Chuck Norris
    Y de paso a Bruce Lee, porque…

    Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
    No hay muro que el no pueda superar. (¡No, no!)
    Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
    Sus huevos en tu mente plantará.

    ¡Mmmmmh!
    ¡Mmmmmmh!

    ¡Jackie Chan!
    Un cantante de ópera
    Y virtuoso musical.
    Él aprecia esta letra
    Le parece perfecta, ¡yeah!

    Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
    Su cara en la moneda nacional. (¡Oh, si!)
    Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
    Con sus ojos el te puede embarazar.

    ¡Mmmmmh!
    ¡Mmmmmmh!

    ¡Jackie Chan!
    Ya tiene como setenta
    Y aún nos puede impresionar.
    Humillando a Chuck Norris
    Y de paso a Bruce Lee, porque…

    Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
    Su cara en la moneda nacional. (¡Ha ha!)
    Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
    Con sus ojos el te puede embarazar.

    ¡Mmmmmh!
    ¡Mmmmmmh!

    (¡No Jackie Chan, no!)
    (¡Mmmmmhhhhhh!)


  • MISSY ELLIOTT – I’m Better lyrics

    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
    Pull up on him in my vehicle
    He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
    You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
    Roll up on him in my Lambo
    Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
    You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    Plus I got cars that he paying for
    Man I be too much to handle
    Watch what I do, when I get up on you
    Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
    He watching my body like he watching Scandal
    But I’m just here, with my girls

    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
    The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
    My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
    That be like damn bae
    Man I’m 3000, I’m André
    Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
    Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
    I just rant like I’m Kanye

    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    And I be driving cars he paying for
    He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
    He watching my body like watching Scandal
    But I’m just here, with my girls

    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    Brand new flow when I rap
    DJ, bring that back
    You ain’t ever heard a track like that
    Shit might slap, booty go clap
    Roll up in the Benz
    Looking like a ten, stack
    When I rock, make it bop, in my car
    And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
    Yeah he be hooking me up
    Yeah he be looking me up
    Watch what I do, when I get up on you
    Pop potential and zoom in the poom

    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better


  • Missy Elliott – I’m Better (feat. Lamb)

    [Hook: Lamb]
    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    [Verse 1: Missy]
    He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
    Pull up on him in my vehicle
    He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
    You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
    Roll up on him in my Lambo
    Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
    You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you don’t know nann hoe

    [Bridge: Missy]
    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    Plus I got cars that he paying for
    Man I be too much to handle
    Watch what I do, when I get up on you
    Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
    He watching my body like he watching Scandal
    But I’m just here, with my girls

    [Hook: Lamb]
    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    [Verse 2: Missy]
    Missy so hot, I’m from VA
    The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
    My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
    That be like damn bae
    Man I’m 3000, I’m André
    Yo Missy talk big, I’m so grande
    Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
    I just rant like I’m Kanye

    [Bridge 2: Missy]
    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    And I be driving cars he paying for
    He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
    He watching my body like watching Scandal
    But I’m just here, with my girls

    [Hook: Lamb]
    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    [Verse 3: Missy]
    Brand new flow when I rap
    DJ, bring that back
    You ain’t ever heard a track like that
    Shit might slap, booty go clap
    Roll up in the Benz
    Looking like a ten, stack
    When I rock, make it bop, in my car
    And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

    [Bridge 3: Missy]
    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
    Yeah he be hooking me up
    Yeah he be looking me up
    Watch what I do, when I get up on you
    Pop potential and zoom in the poom

    [Hook: Lamb]
    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better


  • Missy Elliott – I’m Better lyrics

    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
    Pull up on him in my vehicle
    He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
    You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
    Roll up on him in my Lambo
    Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
    You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    Plus I got cars that he paying for
    Man I be too much to handle
    Watch what I do, when I get up on you
    Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
    He watching my body like he watching Scandal
    But I’m just here, with my girls

    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
    The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
    My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
    That be like damn bae
    Man I’m 3000, I’m André
    Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
    Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
    I just rant like I’m Kanye

    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    And I be driving cars he paying for
    He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
    He watching my body like watching Scandal
    But I’m just here, with my girls

    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

    Brand new flow when I rap
    DJ, bring that back
    You ain’t ever heard a track like that
    Shit might slap, booty go clap
    Roll up in the Benz
    Looking like a ten, stack
    When I rock, make it bop, in my car
    And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

    Yeah he got bands in the Bando
    Missy got dudes in Orlando
    Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
    Yeah he be hooking me up
    Yeah he be looking me up
    Watch what I do, when I get up on you
    Pop potential and zoom in the poom

    I’mma start it from the bottom
    Show you how to flip a dollar
    I got food in my dining room
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
    It’s another day, another chance
    I wake up, I wanna dance
    So as long as I got my friends…
    I’m better, I’m better, I’m better


  • Blac Youngsta – Ask For It

    [Intro]
    C-M-G
    Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga!

    [Hook]
    I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
    I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
    Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
    Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
    Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
    I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
    I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
    If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

    [Verse 1]
    Ass so fat like fat albert
    [?]
    I’mma rich nigga, got rich power
    I don’t fuck wit them niggas, they sum real cowards
    Them fuck niggas hate from the [?]
    But they speak to me everytime they sip it
    Them niggas’ baby mommas wanna meet me
    But I don’t [?]
    I chop the pussy like a rider
    I chop the pussy like Bruce Lee
    I just pulled up in that rari
    In that bitch, only like 2 seats
    She suck my dick in my toothpiece
    I just left nut on my new seats
    That lame nigga said he gon’ rob me
    So I ride around with my [?]

    [Hook]
    I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
    I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
    Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
    Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
    Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
    I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
    I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
    If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

    [Verse 2]
    Them niggas can’t stand my guts
    Say he gon’ shoot my tour bus up
    Say he gon’ kill everybody in it
    Go ahead lil’ nigga, try yo’ luck
    That big booty fatter than truck
    That bitch quack quack like a duck
    I don’t trust that bitch, I don’t really love her, I just lied to the bitch as I fucked
    I send the bitch to the [?]
    I put that bitch on my dream team
    I got the rari and things
    I got the AR-15
    That lil’ bitch is grown and sexy
    But she suck my dick like she 16
    Said that bitch look like a queen
    I’mma toss her wit the whole team

    [Hook]
    I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
    I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
    Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
    Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
    Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
    I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
    I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
    If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it


  • Watsky – Duke Smellington Lyrics

    Don’t ask me if I am an assassin
    If you have to unmask me
    Baby you are now in peril
    Every aspect of me counts as an asset
    Homie even my ass sweat goes for 20 thou a barrel

    You’re scowlin’ and then throwing the towel in
    While I enter the tao inside a temple in Shaolin bitch
    You’re not listening in to a loud citizen
    Shouting devout discipline up on a mountain
    Low key I’m a shape shifter like Loki
    Locally known loco, vocally home G
    Taking the A-train and I’m swinging like Duke E
    Calling me Duke Smellington cause I’m a dupe fiend(?)
    Dip like Houdini
    Dick like zucchini
    Sicker than leukemia
    Pitiful dudes leave me alone
    I get Bruce Lee’d while I sip on a brewski
    And I flip through some Bukowski and kick till the Bruce bleed

    I don’t think they really like it when I come around
    But I don’t think they really like it when I come around
    They don’t like it when I come around
    They don’t really like it when I come around
    Like it when I come around
    I don’t think they really like it when I come around
    I don’t think they really like it when I come around
    They don’t really like it when I try to come around
    Like it when I come around
    Like it when I come around


  • Young Dolph – Foreva (feat. T.I.)

    [Intro]
    Hey who is that?
    Who is that right there?
    Hey whats up lil’ mama?

    [Verse 1: Young Dolph]
    She a good girl but she bad so I’m confused (damn)
    Fuck it, I’ma shoot my shot got nun ‘ to lose (fuck it)
    I said "what’s up my name is D"
    She said "nigga you lyin’, yo name Dolph"
    Okay you know me? Then let’s go pull off
    Jump in this coupe and let’s go and get lost
    Took you to my hood but you was scared
    I started laughin’ then you got mad
    Bet you never been with a nigga like me
    Give a fuck about bitches count skrilla like me
    We started off havin’ fun though
    You asked me where I keep my gun though
    Uh, I don’t wanna talk about that
    Why that ass so fat and why you walk like that?
    I’m just a lil nigga out here havin’ it
    All of my niggas, they savages
    Guess what I did last weekend ?
    Bitch I made your boyfriend’s salary

    [Hook: Young Dolph]
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
    Fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real that I love with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real that I love her forever
    Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

    [Verse 2: Young Dolph]
    She kept it so real I can’t say no
    Bitch real thick like clay though
    I got Hi-Tec in my faygo
    Heard you got strippers on payroll
    Nigga I got killers on payroll
    My lil mama mad at me, said she don’t like the way that I’m livin’
    She hate to see cough medicine, say she don’t like the way that I’m sippin’
    I was drinkin’ this shit 10 years before I met you, lil mama you trippin’
    Wait a minute, hold up it’s me
    Wait a minute, roll up the weed
    Wait a minute, roll up my sleeves
    Got a pocket full of blue cheese
    Kickin’ shit in the trap like Bruce Lee
    When I walk in they be like "who’s he?"
    When I walk out they be like "what the fuck?"
    What the fuck is that lil nigga drivin’?
    All my niggas, they ridin’
    All of these bitches be lyin’
    Lil fly nigga plus my bitch fly so together we flying

    [Hook: Young Dolph]
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
    Fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real that I love with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real that I love with her forever
    Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

    [Verse 3: T.I.]
    Lil mama in a Bentley back
    Lil mama in a Bentley back
    Pussy nigga hatin’ pulled up beside me
    She pulled out a purse,rolled the window down told the pussy nigga bust a move, ain’t shit to try
    Stayed down for a nigga on a gun charge
    Went to jail with a nigga on a dope case
    I told the girl how much I love ya, I’d die for ya, wouldn’t think twice, told me "boy go pull weight"
    And when I told her ballin’ on these hoes ain’t shit to do
    10 million dollars on the crib, all that for you
    When you ain’t even got to ask me where I’m puttin’ my dick
    Cause odds are you gon’ be with me when I’m getting seduced
    You know penthouses full of your WCW’s
    And St. Regis, Four Seasons, Londons, and W’s
    And Rolls-Royces, Benzes, i.e. BMWs
    Spend that cake if I’m in love with you hey
    Hey you gon’ find it hard to get
    Someone goin’ hard at TIP
    But lil boy we started that
    Closer where we are, and you a part of that
    And apologies if you gave me your heart
    And I turned around, gave you a heart attack
    God damn, I’m a dog for that
    Breakin’ up? Came too far for that
    I keep it real though

    [Hook: Young Dolph]
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
    Fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real that I love with her forever
    She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
    She kept it so real that I love with her forever
    Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever


  • A-Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Timeless letras

    [Verse 1]
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
    All the faces on my watches, jump out it
    Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
    I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit
    QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage
    Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
    2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
    And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
    Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

    [Hook]
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
    If I ever said, "I love you," I was lyin’
    I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
    Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’

    [Verse 2]
    I just left my baby girl a message
    I said, I won’t be comin’ home
    Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
    Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
    Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
    Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
    Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
    Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more
    We switch the flow up, if you a busta I’ma cut you off
    Bitch I’m goin’ up
    Gettin’ money, what the fuck you thought?
    Nigga, hold up it get ugly
    I’m a fuckin boss, hah
    Good now but I started off
    Just a young nigga runnin’ ’round and the butter soft
    Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off
    I ain’t get lucky mothafucka
    Took a couple loses, yeah
    What u sayin’? You ain’t really on shit
    Got zippers on my jeans like I’m Billy on this
    I ain’t sippin’ no more lean I’ve been trippin’ off it
    I’ve been pissin’ codeine and I ain’t wit the shits, woah
    Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
    Wake up faded still end up drinking
    Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it
    R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it
    Fall asleep, wake up still I’m faded
    Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas
    Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish
    Said that I was done with it but I’m still drinkin’
    I can’t waste no time, I can’t waste no time with it
    I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless


  • A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Timeless letras

    [Verse 1]
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
    All the faces on my watches, jump out it
    Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
    I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit
    QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage
    Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
    2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
    And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
    Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

    [Hook]
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
    If I ever said, "I love you," I was lyin’
    I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
    Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
    [Verse 2]
    I just left my baby girl a message
    I said, I won’t be comin’ home
    Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
    Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
    Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
    Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
    Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
    Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more
    We switch the flow up, if you a busta I’ma cut you off
    Bitch I’m goin’ up
    Gettin’ money, what the fuck you thought?
    Nigga, hold up it get ugly
    I’m a fuckin boss, hah
    Good now but I started off
    Just a young nigga runnin’ ’round and the butter soft
    Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off
    I ain’t get lucky mothafucka
    Took a couple loses, yeah
    What u sayin’? You ain’t really on shit
    Got zippers on my jeans like I’m Billy on this
    I ain’t sippin’ no more lean I’ve been trippin’ off it
    I’ve been pissin’ codeine and I ain’t wit the shits, woah
    Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
    Wake up faded still end up drinking
    Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it
    R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it
    Fall asleep, wake up still I’m faded
    Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas
    Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish
    Said that I was done with it but I’m still drinkin’
    I can’t waste no time, I can’t waste no time with it
    I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless


  • Chris Brown – Section One Hundred Billion

    [Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
    I don’t know how to do this shit
    I wake up and just do this shit
    HoodyBaby, I’m too legit
    I’m the Boss, I made Hugo quit
    I pull up in a 2 door whip
    Make you go sick
    Flip a brick, kick a brick
    That judo shit
    My niggas is serious
    You niggas delirious
    No stoppin’ us, period
    I live at the dealership
    Angry, a nigga rich
    We want the bigger fish
    Choppin’ ’til I chop with the mafia
    Ask in my section, we popular
    Popavich, we poppin’ shots

    [Verse 2: Inch]
    Pull up with the OHB, I mean war
    I mean war, big russ war
    Big russ wanna lick down your car
    See me with the gang, better know that squad
    [Verse 3: Young Lo]
    If these niggas talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace
    100 round drum, niggas gon’ respect us
    Mob ties, yeah I’m heavy with these accents
    Hit the UK, I’m mobbin’ with the Section
    Out here ballin’ since a adolescent
    I was 15 when I start finessin’
    Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
    I was juggin’ through the whole class session

    [Verse 4: Swift]
    Trap money, I’m a trapper
    My young boy was a Rihanna
    Flash a blockia like a camera
    Slap slap, that’s the hammer
    Count grand to my nana’s
    Sucky sucky, from [?]

    [Verse 5: Section Boyz]
    I ain’t endin’ a passer
    Pass up if I catch a brack, you go back up
    Get me down, I get back up
    Yo mi casa es su casa

    [Verse 6: Sleeks]
    6 man in the van, that’s gang in the pan
    That’s maceroni and pasta
    Bring a nigga from a [?]
    Girl climb on, know you want a ladder

    [Verse 7: Littlez]
    And keep climbin’
    Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
    I know a mad man with a dagger
    That says, “Fuck feds and they camera”
    Trappin’, pick up a brick
    Rip it in bits, gone
    I’m really livin’ this shit
    Pick up a stick
    You could see smoke like a bong

    [Verse 8: Section Boyz]
    Peng peng, wanna get groovy
    Man I turn your girl to a groupie
    Go ratchet tings too bougie
    With a big booty and boobies
    See the big tour man move bookies
    Old school, mad bros, no new Gs
    Roll with a clip like the movies
    Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee

    [Verse 9]
    I got all these bitches, they [?]
    They ain’t want me then but they want me now
    Got that killer swag, watch ’em mime my style
    I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
    Got some new shoes off some new shit
    This flow is like water need crew ships
    My life is a movie, take your flick
    It’s a foreign bitch cause

    [Verse 10: Famous Fresh]
    They know I’m flexin’
    OHB and Section
    .40 for protection
    Hood stay connected
    Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
    Couple JLos, I’m a money train
    Nigga been fresh, feds watchin;
    Diamonds dancin’ like a Jabbawockee
    Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
    It’s Fresh, Hoody, it’s [?]


  • Gucci Mane – The Left (Woptober Album) letras

    [Intro:]
    Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa

    [Chorus:] [x2]
    I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
    And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
    And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
    I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

    [Verse 1:]
    Call that ballin I call dat hopscotch
    Nigga got a lil cash but he ain’t’ got what I got
    No twenties in my bankroll one fifty on my watch
    Like Dikembe Mutombo get a lot of them big blocks
    Gucci brought them bands out
    You brought a lil cash out
    Offsets they poke out
    Interior smoked out
    Homie you a peon
    I’m riding European
    Emmitt Smith on the back tier but the front tires are Deion
    Get the shit for the 17 bout to sell the shit for Keyshawn
    My wrist colder than freon that bullshit I be on
    In the club I’m wasted better yet I’m faded
    Got home don’t know how I made it but the shit all gravy

    [Chorus] [x2]
    I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
    And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
    And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
    I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

    [Verse 2:]
    When I’m pickin up weight I need a personal trainer
    My money got it’s on fuckin personal trainer
    I’m in the club throwin hun done’s
    Smokin outta onions
    Garlic bread inside paint like lasagna
    Gucci be fresh like first day of school
    Diamonds drippin wet it’s like they pushed me in the pool
    Makin paper airplanes outta hunnids what i do
    {?} Ace of Spades like it bottled water to the crew
    Excuse me let me introduce myself they call me Gucci
    And all my kicks they be the flyest call me Bruce Lee
    And I don’t talk my money do the talkin usually
    Im super chillin but my money be the rudest

    [Chorus] [x2]
    I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
    And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
    And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
    I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)


  • DJ SpinKing – Timeless (feat. A Boogie) (Snippet) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

    [Verse 1]
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
    All [?] faces on my watches, I’m ’bout it
    Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
    I probably spent a 100 thousand on fly shit
    QP spent a 100 thousand on mollies
    Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
    2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
    And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
    Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

    [Hook]
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
    If I ever said, “I love you,” I was lyin’
    I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
    Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
    [Verse 2]
    I just left my baby girl a message
    I said, I won’t be comin’ home
    Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
    Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
    Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
    Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
    Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
    Hah…


  • DJ SpinKing – Timeless Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
    All [?] faces on my watches, I’m ’bout it
    Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
    I probably spent a 100 thousand on fly shit
    QP spent a 100 thousand on mollies
    Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
    2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
    And she’s topless, make your bitch drive up
    Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

    [Hook]
    I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
    If I ever said, “I love you,” I was lyin’
    I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
    Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
    [Verse 2]
    I just left my baby girl a message
    I said, I won’t be comin’ home
    Hah, that’s a thot bitch, I’m on the road
    Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
    Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
    Hah, but if [?] hit me up I go
    Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
    Hah…