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  • Young Thug – MLK (feat. Trouble & Shad Da God)

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
    Oh, no, hold on, yeah

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I was havin’ a dream
    I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
    And I bought everything that I want
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
    Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
    I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
    Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
    Black diamonds, Black History Month
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
    I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
    I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
    I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
    I pray to God I die in my sleep
    I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
    ‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
    Ain’t goin’ for deceased
    These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
    Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
    Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
    Spent all my tour money on the ring
    Told ’em, "Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see," yeah
    I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
    I got a white and a black dog
    I swear now that he’s on Adderall
    Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
    Shawty more P than a Madden ball
    Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
    This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
    Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
    Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
    Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
    You better not have to OD on me, ayy
    Let’s go to people town
    Put somethin’ in your account, bae
    Now you don’t need me around, yeah
    She want me to play and I ain’t with it
    Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
    Sing to her like Sean Garrett
    I know my woes ready (my woes)
    Tell me your card info (card info)
    She don’t got ego
    Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
    Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
    Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
    Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
    She don’t got time to clash with bitches
    She buyin’ bags for bitches
    I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
    I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
    I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
    I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
    I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
    I wrapped up the last of these bitches
    Foreign tags and American
    Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I was havin’ a dream
    I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
    And I bought everything that I want
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
    Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
    I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
    Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
    Black diamonds, Black History Month
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    My dream just started workin’
    Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
    I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
    I see you…
    I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
    You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
    Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
    Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
    Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
    Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
    Big body Benz on me, hey
    Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
    Bless you sneeze on me, hey
    Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
    Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
    Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
    Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
    Lamborghini wife with me, hey
    Lamborghini price increased, hey
    Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
    You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
    You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
    Pour that Actavis

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I was havin’ a dream
    I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
    And I bought everything that I want
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
    Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
    I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
    Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
    Black diamonds, Black History Month
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

    [Verse 3: Trouble]
    It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
    Homie you not have a whole spine
    Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
    That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
    In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
    Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
    They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
    Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
    Think about everybody else
    I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
    Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
    Never came for the fame, no (no)
    I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
    Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
    Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

    [Verse 4: Shad da God]
    Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
    Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
    Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
    And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
    Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
    Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
    You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
    They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
    I was havin’ some lean
    She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
    Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
    She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
    Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
    All night I buy some rings and swear by me
    Cut


  • Young Thug – MLK Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
    Oh no, hold on, yeah

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I was havin’ a dream
    I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
    And I bought everything that I want
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
    Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
    I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
    Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
    Black diamonds, Black History Month
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
    I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
    I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
    I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
    I pray to God I die in my sleep
    I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
    ‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
    Ain’t goin’ for deceased
    These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
    Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
    Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
    Spent all my tour money on the ring
    Told ’em, “Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see,” yeah
    I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
    I got a white and a black dog
    I swear now that he’s on Adderall
    Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
    Shawty more P than a Madden ball
    Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
    This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
    Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
    Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
    Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
    You better not have to OD on me, ayy
    Let’s go to people town
    Put somethin’ in your account, bae
    Now you don’t need me around, yeah
    She want me to play and I ain’t with it
    Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
    Sing to her like Sean Garrett
    I know my woes ready (my woes)
    Tell me your card info (card info)
    She don’t got no ego
    Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
    Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
    Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
    Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
    She don’t got time to clash with bitches
    She buyin’ bags for bitches
    I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
    I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
    I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
    I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
    I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
    I wrapped up the last of these bitches
    Foreign tags and American
    Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I was havin’ a dream
    I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
    And I bought everything that I want
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
    Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
    I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
    Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
    Black diamonds, Black History Month
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    My dream just started workin’
    Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
    I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
    I see you…
    I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
    You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
    Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
    Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
    Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
    Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
    Big body Benz on me, hey
    Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
    Bless you sneeze on me, hey
    Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
    Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
    Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
    Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
    Lamborghini wife with me, hey
    Lamborghini price increased, hey
    Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
    You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
    You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
    Pour that Actavis

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    I was havin’ a dream
    I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
    And I bought everything that I want
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
    Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
    I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
    Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
    Black diamonds, Black History Month
    Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

    [Verse 3: Trouble]
    It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
    Homie you not have a whole spine
    Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
    That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
    In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
    Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
    They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
    Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
    Think about everybody else
    I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
    Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
    Never came for the fame, no (no)
    I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
    Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
    Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

    [Verse 4: Shad da God]
    Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
    Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
    Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
    And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
    Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
    Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
    You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
    They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
    I was havin’ some lean
    She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
    Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
    She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
    Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
    All night I buy some rings and swear by me
    Cut


  • Vitamin D – Ludacris feat. Ty Dolla $ign lyrics

    Lyrics Ludacris – Vitamin D

    Aw yeah, yeahhh
    I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
    They just deficient in so many things, man
    You missing so many key nutrients in your life
    I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
    Oh, no no
    Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
    Yeah, Luda.

    She got them handlebars
    Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
    She be givin’ out battle scars
    ‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
    She told me, all the way, go straight to that a*s
    Make a student be late for the class
    She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
    So I gotta get straight to the cash
    I love big cheeks in between them sheets
    Jump back, I can’t help myself
    Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
    ‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
    And she get right down to the business
    She stimulate the five senses
    And she like it when I grab her hair
    But I might pull out them extensions
    My intentions is good for her
    She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
    I beat it right and leave it good sore
    Real niggas is always what I stood for
    I’m all in, I don’t play with it
    I fall in and I lay in it
    If I call in, I might stay in it
    And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it.

    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it).(vitamin d)

    She got them thunder thighs
    I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
    Man, her booty is plus her size
    And I like my cakes with some icin’
    Yeah baby, ciero a milo
    Que a sabora azucca
    Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
    Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
    Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
    Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
    I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
    I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
    But I love her boots when they thigh high
    Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
    Take her legs, put ’em sky high
    Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
    Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
    Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
    Work, I’ma call off versuri-lyrics.info
    Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much a*s to haul off
    You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
    ‘Cause ain’t nobody got s*x like you
    That can dress like you or impress like you
    You make a brother wanna woosa.

    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it).

    Ooh, she got that snapback
    Kinda a*s if you blink, that it might hurt you
    All up on the Snapchat
    Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
    That there be your eyes only
    Love when she grind on me
    If they said I’m talkin’ s**t
    You know someone was lyin’ on me
    She ain’t for that he say, she say
    This shakin’ the DJ replay
    Is like everyday is her bday
    ‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
    And she got to work with a smile on
    And her skin is always glowin’
    And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
    ‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda.

    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take ittt).(vitamin d)
    Ludacris lyrics
    Video Ludacris


  • LUDACRIS – Vitamin D lyrics

    Aw yeah, yeah!
    I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
    They just defensive in so many things, man
    You missing so many key nutrients in your life
    I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
    Oh, no no
    Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
    Yeah, Luda….

    She got them handlebars
    Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
    She be givin’ out battle scars
    ‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
    She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
    Make a student be late for the class
    She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
    So I gotta get straight to the cash
    I love big cheeks in between them sheets
    Jump back, I can’t help myself
    Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
    ‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
    And she get right down to the business
    She stimulate the five senses
    And she like it when I grab her hair
    But I might pull out them extensions
    My intentions is good for her
    She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
    I beat it right and leave it good sore
    Real niggas is always what I stood for
    I’m all in, I don’t play with it
    I fall in and I lay in it
    If I call in, I might stay in it
    And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

    She got them thunder thighs
    I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
    Man, her booty is plus her size
    And I like my cakes with some icin’
    Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
    Que a sabora azucca]
    Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
    Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
    Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
    Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
    I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
    I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
    But I love her boots when they thigh high
    Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
    Take her legs, put ’em sky high
    Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
    Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
    Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
    Work, I’ma call off
    Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
    You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
    ‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
    That can dress like you or impress like you
    You make a brother wanna woosa

    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

    Ooh, she got that snapback
    Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
    All up on the Snapchat
    Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
    That there be your eyes only
    Love when she grind on me
    If they said I’m talkin’ shit
    You know someone was lyin’ on me
    She ain’t for that he say, she say
    This shakin’ the DJ replay
    Is like everyday is her bday
    ‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
    And she got to work with a smile on
    And her skin is always glowin’
    And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
    ‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it


  • Ludacris – Vitamin D (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)

    [Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Ludacris]
    Aw yeah, yeah
    I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
    They just defensive in so many things, man
    You missing so many key nutrients in your life
    I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
    Oh, no no
    Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
    Yeah, Luda

    [Verse 1: Ludacris]
    She got them handlebars
    Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
    She be givin’ out battle scars
    ‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
    She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
    Make a student be late for the class
    She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
    So I gotta get straight to the cash
    I love big cheeks in between them sheets
    Jump back, I can’t help myself
    Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
    ‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
    And she get right down to the business
    She stimulate the five senses
    And she like it when I grab her hair
    But I might pull out them extensions
    My intentions is good for her
    She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
    I beat it right and leave it good sore
    Real niggas is always what I stood for
    I’m all in, I don’t play with it
    I fall in and I lay in it
    If I call in, I might stay in it
    And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

    [Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

    [Verse 2: Ludacris]
    She got them thunder thighs
    I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
    Man, her booty is plus her size
    And I like my cakes with some icin’
    Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
    Que a sabora azucca]
    Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
    Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
    Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
    Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
    I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
    I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
    But I love her boots when they thigh high
    Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
    Take her legs, put ’em sky high
    Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
    Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
    Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
    Work, I’ma call off
    Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
    You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
    ‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
    That can dress like you or impress like you
    You make a brother wanna woosa

    [Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

    [Verse 3: Ludacris]
    Ooh, she got that snapback
    Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
    All up on the Snapchat
    Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
    That there be your eyes only
    Love when she grind on me
    If they said I’m talkin’ shit
    You know someone was lyin’ on me
    She ain’t for that he say, she say
    This shakin’ the DJ replay
    Is like everyday is her bday
    ‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
    And she got to work with a smile on
    And her skin is always glowin’
    And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
    ‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

    [Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
    Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
    Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
    So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
    Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
    She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
    She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)


  • 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


  • Future – Birds Chirppin (Freebandz Mixtape)

    [Intro: Future]
    I got the birds chirpin’, both lines
    Bentley or the Rari, they both mine

    [Bridge: Future]
    What’s the deal with that? No cosign
    Leaving out the dealership, burning both tires
    Jeopardizing these checks behind these gang signs
    Came out of Lil Mexico, now I’m an icon
    Popstar, whatever dog, I’m really him
    I sit back and I plotted and waited, I’m going bonkers
    Fishscale profits, I swear it made me a monster
    Criticized the day when I came, and then I conquered

    [Hook: Future]
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’

    [Verse 2: Quicktrip]
    Got a condo off of peach street
    Got a bad bitch off of leaf street
    She can’t call me, she got to meet me
    Getting real money, call me Big Meech
    Got my gang here from Peewee
    Like my bricks clean, I’m a neat freak
    Like a fuck nigga or the [?]
    All you hear the pot sayin’ squeak squeak
    Made a couple mil off the first pack
    Got the hellcat then I fell back
    I’m a young nigga making boss moves
    One slip nigga, nigga cost you
    Plug talk in codes
    I want 36 for a walkthrough
    I’m a street nigga, no Street Execs
    They gon’ pay for it when they get the [?]
    One thing about me, I’m solid
    Me and my uncle talk in private
    My plane gon’ fly and it’s private
    These bitches know that I got it
    I’m a hood legend, call me Master P
    All the OGs gon’ vouch for me
    All the old heads gotta shout me
    I was 21, gettin’ ‘em for 33

    [Hook: Future]
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’

    [Verse 3: Quicktrip]
    Make the bricks swim, call ‘em Michael Phelps
    Got some bloods with me, crips on the left
    Seen some niggas get right or get left
    I’m a boss man, move by myself
    I know Rio with me, nobody else
    That nigga Future showed me he solid
    He the first nigga to let a young nigga from the hood ride on a private
    These hoes ain’t callin’ back yet
    Ain’t no Wi-Fi, where the hoes at?
    Yeah my uncle watch three B’s
    Done told you I moved the B’s
    You ain’t never had no real plug then you really can’t fuck with me
    All the young niggas in my hood, yeah they still look up to me

    [Hook: Future]
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’
    And I got them birds chirpin’

    [Bridge: Future]
    What’s the deal with that? No cosign
    Leaving out the dealership, burning both tires
    Jeopardizing these checks behind these gang signs
    Came out of Lil Mexico, now I’m an icon
    Popstar, whatever dog, I’m really him
    I sit back and I plotted and waited, I’m going bonkers
    Fishscale profits, I swear it made me a monster
    Criticized the day when I came, and then I conquered

    [Outro: Future]
    Don’t I got them birds chirpin’?
    Don’t I got them birds chirpin’?
    You can hear them birds chirpin’, both lines
    Bentley and the Rari and they both mine


  • A Tribe Called Quest – Ego (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

    [Chorus: Q-Tip]
    Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
    Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
    Ego, ego trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
    Ego, ego
    I got one, you got one, and now we equal
    Sometimes it makes you trip out on your people
    Sometimes it has connotations of evil
    Sometimes niggas call on it when they need to
    It’s called the ego

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Ay, it’s hard to really make the subject positively stated
    Some may hate it and some may overrate it
    It’s a top story and you rarely see a trend
    So all you psychoanalysts, pull out your pad and pen
    It’s called the ego
    Come up with an idea, and no one seems to get it
    Then every time you mention it
    They stare like you’re two-headed
    But one day, in your cubicle, your idea really comes to view
    Your boss is walking by, he sees it too and he takes it from you
    She put you on the aces of all the stripper places
    And has the kinda clientele where niggas trick off very well
    You beg her and you plead her and you tuck away your ego
    She knows you need the chicken
    And you know that she’s your people
    They call you fat and lazy, your commentary crazy
    They photoshop your face on a box of McCormick gravy
    And now that inner voice, that ego, making you get wavy
    Change your diet, hit the gym
    And say, "What were you saying to me?"
    The ego makes you do it, it makes you face the music
    Or run away from life so fast that you’ll outsprint Carl Lewis
    It has you think your deceptive ways of being are the truest
    Had the prettiest brown eyes but you change them shits to the bluest
    It’s the ego

    [Bridge: Q-Tip]
    Ooo, Jack White
    Ooo, Jack White

    [Verse 2: Q-Tip]
    A celebrated genius, my dick game is the meanest
    I’ll take the girl that’s augmented, new me is invented
    I’ll take the biggest house in Calabassas
    Anyone for Michael Phelps swimming classes?
    You need it when you’re balling, equally when you’re falling
    Or when those kids in school on your locker
    They get to scrawling
    Epithets that’s racist is stupid and mean in nature
    Something that can make you feel stronger when people hate ya
    Ego make you violent or govern like a tyrant
    Or switch a dictionary’s word from vibrant to vivrant
    Fool the thirsty people, selling tap water in bottles
    Fooled a girl with NYU scholarship and now she models
    Ego has no ending, has people pretending
    Religious zealots get jealous ’cause guys want their defending
    This is the last Tribe and our ego hopes that you felt us
    And closing for our ego, we know only God can help us

    [Outro]
    Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
    Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
    Ego, ego trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
    Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
    Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
    Ego, ego trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
    Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
    Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind


  • A Tribe Called Quest – Ego

    [Chorus: Q-Tip]
    Ego, ego
    Skip it, trippin in my mind
    Ego, ego
    Skip it, trippin in my mind
    Ego, ego
    Trippy, trippy, trippy, trippy, trippy
    Ego
    Ego

    [Intro: Q-Tip]
    I got one, you got one, and now we equal
    Sometimes it makes you trip out on your people
    Sometimes it has connotations of evil
    Sometimes niggas call on it when they need to
    It’s called the ego

    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    Ay, it’s hard to really make the subject positively stated
    Some may hate it and some might overrate it
    It’s a top story and you rarely see a trend
    So all you psychoanalysts, pull out your pad and pen, it’s called the ego
    Come up with an idea, and no one seems to get it
    Then every time you mention it, they stare like you’re two-headed
    But one day in your cubicle your idea really comes to view
    Your boss is walking by, he sees it too and he takes it from you
    She put you on the aces of all the stripper places
    That has the kinda clientele where niggas trickle very well
    You beg her and you plead her and you tuck away your ego
    She knows you need the dicking and she knows you need the people
    They call you fat and lazy, your commentary crazy
    They photoshop your face on a box of McCormick gravy
    And now that inner voice, the ego, making you get wavy
    Change your diet, hit the gym and say “What were you saying to me?”
    The ego makes you do it, it makes you face the music
    Or run away from life so fast that you’ll outsprint Carl Lewis
    That has you think your deceptive ways of being untruest
    Had the prettiest brown eyes but you change them shits to bluest
    It’s the ego

    [Bridge: Q-Tip]
    Ooo, Jack White
    Ooo, Jack White

    [Verse 2: Q-Tip]
    A celebrated genius, my dick game’s the meanest
    I’ll take the girl that’s augmented, new me is invented
    I’ll take the biggest house in Calabassas
    Anyone for Michael Phelps swimming classes?
    You need it when you’re balling, equally when you’re falling
    Or when those kids in school on your locker they get to scrawling
    Epithets is racist are stupid and mean in nature
    Something that can make you feel stronger when people hate ya
    Ego make you violent, or govern like a tyrant
    Or switch ya dictionary’s word from vibrant to vivrant
    Fool the thirsty people, selling tap water in bottles
    Fooled a girl with NYU scholarship, now she models
    Ego has no ending, has people pretending
    Religious zealots get jealous ’cause guys want their defending
    This is the last Tribe and our ego hopes that you felt us
    And closing for our ego, we know only God can help us

    [Outro]
    Ego, ego
    Spit the truth right in my mind
    Ego, ego
    Spit the truth right in my mind
    Ego, ego
    [?]
    Ego, ego
    Spit the truth right in my mind
    Ego, ego
    Spit the truth right in my mind
    Ego, ego
    Spit the truth right in my mind
    Ego, ego
    Spit the truth right in my mind
    Ego, ego
    Spit the truth right in my mind


  • Young Thug – I Might

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Woah
    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
    Goddamn, I had four hoes at 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 beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

    [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 dawn
    They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
    Pay everybody like a cash cow
    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 missus, nigga
    And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
    Bend the money down like a Philly, nigga
    Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, 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 hoe’s going wild

    [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
    Goddamn, 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 2: 21 Savage]
    Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
    I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
    Hundred shotters with me, whoa
    VVSs on me, whoa
    VVSs on me, bling
    Badaboom, badabing (21)
    Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
    Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
    We put them drums in them carbines (21)
    We pull up on rappers and spark ’em (21)
    I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
    Street nigga really came from nothing (What?)
    Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21)
    Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?)
    You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?)
    We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking
    You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21)
    I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21)
    Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts)
    Car foreign and my gun Russian
    Sneak dissing get a concussion (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
    Goddamn, 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


  • Young Thug – Might Lyrics

    [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
    Goddamn, I had four hoes at 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 beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

    [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 cow
    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 missus, nigga
    And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
    Bend the money down like a Philly, nigga
    Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, 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 hoe’s going wild

    [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
    Goddamn, I had four hoes at 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 beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

    [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
    Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
    I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
    Hundred shotters with me, whoa
    VVSs on me, whoa
    VVSs on me, bling
    Badaboom, badabing
    Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
    Put them blue tips in that cartridge
    We put them drums in them carbines
    We pull up on rappers and spark ’em
    I might take your chain if it sparkle
    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
    Car foreign and my gun Russian
    Sneak dissing get a concussion

    [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
    Goddamn, I had four hoes at 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 beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking kidneys up


  • RiFF RaFF – Stay Away From You (feat. Jimmy Wopo) (Balloween Album) letras

    [Hook: RiFF RAFF]
    I’m just balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    And I’m balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    And I’m balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you

    [Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
    Blueberry lean, hit the ceiling fan
    I pull up in lamb and the seats candy tan
    Check out my sedan
    Check my checking and you might get chin checked
    Checkers on my heels cause they Louis Vuitton
    Filet mignon in Hong Kong
    Even if you do me wrong
    I still wish you blessings
    God bless the adolescence with indigestion
    My fifth doing curls
    [?] doing bench presses
    Who is the bestest
    I pull up on the scene

    [Hook: RiFF RAFF]
    I’m just balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    And I’m just balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you

    [Verse 2: Jimmy Wopo]
    We all in the kitchen [?] go and help yourself
    Whipping in the kitchen think I gave [?]
    Fucking with that water, I swimming Michael Phelps
    Always [?] still my niggas [?]
    [?] I’m at the free throw like Shaquille
    That my bitch she from Brazille, all the dope boys [?]
    No I don’t want a will, I take all my shit to Hell
    No I don’t want a pill, I take all my shit to [?]
    [?] delicious, I’m popping the perc [?]
    The hollows [?] nutricious
    I’m smoking on that futuristic
    Oh I can’t stay on my pivot
    I’m leaning on Scottie, I’m Pippen
    I score in addition like [?]
    I am a dog with the frisbee

    [Hook: RiFF RAFF]
    I’m just balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    And I’m balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    And I’m balling for no reason
    And I’m iced out like winter season
    I’m just tryna stay away from you
    I’m just tryna stay away from you


  • 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


  • Gucci Mane – Out The Zoo (Woptober Album) letras

    [Intro]
    (Listen to this track bitch)
    Woah, Wop
    Hah, Wop
    Woah, sheesh
    Burr, toy
    Skrt, Wizzop

    [Verse 1]
    I take the good with the bad and the bad with the good
    The plug sent the goods so I had to flood the hood
    The plug sent the bag then I offed that too
    That made me a bigger asset to the plug
    But tell me how you feel when your plug tell on ya
    Your partner in crime on thugs tell on ya
    Talking 20 years, 30 years, 50 years
    In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 pills
    Homicide though, genocide when I ride
    When we die, only God knows where the bullets fly
    In my Hummer truck, Will is coming through my car door
    I had contract killers staying at my condo
    Got a hole in your folk just to show I ain’t bluffing
    Gotta vest up cause I sure ain’t ducking
    Standing in the cold on the corner, flash O’s
    Sold his soul to the devil for a Mac-11
    100 bricks of pure coke, white like heaven
    My Mexican copped the lick, connect doing confession
    Sitting in the pin, son just turned seven
    I progress then regress and this shit is getting depressing
    But I count my stash ‘fore I count my blessings
    And I load my weapon ‘fore I eat my breakfast
    The streets keep talking and the snitches keep telling
    Your whole life can change in a motherfucking second

    [Hook]
    Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
    They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
    Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
    You nincompoops so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
    I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
    Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
    Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
    Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo

    [Verse 2]
    I might manic, I go in ang panic, don’t see nothing but red
    Off my millions I can’t sleep for days cause I hear voices in my head
    This lil devil on my left shoulder say “shoot him in his dreads”
    While an angel on the right whisper “just shoot him in the leg”
    I admit that I might need some help, I guess I made a step
    Man they think I need a shrink cause I fear God but don’t fear death
    I’m so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink ’em by myself
    A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I’m Michael Phelps
    Louis glasses, Ferragamo belt, I’m Gucci Mane XL
    YSL with the new Gazelles that match my blue Chevelle
    Bitches laughing like I’m Dave Chappelle cause I stay fresh as hell
    Zone 6, Zone 6, you don’t like it? Kill yourself

    [Hook]
    Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
    They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
    Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
    You nincompoops, so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
    I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
    Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
    Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
    Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo


  • Mac Miller – Knock Knock- Clean lyrics

    This is gonna feel real good, alright?
    Most dope
    Everybody please put a thumb in the air

    1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
    Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

    1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
    Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

    I feel like a million bucks
    But my money don’t really feel like I do
    And from the ground I built my own damn buzz
    People was amazed I was still in high school
    But now I’m out, and money what I’m ’bout
    Tryin to get so much that I can’t keep count
    New kicks give me cushion like whoopie
    Keep a smile like an Eat’n Park cookie
    Everything good, I’m white boy awesome
    Up all night – Johnny Carson
    I ain’t gotta Benz, no just a Honda
    But try to get my money like an Anaconda,
    Real, real long cross the country
    Crank turns in the whip, no cop can bust me
    Drive into the stage, they applaud and scream
    All them pretty little girls come and flock to me, yeah I rock the beat

    1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
    Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

    1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
    Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

    And I like my rhymes witty
    All my dimes pretty
    If you got food you can come fly with me
    I don’t take pity on them silly little girls
    Milly vanilly but this is really how it goes
    Mouth my words, don’t say shit
    Shhh, Shut up girl and throw a fit
    I’m just playin’ let’s have a ball
    All we need is some seeds, shows, and baby dolls
    Hey, don’t forget it when I’m wreckin’ it
    Etiquette for the hell of it, smellin’ it when the L is lit, I’m Flyer than
    A pelican
    Young fresh but I’m so damn intelligent
    Girls like gains ’cause I’m actin’ like a gentleman
    Im fresher than the water Michael Phelps was in
    Finna have a party baby you can tell your friends
    We the type lookin’ right still settin’ trends
    Forget a job I’m a get these dead presidents

    1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
    Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

    1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
    Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

    Not a day goes by when I ain’t being sligh
    They wonder why don’t I go get myself a job
    So I can make them bucks but I don’t get the luck
    No, I feel great Girl I feel great

    1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
    Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

    1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
    Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)