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  • Kevin Garnett takes dig at LeBron James in comparison with Michael Jordan, labels Jordan “a God,” James “little hommie”

    This doesn’t look too good as Kevin Garnett was only 8 years into the NBA when LeBron James became a rookie. Garnett has […]

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  • Charles Barkley puts Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant ahead of LeBron James in his choice of best NBA player

    Former NBA star and TNT analyst Charles Barkley has stated that he will pick Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant as the best players […]

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  • Juice WRLD – Floor It Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Uh, uh, uh, uh
    Uh, uh
    Different color pills, you know the deal
    I was doing drugs before the record deal
    Different color pills, you know the deal (ahh)

    [Chrous]
    Different color pills, you know the deal
    I was doing drugs right before the record deal
    I was fighting love way before the record deal
    I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
    It’s a new day a little over six months ago, I got a new bae
    If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
    I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
    I bet she’s still in shock, ay
    I know she ain’t forgot, ay

    [Verse 1]
    But now I’m at the top with my forever love, 
It’s kinda like forever drugs
    I’m [?]
    It’s Dior on her face no make up you still [?] Sephora
    These bitches wearing all this make-up that getting annoying and boring
    I bet you when she take it off she look like Michael Jordan
    I bet you when her friend take it off she looks like Ben Gordon
    On Instagram she Beyoncé in real life she A Randy Orton, if I saw her on the street I wouldn’t pick her up, I would floor it (uh)
    Yea I got a girl but I’m speaking on behalf of my bros
    Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
    Why they gotta pick ugly hoes?
    Y’all supposed to pretty though, If they knew it was catfishes swimming in they wouldn’t been fishing in your city hoe, get rid of these hoes (uh)

    [Chrous]
    Different color pills, you know the deal
    I was doing drugs right before the record deal
    I was fighting love way before the record deal
    I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
    It’s a new day a little over six months ago I got a new bae
    If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
    I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
    I bet she’s still in shock, ay
    I know she ain’t forgot, ay

    [Verse 2]
    I been through a lot, check
    I done learned a lot, check
    Get high and forget, check
    Then relax and plot, whats next?
    Don’t think I ain’t noticed your hoe wanna pull up to my spot
    Chris and [?] wanna fuck, I told that bitch I think not (go home)
    I make love to ally then I make love to my Glock
    I make love to lotti then we get up and go shop
    Buy her a pair of gucci panties just so I could make em’ drop
    Tour threw her a gucci crop top now she need a [?]
    Bae lets have a conversation my crotch your twat
    Hop in it, yea
    Hop in it, yea, hopscotch
    She can only get three ways out (uh) oh my god
    She keep screaming oh my god, baby girl I’m not Allah (no)

    [Chrous]
    Different color pills, you know the deal
    I was doing drugs right before the record deal
    I was fighting love way before the record deal
    I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
    It’s a new day a little over six months ago I got a new bae
    If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
    I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
    I bet she’s still in shock, ay
    I know she ain’t forgot, ay

    [Outro]
    Go home


  • Juice WRLD – Infatuated Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    Hey
    Oh, oh
    Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, you can’t afford it
    Ball like Michael Jordan
    Get so high I’m soaring
    Raf, no Lauren
    She tells me that I drink too much
    I tell her that she thinks too much
    I ain’t ever give no fucks
    So I’ma go and pour me up

    [Verse 1]
    She tell me that she wanna fall in love
    What is love? I don’t know much
    She tell me I’m infatuated with drugs
    Maybe I should just slow up
    Nah, I’ma keep it pushing
    Pop a Xanny, use the Perky as a cushion
    That lil’ bitch, I’ll fuck her if she gushing
    Now her boyfriend looking at me crooked
    Cool, I got something for that, in fact
    Here, take a shot out the strap, relax
    Bool, that’s just what I do
    I remember hoes was hating back in high school

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, you can’t afford it
    Ball like Michael Jordan
    Get so high I’m soaring
    Raf, no Lauren
    She tells me that I drink too much
    I tell her that she thinks too much
    I ain’t ever give no fucks
    So I’ma go and pour me up

    [Verse 2]
    I remember when I was sixteen
    Thought I was gonna make it to the big leagues
    Then I started rapping like oowie
    Now they try’na rob me like a ten speed
    Used to a baller, now I’m balling out with no court
    How a nigga balling when you don’t play no sports
    Brother whipping with a fork, we had no forks
    Brother whipping with a spork, we had no fork
    These Xans, baby these not Advil
    I’m sad, so I took a mad pill
    I’m mad, so I took some more pills
    Went from two to popping like four pills

    [Chorus]
    Bitch, you can’t afford it
    Ball like Michael Jordan
    Get so high I’m soaring
    Raf, no Lauren
    She tells me that I drink too much
    I tell her that she thinks too much
    I ain’t ever give no fucks
    So I’ma go and pour me up


  • Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Boston

    [Hook: Aminé]
    My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
    You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
    No hiccups, no hiccups
    He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
    I don’t trust no one
    My wrist is lookin frozen

    [Post Hook: Aminé]
    Ice cold, too cold, numb
    Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
    Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
    Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
    Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
    Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
    Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
    24, now 24, mhm
    Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
    That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

    [Verse 1: Aminé]
    Ass fat, bring it right back
    I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
    Imma be here if I be here
    That’s your car note on my wrist

    [Hook: Aminé]
    My wrist sore, my wrist sore
    You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
    No hiccups, no hiccups
    He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
    I don’t trust no one (no one!)
    My wrist is lookin frozen

    [Post Hook: Aminé]
    Ice cold, too cold, numb
    I re-e-e-e-ewind
    Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
    Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
    Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
    Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
    Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
    24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
    Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
    That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

    [Verse 2: Gunna]
    Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
    Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
    You hear that we got rich, mhm
    Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
    I collect it like a bridge, mhm
    Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
    I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
    We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
    I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
    She offer me some pussy my finesse
    My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
    Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

    [Outro: Aminé]
    Mhm
    Mhm
    Mhm


  • Juice WRLD – Some More Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Love don’t love me
    Bitch I know
    But the drugs still love me
    That’s for sure
    She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
    Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
    Everything she said, I heard it all before
    I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
    All I know is count the money up from the floor
    If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more

    [Verse]
    Say she want my heart, she can’t afford it
    Maybe cause I’m on my way to getting on the Forbes list
    Pretty Jiggy nigga, can’t ignore it
    Ballin’ bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan
    Sip Codeine, I’m snorin
    Til’ the mornin’
    Got the heater on my hip, like global warmin’
    Run up you get shot, this is a warnin’
    Freddy Kruger in your dreams, I’m filled with torment
    She say that she love my bitch, whatever that means
    I remember her and our friends were laughin’ at me
    Now they tell me I can fuck, that shit so funny to me
    Lost 10 thousand playin’ basketball, 100 to me

    [Chorus]
    Love don’t love me
    Bitch I know
    But the drugs still love me
    That’s for sure
    She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
    Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
    Everything she said, I heard it all before
    I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
    All I know is count the money up from the floor
    If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more


  • Lloyd – Caramel Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

    [Verse 1]
    She like five-five
    Group up on the East Side
    She a college girl but she like the hood type
    She the only jug, I need to get my mind right
    I don’t got to ask, she said that it’s all mine
    Had a boyfriend when I met her
    But he a lame so you know I had to get her
    Had to let go of my old things for her
    But I don’t mind
    Cause she bad, yeah she hella fine

    [Chorus]
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

    [Verse 2]
    She drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin
    Like a leaky faucet
    Now she got me trippin, how she grip
    Damn it I done lost it
    No more yola whippin, soda sippin, pimpin, trickin, flossin
    Only mission is to find the right position for her body
    Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan
    How she compliment my body
    Jason Witten, tunnel vision
    She gon catch it, feel it, toss it
    Met in ATL and I brought her to New Orleans
    We go together well like we caramel and chocolate

    [Chorus]
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
    Caramel (ooh)
    Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
    Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
    I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
    I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life


  • YoungBoy Never Broke Again – RIP Lyrics

    [Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me (said ’bout me)
    You do too much talkin’, you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
    Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies (dead bodies)
    My Goyard look like morgues, that’s them dead bodies (dead bodies)

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    30 thousand, I just hit for three (I hit for three)
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free (she gon’ fuck for free)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Dead prezis, I’m on a killin’ spree (killin’)

    [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    Killin’ spree (spree), covered in Supreme (yeah)
    Strapped with a beam, with them racks all in my jeans (all in my jeans)
    Brand new Benz (Benz), that’s a hundred G’s (a hundred G’s)
    If I drop 20, I’ll most likely hit for three (yeah, yeah)
    Foreign keys, droppin’ the top when I hop in the Bentley
    I’m takin’ the doors off the Lamb’, these niggas be hatin’, they say that it’s rented (rented)
    Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, they sent it (sent it)
    I’m takin’ off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy
    I do too much flexin’, what they say about me (what they say about me)
    Dead prezis in my pocket, that’s your head, prolly (that’s your head prolly)
    He do too much talkin’, he on meds, prolly (he on meds, prolly)
    But I’m screamin’ fuck them niggas and what they say about me
    ‘Cause I’m steady hollerin’

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Offset]
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    30 thousand (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free (she gon’ fuck for free)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
    I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Dead prezis (dead), I’m on a killin’ spree (killin’)

    [Verse 2: Offset]
    Catch him down bad, he sleep, stackin’ bodies out here, [?]
    Black coupe look like [?], gang full of hyenas
    Sippin’ on drank, I’m gettin’ paranoid, what’s that noise? (Woo!)
    Fuckin’ on somebody’s bitch tonight, it’s yours, is it yours? (Which one)
    Smokin’ on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my pores (smell it)
    I got this dick on me now and I don’t wanna shoot, but you feelin’ the [?]
    MC Hammer like Thor (hammer time), she wanna fuck, sure
    I shit on your cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore
    We want action
    All my niggas in the field, nigga, what’s happenin’? Laws of attraction
    Hit him with the butt of the steel like I’m baseball battin’, never subtractin’
    P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction
    My wrist is list, I’m Mr. Drippy-Drip, I’m givin’ out classes

    [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    30 thousand, I just hit for three (I hit for three)
    R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Don’t pay these bitches, she gon’ fuck for free (she gon’ fuck for free)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    I’m in that foreign, that’s like 60 G’s (that’s like 60 G’s)
    R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
    Dead prezis, I’m on a killin’ spree (killin’)


  • Ronny J – Trixxx (feat. Lil Pump)

    [Intro]
    Oh my god, Ronny
    Ayy

    [Chorus]
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
    They try to copy my speed
    They try to copy the spot
    Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
    Drop, Gucci on my wrist
    Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
    Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
    Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

    [Verse 1: Ronny J]
    That’s why I buy what I want
    That’s why I stay where I want
    Now I count racks for the fuck of it
    N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
    I’ma skirt off
    I got that bitch [?]
    I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
    I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Bust her for sure
    Uh, uh, uh
    My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
    Bitches they come and go like the money
    But the money come first
    Bitches they come and go like the money
    But the money come first

    [Chorus]
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
    They try to copy my speed
    They try to copy the spot
    Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
    Drop, Gucci on my wrist
    Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
    Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
    Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

    [Verse 2: Lil Pump]
    Ooh, Lil Pump
    I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
    Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
    Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
    I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
    And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
    I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
    I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
    Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
    I might pull up in a foreign
    I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
    Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
    Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
    My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
    My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
    I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
    Lil Pump

    [Chorus]
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level
    I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
    They try to copy my speed
    They try to copy the spot
    Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
    Drop, Gucci on my wrist
    Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
    Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
    Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix


  • Drake – Portland (feat. Quavo & Travis Sc (More Life Album)

    [Intro: Drake]
    Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
    Yeah
    It’s all Habibis ting, ya?

    [Verse 1: Drake]
    Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
    Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
    Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
    Tryna show the dogs brighter days
    Got a torch, tryna light the way
    Bitin’ everybody, which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
    Have fans but you let ’em down
    But I guess that’s how you niggas gettin’ down
    I’m so high up I’m like, "How is niggas really gettin’ down?"
    I could never have a kid, then be out here still kiddin’ around
    Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
    I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party
    And I gave it to the killas just to break it down
    Bring us up, I never take us down
    But if you bring me up, then they might take you down
    Fake fuck with me back then
    But it’s gettin’ hard for you to fake it now
    Fuck bein’ rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    (Quavo) Young nigga, I invented you
    Ike Turner with the left hand
    Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
    Gangland with the right hand
    Undertaker with the tattoos
    Never listen to the class rules
    Switch it up would be the last move (Let’s go!)
    I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
    You got the going out sad bitches
    I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
    You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
    I got the keys to the streets (keys)
    You got the key to defeat (defeated)
    I got the keys to the warzone (brrrapt)
    You got the key to the bees (ugh)

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe

    [Verse 3: Travis Scott]
    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    Gettin’ loose, off the Henny rock, and a hint of Goose
    Ocean deep in my swimmin’ pool
    Throwin’ Dead Prez in my livin’ room
    Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
    Flood my rollie, told my bitch, "Let’s go snorkelin’!"
    Out in Portland, tryna get in her organs
    No, I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
    (Yeah) I might just go get the fade
    Buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
    It’s lit at the crib, you could stay
    Me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
    The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
    I guess, fuck the fuck-shit, I’m biased
    I mix, double the cup when I’m stressed
    Got my momma out the basement
    That’s a different type of face lift
    Free Max B out the bracelets
    Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes


  • Portland – Drake lyrics

    Lyrics Drake – Portland

    Yeahhh, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
    Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
    Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
    Tryna show the dogs brighter days
    Got a torch, tryna light the way
    Bitin’ everybody, which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
    Have fans but you let ’em down
    But I guess that’s how you niggas gettin’ down
    I’m so high up I’m like, “How is niggas really gettin’ down?”
    I could never have a kid, then be out here still kiddin’ around
    Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
    I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party
    And I gave it to the killas just to break it down
    Bring us up, I never take us down
    But if you bring me up, then they might take you down
    Fake fuck with me back then
    But it’s gettin’ hard for you to fake it now
    Fuck bein’ rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now.(portland)

    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrrrt.

    (Quavo) Young nigga, I invented you
    Ike Turner with the left hand
    Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
    Gangland with the right hand
    Undertaker with the tattoos
    Never listen to the class rules
    Switch it up would be the last move (Let’s go!)
    I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
    You got the going out sad bitches
    I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
    You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
    I got the keys to the streets (keys)
    You got the key to defeat (defeated)
    I got the keys to the warzone
    You got the key to the bees.

    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe.

    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    Gettin’ loose, off the Henny rock, and a hint of Goose
    Ocean deep in my swimmin’ pool versuri-lyrics.info
    Throwin’ Dead Prez in my livin’ room
    Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
    Flood my rollie, told my bitch, “Let’s go snorkelin’!”
    Out in Portland, tryna get in her organs
    No, I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
    (Yeah) I might just go get the fade
    Buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
    It’s lit at the crib, you could stay
    Me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
    The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
    I guess, fuck the fuck-shit, I’m biased
    I mix, double the cup when I’m stressed
    Got my momma out the basement
    That’s a different type of face lift
    Free Max B out the bracelets
    Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is.

    Hell nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these niggas ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoesss.
    Drake lyrics
    Video Drake


  • DRAKE – Portland lyrics

    (Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice…)

    It’s all Habibis ting, ya?

    Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
    Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
    Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
    Tryna show the dogs brighter days, got a torch tryna light the way
    Biting everybody which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
    Half assed but you let ’em down
    But I guess that’s how you nigga’s gettin’ down
    I’m so high up I’m like, how is nigga’s really gettin’ down?
    I could never have a kid then be out here still kiddin’ around
    Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
    I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party and I gave it to the killas just to break it down
    Bring us up, I never take us down
    But if you bring me up then they might take you down
    Fake fuck with me back then but it’s gettin hard for you to fake it now
    Fuck being rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now

    Hell nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh

    (Quavo)
    Young nigga, I invented you
    Mike Turner with the left hand
    Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
    Gangland with the right hand
    Undertaker with the tattoos
    Never listen to the class rules
    Switch it up would be the last move
    (Let’s go)
    I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
    You got the going out sad bitches
    I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
    You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
    I got the keys to the streets (keys)
    You got the key to defeat (defeated)
    I got the keys to the warzone (brrrapt)
    You got the key to the bees (ugh)

    Hell nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Fuck the Benz just the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe

    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
    Gettin’ loose, off that Henny, rock and that Goose
    Ocean deep in my swimming pool
    Pourin’ Dead Prez in my living room
    Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
    Flood my rollie, told my bitch, “let’s go snorkelin’”
    Out in Portland tryna get in her organs
    No I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
    Yep, I might just go get the fade buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
    It’s lit at the crib, you could stay, me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
    The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
    I guess, fuck the fuck shit, I’m biased
    I mix, double the cup with Nitrous
    Got my momma out the basement
    That’s a different type of face lift
    [?] bracelets
    Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is

    Hell nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
    Nope, no way, nah
    Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh

    Michael Phelps with the swim moves
    Skrrt, skrrt, oh
    Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
    Skrrt, Skrrt, oh


  • Sean Leon – Redway’s Song (feat. Redway) (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

    [Verse 1 – Redway]
    (My nigga, where you been with that new shit?)
    I took some L’s and a few things
    Don’t check for niggas who ain’t checking
    And check the soldiers, I got [?]
    Addressing who’s heads is really swelling
    When really they ending this fucking pending
    I’m just factual
    While my [?] is on Complex
    That’s why I’m cocky in my context
    Now this ain’t been no contest
    Cause I don’t wanna hear no comments
    Nigga, fuck your content
    I’m playing like that prospect
    I swear I really love my queens, Jerry took me to the projects
    Y’all niggas all new scheming
    I’m getting brain from your baby like your boo teething
    So many shots now, all I know is mesh
    And So So Def, your shit is so-so, meh

    [Hook – Sean Leon]
    Nigga, why these niggas hating, why they jealous?
    Wonder who you really, nigga, tell us
    Heard they snitching on me, heard they telling
    Why these niggas hating, why they jealous?

    [Verse 2 – Sean Leon]
    Baby momma cussin’, I’m bobbing and weaving in public
    She sucker punch me, I’ll get her back when we fucking
    I sabotage with some other guys off the subject
    Some record label that wouldn’t budge out the budget
    Fuck it, I might just do it myself
    Made millions with my niggas, call that shit sharing wealth
    Yeah, my shit sold out, your shit still on the shelf
    I would’ve killed them, but they killing themselves
    Young boys hot for the dollar
    Young girls screenshotting the shotter
    Either that or they pop and they swallow
    Daddyvelli, flashing lights and confetti
    I’m Michael Jordan, Michael Phelps, Makaveli
    My girlfriend told me that we having a daughter
    My first thought was, "Shit, I’m copping a…"
    My first thought was, "Shit, I’m copping a chopper"

    [Hook – Sean Leon]
    Nigga, why these niggas hating, why they jealous?
    Wonder who you really, nigga, tell us
    Heard they snitching on me, heard they telling
    Why these niggas hating, why they jealous?

    [Instrumentation]

    [Outro]
    Every single day I’m tired
    I wash my face, crush my-, aw shit, (hold up)
    Every single day I’m tired
    Every single day I’m tired
    I wash my face, crush a nug and get higher
    Inspire, I set out to inspire
    [?] from insanity
    My intentions from instincts, my endeavors
    [?] and now or never
    Get better, I promise to get better
    And if it wasn’t for karma, you’d be bitter
    (depending on a-) depending on a feeling
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    Depending on a feeling
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
    (fulfillment from a feeling)
    I [?] feeling well


  • Flo Rida – Game Time (feat. Sage The Gemini)

    [Chorus: Flo Rida]
    It’s about to go down in a minute
    Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
    Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    It’s game time

    [Verse 1: Flo Rida]
    I’mma hustler, baby, why you think they pay me?
    Let me know when you’re ready to roll
    Do 180 in the gray Mercedes
    South Beach where they love me the most
    And you know they gon’ watch me balling like I’m Michael Jordan
    And always win like he did in the fourth
    When the shots is falling and the phone’s recordin’
    Yeah, you know that we doing the most

    [Pre-Chorus: Flo Rida]
    We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
    Like we won the championship game
    We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

    [Chorus: Flo Rida]
    It’s about to go down in a minute
    Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
    Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    It’s game time

    [Verse 2: Sage the Gemini]
    I’mma let you shop until your feet is sore
    I’mma [?] the credit card made from [?]
    It’s game time and I’m in the post
    Nah, me and your ex can’t have the same score
    Tryna hit the end zone ‘fore the friend zone
    And maybe bring friends to the end zone
    It’s up to you when we in Syracuse
    Get you hot and cool you down, I got the damn flu

    [Pre-Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
    We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
    Like we won the championship game
    We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

    [Chorus: Flo Rida]
    It’s about to go down in a minute
    Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
    Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    It’s game time

    [Verse 3: Sage the Gemini]
    Step back, hit ’em with the shake
    Cross over, going hard in the paint
    Hit that, money in the bank
    All star, watch me do it all day
    Step back, hit ’em with the shake
    Cross over, going hard in the green
    Hit that, money in the bank
    All star, going hard

    [Chorus: Flo Rida]
    It’s about to go down in a minute
    Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
    Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
    Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
    It’s game time


  • Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall

    [Verse 1]
    All I do is hit Neiman’s
    All I do is hit Barneys
    All I do is hit Gucci
    All I do is get money
    All I do is hit Hermans
    All I do is hit Louis
    All I do it hit Burberry
    All I do is get Jewelry
    All I do is call my Jeweler
    Have him pee on my neck
    Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
    [?] and can fuck you the week after next
    When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
    These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
    I’m in a Rolls Royce
    I’m doing donuts
    He wants to spray me
    She wants to rape me
    She is looking sneaky
    He is looking flaky

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall

    [Verse 2]
    She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
    You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
    She like for real, that’s all?
    I’m like girl you fucking smart
    When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
    When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
    Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
    And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
    I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
    You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
    Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
    Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
    Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall


  • Fetty Wap – Shit I Like (feat. Monty)

    [Intro]
    Uhm, that’s that shit I like (shit I like, Zoovie)
    Uhm, that’s that shit I like (2016 shit God damn)
    Uhm, acting like I like
    Uhm, yeah
    (Ace Bankz on the track)

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a (?)
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
    Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

    [Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
    My first ‘Rari came with butter (?)
    And the Draco come equipped with monkey nuts
    Yeah, niggas screaming 17, they know it’s us
    Yeah, Zoovie from the house, hold it up
    Yeah, I made all these niggas think they throwing up
    Yeah, diamonds hitting hard, they know it’s us
    Yeah, you keep talking bout a sack then roll it up
    Yeah, I be out here with the ice, I’m frozen up
    Ay, she gon’ ask me ‘fore she take it, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, in the morning waking, baking, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, she got sauce in different flavors, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, Michael Jordan out the Lakers, I be sipping ripe
    Yeah, Kobe Bryant in the lemonade, sipping light
    I got 23’s on my Ferrari, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, they play my shit at every party, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, I’m so icy just like Guwop, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, I’ma take over the winter, I’m like "yeah that’s right"
    Yeah, told your ass from the beginning I ain’t nothing light
    Yeah, I am not your average nigga, I got hella stripes
    Yeah, known to pull up on my lonely rocking all my ice
    Yeah, I was raised with the lions, I will take your life
    Nothing scary bout the zoo, I’m the king, that’s right
    Ay, RGF the Island, take a water ride
    Yeah, pull up on your block bitch, come outside

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a(?)
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
    Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

    [Verse 2: Monty]
    Pass me the Petron when I’m sipping light
    Monty, I be stoned when I’m getting high
    Diamonds in my stones, that’s the shit I like
    If she ain’t going home she getting dick tonight
    You only live once so I’m living life
    And my diamonds shining like some Christmas lights
    Party all night, I think I missed my flight
    Had to get rich, couldn’t get by
    Went from sipping Kool-Aide to sipping D’usse
    Think I’m getting caught up in my new ways
    Nothing but designers in my suitcase
    150 on us on a Tuesday

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a (?)
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
    Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

    [Outro]
    Yeah, that’s that shit I like baby
    Oh, that’s that shit I like baby
    Oh, that’s that shit I like baby
    Ay, (?) that’s that shit I like baby


  • Shit I like – Fetty Wap feat. Monty lyrics

    Lyrics Fetty Wap – Shit I like

    Uhm, that’s that sh*t I like
    Uhm, that’s that shit I like
    Uhm, acting like I like
    Uhm, yeahhh
    (Ace Bankz on the track).

    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that sh*t I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, juice from Elianette, I live like a Lord
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that sh*t I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that sh*t I like
    Ay, swerving with these b*tches, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that sh*t I like, that’s that sh*t I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that sh*t I like.

    My first ‘Rari came with butter ..
    And the Draco come equipped with monkey nuts
    Yeah, niggas screaming 17, they know it’s us
    Yeah, Zoovie from the house, hold it up
    Yeah, I made all these niggas think they throwing up
    Yeah, diamonds hitting hard, they know it’s us
    Yeah, you keep talking bout a sack then roll it up
    Yeah, I be out here with the ice, I’m frozen up
    Ay, she gon’ ask me ‘fore she take it, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, in the morning waking, baking, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, she got sauce in different flavors, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, Michael Jordan out the Lakers, I be sipping ripe
    Yeah, Kobe Bryant in the lemonade, sipping light
    I got 23’s on my Ferrari, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, they play my shit at every party, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, I’m so icy just like Guwop, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, I’m a take over the winter, I’m like “yeah that’s right”
    Yeah, told your ass from the beginning I ain’t nothing light
    Yeah, I am not your average nigga, I got hella stripes
    Yeah, known to pull up on my lonely rocking all my ice
    Yeah, I was raised with the lions, I will take your life
    Nothing scary bout the zoo, I’m the king, that’s right
    Ay, RGF the Island, take a water ride
    Yeah, pull up on your block b*tch, come outside.

    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that sh*t I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, juice from Elianette, I live like a Lord
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that sh*t I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that sh*t I like
    Ay, swerving with these b*tches, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that sh*t I like, that’s that sh*t I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that sh*t I like.

    Pass me the Petron when I’m sipping light
    Monty, I be stoned when I’m getting high
    Diamonds in my stones, that’s the sh*t I like
    If she ain’t going home she getting dick tonight
    You only live once so I’m living life
    And my diamonds shining like some Christmas lights
    Party all night, I think I missed my flight
    Had to get rich, couldn’t get by
    Went from sipping Kool-Aide to sipping D’usse
    Think I’m getting caught up in my new ways
    Nothing but designers in my suitcase
    150 on us on a Tuesday.

    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that sh*t I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, juice from Elianette, I live like a Lord
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that sh*t I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that sh*t I like
    Ay, swerving with these b*tches, that’s that sh*t I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that sh*t I like, that’s that sh*t I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that sh*t I like.

    Yeah, that’s that shit I like baby
    Oh, that’s that sh*t I like baby
    Oh, that’s that sh*t I like baby
    Ay, .. that’s that sh*t I like babyyy.
    Fetty Wap lyrics
    Video like


  • Lil Durk – Watch Out Lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Durk]
    You gotta watch out
    You gotta watch out

    [Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
    Ay, trappin’ off tours
    Now I get 20 for a course
    This lean and this perc got me hoarse
    Remember them nights I was pourin’
    Remember them nights on the floor
    Police was kickin’ in doors
    I might OD off of a 4
    Yeah yeah yeah
    You gotta watch out
    From these niggas hey hey
    You gotta watch out
    From these police and these trifling ass bitches
    You gotta watch out
    From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
    You gotta watch out
    Yeah yeah yeah uh

    [Verse 1: Johnny Cinco]
    You better watch out
    I just bought a new (?) so watch it
    Go ahead and watch it, I’mma pop it
    I’m in that new thing, coulda went about private
    This is binoculars, we gotta (?)
    I got my doors up, I walked down and poured up
    I’m shootin’ with the gang, (?) with the fame, I’m a lil’ solider
    I used to ride on the bus now I got chauffeurs
    Now I got chauffeurs, pop out the poster
    I used to trap with my daddy, used to get racks with my daddy
    We went to ‘Raq for away, all day
    We got that pack ridin’ 99
    A pair of good you can count on ’em, at the door

    [Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
    Ay, trappin’ off tours
    Now I get 20 for a course
    This lean and this perc got me hoarse
    Remember them nights I was pourin’
    Remember them nights on the floor
    Police was kickin’ in doors
    I might OD off of a 4
    Yeah yeah yeah
    You gotta watch out
    From these niggas hey hey
    You gotta watch out
    From these police and these trifling ass bitches
    You gotta watch out
    From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
    You gotta watch out
    Yeah yeah yeah uh

    [Verse 2: Johnny Cinco & Hypno Carlito]
    They be watchin’
    All these diamonds got me frosty I be whipping like a holly
    Bitch I’m sorry but I can’t go after nobody
    In that ‘Rari got a barbie give me sloppy ’til she grindin’
    I’m just watchin’ while she top me
    Niggas hatin’ let ’em hate
    OTF everyway, we do this on a day to day
    They got you hoes like a layaway
    Michael Jordan with the double fadaway
    Fly nigga, rich nigga, I made the ways
    Still catch a body if a nigga play
    Ain’t contemplatin’ since Soldier died ain’t been the same
    Get more bread, more cocaine, help that nigga with no name
    I was that nigga with no fame
    Carlito baby ain’t shit changed
    I be gettin’ money like 10 ways
    All different hustles nigga get paid
    Nigga yeah yeah yeah

    [Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
    Ay, trappin’ off tours
    Now I get 20 for a course
    This lean and this perc got me hoarse
    Remember them nights I was pourin’
    Remember them nights on the floor
    Police was kickin’ in doors
    I might OD off of a 4
    Yeah yeah yeah
    You gotta watch out
    From these niggas hey hey
    You gotta watch out
    From these police and these trifling ass bitches
    You gotta watch out
    From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
    You gotta watch out
    Yeah yeah yeah uh

    [Verse 3: YRN Trae]
    Playin’ with the gang, we bring them pipes out
    Yeah, tryna ride the wave you gon’ get wiped out
    Yeah that shit that you runnin’ it’s on me right now
    You know you might just catch a clip for actin’ (?)
    And you know we play with pistols, we don’t fight fair
    Huh call me ghetto man I’m asleep like it’s a nightmare
    (?) clair is what I might wear
    Got a nigga car in my right ear
    Now I jumped off the porshe
    7.6 who can take down the horse
    Yeah plug in Miami, get them bricks off the port
    And I might just count a 100 thousand when I’m bored
    I’m a boss they know it huh they know it

    [Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
    Ay, trappin’ off tours
    Now I get 20 for a course
    This lean and this perc got me hoarse
    Remember them nights I was pourin’
    Remember them nights on the floor
    Police was kickin’ in doors
    I might OD off of a 4
    Yeah yeah yeah
    You gotta watch out
    From these niggas hey hey
    You gotta watch out
    From these police and these trifling ass bitches
    You gotta watch out
    From them frauds and them niggas who be snitching yeah
    You gotta watch out
    Yeah yeah hey uh


  • Migos – So Sick Lyrics

    [Intro: Quavo]
    So sick, so sick, so sick
    Achoo
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Fucking with the bird got sick

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Ice on my neck so sick
    Bad ass bitch she sick
    Murcielago coupe so sick
    So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Ice on my neck got sick
    Ice on my neck so sick
    Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
    Got a bad ass bitch she sick
    Murcielago coupe so sick
    So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
    Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
    Got a ice on my neck so sick

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Got bands like I play with the Nets
    So sick, pass me the Kleenex
    So sick, wipe my nose with the check
    Touch down in a 2012 jet
    Plugged in, ain’t talking Internet
    Make movie like Cinemax
    Bad bih know how to cook crack
    Now the whole hood going in a trap attack
    Got the feet itching like chicken pox
    Got a nigga mad cause a nigga re-rock
    Ice on my neck looking like a freeze pop
    Got the bitch sucking on my dick like a ring pop
    Quick to shoot a nigga just like a slingshot
    Top shooter nigga put me on top shot
    Came from the bottom now a nigga at the top
    Shawty got sick when she seen the top drop

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Ice on my neck so sick
    Bad ass bitch she sick
    Murcielago coupe so sick
    So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Ice on my neck got sick
    Ice on my neck so sick
    Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
    Got a bad ass bitch she sick
    Murcielago coupe so sick
    So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
    Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
    Got a ice on my neck so sick

    [Verse 2: Offset]
    Leopard print Versace, I look like I belong in a zoo
    Diamonds so cold, caught the flu
    So sick, make a young nigga puke
    In the lab smoking gas like Snoop
    Sipping on the lean like the shit hot soup
    Finessing on the plug with the Reggie Bush juke
    And I keep the blow like a nigga play the flute
    Coughing on the gas, bronchitis
    In the kitchen water whipping, making Miley Cyrus
    Pot is so sick like the shroom caught a virus
    Pockets on fat while you niggas on a diet
    Fucking with the squad, he done start a double riot
    Bounce nigga shit, I don’t stand in line
    Bad bitches in the club sniffing my lines
    Water whip the brick, hit it with the blowdryer

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Ice on my neck so sick
    Bad ass bitch she sick
    Murcielago coupe so sick
    So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Ice on my neck got sick
    Ice on my neck so sick
    Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
    Got a bad ass bitch she sick
    Murcielago coupe so sick
    So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
    Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
    Got a ice on my neck so sick

    [Verse 3: Takeoff]
    Fucking with the birds on the counter, bird flu
    [?] dripping on a nigga, need a towel
    Beat a nigga in the wind, make a nigga throw the towel
    GT Benz and just got a [?]
    [?] .45 go bow
    Spent 10 racks on a sick Audemar
    Put a H in my bedroom, put a H in the car
    [?] coupe make the whip look sick
    Think I’m a DJ with the work, remix
    Red on the bottom of the shoe, piru
    Wrist sick like Michael Jordan when he had the flu
    Got a bad ass bih and she dripping Swagu
    So sick, sneezing on the track, achoo
    Black and white coupe look like an 8-ball
    Green diamonds on my pinky like a [?]

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Ice on my neck so sick
    Bad ass bitch she sick
    Murcielago coupe so sick
    So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
    Fucking with the bird got sick
    Ice on my neck got sick
    Ice on my neck so sick
    Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
    Got a bad ass bitch she sick
    Murcielago coupe so sick
    So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
    Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
    Got a ice on my neck so sick


  • Fetty Wap – Shit I Like Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Uhm, that’s that shit I like (shit I like, Zoovie)
    Uhm, that’s that shit I like (2016 shit God damn)
    Uhm, acting like I like
    Uhm, yeah
    (Ace Bankz on the track)

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a (?)
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
    Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

    [Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
    My first ‘Rari came with butter (?)
    And the Draco come equipped with monkey nuts
    Yeah, niggas screaming 17, they know it’s us
    Yeah, Zoovie from the house, hold it up
    Yeah, I made all these niggas think they throwing up
    Yeah, diamonds hitting hard, they know it’s us
    Yeah, you keep talking bout a sack then roll it up
    Yeah, I be out here with the ice, I’m frozen up
    Ay, she gon’ ask me ‘fore she take it, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, in the morning waking, baking, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, she got sauce in different flavors, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, Michael Jordan out the Lakers, I be sipping ripe
    Yeah, Kobe Bryant in the lemonade, sipping light
    I got 23’s on my Ferrari, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, they play my shit at every party, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, I’m so icy just like Guwop, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, I’ma take over the winter, I’m like “yeah that’s right”
    Yeah, told your ass from the beginning I ain’t nothing light
    Yeah, I am not your average nigga, I got hella stripes
    Yeah, known to pull up on my lonely rocking all my ice
    Yeah, I was raised with the lions, I will take your life
    Nothing scary bout the zoo, I’m the king, that’s right
    Ay, RGF the Island, take a water ride
    Yeah, pull up on your block bitch, come outside

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a(?)
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
    Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

    [Verse 2: Monty]
    Pass me the Petron when I’m sipping light
    Monty, I be stoned when I’m getting high
    Diamonds in my stones, that’s the shit I like
    If she ain’t going home she getting dick tonight
    You only live once so I’m living life
    And my diamonds shining like some Christmas lights
    Party all night, I think I missed my flight
    Had to get rich, couldn’t get by
    Went from sipping Kool-Aide to sipping D’usse
    Think I’m getting caught up in my new ways
    Nothing but designers in my suitcase
    150 on us on a Tuesday

    [Hook: Fetty Wap]
    I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
    Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a (?)
    Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
    Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
    Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
    Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
    Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
    Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

    [Outro]
    Yeah, that’s that shit I like baby
    Oh, that’s that shit I like baby
    Oh, that’s that shit I like baby
    Ay, (?) that’s that shit I like baby


  • Derek Minor – Hold Up (Reflection Album) letras

    [Verse 1]
    Now pay attention to me mayne
    Y’all lucky that I’m not hungry today
    I could put your favorite rapper on my plate
    But I would be starvin’ an hour later
    Cuz nowadays is music lackin’ substance?
    Is this the best that we come up with million dollar budgets?
    If you trying to hear the dope truth I got the plug then
    Get connected to source, I’m shinin’ cuz I’m plugged in
    Hold up, wait a minute
    Boy you got me messed up!
    If you think that I’mma sell my soul to write a check off
    I’m just tryna write a verse so sick you need a check up
    And tell the homie God is real, so boy you keep your head up!
    This that motivation you gon need
    At the table with our enemies
    Napkin round my neck, and we gon’ eat
    It ain’t nothing you can do to me
    I was blind but I see now
    Lot of people tryna shut us down
    But I do it for the Kingdom now
    This redemption He gon hold us down!

    [Chorus]
    I say hold up
    I been on my business
    Talkin’ true like I’m in church, now tell me can I get a witness?
    I say hold up
    What you see is what you get
    And on the real I know they feel it
    Cuz I’ve always been authentic
    I say hold up
    You could never hold us
    If you think that we gon fold up
    Then I guess you do not know us
    I say hold up
    You might have to get me going out
    Cuz when I’m in it bro you know my teammates with me
    I say hold up

    [Verse 2]
    I thought I heard you tell me I had to sell out (I’m not for sale)
    But I’m still being me on stage at a sell out
    What’s the point of being famous if I can’t be the person that I was made to be?
    Shining the light of the Lord and a hundred percent Minor?
    That’s okay to me
    I came up from nothing, I’m leaving with nothing
    2000 like Kobe, I shoot at the buzzer
    That negative wave, end the discussion
    Kill all the hate and not leavin for budgets
    And whatever calls, so I gotta ball, what you tryin to say?
    I call that bull, and it’s Michael Jordan, watch it fade away
    Money and power, money and power
    So infatuated, with this
    Money and power, money and power
    You can’t take it with you homie
    Don’t you let it kill you homie
    You know I feel you homie
    Let’s keep it real homie
    Can I keep it real homie?
    Some of us not living life we just breathin to death
    Knock on the world in your life time then tell me what’s left
    One legacy, when I die will y’all still remember me?
    I just pray that I’m real as real could be
    Show y’all what reflect greatness means
    Til then boy

    [Chorus]
    I say hold up
    I been on my business
    Talkin true like I’m in church now tell me can I get a witness?
    I say hold up
    What you see is what you get
    And on the real I know the feeling it
    Cuz I’ve always been authentic
    I say hold up
    You could never hold us
    If you think that we gon fold up
    I guess you do not know us
    I say hold up
    You might have to get me going out
    Cuz when I’m in it bro you know my teammates with me
    I say hold up

    [Outro]
    I say hold up
    I say hold up
    I say hold up