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  • Ace Hood – In My Bag Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ay dios mios!
    Body Bag (Bag)
    Oh yeah, nigga (Uh)
    I wanna take off
    Uh

    [Verse: Ace Hood]
    Raise up my levels, I’m doing it
    I bought some Balenci’s and ruined them
    That shit on the dash, I’m doing it
    The vision aligned, I’m doing it
    My Queen on her shit and she doing it
    Want it, she on it, pursuing it
    I’m with the kids then I’m in the gym, then I’m in the studio doing it
    Miss me with all the confusion, I leave it all in the music
    You niggas square as a rubix, I’m in a pair of the newest
    I’m out in Paris, I’m doing it
    Under influence, I’m wooing it
    I hear your music, I’m booing it
    You lay a finger, I’m queuing it
    I let her pull on the roots, I wanna feel on her roots
    So much shit I’d do, let that freon loose
    You got that peon juice
    Neon whip, on coupe
    Talk my shit, I bought a new stick
    I ain’t even planning on shooting up shit
    No way could change, memory lane
    I’m in the parks where my enemies hang
    Fuck it I’m loose, don’t be a goof
    This nigga going too dumb in the booth
    I got that pressure, applying it too
    I been that nigga since Daisy Duke’s
    I hit that button, now where’s the roof?
    Speaking of GOAT, nigga here’s the proof
    Heard they was talking, he signed to who?
    I’m in the suit for the randevu
    Caught in the moment, I’m trying to groove
    Militant minded, you know how I move
    I’m in the space of the manifest, ain’t got no time for the internet
    I got the slightest of one regret
    I should of worked with that nigga X (XX Live Long)
    Bless souls, live long
    Still here writing my wrongs
    Plenty hits in my phone
    Push to start and I’m gone
    Revving the engine, it’s heavy
    Rollie and ring, I’m petty
    Caking this shit like a Deli
    Whipping this bitch like a Deli
    Body!
    Bag


  • Nicki Minaj – Barbie Goin Bad Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Patty, I see you too
    This what y’all be wanting?
    This what they waiting for?
    Okay, haha, rrrr

    [Verse]
    Neck tat’ say “Onika”
    I got more slaps than Aretha
    When you lose the Queen, niggas friendly, dog
    It was just back to back like Wembley, dog
    Now you all the way back up in the Bentley, dog
    I turn lemons into lemonade simply, dog
    Old boy and my brother tried to end me, dog
    I heard they looking for the old me
    A couple of you niggas still owe me
    You asked for the GOAT so they sent me, sleaze
    Tryna lay low, don’t tempt me, sleaze
    Thirty in the clip will be emptied, sleaze
    You bitches still my sons, learn your As and Bs
    Leave the hate train in the station please
    I was in the court, no Jays and Beys
    Made her change her mind in the judge chamber, sleeze
    The MAC’s on the line, I ain’t talking ’bout the PC
    I’m the biggest fish in the pan, I’ll do you greasy
    All he gotta do is call, I’m in my T-shirt and my drawers
    Face down, ass up, I’m already on all fours
    Suck his dick through his shorts
    Then I ride him like a whore
    I mean a horse, I’m a boss
    Yeah, I got the juice and I’m takin’ him on a tour
    Imitating Nicki while your ghostwriter dissin’ me
    Leave for two weeks, I got all of my babies missin’ me
    Never gon’ fall, never not gon’ ball
    And I keep my nigga bustin’ like a draco
    He always come back, Big Draco
    Still going bad on you stank hoes

    [Outro]
    Uh
    O-kaaaaaay
    They wanted the old Nicki
    They wanted the old Onika, so
    I had to, uh, get back in my bag
    I might drop a freestyle every, um, week till the thing-thing they come
    The label hit me said they want the fifth thing thing, I got in the studio, I did the fifth thing thing
    And then they say “You know, it’s time to drop your single” I said “Noooo”
    You know radio already tried to blackball a bitch
    It’s all good cuz when you a legend, when you legendary
    You shine no matter what
    They get compared to me no matter what
    They asked for the GOAT so I came through, bitch
    But look, on some real shit, I’m ’bout to go on tour with, um, Juice WRLD
    In Europe, shout-out to my fans in Europe
    Uhm, I’m fucking three to four times a day, I’m feeling real good
    I’m rehearsing for the tour
    You know I’m sayin’, pussy feelin’ real good right now
    Pussy like bald, like really bald right now
    Like, because, I just be really keepin’ that shit so bald and so
    That shit be so wet so, oh my, you know what?
    Ayo, shout-out to my bad bitches, though
    All my bad bitches know
    All my bad bitches know what’s good
    I got you though
    South side Jamaica Queens
    South side Jamaica Queens, nigga
    Heavy you on it, sleeze
    But you know what?
    Whenever I do something they say I’m the angry black woman
    I’m just playing around and having some fun
    Zam Zaddy, ahhhh


  • Meek Mill – Stuck in My Ways Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I bury you niggas in money
    And then make it rain at your funeral
    You flexing a ten and the twenties
    Can tell that this money shit new to you
    You get my chain, I don’t want it back
    You wear that shit while they viewing you
    I’m in the field like a running back
    Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
    Call me the GOAT, but I’m in a Lam
    I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
    Ran up a check, start popping them bands
    These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
    Lord forgive me for totin’ these semis
    And puttin’ these bad bitches up in Fendi
    I got a fetish for gettin’ this cheddar
    Ain’t going out bad when I’m in the city

    [Chorus]
    I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
    If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
    She got a fattie, I hit from the back
    They should have never let me get a sack
    Oh yeah
    I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
    Oh yeah
    I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
    Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
    Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin’ amazed
    Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
    Cut her a check and tell her behave

    [Verse 2]
    I don’t got time to be wasting my time
    Too many bad bitches waiting in line
    That pussy good, I’ma take her to shine
    She lose a point, it’ll make her a nine
    She know I got some paper, I ain’t gotta pay her
    She just want me to pay her some mind
    She want a fuckin’ chaser, I’ma fuck her later
    But I really can’t make up my mind
    I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
    No lyin’ like Lucious or Cookie
    I built a empire sellin’ that fire
    I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
    I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
    I let it wop on a bully
    I’m gettin’ top in the telly (Ha)
    It sound like she moppin’ spaghetti

    [Chorus]
    I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
    If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
    She got a fattie, I hit from the back
    They should have never let me get a sack
    Oh yeah
    I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
    Oh yeah
    I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
    Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
    Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
    Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
    Cut her a check and tell her behave

    [Verse 3]
    Ain’t no finessing (No)
    Niggas they say it’s all love and it better be (Yuh)
    Can’t get ahead of me (Whoa)
    Whole ‘nother level, they ain’t on my pedigree
    I got the recipe (Recipe)
    I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
    Fuck is you tellin’ me? (Tellin’ me)
    Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
    Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
    Really got money and you know that (Know that)
    Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
    If a nigga start layin’ where your ho at
    I’m from the north side of Philly my niggas will really send shot where your bro at (Shot)
    I heard them niggas that’s helpin’ your hood got depressed when you hear you can’t go back (Whoo)

    [Chorus]
    I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
    If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
    She got a fattie, I hit from the back
    They should have never let me get a sack
    Oh yeah
    I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
    Oh yeah
    I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin’ no slack (Get it man, get it man)
    Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
    Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
    Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
    Cut her a check and tell her behave


  • Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics

    Dun Deal on the track

    Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
    I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
    Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
    (No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
    Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
    Let me put you under my wing
    I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
    Let me put you under my wing
    I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
    All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

    Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
    When you get a ring, it’s a championship
    Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
    When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
    Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
    When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
    Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
    You too young to be hanging out all night with them

    Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
    Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
    What’s happening?
    Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
    What?
    Them niggas just set me up big brother
    They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
    Aw man (Ahh)
    Damn (Ahh)
    Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
    Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

    Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
    Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
    Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
    Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
    You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
    You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
    You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
    Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
    All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)


  • Nicki Minaj – Bed lyrics

    [Introduction: Ariana Grande]
    Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it
    Got a kiss, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it

    [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
    Thousand on the sheets
    Waiting for you and some thousand other sheets
    I got Tha Carter III on repeat
    Back shots to the beat of (a milli’) on you
    Got me acting like you got a milli’ on you
    You say I’m the GOAT, yeah the billy on you
    I could make all your dreams come true
    Wanna fall through, then you better come through

    [Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
    Don’t make me awake until the morning

    [Chorus: Ariana Grande]
    Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it
    Got a kiss, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it
    Love me good
    Let me down, don’t turn me down
    Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    Strawberry lingerie
    Waiting for you, strawberries lingerie
    You told me you want a way
    Messed around, messed around, put it down on you
    I’mma do everything I said I’m gon’ do
    Pretty little body in a bed and on you
    Might have to blubber like a feather on you
    What if alls, oo, yeah you better come true

    [Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
    Don’t make me awake until the morning

    [Chorus: Ariana Grande]
    Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it
    Got a kiss, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it
    Love me good
    Let me down, don’t turn me down
    Got a bed, wit’ your name on it (Ooh yeah)
    Wit’ your name on it

    [Post-Chorus: Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande]
    I’m
    A-all, all in I’m in
    A-all, all in
    A-all, all in
    A-all, all in
    Yo

    [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
    He and my stunt hit five
    He get that ciggy live
    These niggas scared they doing 50 in a 55
    I’m trynna clap them like somebody told ’em gimme five
    I’m be a half an hour but I told ’em gimme five
    I’m trynna dance on ’em, blow my advance on ’em
    I like ’em better when he got some sweatpants on ’em
    I like his hang time, he said his head right
    I said go all the way down and then head right
    I watch him f*ck it up, look at him luckin’ up
    I said you need some thick skin, baby, suck it up
    He go insane on it, I put my fame on it
    Coulda put Zayn on it, but I put your name on it

    [Chorus: Ariana Grande]
    Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it
    Got a kiss, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it
    Love me good
    Let me down, don’t turn me down (turn it down, baby)
    Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
    Wit’ your name on it


  • A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Blunt

    [Intro]
    Tank God

    [Chorus]
    I be too blunt, I say the wrong things
    I get too much, big money always
    How could you switch on me, you said you won’t change
    I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy
    I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
    I get too much, big money always
    You just switched up, you said you won’t change
    I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy

    [Verse]
    If I put a price on his head, hit him from long range
    I gotta stack up my money, I’m workin’ on off days
    Count up a lot of blue hunnids, yeah that’s what they all say
    You lookin’ beautiful girl, you look just like Beyoncé
    And I’m dangerously in love with you
    I don’t know what it is, but I fuck with you
    I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable
    But you know that I’ve got trust issues
    And you want to be out here strippin’
    And you, that’s the best with a stack
    I should just pay your tuition, ’cause I know you’re better than that
    I know you always be trippin’, ’cause you say I never be home
    But that’s how you know you my bitch, ’cause you always gon’ pick up the phone
    I won’t be callin’ you sis, don’t you be out here callin’ me bro
    The bitches I wanted to hit used to be out here callin’ me broke
    They don’t want me to win, I just want to be the GOAT
    They don’t want me to sin, it’s the reason that I do

    [Chorus]
    I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
    I get too much, big money always
    How could you switch on me, you said you won’t change
    I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy
    I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
    I get too much, big money always
    You just switched up, you said you won’t change
    I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy


  • YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)

    [Chorus: YFN Lucci]
    Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
    Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
    Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
    Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
    Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
    Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
    I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
    One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

    [Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
    Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
    If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
    Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
    We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
    No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
    Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
    Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
    That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
    Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
    Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
    Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
    If you lookin’ for some smoke we

    [Chorus: YFN Lucci]
    Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
    Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
    Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
    Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
    Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
    Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
    I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
    One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

    [Verse 2: YFN Kay]
    Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
    Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
    Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
    Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
    These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
    Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
    That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
    I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
    Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
    Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
    We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
    They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
    Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

    [Chorus: YFN Lucci]
    Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
    Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
    Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
    Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
    Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
    Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
    I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
    One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

    [Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
    Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
    Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
    Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
    You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
    Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
    Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
    Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
    I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
    On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
    Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
    One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
    We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

    [Chorus: YFN Lucci]
    Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
    Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
    Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
    Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
    Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
    Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
    I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
    One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go


  • Hopsin – Panorama City (feat. Joeytee)

    [Verse 1]
    I built this empire off rebellion
    Niggas seem to have a problem with what I be sellin’
    All I got is dope and I just make the world inhale it
    Bitch, I am the GOAT, you’re blind as fuck if you can’t tell it
    I dropped out of school so I could focus on my mission
    Principal is callin’, Mama sayin’ that I’m missin’
    I check in to homeroom and then after that I’m ditchin’
    Start off bumpin’ Dirty Dozen in my fuckin’ system
    Mom and Dad would look at me and knew my mind was missin’
    I look in the mirror, my reflection was my bestie
    That’s just how it was since crystal took my nigga Jesse
    It’s me against the planet, motherfuckers gon’ respect me
    Shit, but I ain’t trippin’, got a mighty reflex
    Stronger like I’m a feisty T-Rex
    Mobbin’ the streets with a white T 3X
    The mic is ’bout to be how I relieve stress
    Niggas blowin’ up left and right and it might be me next

    [Pre-Hook]
    Motherfucker, look me in the eyes
    And you can see it’s no surprise
    That I’ve been livin’ like there isn’t a tomorrow
    All I got is grindin’ on my mind
    Middle finger to the sky
    Fuck the planet or you’ll end up with your heart broke

    [Hook]
    In Panorama City, nigga!
    You know where to find me at
    You know where to find me at
    In Panorama City, nigga!
    You know where to find me at
    You know where to find me at
    In Panorama City, nigga!

    [Verse 2]
    Before the paper
    Way before these groupies ran the world and caused the vapors
    I was rockin’ fat Osiris’s out with the skaters
    Vandalizin’ spots until security would chase us
    Young and fuckin’ clueless as the homies that surround me
    Doin’ hoodlum shit they got me locked up in the county
    Fights are poppin’ left and right, these motherfuckers rowdy
    They gon’ whoop my ass if they find out I’m from the Valley
    My whole crew is cocky, homie, nobody could stop us
    Chillin’ on Tobias Avenue sippin’ horchata
    Shootin’ pellet guns at cars until we saw the coppers
    Once we got confronted we would lie and say it’s not us, gotcha
    A decade later I only grew worse
    Niggas say they hate me, that’s cool, I hated you first
    The truth hurts, I guess it’s just a few perks
    From all my crazy mood spurts
    The power of my mind can fuckin’ move earth

    [Pre-Hook]
    Motherfucker, look me in the eyes
    And you can see it’s no surprise
    That I’ve been livin’ like there isn’t a tomorrow
    All I got is grindin’ on my mind
    Middle finger to the sky
    Fuck the planet or you’ll end up with your heart broke

    [Hook]
    In Panorama City, nigga!
    You know where to find me at
    You know where to find me at
    In Panorama City, nigga!
    You know where to find me at
    You know where to find me at
    In Panorama City, nigga!
    You know where to find me at
    You know where to find me at
    In Panorama City, nigga!
    You know where to find me at
    You know where to find me at
    In Panorama City, nigga!

    [Outro]
    Find me in the P.C., baby!
    Find me in the P.C., baby!
    Find me in the P.C., baby!
    You know where to find me
    In Panorama City, nigga!


  • Eric Bellinger – G.O.A.T. 2.0 (feat. Wale)

    [Intro: Wale & Eric Bellinger]
    Yeah
    Truly the greatest baby (Whoo)
    All hail to my faovrite lady (Yeah)
    [?] elevate your name but I’m sayin’ you already an angel baby
    It’s Eazy

    [Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
    Shawty bad, slim, thick
    She my drug, she my fix
    And I’m all up in her mix
    She be mixin’ with the wrist
    She the plug, she finesse
    She the one they call the GOAT
    She don’t stress
    She don’t trip and she fuck with all my bros

    [Hook: Eric Bellinger]
    So if I gotta choose someone
    Then it must be her she been here since day one
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae, I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess we gon’ have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
    Now every time that she come to the crib
    I’ma break her back like I break that bank
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae

    [Verse 2: Wale]
    Yo, yo
    I guess I’ma have to call her wait
    I need someone to call me a cab
    I drunk too much but I’m on my way
    I hate fake love cause I love too hard
    [?]
    Come to your job bring lunch one time
    Then leave your job and you don’t wanna say bye
    I never say bye ’cause we just say ciao
    She the bitch, she a dolla not a dime
    Super thick, super fine
    Most important super smart
    I celebrate for your intelligence
    Fashionista so effortless
    To tell the truth I got a [?]
    But if I had to chose [?]

    [Hook: Eric Bellinger]
    So if I gotta choose someone
    Then it must be her she been here since day one
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae, I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess we gon’ have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
    Now every time that she come to the crib
    I’ma break her back like I break that bank
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae
    I guess I’ma have to call her bae

    [Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
    She the GOAT, she the GOAT
    She the GOAT, she the GOAT
    Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Gucci on all the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    She the GOAT, she the GOAT
    She the GOAT, she the GOAT
    Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Gucci on all the time

    [Outro: Eric Bellinger & Wale]
    Shawty bad, slim, thick
    She my drug, she my fix
    And I’m all up in her mix
    She be mixin’ with the wrist
    She the plug, she finesse
    She the one they call the GOAT
    She don’t stress
    She don’t trip and fuck with all my bros
    It’s Eazy, Wale too
    All the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    The Moon and back, yeah
    Mixin’ with the wrist
    That’s my plug, that’s my chick, yeah


  • The Underachievers – Head Right

    [Verse 1: Issa Gold]
    If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
    Got the weight up on my shoulders
    Play no games like no controllers
    Got your bitch inside the rover
    Blowing dope she like mimosas
    Say your prayers to my poster
    On her knees and fat
    We call that the Colin Kap
    Hit the fade and count the pack
    Laughing at the message that you sent like
    "Baby call me back!"
    Look at where we started at
    Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
    Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
    Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
    See me I be global
    Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through
    Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
    Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
    Let that trippy shit confuse you
    All my hitters for the shaking
    Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
    Nigga [?]

    [Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
    Get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

    [Verse 2: AK The Savior]
    Medicated hella faded don’t take L’s I just inhale it
    Straight from hell I burn the pavement
    Got your girl I might replace you
    For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
    Power pole extend
    No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
    Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
    I’m riding through my lands
    Passenger god is from the gram
    You probably a fan
    Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
    It’s like [?]
    Down to pull my life out for these bands
    You call it a trance
    And challenge my niggas high-caliber
    Couple of savages due to their habitat
    Niggas be actors but not with their action
    Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
    AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
    Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
    Ain’t no more momentum headed to me
    Got the passion on me and the man in my [?]
    Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
    Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
    Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
    Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
    Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
    Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
    Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
    Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

    [Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
    Get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right


  • Evander Griiim – Right Now (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

    [Intro: Gucci Mane]
    What’s happenin’?
    Griiim
    (burr burr)
    And Gucci!

    [Hook: Evander Griiim]
    Right now
    C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
    Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
    All the pussy, all the fame, right now
    All the love, all the fame, right now

    [Verse 1: Evander Griiim]
    Niggas try to ride my wave but can’t swim
    Nigga you be chewing too, too much
    Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snorin’
    Little nigga I’m the GOAT, ’bout to trip it
    Eski-eski-eskimo, I’m so cold
    Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
    On froze, nigga gold, all gold
    All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
    Poppin’ pussy, nigga woah, with my gold
    Nigga tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
    Poppin’ pussy with my thumb, with my thumb, right
    Right now
    Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
    All I wanted was a ten and a four
    All I get it for the low, for the low
    Hit that nigga, I’m the plug, right now
    Send that nigga with the bugs, right now
    All my bitches kiss bitches, and they wealthy
    And they suckin’ for the selfie
    I’m so petty, oh so petty
    Oh shit, hot shit, I’m that nigga since
    Eighth grade, poppin’ shit in the hallways
    Yellin’ dope, hella dope, this the new me
    Suckin’, signing, double D’s, overseas

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
    I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
    The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
    But I just want a good suck up and a decent wipe down
    Slidin’, leather seats reclinin’
    Blinding with expensive diamonds
    Rolex with exquisite timing
    Dining on exotic islands
    Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
    I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
    Got to eat up all this flavor
    My lean eating up my stomach lining
    I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
    Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
    Got a lil young ho that hittin’ it, say she coming right back
    Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

    [Hook: Evander Griiim]
    Right now
    C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
    Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
    All the pussy, all the fame, right now
    All the love, all the fame, right now
    C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
    Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
    All the pussy, all the fame, right now
    Right now


  • Ace Hood – X

    [Verse]
    Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
    I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
    This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
    This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
    I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
    It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
    Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
    Follow my lead and I show you the way
    I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
    Real nigga shit we can never relate
    People are not who they seem to portray
    Look in my eyes look in my soul
    You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
    I know the difference to friend and a foe
    You know the way I’ma play them up close
    Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
    No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
    Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
    Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
    One for the people who counted me out
    Give them a piece of the beast of the south
    I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
    I came to see what the hype is about
    Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
    I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
    I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
    I’m going hard as the pavement
    Wait on the day when the wave hit
    When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
    We had that suite on the ninth floor
    Living the vision we prayed for

    [Outro/Hook]
    Ooo
    Hope this hold you over to my next shit
    I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
    That’s right put me on some other shit
    I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
    She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
    I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
    I can’t even lie she help me elevate
    I feel so alive after I meditate
    Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
    Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
    Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
    Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
    Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
    Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
    Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
    Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement


  • Ace Hood – X Lyrics

    [Verse]
    Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
    I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
    This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
    This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
    I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
    It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
    Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
    Follow my lead and I show you the way
    I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
    Real nigga shit we can never relate
    People are not who they seem to portray
    Look in my eyes look in my soul
    You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
    I know the difference to friend and a foe
    You know the way I’ma play them up close
    Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
    No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
    Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
    Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
    One for the people who counted me out
    Give them a piece of the beast of the south
    I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
    I came to see what the hype is about
    Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
    I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
    I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
    I’m going hard as the pavement
    Wait on the day when the wave hit
    When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
    We had that suite on the ninth floor
    Living the vision we prayed for

    [Outro/Hook]
    Ooo
    Hope this hold you over to my next shit
    I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
    That’s right put me on some other shit
    I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
    She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
    I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
    I can’t even lie she help me elevate
    I feel so alive after I meditate
    Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
    Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
    Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
    Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
    Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
    Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
    Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
    Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement


  • Gucci Mane – I Told You Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
    Finally, this is the finale
    It’s Gucci
    Yeah, yeah, GOAT

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
    A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
    They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
    It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
    Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
    My chick is a dime piece
    I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
    These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
    A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
    From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
    I used to cook with several pots
    But now my hands in several pots
    You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
    My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I told you, I told you
    I told you, I told you
    These boys didn’t believe in me
    I showed you, I showed you
    My bitch my lil whoadie
    My bitch from Magnolia
    Surrounded by bad bitches
    We up without Forgi’s
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    I’m riding in Nascar baby
    I’m down with that asphalt
    They know not to play with us, ay
    We strapped like the black hawks
    I got that boy leaking out blood
    I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Now tell me the problem now
    I cut that head like a barber now
    They told me them boys are now
    I’ma pull up on your war right now
    The cops know we mobbing now
    I’ma go end what you started now
    We used to be dead broke
    Now we gon’ do it real larger now
    You know I’ma vet it
    Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
    They told and you let ’em
    These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
    My gold from Brazil
    I got my shit out of treasure, ay
    You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
    Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
    Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
    Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
    Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I told you, I told you
    I told you, I told you
    These boys didn’t believe in me
    I showed you, I showed you
    My bitch my lil whoadie
    My bitch from Magnolia
    Surrounded by bad bitches
    We up without Forgi’s
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    I’m riding in Nascar baby
    I’m down with that asphalt
    They know not to play with us, ay
    We strapped like the black hawks
    I got that boy leaking out blood
    I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

    [Outro: Gucci Mane]
    Burr, aha, it’s Gucci


  • Gucci Mane – I Told You (feat. Young Thug) letras

    [Intro]
    Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
    Finally, this is the finale
    It’s Gucci
    Yeah, yeah, GOAT

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
    A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
    They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
    It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
    Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
    My chick is a dime piece
    I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
    These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
    A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
    From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
    I used to cook with several pots
    But now my hands in several pots
    You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
    My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I told you, I told you
    I told you, I told you
    These boys didn’t believe in me
    I showed you, I showed you
    My bitch my lil whoadie
    My bitch from Magnolia
    Surrounded by bad bitches
    We up without Forgi’s
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    I’m riding in Nascar baby
    I’m down with that asphalt
    They know not to play with us, ay
    We strapped like the black hawks
    I got that boy leaking out blood
    I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Now tell me the problem now
    I cut that head like a barber now
    They told me them boys are now
    I’ma pull up on your war right now
    The cops know we mobbing now
    I’ma go end what you started now
    We used to be dead broke
    Now we gon’ do it real larger now
    You know I’ma vet it
    Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
    They told and you let ’em
    These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
    My gold from Brazil
    I got my shit out of treasure, ay
    You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
    Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
    Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
    Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
    Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I told you, I told you
    I told you, I told you
    These boys didn’t believe in me
    I showed you, I showed you
    My bitch my lil whoadie
    My bitch from Magnolia
    Surrounded by bad bitches
    We up without Forgi’s
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    I’m riding in Nascar baby
    I’m down with that asphalt
    They know not to play with us, ay
    We strapped like the black hawks
    I got that boy leaking out blood
    I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

    [Outro: Gucci Mane]
    Burr, aha, it’s Gucci


  • Gucci Mane – I Told You

    [Intro]
    Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
    Finally, this is the finale
    It’s Gucci
    Yeah, yeah, GOAT

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
    A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
    They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
    It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
    Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
    My chick is a dime piece
    I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
    These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
    A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
    From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
    I used to cook with several pots
    But now my hands in several pots
    You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
    My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot
    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I told you, I told you
    I told you, I told you
    These boys didn’t believe in me
    I showed you, I showed you
    My bitch my lil whoadie
    My bitch from Magnolia
    Surrounded by bad bitches
    We up without Forgi’s
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    I’m riding in Nascar baby
    I’m down with that asphalt
    They know not to play with us, ay
    We strapped like the black hawks
    I got that boy leaking out blood
    I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Now tell me the problem now
    I cut that head like a barber now
    They told me them boys are now
    I’ma pull up on your war right now
    The cops know we mobbing now
    I’ma go end what you started now
    We used to be dead broke
    Now we gon’ do it real larger now
    You know I’ma vet it
    Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
    They told and you let ’em
    These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
    My gold from Brazil
    I got my shit out of treasure, ay
    You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
    Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
    Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
    Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
    Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I told you, I told you
    I told you, I told you
    These boys didn’t believe in me
    I showed you, I showed you
    My bitch my lil whoadie
    My bitch from Magnolia
    Surrounded by bad bitches
    We up without Forgi’s
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    We live bout that cash talk baby
    I’m riding in Nascar baby
    I’m down with that asphalt
    They know not to play with us, ay
    We strapped like the black hawks
    I got that boy leaking out blood
    I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

    [Outro: Gucci Mane]
    Burr, aha, it’s Gucci


  • Wale – Brightseat Road Freestyle (Priorities 5 Album) letras

    [Intro]
    Yeah, turn me up some more
    Uh, yeah, yeah
    Wale, though
    All day, though, uh, uh, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    My mind thinks at a light speed
    Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don’t like me
    I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme
    When all them OGs was wearin’ them white jeans
    A sidekick and a dime piece
    That’s the recipe for everything I would need
    And would you ever think that bust’ from north east
    My luck would go up and the greatest rapper will sign me
    Shawn Carter, the product 5 of a lot of artists
    Seen a Future in a nigga like Desiigner product
    Tryna modify the fuckin’ top 5, home
    Get a lil chicken while the fuckin’ sky fallin’
    Sky fallin’, sky fallin’
    I’m left out of top 5s, it’s cool I write for ’em
    Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters
    And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it
    GOAT with the POEM
    Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn
    All I see, a bunch of D riders
    We gots to call out people who don’t be dope for shit
    Never seen dope or nothin’
    They think they special, but I think they bluffin’
    My plane is comin’, my J 11’s
    What Mic could say that Wale so redundant
    You know a concords?
    Aw forget it, they ain’t on board
    I’m still goin’, concord on board
    Michael Jordan, aw screw it
    The mob moves at a lightspeed
    I like brown skin bitches and Nikes
    Hate clown ass niggas
    Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat
    Road Road Road Road
    Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost


  • DJ Mustard – Know My Name (feat. Rich The Kid & Rj) (Cold Summer Album) letras

    [Hook: Rich The Kid]
    I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
    I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
    If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
    Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
    Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
    Tell your man don’t do you right
    When I got that money I ain’t change up
    Bitch you know my name, I got paper
    I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
    I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
    If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
    Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
    Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
    Tell your man don’t do you right
    When I got that money I ain’t change up
    Bitch you know my name, I got paper

    [Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
    Bitch you know my name, bitch you know my name
    Bitch I’m rich forever, put that on my chain
    Got these haters mad, we got plenty cash
    And all them hoes put the money in a paper bag
    Now these haters too salty
    Do the math, mourine, that’s a ten piece
    Woke up with a bank on a new day
    Last night dreaming ’bout a new Wraith
    Don’t she know me? I’m the GOAT like Kobe
    I got that check and call the jeweler told him freeze me
    Word around town that I made it
    Two freaks, one coupe going crazy
    I did broke that bitch bed now she stalking me
    Mommy told me more money, more enemies
    Had to learn that
    Bring your girl around me, get your bitch snatched
    [Hook: Rich The Kid]
    I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
    I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
    If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
    Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
    Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
    Tell your man don’t do you right
    When I got that money I ain’t change up
    Bitch you know my name, I got paper

    [Verse 2: RJ]
    I ain’t lying, ayy
    I ain’t lying, ayy
    I ain’t lying
    Got them eyeing my designs from the side
    Side eyeing all these dogs from behind
    Throw a bundle in her girdle, make her hunch over, ayy
    All these rush for it
    I’m a boss, she gon’ work for it
    She’s the one who hold you down from the first floor, ayy
    Started from the ground, I’m a vert boy, ayy
    Slap them rims on it, make them work for it, ayy
    Spent about a hunnid on the shirt for it
    This that type a verse with a hayayaya
    Goyard on my waist
    Fell out of love, then I jumped in that Wraith
    Slid in that at the club with my drum on display
    From my gums to my range, bust down like a layover

    [Hook: Rich The Kid]
    I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
    I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
    If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
    Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
    Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
    Tell your man don’t do you right
    When I got that money I ain’t change up
    Bitch you know my name, I got paper

    [Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
    Gotta stay one hunnid, I can’t change up
    Bitches wanna fuck me ’cause I’m famous
    Tell your bitch to leave her face painted
    She put her number in my phone but I ain’t save it
    Girl I stay one hunnid, I can’t change up
    Bitches wanna fuck me ’cause I’m famous
    Tell your bitch to leave her face painted
    She put her number in my phone but I ain’t save it

    [Hook: Rich The Kid]
    I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
    I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
    If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
    Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
    Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
    Tell your man don’t do you right
    When I got that money I ain’t change up
    Bitch you know my name, I got paper