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  • Kodak Black – Corrlinks And Jpay (Painting Pictures Album)

    [Intro]
    Ear Dummers
    Sniper gang
    Mike WiLL Made-It

    [Verse 1]
    I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
    No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
    I ain’t talkin’ Blige but I’m blowin’ Mary J
    You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
    I gotta keep the fire, try me, I’m gon’ let it rain
    ‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
    On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
    Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
    I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope lock up
    I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
    Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
    I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
    Ayy, repeat what you just said, you don’t want no problems
    I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
    I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
    I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
    I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
    When I jump up in that beamer, I be thot hoppin’
    All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
    I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
    I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
    They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the ground
    I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
    I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

    [Chorus]
    Corrlinks and JPay
    Corrlinks and JPay
    Corrlinks and JPay
    Corrlinks and JPay
    Corrlinks and JPay

    [Verse 2]
    For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
    Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
    That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
    I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
    I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
    Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
    This for them niggas eatin’ Zoom Zoom’s and Wam Wam’s
    And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
    Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
    That boy a Jimmy told me Black you a profit, nigga
    Cause when you, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

    [Chorus]
    Corrlinks and JPay
    Corrlinks and JPay
    Corrlinks and JPay
    Corrlinks and JPay
    Corrlinks and JPay


  • Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone

    [Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
    Yaaah, oh yaaah
    Ooooh, Thugger
    Yeah, Travis Scott
    Thugger, Thugger baby
    Yaah

    [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
    I pour a four up
    I call your hoe up
    Just to fuck her and show her
    I just went, got my dough up
    Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
    Then I go and pour four up
    Then I roll up that roll up
    Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
    (Like Brrrrr)

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
    Never will I cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwing that Rollie on you
    I like the way it be freezin’

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Pour up a four of that Actavis
    Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
    Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
    I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
    Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
    I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
    I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
    I need all this cash, I got hella kids
    I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
    Back the fuck up, you too little
    Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
    I don’t talk to no man in the middle
    I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
    But I did pay my sister’s tuition
    I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
    Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
    Mama told me I’m her brightest star
    Mama told me don’t hate on the law
    Because everybody got a job
    Because everybody wan’ be a star
    Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
    She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
    Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    [Verse 3: Quavo]
    Pick up the phone
    Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
    I thought I was right
    Then I had to man up, I was wrong
    I hate when we fight
    She in love with the pipe
    I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
    Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
    Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
    She had a dream with Celine
    So I bought it twice
    Young nigga make it right back tonight
    Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
    Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
    Wrist polar bear, Klondike
    And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
    Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
    Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
    If i ever call your phone baby
    Best believe its only one time

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
    Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
    Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    [Outro]
    Pick up the phone
    I’m in the zone


  • Young Thug & Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
    Yaaah, oh yaaah
    Ooooh, Thugger
    Yeah, Travis Scott
    Thugger, Thugger baby
    Yaah

    [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
    I pour a four up
    I call your hoe up
    Just to fuck her and show her
    I just went, got my dough up
    Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
    Then I go and pour four up
    Then I roll up that roll up
    Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
    (Like Brrrrr)
    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
    Never will I cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwing that Rollie on you
    I like the way it be freezin’
    (Brrrrr)

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Pour up a four of that Actavis
    Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
    Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
    I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
    Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
    I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
    I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
    I need all this cash, I got hella kids
    I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
    Back the fuck up, you too little
    Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
    I don’t talk to no man in the middle
    I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
    But I did pay my sister’s tuition
    I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
    Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
    Mama told me I’m her brightest star
    Mama told me don’t hate on the law
    Because everybody got a job
    Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
    Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
    She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
    (Brrrrr)

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    [Verse 3: Quavo]
    Pick up the phone
    Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
    I thought I was right
    Then I had to man up, I was wrong
    I hate when we fight
    She in love with the pipe
    I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
    Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
    Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
    She had a dream with Céline
    So I bought it twice
    Young nigga make it right back tonight
    Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
    Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
    Wrist polar bear, Klondike
    And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
    Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
    Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
    If I ever call your phone baby
    Best believe it’s only one time
    (Brrrrrr)

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
    I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
    I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
    I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    Never will l cheat on you
    Never will I commit treason
    Blowin’ a bag on you
    Do all of that for no reason
    I’ma pull up and murk too
    Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
    Throwin’ that Rollie on you
    I like the way you be freezin’

    [Outro]
    Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
    I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
    I’m in the zone