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  • Bhad Bhabie – Babyface Savage Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (Pliznaya, Pliznaya, Pliznaya)

    [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
    Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
    Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
    Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
    Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
    Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
    Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
    Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
    Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

    [Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
    Drop a little check, get active, action
    Babyface savage, gon’ pull up blastin’
    Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
    Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
    Magic with the ratchet, make these bitches disappear
    Itty bitty bitches in my mentions, listen here
    Itty bitty bitch, I run the city like the mayor
    The bitch with the red ponytail in her hair (In her hair)
    Ridin’ this beat like a motherfuckin’ snare
    Playin’ with the bands like a bankroll (Bankroll)
    Pockets full of huncho, hundos (Boom, boom)
    Gotta keep the nine like Rondo
    Cop a new condo, pronto
    Rollin’ Backwoods, no Fronto, fuck no
    Been had the juice, ten shots out the Bronco
    Your bitch mad ’cause she ain’t the one, though
    (The one though, bitch)

    [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
    Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
    Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
    Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
    Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
    Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
    Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
    Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
    Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

    [Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
    Get, get, get, get
    Stones in the Cartier, hoes get naughtier
    .44 leave a lil’ hole in everybody here
    Money, hoes, bitches, got more than everybody here
    Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
    ‘Fore I get up out of here, we gon’ let up out of here
    Them broke hoes came to fuck, gon’ get a body here
    Had a redhead with me, it ain’t no Lil Yachty here
    41 millimeter face, first 48
    Bust down, water got it floodin’ out the Rollie face
    Money made, more to make, lot of hoes, more to take
    New car, stolen plates, fast like Golden State
    Nigga trippin’, tell him he can get it by the shoulder blade
    AK chopper, my bitch, we should go on dates
    30 in the dirty on my hip, goin’ both ways
    I’ve been up four days, trappin’ out the hallway

    [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Tory Lanez]
    Comin’ out hard like ’88 (It’s Tory), make a bitch levitate
    Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
    Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
    Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
    Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
    Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
    Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
    Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
    Drop a lil’ check, everybody die


  • Joe Budden – Uncle Joe lyrics

    [Intro]
    It’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

    [Verse 1]
    It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
    Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
    Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
    Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
    Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
    Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
    I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
    Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
    It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
    Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
    And Ross dropped “B.M.F.” and y’all would sing in the streets
    I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
    Check this shit
    I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
    Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
    Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
    I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
    Fuck is you saying?
    Only been a sensation for only two generations
    I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
    Friends are forever changing
    And all them niggas I came up in the game with
    Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
    [Interlude]
    They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, “what up?” all I hear is “Uncle Joe” in this bitch

    [Verse 2]
    Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
    Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
    I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
    When we see you we just go in your shit
    It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
    Don’t understand it, dawg
    Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
    Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
    It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
    Y’all hear Post Malone and think of “White Iverson”
    I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
    I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
    I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
    When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
    But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
    I got a stash I never go in and shit
    Same emotionless kids
    Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
    Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
    You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
    Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
    Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
    (And what else?)
    And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
    Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
    That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
    Bria’s in the W with Sandra
    The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
    Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
    Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
    It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
    Nigga


  • The Neighbourhood – Baby Came Home 2 / Valentines (Wiped Out! Album) letras

    She was five foot four
    With some money on the floor
    And box that’s hidden under her bed
    I was only twenty two
    With a pocket full of truth
    But I gave her everything that I had
    We were born and raised in the Golden State
    Mommy’s gone and daddy’s doing his best
    I was brought up great living section eight
    Social security’s paying the rent, ooh
    The landlord called, she said you gotta go
    Little one you just lost your, ooh, yeah
    She was five foot four
    Getting money on tour
    But her socks were at the end of my bed
    Got our names tattooed on each other
    Just to prove to each other
    That we’d do what we said
    Only took a few days
    ‘Til our minds were made up
    And we thought we should try it again
    I was only seventeen when we first tried things
    When she first made me feel like a man, oh
    Who am I gonna call?
    Who’s gonna catch me when I
    Who’s the one you’re sleeping with?
    Who
    Don’t you sit in front of me
    And wait for me to talk
    You can call me up
    Phone works two ways, you know
    This time baby
    And I think that I’ll be just fine
    I wish I could say the same for you
    I, yeah I do
    I, hey


  • Coolwater Set & RAC – The Coast

    Ride the coast (x3)
    I’m waiting to go wherever you take me
    Slow up, slow up, ride the coast
    On the coast you can find me
    I’m riding the waves, got Cali behind me

    Behind the wheel cause I could never stand still
    I’m at the ville, I need a better view am I allowed to chill
    I’m from the coast, we caught the most but play us close
    We stay lowkey underrated though and always faded in the lows
    Heard that’s my baby though, that down next to my caddy
    Living that candy, tatted, flossing that baddest, yeah she automatic
    With that mad fatty, double the patty, drop it for this mac daddy
    No static, when on the ride, in Venice playing that good Cali
    Catching the vapours, feel the bass, we call that sally
    Sparky sunsets that undress that beautiful to the valley
    As I flow with the most, cruise control down Pacific coast
    Never feeling lost, life goes round, how it’s spose

    So unless the waves can break me
    Cutting the breeze and ride the coast
    You got me elevated
    Tree’s got me leanin’ while I coast
    Leanin’ while I coast
    Ride the coast
    I’m waiting to go wherever you take me
    Slow up, slow up, ride the coast
    On the coast you can find me
    I’m riding the waves
    Ride the coast

    A moment of silence, no killing my vibing
    (As I coast)
    I put in that mileage, I’m good when I’m riding
    (On my coast)
    On nights when I can’t sleep, my fam in the back seat
    (As I coast)
    I’m running a marathon with rims from the swap meet
    (I still coast)
    I been through phases, caught in Cali waves
    Faded by the sunny days when lemons turn to lemonade
    When K Town be the shadiest, them hood rats get the craziest
    I hotbox with my lady while we cruise, we be the haziest
    Hot like Cheetos and ain’t nobody beef like we roast
    Today was a good day, Ice Cube’n with you west to the east coast
    I’m smooth as wood grain, GOOD
    Cause we know we on the road to riches, on the Golden State while we coast

    So unless the waves can break me
    Cutting the breeze and ride the coast
    You got me elevated
    Tree’s got me leanin’ while I coast
    Leanin’ while I coast
    Ride the coast
    I’m waiting to go wherever you take me
    Slow up, slow up, ride the coast
    On the coast you can find me
    I’m riding the waves, got Cali behind me

    Thanks to Adele for submitting these lyrics.