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  • Quavo – GIVE IT TO EM lyrics

    Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
    It’s Buddah Beats

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    I’m like Odell with the contracts (Odell)
    Scratch that
    I’m up fifteen mil, that’s a fun fact (Fifteen mil)
    Bad bih, where you from? Give me some (Yeah)
    Come back, send me drum, banana, ugh
    Catch a contact, Met Gala, Kanye, one
    Come back, run that, run that, ugh
    Fuck her first, then you pay the rent (Smash)
    Shit don’t make no sense (No)
    Fourth down, I need every inch
    Now we first and goal, bitch (Biatch)
    Now it’s time to get outta control
    Hell nah, I will never snitch (No)
    Middle finger to the government (Twelve)
    Ridin’ ’round, windows president (Skrrt, skrrt)
    She like it face down, and her ass bent (Yeah)
    She throw that shit around, you gon’ have a fit (Hey, yes sir)
    Bust a move, bitch (Move, skrrt, skrrt)
    Make the news, bitch (News)

    [Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
    When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
    Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
    Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
    I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)
    I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
    I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
    Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
    Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
    I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    I had to turn the savage on (Savage, savage)
    I had to turn the manners off (Woo)
    First class, yeah, you sittin’ with him, baby (Woo)
    First class, you sittin’ next to the boss (Huncho)
    Big dope inside the loft (Big dope)
    She said she too bad to knock it off (Woo)
    At least that’s what you thought (What you thought)
    It’s gettin’ real sad, the nigga ball (Nigga ball)
    It’s like when ‘Melo came to the Hawks (‘Melo, ‘Melo)
    He still got a jersey though (Jersey)
    Way she work a nigga call him Deuce Bigalow
    Pull up, bald head, lime green, Lamb’ Piccolo (Skrrt, skrrt)

    [Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
    I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
    I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
    Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
    Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
    I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)
    When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
    Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
    Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
    I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)


  • Gunna – Drip Or Drown

    [Intro]
    Yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle
    Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
    I won again so you still gotta shuffle
    Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
    Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
    I get me some Henn, she bend that shit over
    They say lately I been lookin’ like dollars
    Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
    We ride in foreigns, ain’t no more Impalas
    They ain’t have the new born but I got baby bottles
    Shoppin’ at Barney, I drip like a model
    Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
    Codeine I sip with my lip, don’t get splattered
    Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
    Run through this cash like family don’t matter
    I got your back, feel the same pain together
    Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
    Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
    Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
    VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
    We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
    Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
    It’s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
    2018 and that Porsche Carrera

    [Chorus]
    Goyard pouch (hey)
    Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
    Two accounts (hey)
    Large amounts, ooh
    Shop around (hey)
    Designer down, ooh
    Drip or drown (hey)
    Drip or drown, ooh

    [Verse 2]
    Killin’ these hoes, need to call paramedics
    New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
    Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
    Blowin’ this cash, it was times we ain’t have it
    Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
    Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
    Pourin’ this Hi-Tech, I’m sippin’, relaxin’
    Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin’ the baddest
    FN ain’t plastic, put him in a casket
    I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
    Got an addiction, in love with this fashion
    Prayin’ for all of my bros like we Catholic
    Lifetime of hats ’cause you always be cappin’
    Niggas ain’t eatin’, stop cappin’, you ain’t fastin’
    Can’t get no sleep ’cause my life is all action
    See how shit happened, I made it in rappin’

    [Chorus]
    Goyard pouch (hey)
    Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
    Two accounts (hey)
    Large amounts, ooh
    Shop around (hey)
    Designer down, ooh
    Drip or drown (hey)
    Drip or drown, ooh


  • Met gala – Gucci Mane feat. Offset lyrics

    Lyrics Gucci Mane – Met gala

    Mil’ in a week (hey)
    I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
    Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
    Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
    Came in the game with a key (key)
    My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
    Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
    I’ll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
    Now that I’m gettin’ this money
    I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get commas (come up)
    This a good week, i’ve been stackin’ up Ms
    And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’
    I was that nigga locked up in the cell
    And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
    Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
    I just left the Met Gala dressin’ up formal.

    Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
    You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
    This stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
    Bentley Mulsanne but the seats masseuse
    I’m havin’ more stripes than Adidas boost (havin’ that)
    Dick in her mouth like I’m edible (dickin’ that)
    Nigga stop shootin’, you better move
    I fight for my gang, I won’t let ’em lose (gang)
    Your b*tch, she wantin’ the pipe, aight
    This s**t started off likes (huh)
    Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
    And she on the very first flight (go)
    Finesse a nigga then get this s**t right (huh)
    On sight, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
    Poppin’ that s**t ’cause he thinkin’ he pipe, pipe
    Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
    Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
    But we so different, we keepin’ the Glock (bow)
    I’m on a yacht and a yacht on my watch (yacht)
    f*ckin’ a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
    I’ma play dumb but that’s see out the plot (plot)
    She know what I’m ’bout (hey)
    You hear this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
    They callin’ the cops (12)
    Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
    Offset the maniac, I’m the massacre (hey)
    I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
    Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
    Ran up my money and I’m talkin’ lateral (bag)
    Had that b*tch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
    Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
    b*tch, I’m Offset and I’m ’bout to set it off.

    Mil’ in a week
    I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
    Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
    Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
    Came in the game with a key (key)
    My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
    Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
    I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
    Now that I’m gettin’ this money
    I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
    This is good week, we stackin’ up Ms
    And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
    I was that nigga locked up in the cell
    And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
    Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
    I just let the met gala dressin’ up formal.

    I’m havin’ this s**t what you hadn’t (havin’ it)
    Showin’ respect like your daddy (respect)
    Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
    I just woke up in a palace (woo)
    I did a walk through, I’m in Dallas, man (walk through)
    Flew in two b*tches from Cali versuri-lyrics.info
    These Bs on me, I can’t barely (B)
    They drunk and they just walkin’ barely
    I’m headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
    And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
    These niggas ain’t trappin’, ain’t makin’ transactions (nah)
    A nigga rob you, he be practicing (bow)
    Four b*tches all tryna swallow this
    I feel like I’m fightin’ an octopus (woo)
    Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
    Then come to find out it’s photographers (flash)
    Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
    Mad ’cause a nigga get popular (grr)
    Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
    Drop Top Wop but the top is up
    Negative turn to a positive
    I don’t care for no obstacles
    I could care less ’bout the bloggers, boy (no)
    80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy).

    Mil’ in a week (hey)
    I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
    Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
    Suck the dick game, she a leech (leech)
    Came in the game with a key (key)
    My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
    Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
    I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
    Now that I’m gettin’ this money
    I’m f*ckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
    This is good weed, we stackin’ up Ms
    And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
    I was that nigga locked up in the cell
    And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
    Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
    I just left the met gala dress up formalll.
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