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  • T.I. – Jefe Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Oyy papi, [??]
    No more apologizing for being excellent
    From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon’ be dope
    And no apologize for it
    I’m sorry I’m dope, nigga
    Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
    God, I’m so good

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (the make it again)
    I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
    Shit, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again)
    I know they don’t like it, they taking it in
    Fuck up a check, then we making it back
    She like Chanel, I’ma drape her in that
    She want the D, I’ve been waiting on that
    I’ve been doing my thing, they’ve been hating on that
    And I meant what I said, I ain’t taking it back
    We get you chain, we ain’t taking it back
    Reach for my chain, get [??] for that
    Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please
    I know we balling too much
    And all of these pretty hoes falling for us
    I say [??] mami, and call it to us
    If I give you my number, don’t call me too much, comprende?
    City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
    I’m in Balenci’, Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
    Flex on the ‘gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
    (but really you broke)
    Since suckas pop shit on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
    Know niggas that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes (telling these jokes)
    While we gettin’ money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
    They say we talk about money too much
    But maybe they ain’t getting money enough
    I say, ‘Dimelo’ papi, he combo the trucks
    He gon’ make a tab and I’m running it up, gracias!

    [Verse 2: T.I.]
    Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
    Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
    So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see ’em, don’t do anything
    Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
    Been stuntin’ and shining since back in the nineties
    I’m ’bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
    Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
    In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
    I’m solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
    See these niggas, I just be like, ‘What the fuck?’
    Ain’t no way in hell you can fuck with us
    Like a bad bitch with no furniture
    I can’t do nothin’ with her
    Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
    That’s how I do, ay, can’t give you the formula
    Don’t stop me, I’m just warming up
    Niggas be actin’, the fuck they perfomin’ for
    Leave ’em right there for the coroner
    Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
    Aston Martin, the attire is formal
    How we kick it, ain’t shit ’bout us normal
    We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream
    Stacking that paper
    Hearin’ my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
    Dripping that flavor
    Fuck niggas hating, don’t try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
    Ski an invader
    David Chepelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
    Run to the smoke and then running in tail
    Open the vault ’cause you [?] jail

    [Bridge: Female voice & T.I.]
    Como ese [??] plata or plomo?
    [??] como [??]
    [??] bitch
    Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
    You know that nigga?
    [??]
    What’d he do?
    Ask him if he got some weed
    [??] grande [??]
    Man, what’d you just say?
    [??] is how you say a lot of weed
    Yeah [??] grande [??]
    Hell yeah
    Mucho
    Ya dig?


  • Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

    [Hook]
    I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
    Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
    Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
    Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
    Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
    Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
    If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
    Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

    [Verse 1]
    I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
    Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
    Nigga like me gon’ find a way
    Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
    Me and cash got some kind of marriage
    I got too many diamond pendants
    All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
    Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
    Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
    LV’s all on my denim
    Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
    Shades got them M’s on ’em
    Pockets got them bands on ’em
    .40 got a fan on it
    Accounts, I put bands on it
    Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
    I get jiggy I get jiggy
    Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
    I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
    Dream chasing like Meek Milly
    Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

    [Hook]
    I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
    Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
    Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
    Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
    Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
    Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
    If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
    Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

    [Verse 2]
    Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
    Need a beach house down in Cancun
    I got a view of the stars and the moon
    All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
    Outside white, red seats in the coupe
    Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
    24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
    Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
    Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
    He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
    He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
    Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

    [Hook]
    I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
    Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
    Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
    Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
    Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
    Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
    If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
    Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree


  • Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Album)

    [Hook]
    I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
    Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
    Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
    Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
    Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
    Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
    If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
    Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

    [Verse 1]
    I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
    Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
    Nigga like me gon’ find a way
    Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
    Me and cash got some kind of marriage
    I got too many diamond pendants
    All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
    Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
    Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
    LV’s all on my denim
    Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
    Shades got them M’s on ’em
    Pockets got them bands on ’em
    .40 got a fan on it
    Accounts, I put bands on it
    Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
    I get jiggy I get jiggy
    Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
    I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
    Dream chasing like Meek Milly
    Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

    [Hook]
    I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
    Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
    Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
    Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
    Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
    Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
    If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
    Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

    [Verse 2]
    Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
    Need a beach house down in Cancun
    I got a view of the stars and the moon
    All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
    Outside white, red seats in the coupe
    Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
    24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
    Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
    Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
    He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
    He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
    Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

    [Hook]
    I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
    Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
    Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
    Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
    Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
    Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
    If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
    Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree


  • Meek Mill – Offended

    [Intro]
    M-m-m-murda
    Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
    I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Molly, my cup look like bath salt
    And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
    Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
    They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
    Pay everybody like a cash card
    I switch through the lanes like a Nascar
    The Rollie stainless, stainless
    We young and rich and we dangerous
    I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
    And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
    Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
    Make me catch you slipping then (?) nigga
    The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
    I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
    I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
    I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
    Put a swimming pool in the living room
    How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
    Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
    Rock star lifestyle
    Your hoes going wild

    [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
    Sat on my shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
    Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
    I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a chain
    If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
    Swing through your block better not sweep it back
    Land on your spot where your peoples at
    Smoke you where ever we see you at
    You don’t want no problem so keep it down
    ‘Fore you get your man murdered
    Hitters in the van lurking
    I put bread on the beef
    Turn it to a hamburger
    Put that paper on the scale nigga
    Little homies talking big money
    When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
    Put a bag on your man
    Hit ’em with the things, hit ’em that’s an L nigga
    So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
    And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
    I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

    [Verse 3: 21 Savage]
    Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
    I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been done shot a nigga, whoa
    Hundred shotters with me, whoa
    VVS’s on me, whoa
    VVS’s on me, bling
    Badaboom, badabing, 21
    Marsh hit, seen the hit shoot up your car shit
    Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
    We put them drums in them carbons, 21
    We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
    I might take your chain if it sparkle, fat
    Street nigga really came from nothing
    Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
    Kill a nigga then you saying something
    You was talking, nigga I was hustling
    We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
    You was texting, nigga I was fucking
    I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
    Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
    Car foreign and my gun Russian
    Sneak dissing get a concussion
    21, 21, 21

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
    I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys


  • DJ Mustard – What These B*tches Want (feat. Meek Mill, Nipsey Hussle & Ty Dolla $Ign) (Cold Summer Album) letras

    [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
    Before this rapping I wanted to be a kingpin
    On the corner with niggas running them things in
    I was told get the money and bring the team in
    And never ever let them hoes get between them
    Born a slave, but I die a king, and um
    For bad bitches with money and I got a thing and um
    I’m feeling like King James when he got his ring
    Because I started off with nothing except a dream, nigga
    I’m cut from a different cloth
    They don’t make no more, you niggas soft
    The streets killed Lil Snupe, I took a loss
    That’s why my heart so cold, my shit defrost
    Everybody saying that I stunt too much
    But they don’t know where I came from, I done too much
    And my ex chick said I like to fuck too much
    So I turned around and told her, “Bitch you want too much”
    Meek Milly

    [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
    What these bitches want from a nigga?
    Want from meeeee, want from me
    What you want from me? Want from me
    I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
    Look, no one can save us and we realized it
    We knew the outcome and we still tried it
    That South Central state of mind
    I’m in the field, logic to be a real rider
    We did this shit to the extreme where you ain’t feel honest
    Now this blood is on your hands and you hope these bills wash it
    Sinking deeper in regret but that’s the real faucet
    See man, go for self, that was the real Slauson
    But do this win, lose or draw that was a real promise
    Till death do us what’s most important was rep to us
    The set schooled us to love and lie and respect shooters
    Reflect to it, this year I’m dropping my best music
    Hope you niggas get rich and then reinvest to it
    Wish you niggas success and minus the stress to it
    Lot of steps, lot of losses and regrets to it
    A game of life, you ain’t the type that will accept losing
    Whatever’s left to it, flying in a jet to it

    [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
    What these bitches want from a nigga?
    Want from meeeee, want from me
    What you want from me? Want from me
    I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
    Yeah, yeah

    [Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Girl I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
    You ain’t trying to waste no time (no time)
    So I gotta let you know (let you know, ohhh)
    Money on my mind
    Money over bitches, that’s the story of my life
    Yeah I know them guys try to catch me slipping
    Tell them keep on trying

    [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
    What these bitches want from a nigga?
    Want from meeeee, want from me
    What you want from me? Want from me
    I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah