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  • Mally Mall – Physical (feat. Jeremih & E-40)

    [Intro]
    Mally Mall

    [Verse 1: Jeremih]
    Slid up in the club for a moment
    She was with her friends, then she noticed
    Know I’m that nigga stay focused
    Ain’t no intermission while we roleplay
    Still ain’t never poked but I’m coping
    See your legs closed but your open
    Ever have both hands on the toilet?
    Bring your friends round while we tourin’

    [Bridge: Jeremih]
    She said she’d never kiss her best friend
    Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
    Say you ain’t ever had this
    Say you don’t smoke
    But you wanna get sky high
    Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
    Baby, let me take you up a mile high
    Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

    [Chorus: Jeremih]
    Physical is how we play our game
    Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it

    Physical is how we play our game
    Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it

    [Verse 2: E-40]
    She said she’d never do it, she did it
    Might not admit it, she with it
    She let me hit with the magnum rubber
    Her couchie exquisite smash for an hour and not a minute
    Smokin’ on power
    She off the cabbage and spinach
    High as the towers up in Dubai
    Fly Emirates, about my paper, my buisness
    Born and raised in the trenches
    Was spittin’ game since an infant
    From the bay where they pin it
    Throw a bitch up in the sky and break her before she get that cement
    Never thought she would fall in love with a thugger
    Reputable factor from the heart of the soil
    From the thick of the fucking mud
    I’m off a liter of oil
    Up in the club with my blood
    My people my partners
    My relatives and my cuz
    Everything that I do I beast, I beast
    This watch, Patek Philippe, Philippe
    Her legs is open like peas
    She said her nigga pitiful
    She grabbin’ on my balls like a physical

    [Chorus: Jeremih & (E-40)]
    Physical is how we play our game
    Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
    (All the same)
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    (But she did it)
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    (But she did it)
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    (But she did it)
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    (Uh)

    Physical is how we play our game
    Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same, yeah
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it

    [Verse 3: Jeremih]
    Said she never wanted no kids
    What, how they end up on your lips?
    Got your own you don’t need no assist
    Said you never cheat on you nigga
    Thought you’d never tat my name on your titties
    Let a dog in that kitty
    Never thought you’d admit it
    Even though you told me I’m never gonna hit it

    [Bridge: Jeremih]
    She said she’d never kiss her best friend
    Baby that don’t make you a lesbian
    Say you ain’t ever had this
    Say you don’t smoke
    But you wanna get sky high
    Say she ain’t ever been skydiving
    Baby, let me take you up to mile high
    Let me get in deep til’ I fall out

    [Chorus: Jeremih]
    Physical is how we play our game
    Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it

    Physical is how we play our game
    Loving, touching, fucking, it’s all the same
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it
    Yah you know she love it and I’m with it
    She said she’d never do it but she did it

    [Outro: E-40]
    Jeremih
    40 Water
    Mally Mall
    She said she’d never do it better she did it
    Never say never man
    If she knew better, she would do better
    I’m cut from leather, he cut from polyester
    Bitch


  • Young Dolph – Paranoid

    [Intro]
    Izze The Producer
    Yeah, yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
    Yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
    Yeah (yup), yeah, yeah
    Ayy fire that weed up man, ayy

    [Chorus]
    Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
    I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
    Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
    I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
    Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
    She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
    Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
    The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)

    [Verse 1]
    The feds in the hood (whoa)
    And I heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (shit)
    I hope those folks don’t come and get us
    Talkin’ ass bitch (shut up)
    I cut her off, didn’t need no scissors (nah)
    Nah I don’t like that nigga (fuck ’em)
    So I fucked his sister (yeah yeah)
    I’m tripple blessed, so today I’m rockin’ a jesus piece (yeah yeah)
    Pull out my garage in some shit you drive on Need for Speed (yeah yeah)
    I gave her a job at my traphouse sackin’ up P’s (trap)
    Fur across my back, Balenciagas on my feet (swag)
    Go and get a sack young nigga, and be all you can be (uh-huh)
    I spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats (uh-huh)
    I used to go to sleep hungry, didn’t have shit to eat (remember that?)
    Now I gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat

    [Chorus]
    Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
    I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
    Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
    I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
    Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
    She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
    Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
    The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)

    [Verse 2]
    Patek Philippe with residue on it (uh, yeah, yeah)
    These diamonds they hit every time I move, don’t it, uh, uh
    You can’t eat with me if you ain’t hungry (nah)
    I keep some shit up my sleeve and it always got something to do with money (know that)
    I’m throwin’ money on Monday (yup)
    I got the bitch off the runway (yup)
    Boy you know I’m about gunplay (yup)
    Then go pay my tithes on Sunday (thank you God)
    I might stop pimpin’ one day (yeah)
    I might stop sippin’ one day (damn)
    I got so high I’m goin’ the wrong way on the fuckin’ one way
    The way I put this shit on me, they be like how do he do it? (hah)
    Don’t you bring that bitch ’round me my nigga, ’cause you might lose her (yeah)
    She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and fuck to my music (yeah)
    Then she gave me head and told me I should go make a movie, ah

    [Chorus]
    Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
    I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
    Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
    I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
    Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
    She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
    Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
    The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)


  • Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

    Yeah, yeah
    Here we go
    Ha ha ha
    Residue still on my hand
    It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
    Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
    You can’t imagine the trenches
    What you know about trapping and pitching?
    Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
    What you know about not having a penny?
    Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
    Phone off it was quiet for me
    Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
    I woke up this morning with a lot of money
    I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
    On my mama, your honor
    I’m not gonna speak on a soul
    They told me you reap what you sow
    Props to my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
    I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
    My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
    I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
    Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
    I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
    When your album dropping? All they wanna know
    Two thousand for this Moncler coat
    Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
    That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
    Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
    But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
    Residue still on my hand
    It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
    Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
    You can’t imagine the trenches
    What you know about trapping and pitching?
    Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
    What you know about not having a penny?
    Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
    Ice hash in the bong
    Take dabs ’til I’m gone
    In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
    Keep a low tip nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
    I done did three mil’, did it all in one day
    Hear ’em talk but I don’t believe ’em
    New car so I’m gonna leave ’em
    Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
    They don’t go off like Khalifa man
    2nd grade had two girlfriends
    5th grade I was in Japan
    Now I can never go broke again
    I ain’t need no one to hold my hand
    Uh, fuck up off me
    If the weed good roll it then
    Quick to turn a hater to a fan
    Quick to get another million
    Quick to spend it all with my fam
    Quick to tell a nigga who I am
    Quick to get my niggas out a jam
    I’m a wrong one
    Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
    You better grow some
    I remember people lying to me
    Now I force em’ all to stand in line
    How he got the bed buddy flyin’
    My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
    Phone off it was quiet for me
    Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
    I woke up this morning with a lot of money
    I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
    On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
    Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
    It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
    I’m picking up bags when I leave town
    A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
    A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
    Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
    Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
    I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
    I heard you talk to a lot of feds
    Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
    Fuck the Reup up at the Fendi store
    Fuck the Reup up on Chanel
    Fuck the Reup up on Vuitton
    Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
    I fucked the Reup on LeBron
    We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
    Hot temper keepin’ it calm
    See I used to sleep in the slums
    Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
    Residue still on my hand
    It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
    Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
    You can’t imagine the trenches
    What you know about trapping and pitching?
    Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
    What you know about not having a penny?
    Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
    Phone off it was quiet for me
    Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
    I woke up this morning with a lot of money
    I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
    On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
    Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
    It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
    I’m picking up bags when I leave town
    A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
    A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
    Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
    Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
    Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
    Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
    Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
    Residue still on my hand
    It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
    Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
    You can’t imagine the trenches
    Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
    Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
    Bag that up


  • DJ Esco – Too Much Sauce (feat. Future & Lil Uzi Vert)

    That’s too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Hermes in the A
    That’s too much sauce
    They let me know before I was famous
    I had too much sauce
    Audemars, Hublot now
    That’s too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    Got too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    I got too much sauce
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Got diamonds on all on my fingers
    That’s too much sauce
    Yeah, all of my diamonds they shine
    Haters like "knock that off"
    All of your diamonds are fake, need to stop that dawg
    You really kissin’ that girl like she ain’t top me though
    Shaquille O’Neal with the haters ’cause I’m blockin’ y’all
    Yeah, yeah, that’s too much sauce
    Rockin’ VLONE when I’m rockin’ Off-White (That’s too much sauce)
    Yeah, she smile at me on her teeth with that ice (That’s too much sauce)
    Smokin’ that gas got me high like a kite
    Too much sauce
    Diamonds they look like Dasani huh, more like Voss
    That boy saw my chain, he said "what’s the cost?", aye
    You wanna know the amount? Can you count?
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Hermes in the A
    That’s too much sauce
    They let me know before I was famous
    I had too much sauce
    Audemars, Hublot now
    That’s too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    Got too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    I got too much sauce
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Got diamonds on all of my fingers
    That’s too much sauce
    Too much sauce
    Diamonds they look like Dasani, more like Voss
    Young man, young man, young man turned myself right to a boss
    Like yeah, coppin’ no matter the cost, like yeah
    (That’s too much sauce)
    Fuck that bitch and her friend right in my Benz (Too much sauce)
    Think me and Future fucked on the same twins, damn
    Wait, now I’m getting money
    Niggas actin’ like they been knew us, aye
    Fake energy don’t move us
    Diamonds they wide like a coupe
    Diamonds they straight from the jeweler
    Drugs got me lost like Bermuda
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Hermes in the A
    That’s too much sauce
    They let me know before I was famous
    I had too much sauce
    Audemars, Hublot now
    That’s too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    I got too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    I got too much sauce
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Got diamonds on all of my fingers
    That’s too much sauce
    Too much sauce
    Diamonds they look like Dasani


  • Meek Mill – On The Regular lyrics

    [Hook]
    Sell a lot of dope
    Dodge a lot of cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Rock a lot of chains
    Do a lot of things
    Bottles by the cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Do it on the regular
    Fuckin’ on the regular
    Drippin’ on the regular
    Trippin’ on the regular
    Count it on the regular
    Sippin’ on the regular
    Never smokin’ regular
    Nigga we ain’t regular

    [Verse 1]
    I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea yea
    I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea yea
    I’m out here lookin’ like Meech
    Flooded the Patek Philippe, yea yea
    Boogers all up in the piece
    We got the key to the streets, oh Lord
    Remember they said I was done done
    Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
    We get your chain and it’s one one
    I tell my nigga I want one
    I tell my nigga to get it back
    He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
    I hit your main and your side piece
    That’s on the low but I’m on one
    Wait, wait, wait
    Switch sides, niggas switch side
    We ain’t never got to dick ride
    More tickets than a fish fry
    And the chopper had the big guy
    Little nigga I’m the boss now
    Came back on them game 7
    Trap niggas got the ball now
    [Hook]
    Sell a lot of dope
    Dodge a lot of cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Rock a lot of chains
    Do a lot of things
    Bottles by the cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Do it on the regular
    Fuckin’ on the regular
    Drippin’ on the regular
    Trippin’ on the regular
    Count it on the regular
    Sippin’ on the regular
    Never smokin’ regular
    Nigga we ain’t regular

    [Verse 2]
    Woah, woah, woah
    Regular, regular, regular
    I do not see no competitors
    Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
    I’m getting money etcetera
    Bad bitches all on my schedule
    Felony, felony, felony
    I catch a case and it’s federal
    Bikes out summer time aye
    Mikes on number nine, yeah
    Bad bitch, hella fine, woah
    She don’t fuck, never mind, no
    I’ma get at her another time
    I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
    She go both ways like the yellow line
    I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
    Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
    Rap beef turn to homicides
    When we land on them and them hollows fly
    Had a bag but you broke nigga
    You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
    Out of sight nigga out of mind
    And my Patek runnin’ out of time

    [Hook]
    Sell a lot of dope
    Dodge a lot of cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Rock a lot of chains
    Do a lot of things
    Bottles by the cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Do it on the regular
    Fuckin’ on the regular
    Drippin’ on the regular
    Trippin’ on the regular
    Count it on the regular
    Sippin’ on the regular
    Never smokin’ regular
    Nigga we ain’t regular


  • Meek Mill – On The Regular

    [Hook]
    Sell a lot of dope
    Dodge a lot of cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Rock a lot of chains
    Do a lot of things
    Bottles by the cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Do it on the regular
    Fuckin’ on the regular
    Drippin’ on the regular
    Trippin’ on the regular
    Count it on the regular
    Sippin’ on the regular
    Never smokin’ regular
    Nigga we ain’t regular

    [Verse 1]
    I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea, yea
    I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea
    I’m out here lookin’ like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea
    Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord
    Remember they said I was done done
    Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
    We get your chain and its one one
    I tell my nigga I want one
    I tell my nigga to get it back
    He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
    I hit your main and your side piece
    That’s on the low but I’m on one
    Wait, wait, wait
    Switch sides, niggas switch side
    We ain’t never got to dick ride
    More tickets than a fish fry
    And the chopper had the big guy
    Little nigga I’m the boss now
    Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now
    [Hook]
    Sell a lot of dope
    Dodge a lot of cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Rock a lot of chains
    Do a lot of things
    Bottles by the cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Do it on the regular
    Fuckin’ on the regular
    Drippin’ on the regular
    Trippin’ on the regular
    Count it on the regular
    Sippin’ on the regular
    Never smokin’ regular
    Nigga we ain’t regular

    [Verse 2]
    Woah, woah, woah
    Regular, regular, regular
    I do not see no competitors
    Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
    I’m getting money etcetera
    Bad bitches all on my schedule
    Felony, felony, felony
    I catch a case and its federal
    Bikes out summer time aye
    Mikes on number nine yea
    Bad bitch hella fine woah
    She don’t fuck never mind no
    I’ma get at her another time
    I’ma go scoop me a yellow dime
    She go both ways like the yellow line
    I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
    Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
    Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly
    Had a bag but you broke nigga
    You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
    Out of sight nigga out of mind
    And my Patek runnin’ out of time

    [Hook]
    Sell a lot of dope
    Dodge a lot of cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Rock a lot of chains
    Do a lot of things
    Bottles by the cases
    Stickin’ to the basics
    Do it on the regular
    Fuckin’ on the regular
    Drippin’ on the regular
    Trippin’ on the regular
    Count it on the regular
    Sippin’ on the regular
    Never smokin’ regular
    Nigga we ain’t regular


  • Dj ESCO – Too Much Sauce lyrics

    [Intro: Future]
    That’s too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce

    [Hook: Future]
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Hermes in the A
    That’s too much sauce
    They let me know before I was famous
    I had too much sauce
    Audemars, Hublot now
    That’s too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    Got too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    I got too much sauce
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Got diamonds on all on my fingers
    That’s too much sauce
    [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yeah, all of my diamonds they shine
    Haters like “knock that off”
    All of your diamonds are fake, need to stop that dawg
    You really kissin’ that girl like she ain’t top me though
    Shaquille O’Neal with the haters cause I’m blockin’ y’all
    Yeah, yeah, that’s too much sauce
    Rockin’ VLONE when I’m rockin’ Off-White (That’s too much sauce)
    Yeah, she smile at me on her teeth with that ice (That’s too much sauce)
    Smokin’ that gas got me high like a kite
    Too much sauce
    Diamonds they look like Dasani huh, more like Voss
    That boy saw my chain, he said “what’s the cost?”, aye
    You wanna know the amount? Can you count?

    [Hook: Future]
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Hermes in the A
    That’s too much sauce
    They let me know before I was famous
    I had too much sauce
    Audemars, Hublot now
    That’s too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    Got too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    I got too much sauce
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Got diamonds on all of my fingers
    That’s too much sauce

    [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Too much sauce
    Diamonds they look like the Dasani, more like Voss
    Young man, young man, young man turned myself right to a boss, yeah
    Like yeah, coppin’ no matter the cost, like yeah
    (That’s too much sauce)
    Fuck that bitch and her friend right in my Benz (Too much sauce)
    Think me and Future fucked on the same twins, damn
    Wait, now i’m getting money
    Niggas actin’ like they been knew us, aye
    Fake energy don’t move us
    Diamonds they wide like a cougar
    Diamonds they straight from the jeweler
    Drugs got me lost like Bermuda

    [Hook: Future]
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    That’s too much sauce
    Hermes in the A
    That’s too much sauce
    They let me know before I was famous
    I had too much sauce
    Audemars, Hublot now
    That’s too much sauce
    Got too much sauce
    That’s too much sauce
    I got too much sauce
    Patek Philippe, the plain one
    Got diamonds on all of my fingers
    That’s too much sauce