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  • NLE Choppa – Birdboy Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Aye, huh
    Yeah
    (I don’t even think y’all niggas ready)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    SGULL
    (They not ready bruh)
    (Tay they ready?)
    Yeah, yeah
    (Tay said “No”)
    What?
    Yeah
    Huh, huh

    [Verse 1]
    Bullets hit a nigga up, like I’m playin’ Pac-Man
    Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
    Nigga call me doo-doo, yeah I’m the shit man
    Nigga talking shit, so I fired on his bitch-ass
    Glock freeze him up, call that freeze tag
    Choppa leave him stuck, that’s a bitch man
    If a nigga play, Imma hit him broad day
    With the K
    Make a nigga go, ah, yeah
    Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
    Fuckin’ on another nigga bae, yeah
    Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah
    Nigga I’m real, you fake, yeah
    I be totin’ them glizzy, we love toting’ guns
    I do it for real, you do it for fun
    When an opp see me, you know they gon’ run
    I hang out the window, shoot shit like Lebron
    You know that I hit ’em, I had to get ’em
    They thought I was bowlin’, I had to split ’em
    7.62, cut him down the middle
    Cookin him up like a fuckin’ McGriddle
    Saw me in the game, and you know that Imma score, bitch
    Pull up with the gang
    Twist a finger make it bang
    To be honest, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed
    Bullets fallin’ out the sky, let that bitch rain
    2-3 shots, take him out with a bang
    Back in the summer, I didn’t have a name
    Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin’
    Damn lil Choppa, she say that you slangin’
    Hit it from the back, have her changin’ language

    [Break]
    Huh?
    (*Ringer*)
    What the fuck?
    Bitch stop calling my phone!

    [Verse 2]
    I hit her one time then I leave her alone
    I know I’m not right, ’cause I’m doin her wrong
    Just like a dog, I just want a bone
    We makin ’em serve, we serve in a cone
    I’m a real nigga, you cannot clone
    I’m cold with this shit like my first name was stone
    I’m still a menace…
    Huh? (What the fuck?)
    I am a devil
    Whole other level

    [Refrain]
    I’m clutchin’ my metal
    Cook him like a vegetable
    She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible
    I’m clutchin’ my metal
    Cook him like a vegetable
    She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible
    I’m clutchin’ my metal
    Cook him like a vegetable
    She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible

    [Verse 3]
    Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was bruisin’
    Now I’m up in high school getting head from my tutor
    Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter
    Shoot him in the head, I’m tryna knock out his noodles
    I’m a big dog, little nigga you a poodle
    I sell a bitch a dream like my name Young Ruler
    Pop off, like I’m Martin Luther
    Bullets bless him, that’s a hallelujah

    [Outro]
    Hrrrrr
    Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
    (They shootin’)
    Slatt, Slatt
    Choppa


  • Lud Foe – Suffer

    I hit the mall gucci, Louie, Fendi
    I just buy it all
    Shout out to my shooter he retarded he ain’t got it all
    Must be drunk bet you had you too much of that alcohol
    John wall bitch i shoot but i dont play no basketball
    Coulda shoulda woulda, but you didn’t
    Double G my Gucci shirt is linen
    I put Forgiatos on a Bentley
    Windows tinted they can’t see who in it
    I ain’t been broke in a minute
    They ain’t sold dope in a minute
    Back in the day i sold plenty
    Cause minimum wage wasn’t gon get it
    We gang bang nigga rep yo set wtf you claim
    Thick bitch tattoo on her ass yea that be my name
    Talk shit imma get you changed for a piece of change
    Walking lick silence on the stick you won’t hear a thing
    Sold dope from my granma house cause imma hustler
    You might get a discount if you a customer
    Yea i think you’s a rat nigga, you hang with bustas
    This bitch say she in love w me but i dont trust her
    I pulled up im in a tesla the color mustard
    You police you trynna cuff her im trynna fuck her
    She calling me I blocked her number im tryna duck her
    Leave niggas with the shitty face i make em suffer
    Got racks up in the pillow case and under the covers
    You in a turtle race i got a quicker pace im getting bigger cake
    Bigger cake up on my dinner plate what should i eat today
    Aim at yo head crack it like a egg you think its easter day
    I just bought my shooter rugers
    Fuck her send her in a uber
    Imma winner yous a loser fuck the teacher and a tutor
    The feds watch my stash house i gotta watch how I maneuver
    You make me bring my mask out you think that i was freddie kreuger
    They find you with yo ass out now you smelling like manure
    I picked up my shell casings dump them bitches in the sewer
    We Shot up the family reunion bitch we some party poopers
    I fucked her and sold her a dream i think im Martin Luther
    You fucked up think you can fuck with me you got me fucked up like rosa feet kicked up sitting on the back of my tour bus
    When i left the strip club i pulled out doing donuts
    Ride forgious and velanos while your car on donuts
    Niggas sneak dissing and dont even know us
    You say you bout it you gon have to show us
    Run off with yo money like janky promoters
    My car is my baby i roll like a stroller
    And we pop your top like some strawberry soda
    These bankrolls on me be so big i can’t fold em
    And we empty Glocks double back and reload em
    I ran out of coke, so that soap what i sold em
    Its so many grams in these blunts i can’t roll em
    Got so many bricks on them boats i can’t float em
    These pistols got bodies but we still gon tote em
    Won’t aim at yo body them caskets we close em


  • B.o.B – Blank Mafia (Elements Album)

    [Verse 1: B.o.B]
    I been workin’, you been sleepin’
    Flex on purpose, for no reason
    Make your bitch disappear, black Houdini
    Take the top off, like I’m streaking
    Compliments feed me, I’m way too conceited
    Sharp with my ego, I’m way too strategic
    Martin Luther, I’ve been dreaming
    Revolution, that’s dangerous thinking

    [Chorus: B.o.B]
    Dangerous thinking (X2)
    They been plotting, keeping secrets
    Boycotting mortgage that’s dangerous thinking
    Boycotting taxes, that’s dangerous thinking
    Boycott authority, dangerous thinking!

    [Verse 2: B.o.B]
    Turn off the TV, it’s way too misleading
    Telling them lies, until you believe them
    Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it, repeat it
    It don’t take a genius to pick up the pieces
    I gotta speak in remedial English
    Just for my niggas to see what’s the meaning
    Straight from the bottom, its hell I done seen it
    It’s crazy the devil got that bitch on freezing!
    World is so cold, I’m sick with this flow
    Swear it’s a blessing, I’m here with these people that’s
    Losing lives, people grieving
    People starving, I been eating
    It’s No Genre, La Familia
    We the squad, we the legion
    It’s a jungle, on my chest I’m beating
    Revolution, that’s dangerous thinking
    Bandz

    [Chorus: B.o.B]
    Dangerous thinking (X2)
    They been plotting, keeping secrets
    Boycotting mortgage that’s dangerous thinking
    Boycotting taxes, that’s dangerous thinking
    Boycott authority, dangerous thinking!

    [Verse 3: B.o.B]
    Sometimes I can’t keep control of myself
    Some people can’t get a hold of myself
    Sometimes I can’t get a hold of myself
    So I write a reminder, a note to myself
    Saying fuck the whole world, it’s a global affair
    I just sold some fire to Smokey The Bear
    Times getting hard, any moment I swear
    Ima move in the woods, in the forest somewhere
    Saying, fuck all the taxes I owe
    Grow a beard and start trafficking blow
    Throw a party and shit, its gon’ be super lit
    Ima call all the ratchets I know
    I hear this voice, when I’m sleeping
    Either its God, or Morgan Freeman
    When you see it, when you see it
    Revolution, that’s dangerous thinking

    [Chorus: B.o.B]
    Dangerous thinking (X2)
    They been plotting, keeping secrets
    Boycotting mortgage that’s dangerous thinking
    Boycotting taxes, that’s dangerous thinking
    Boycott authority, dangerous thinking!

    [Verse 4: B.o.B]
    I am not preaching
    Where are your facts, nigga you reaching
    I’m peaceful but I stay with hittas’ that might beat the black off a nigga like, nigga you bleaching!
    A lot on my mind, and my line is receding
    I jump out my sleep cuz I keep seeing demons
    Just got evicted for no goddamn reason
    They prolly just mad cuz I’m black and I’m breathing!
    I am not some kind of magical genie
    That shits miracles out my ass while I’m sneezing
    The work I put into this craft that I’m bringing
    Is too transcendental for half of you heathens
    It’s no secret, they been watching , getting heated
    I’ve been mobbing, taking meetings
    Evolution, that’s dangerous thinking
    BANDZ!

    [Chorus: B.o.B]
    Dangerous thinking (X2)
    They been plotting, keeping secrets
    Boycotting mortgage that’s dangerous thinking
    Boycotting taxes, that’s dangerous thinking
    Boycott authority, dangerous thinking!


  • PnB Rock – Want It All (feat. Styles P) letras

    [Hook]
    I just want it all right now
    I just wanna ball right now
    Swear, I want everything, everything
    I just want everything
    I just want it all right now
    I just wanna ball right now
    Swear, I want everything, everything
    I just want everything

    [Verse 1]
    Spit it for the streets cause I know that’s what they want
    When it come to work for them fiends I got that A-1
    When I say that A-1, I ain’t talkin’ steak sauce
    Bitch I’m talkin’ 9, 10, quarters and them 8 balls
    Spit it for the jails know what it [?] feel like
    Prolly ain’t gon’ be a fucking star but bitch I still
    Rest in peace to Moe
    I miss ’em we was drill type
    Shit, ain’t a day ain’t around [?]
    All I do is get high, fuck bitches, get fly
    Blowing money fast while these niggas barely get by
    Don’t know how they falter
    Niggas always broke, man
    But everywhere you go them fiends always wanna smoke, man
    And I’ma get it right back
    Put your chopper to the sky and wave it side to side
    She keep it real high ’til the law come
    And when they come, just pray
    Just cause they make the law, we gon’ break it
    That’s real shit
    Real niggas do real things
    Loyalty is a lifestyle that niggas don’t live, man
    Lean told me that when I was upstate
    Did a little bid, he was real cause he wrote me back
    Real nigga facts, I sold crack to my man mom
    Can’t change the past nor I can predict the future
    This the gutter that mean it was real like Martin Luther
    I had a dream I would make it some day
    No job, DCC5, shit I was slanging yay
    Know what I do is wrong, that’s why everyday I pray
    [?] life of a [?] and continue with my name
    Shit, fuck it I can’t help it I’ma muscle up
    Movin’ weight these niggas still pushing double up
    Been doing this since my bitch was playing double dutch
    And we the same age since a youngin’ I was cuttin’ up
    Chop it up raw, hood on smash
    58, 12 skinnies put it in the bag
    That was in the past this the present time
    Nigga need work you say hoe let me call my line
    ‘What’s up Watt I need a couple jaws’
    Like nigga why you cussing on my fucking phone
    Ain’t God called back [?]
    I got what you need just bring my cash
    Send my youngin’ on a mission bring that chicken back
    [?] flippin pack
    Where they do that at, not around here
    And if you not from ’round here no need to come around here
    [Verse 2: Styles P]
    I jsut want it all, I just wanna ball
    Me and my homies spending millions at the mall
    Came a long way from hustling up in the hall
    Waiting on a trip for customer to call
    Baby want the crib with the waterfall
    Balmain, Hermes, vacations in the fall
    Vacations in the winter in tropical resort
    100 P’s in the town that I’m tryna cop ’em all
    Tryna knock ’em off, then tryna cop some more
    You was told that tough shit this what the Glock for
    You tell these hoes you married
    My niggas ain’t from Houston but we let them rockets off
    You ain’t doing shit but you said you poppin’ off
    You really got that bag and drop it off
    This is PnB Rock and Ghost from D-Block
    I want it all if it’s dirty money give me a detox

    [Hook]
    I just want it all right now
    I just wanna ball right now
    Swear, I want everything, everything
    I just want everything
    I just want it all right now
    I just wanna ball right now
    Swear, I want everything, everything
    I just want everything


  • ASAP Ferg – New Level (Remix) (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Future & Lil Uzi Vert) letras

    [Intro: A$AP Ferg & Future]
    Yeah, yeah
    A$AP
    Turn my vocals up a little bit more please, yeah
    (Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
    A$AP
    Yeah, load ’em up, yeah
    I’m on a new level! I’m on it, I’m on it
    Woof! Woof! Woof! Ayy!

    [Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
    Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
    Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
    Woof! Woof! Woof! Ayy!

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
    I’m on a new level
    Remember when mices jumping out the frigidaire
    Broke, poor, they eliminate us
    Throw my people down the incinerator
    Malcom X, Martin Luther (hallelujah)
    Jim Crow is back at it (talkin’ to ya)
    Bought a gold chain (more power to ya)
    Wanted more bling (but I got a Ruger)
    Brown water in my system now (yea)
    Henny got me in my feelings now
    I’m feelin’ like “fuck the system now” (yea)
    Cause all they do is shoot my people down
    That newer level was the ceiling now
    They want to kill us with the vision now
    I’ll be damned if I’m killing now
    I go to Sony, bring the building down
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I bought a new devil (I bought a new devil)
    I still got a new shovel (I still got a new shovel)
    To put you to my shoe level (put you to my shoe level)
    Just know my crew rebels (know my crew rebels)
    That put you niggas in the dirt (yeah)
    Chain with the new bezel (chain with the new bezel)
    All my nigga’s put in work

    [Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
    Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
    Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
    All my niggas put in work

    [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
    I’m on a new level
    Getting money, went up two levels
    Now my bars hot like a tea kettle
    She ride my dick, I got two pedels
    Bitch I’m hot as a match
    Pull up to Diablo, that be two devils
    Heard your girl was a freak
    Yeah, but that’s only if you let her
    Pull off in my ride with the new leather
    Yeah, the one with the red letters
    Matter of fact, you bring her, bring her
    Ay, don’t forget yourself too
    Yeah, matter of fact, bring your whole crew
    Yeah, Lil Uzi pull Lambo coupe
    Yeah, now your girl I’mma recruit
    Yeah, blow on me just like some soup
    Yeah, blow on me just like a flute
    Yeah, blow on me like a loose tooth
    Yeah, first she showed me just how it move
    Yeah, I fucked that girl right cause she new
    I will not touch her
    Yeah, if it’s already not two
    Hey, Rafi and Ricky, my boo
    Yeah, went and new leveled my shoe

    [Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
    Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
    Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
    All my niggas put in work

    [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
    On another, ‘nother level now
    That’s shrooms, acid, drank, weed, pills
    Fresh manicure, breaking down the bag
    Didn’t even stain my clean nails
    I bet there’s some killers who die for me
    Catch a body on they free will
    My West Coast niggas ride for me
    Word to the homie G Will
    Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign
    My crew look like an exhibition now
    Mama only riding Benzes now
    Traded in the Expedition now
    My bitches only flying business now
    My pretty face up in the Gusiness now
    I model Dior like I’m Christian now
    Got her masturbating to my pictures now
    Two front gold teeth
    All I want for Christmas is peace between brothers and police
    24 diamond karat gold leash on my exotic pet
    Exotic car, no lease
    And I designed it, back to you flooded with diamonds
    Bitches they call me Your Highness
    Sipping on medicine, when no coughing, no sinus
    That alarm all the sirens

    [Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
    I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    Bought me a new shovel (I’m on a new level)
    Put these niggas in the dirt (yeah)
    Chain with the new bezel (I’m on a new level)
    All my niggas put in work (all my niggas put in work)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
    Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
    Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
    Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
    All my niggas put in work


  • Vic Mensa – Go Tell Em (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

    [Sample]
    Go tell em, go tell em
    Go tell em, go tell em
    Go tell em, go tell em

    [Verse 1]
    Go tell em, I’m gon’ tell what they don’t tell ’em
    We been under water since they threw us in the boat
    Sellin cotton pickin’ blues
    Rock and roll, real role builders
    Serving white America before we was dope dealing
    Brick laid the birth of a nation, it’s the Roc
    White house, black man, plantation, it’s Barack
    But we still can’t cross the street
    Without the cops trynna Zimmerman us while the whole neighborhood watch
    They chained us to the auction block but now we changin’ the locks
    ‘Cause even Bill O’Reilly daughter out here drinkin’ Ciroc
    Now that’s what I call the 21st Century Fox
    Where Megyn Kelly try to tell me Santa’s white
    It’s in town
    Murder us right?
    I just remember rap stars the new Bach
    I pull strings like the orchestra, shut down your corporate
    Nat Turner
    Run up in the doors to your Nordstrom with a hundred niggas ready
    And a hundred thousand more for ya
    [Hook]
    I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man
    I feel the blood my momma fought for
    See the scars on her hand
    Oh tell me there ain’t no looking back now
    Oh lord, as far as I ran
    So take these chains or give me death
    Either way we coming again

    [Sample]
    Go tell em, go tell em
    Go tell em, go tell em
    Go tell em, go tell em

    [Verse 2]
    Stripped from the family
    Ripped from reality
    Belly of the beast to the grips of the tragedy
    Couldn’t touch my soul so they whipped my anatomy
    I re-wrote the script when they thought they had mastered me
    1-2-3
    Now I’m counting up the casualties
    Mounting up the calvary
    Riding with a master piece
    Shotgun shells show you god when they blast for me
    Running like a wolf when they send the dogs after me
    Fighting for my freedom, yes I had the audacity
    Hangin’ from the trees, black blood on the leaves
    Jumping overboard, black bodies in the sea
    I die on my feet ‘fore I live on my knees
    So you know I’m not begging if I say “Nigga please”

    [Hook]
    I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man
    I feel the blood my momma fought for
    See the scars on her hand
    Oh tell me it ain’t no looking back now
    Oh lord as far as I ran
    So take these chains or give me death
    Either way we coming again


  • Vic Mensa – Go Tell ’em letras

    [Sample]
    Go tell em, go tell em
    Go tell em, go tell em
    Go tell em, go tell em

    [Verse 1]
    Go tell em, I’m gon’ tell what they don’t tell ’em
    We been under water since they threw us in the boat
    Sellin cotton pickin’ blues
    Rock and roll, real role builders
    Serving white America before we was dope dealing
    Brick laid the birth of a nation, it’s the Roc
    White house, black man, plantation, it’s Barack
    But we still can’t cross the street
    Without the cops trynna Zimmerman us while the whole neighborhood watch
    They chained us to the auction block but now we changin’ the locks
    ‘Cause even Bill O’Reilly daughter out here drinkin’ Ciroc
    Now that’s what I call the 21st Century Fox
    Where Megyn Kelly try to tell me Santa’s white
    It’s in town
    Murder us right?
    I just remember rap stars the new Bach
    I pull strings like the orchestra, shut down your corporate
    Nat Turner
    Run up in the doors to your Nordstrom with a hundred niggas ready
    And a hundred thousand more for ya
    [Hook]
    I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man
    I feel the blood my momma fought for
    See the scars on her hand
    Oh tell me there ain’t no looking back now
    Oh lord, as far as I ran
    So take these chains or give me death
    Either way we coming again

    [Sample]
    Go tell em, go tell em
    Go tell em, go tell em
    Go tell em, go tell em

    [Verse 2]
    Stripped from the family
    Ripped from reality
    Belly of the beast to the grips of the tragedy
    Couldn’t touch my soul so they whipped my anatomy
    I re-wrote the script when they thought they had mastered me
    1-2-3
    Now I’m counting up the casualties
    Mounting up the calvary
    Riding with a master piece
    Shotgun shells show you god when they blast for me
    Running like a wolf when they send the dogs after me
    Fighting for my freedom, yes I had the audacity
    Hangin’ from the trees, black blood on the leaves
    Jumping overboard, black bodies in the sea
    I die on my feet ‘fore I live on my knees
    So you know I’m not begging if I say “Nigga please”

    [Hook]
    I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man
    I feel the blood my momma fought for
    See the scars on her hand
    Oh tell me it ain’t no looking back now
    Oh lord as far as I ran
    So take these chains or give me death
    Either way we coming again