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  • Pj Sin Suela – Perdona La Espera Lyrics

    Letra de “Perdona La Espera”

    Hello, PJ habla claro como albino
    Tu carrera esta cerca delfín como Dan Marino
    Entendiste ¿del fin? pescao no subestime
    Cada vez que rime vua ver como tu ego se deprime
    Y se apunta una .45 Pedro Martínez
    La esprime tengo a tu subconsciente usando kleenex
    Sudando gotas de frío, llorando gotas de envidia
    Porque de tanto tierra, floreció una orquídea
    Ahhh, perdona la tardanza
    Ahhh, volvió el Jefe cm Kansas
    El más que baila en esta f*cking danza
    Escupiendo balas como Bonanza
    Bam bam, sube las manos esto es un asalto
    Bam bam, te pongo a mover y no soy narco
    Cada ritmo que parto no vuelve a crecer lagarto
    No pienso parar infarto no hay charco pa’ este barco de letra
    Se humilde, PJ no te esmandes
    Pero un cabrón de 6’6 me dijo ni que yo era grande
    Y otro con un hoodie y espejuelos de lao’
    Me dijo PJ tu eres un sumo con el lápiz pesao’
    Y al chamaquito en el último party que can’té
    Que me dijo que cuando pelean los país me sube
    En los audífonos pa’ olvidar los problemas de afuera
    A ti mismito yussie te quiero decir que perdona la espera

    Perdona la espera
    Y si te fallé en alguna ocasión
    Aprovecho esta canción pa’ decirte que
    Perdona la espera
    Perdona la espera
    A mi público quiero pedirle disculpas por tardarme tanto pero estamos claros que…

    Tarde pero seguro es mejor que nunca
    Esta gente anda vira como el signo de pregunta
    Se juntan no apuntan tiran balas pa’ arriba
    La gravedad es mi hija PJ siempre se la esquiva
    Bailando con tu jevita tirao’ pa’ tras como el limbo
    Me dijo hazme un hijo que yo se que va ser lindo

    Pensé que la música me prometía 1000 gatas
    Pero me di cuenta que solo una me arrebata
    Soy un enamorao’, no un player, ni un galán
    Le tiro bomba a to’ estas satas como un musulmán
    Aunque me dijiste piensa bien tu decisión
    Que te voy a dejar si rapeas de profesión
    Entiendo tu pasión pero no estoy pa coger cuernos
    Ni embustes, gobierno ni despedirme en invierno
    Pero baby si me voy soy tuyo como quiera
    Espero volver pa decirte que perdona la espera

    Perdona la espera
    Si alguna vez rompí tu corazón
    Aprovecho esta canción pa’ decirte que

    Perdona la espera
    Perdona la espera
    Si alguna vez rompí tu corazón
    Aprovecho esta canción pa’ decirte que

    El punto de rapiar es que tu letra tenga un punto
    Y esta gente sigue fallando en el tiro libre juntos
    No hay punto que me venda, ni punto que me pare
    Coma, los mato lento como el dos de un garret
    Mami me dice que la calle esta mala
    Que ahora el más cobarde esconde una bala
    Que no llegue tarde si el caldo esta que arde
    Y hay muertos pa’ botar que no me escojan de alcalde
    Y yo otra vez a las 5 de la mañana
    Le digo una excusa corta como katana
    La beso en las canas, me sonríe con ojeras
    Le digo buenas noches mami y perdona la espera

    Perdona la espera
    Si te fallé en alguna ocasión
    Aprovecho esta canción pa decirte que
    Perdona la espera
    Perdona la espera

    Muchas gracias a to’ esa gente que ha esperao’
    Que me esta apoyando todo el tiempo
    Los quiero
    Sin Suela
    Este es PJ en verdad este no es Sin Suela
    Este soy yo esta es la clara


  • Future – Tricks on Me Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    Just got a call from my mom
    Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
    About the lawsuit
    I thought they had had that down, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
    Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
    This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
    Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
    Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
    Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
    Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
    Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
    How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
    How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
    Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
    I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
    Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
    I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
    I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
    I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
    I chief on gas house, until I pass out
    Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
    Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
    Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
    I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
    It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
    I tried to treat that shit just like a party
    I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
    Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
    I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
    I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

    [Chorus]
    Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
    Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
    Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
    Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
    Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
    Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
    ​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
    Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

    [Verse 2]
    Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
    Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
    Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
    The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
    Had to look the other way, could be the other way
    Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
    I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
    (Let’s go, let’s go)

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
    Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
    I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
    I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

    [Chorus]
    Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
    Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
    Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
    Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
    Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
    Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
    ​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
    Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary


  • Quavo – LOSE IT lyrics

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
    I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
    Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
    Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
    Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
    When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
    Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
    Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it (Go, lose it)

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Bought her Chanel, surprise on her, yeah (Chanel, yeah)
    She so bad, got girls and guys on her (Yeah)
    Make me wanna pull out the phone and go live on her, yeah (Yeah)
    But I snap back and close my eyes on her (Damn, yeah)
    Bad bitch, she bring a team of girls (Damn, yeah)
    They all came back after the club (Woo, yeah)
    Every city I go, they show me love (Show, yeah)
    That’s because we (What?) real thugs (Yeah)
    Bet that ice make her drown in the tub (Ice)
    Say she got that bag, told her put down on the drugs (Bag)
    That the type of shit that make your nigga call in (Brr, woo)
    That the type of shit that make your nigga fall in love (Woo)

    [Verse 2: Lil Baby]
    Pull up, I’m the life of the party
    4×4 truck sittin’ on Forgis
    488 with a 8, that’s shawty
    Lime Lamborghini sittin’ pretty, that’s Cardi
    Blue Lamborghini Diablo, gon’ Offset’s
    Havin’ talks in the Wraith, ’bout to take off
    Me and Pee in the Dawn havin’ boss talks
    Got the game from, bruh, that’s where I walk
    What am I gonna do when all these girls
    In the city goin’ crazy over me?
    Take the tints off the car so they can see me
    Slick, intimidatin’, niggas wanna be me
    PJ when we creepin’, they won’t ever see me
    Ain’t too into cameras, but they got to see me
    Diamonds on my fingers, I’m a superstar
    All in there like sneakin’ with a superstar
    Hit me if you want, I’m not gonna make a call
    Marlo’s still trappin’ in them trap house
    Cartier, solitaire, golf ball
    Real big dog, I won’t fuck with y’all
    Made it to the charts, they know who I am
    Shout out to my fans, really fuck with y’all
    Internet beef, I won’t get involved
    If it’s real problems, then it’s gettin’ solved
    Yeah, yeah

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
    I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
    Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
    Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
    Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
    When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
    Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
    Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it

    [Verse 3: Quavo]
    When I say (Lose it)
    She gonna make a nigga lose it
    I’m talkin’ big money
    Big money, thumb throughin’ it (Hey)
    Not through with it (Nah, nah)
    Not through with it (Nah)
    She all on the phone with her last nigga
    Say that pussy is mine, he losin’ it (Brrt, yeah)
    She poppin’ it, I’m ownin’ it (Yeah)
    She droppin’ it, it’s stoppin’ it (Stop), lose it (Yeah)
    Out of control, she movin’ it (Ooh, yeah)
    It’s movin’ (Woo)
    It’s a movie (Woo)
    She walkin’ around in Nike leggings (Ooh, yeah)
    Just doin’ it (Go!)
    Don’t get involved with her besties, they messy
    Spent a fifty ball on her neckpiece, she flexing
    I don’t give no calls, I just hit her with the texting
    Emoji all drippin’, leakin’ waterfalls, yeah


  • ASAP Ferg – Moon River lyrics

    Moon river
    Wider than a mile
    I’m crossing you in style
    Someday
    Oh dream maker

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & (Elle Fanning)]
    I ain’t window shopping today
    (Heartbreaker)
    I got a feeling today
    Uh, yeah
    How you feeling?
    Ferg in the building
    Tiffany grills with the all gold filling
    [?] I’ma stack it to the ceiling
    Only do it for the children
    Teach you how to make a million, ayy
    Tiffany for the breakfast
    [?] what a plate for the necklace
    (Dream maker, you heartbreaker)

    [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
    *Down*
    Moo-moo-moo-moon river wrist
    T-Square ring
    Room full of glis
    Blue give me kiss
    In a pool full of Cris
    Canary on a finger
    (Moon river)
    Don’t drool on my drip
    How you feeling?
    *Hey*
    I’m feeling great
    (Dream maker)
    Got Elle on a block on a crate
    I tell them bring all my jewels to the PJ
    Believe in love and your dreams will come easy
    Easy, easy, easy

    [Outro: Elle Fanning]
    My Huckleberry friend
    Moon river and me


  • DJ Esco – Chek (feat. Future)

    [Intro]
    Pluto
    If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    [Chorus]
    I get to these racks consistently
    Who gon’ stop me now?
    They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
    Who talkin’ now?
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out

    [Verse 1]
    I put a pool on top of the penthouse
    You can see me now
    I’m still high from the day before
    ‘Bout to re-up now
    Nigga was broke some years ago
    Fuck around, lose a cap
    Had the stewardess on the PJ
    And she chewed me out
    I was always in some shit
    Nigga, look at me now
    These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
    Tryna air me out
    Then I gave that bitch some cash
    Over a fair amount
    Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
    Who can’t close they mouth

    [Chorus]
    I get to these racks consistently
    Who gon’ stop me now?
    They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
    Who talkin’ now?
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    I just fucked up me a check

    [Verse 2]
    They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    Most of these niggas all whack
    They ’bout to get knocked off now
    I done went way past the quota
    Shit, I lost account, yeah
    Pulled up, turbo on a motor
    It was unannounced
    Make the Forbes’ once again
    The talk of the town
    I got Snow White on the seat
    Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
    I put good dope on this beat
    I’m ’bout to take some now
    They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
    ‘Bout to buy some now

    [Chorus]
    I get to these racks consistently
    Who gon’ stop me now?
    They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
    Who talkin’ now?
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    I just fucked up me a check

    [Verse 3]
    Get, get your money, get your weight up
    Just like a shark, dog get ate up
    I been told, another demeanor
    I been frozen, another demeanor
    Got more lights than a arena
    Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
    Pull, pull up [?]
    What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
    I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
    I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
    I’m out your league, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I get to these racks consistently
    Who gon’ stop me now?
    They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
    Who talkin’ now?
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    I just fucked up me a check


  • DJ ESCO – Chek Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Pluto
    If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    [Chorus]
    I get to these racks consistently
    Who gon’ stop me now?
    They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
    Who talkin’ now?
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out

    [Verse 1]
    I put a pool on top of the penthouse
    You can see me now
    I’m still high from the day before
    ‘Bout to re-up now
    Nigga was broke some years ago
    Fuck around, lose a cap
    Had this lil bitch on a PJ
    And she chewed me out
    I was always in some shit
    Nigga, look at me now
    These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
    Tryna air me out
    Then I gave that bitch some cash
    Over a fair amount
    Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
    Who can’t close they mouth

    [Chorus]
    I get to these racks consistently
    Who gon’ stop me now?
    They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
    Who talkin’ now?
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    I just fucked up me a check

    [Verse 2]
    They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    Most of these niggas all whack
    They ’bout to get knocked off now
    I done went way past the quota
    Shit, I lost account, yeah
    Pulled up, turbo on a motor
    It was unannounced
    Make the Forbes’ once again
    The talk of the town
    I got Snow White on the seat
    Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
    I put good dope on this beat
    I’m ’bout to take some now
    They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
    ‘Bout to buy some now

    [Chorus]
    I get to these racks consistently
    Who gon’ stop me now?
    They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
    Who talkin’ now?
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    I just fucked up me a check

    [Verse 3]
    Get, get your money, get your weight up
    Just like a shark, dog get ate up
    I been told, another demeanor
    I been frozen, another demeanor
    Got more lights than a arena
    Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
    Pull, pull up [?]
    What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
    I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
    I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
    I’m out your league, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I get to these racks consistently
    Who gon’ stop me now?
    They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
    ‘Bout to pop one now
    I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
    Who talkin’ now?
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
    I just fucked up me a check
    I just fucked up me a check


  • Eric Bellinger – Ain’t Ya Ex lyrics

    [Intro: Eric Bellinger]
    Aw yeah, oh
    Player sh*t only, yeah, yeah, yeah
    This gon’ be your favorite song
    (Hol’ up, hol’ up)

    [Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
    I’ma have to call you
    You might have to fall through, yeah
    I might just need all of you
    Can you give me all you? Yeah
    Baby, I’m the one for you, yeah
    All I got is love for you
    I might put my tongue on you
    I wanna eat some of you, yeah

    [Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
    Said I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, yeah
    Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
    Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga, yeah
    I’m a famous like Dex nigga, yeah
    She said I remind her of her ex-nigga, yeah
    Said, boy you only want the sex, nigga, yeah
    But I’ma call, not text nigga
    I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
    I ain’t your ex-nigga, ex-nigga, ex-nigga, yeah
    I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga
    Ex-nigga, I ain’t you ex-nigga, yeah
    Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
    Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Ain’t your ex, oh, ain’t your ex (It’s Eazy)

    [Verse 2: Mila J]
    Mila to the rescue (Mila, Mila)
    I’m about my checks too (Hold up, Mila)
    I’m a goddess so I can bless you (Bless you)
    If you’re lucky, I might sex you
    First, I gotta know, boy, what that head do? (Oh yeah)
    I’ma send a pic to test you (Oh yeah)
    I know, I impress you (Oh yeah)
    So shoot that PJ, need my leg room
    Baby, I ain’t nothing like your ex-bitch (Ain’t your ex)
    Let’s get this sh*t established (Ain’t your ex)
    Hella fatter that a bad bitch (Ain’t your ex)
    Plus, my booty real, come grab it

    [Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
    Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no
    Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
    Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
    I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
    I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
    I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga
    Yeah (ex)
    I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga, yeah (ooh, ex)
    Ex-nigga (ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
    Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga

    [Verse 3: Tink]
    I got this message for my next love
    Hope you ain’t as messy as my ex was
    Words don’t mean a thing, words don’t mean a thing
    You gon’ break my heart, then tell me I changed
    Like my ex-nigga
    I always swear, I’m freaking on the next nigga
    Don’t be like my ex, nigga
    I’m gon’ leave you lonely for a day
    What you tryna say?
    ‘Cause words don’t mean a thing
    Fuck a car, baby, pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up)
    Right now, right now, yeah
    I just wanna roll with you
    [??] before the [??]
    You know what he put me through

    [Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
    Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no no
    Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
    (I’ma young) Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
    I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
    I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex)
    I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga (ooh, ex)
    Ex-nigga(ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
    Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
    Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex
    Ain’t your ex, ain’t your ex (I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga)
    I ain’t your ex nigga
    Ain’t your ex

    [Outro: Eric Bellinger]
    Ooh, yeah, Mila, Mila, Mila
    Shoutout Tink
    She did her thing
    And you know me (It’s Eazy)
    It’s all Easy
    It’s too easy, way too easy
    And I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga
    It’s all Easy
    It’s too easy, way too easy
    So take my number, that’s a Eazy Call
    Haven’t seen you in a while


  • ASAP Ferg – Kristi YamaGucci lyrics

    Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
    Damn baby, I been smoking
    Been choking and its so potent baby, we high baby
    And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
    You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
    Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
    And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
    And choke them even harder
    ‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s f*cking [??], these are puppies baby
    They can’t f*ck with you baby, lord

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
    Racks on racks on racks
    Dapper Dan all on my back
    Double G all on my cap
    Monogram on a Maybach
    Testing that n*gger like Pap (smear)
    Eating that bitch from the back (yeah)
    Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)
    Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
    I’m ’bout to write here me a letter
    Tell ’em I’m doing way better
    “Plain Jane” the song of the year
    I’m busy just chasing the lettuce
    I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards
    I did a campaign with the fellas
    Adidas done gave me another deal
    And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
    Shoot videos in the PJ’s
    Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
    They sending me all these free clothes
    Momma just put it on eBay
    I run the sh*t like a relay
    Niggas gon’ have to press replay
    Yammy say hi to my daddy for me
    And Jam Master Jay for TJ

    [Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
    Goddamn, nigga
    When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
    ‘Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci
    God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
    ‘Cause you just all over the f*ckin’ world with this sh*t, baby
    Niggas cannot touch you

    [Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
    Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
    You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
    Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
    Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
    Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
    Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
    Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
    Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
    When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
    From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
    See you flagging and they packin’ what you lackin’
    Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
    Amnesia got rid of the heater
    Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
    I follow the light while you follow the leader
    Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

    [Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
    Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
    Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby
    This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the f*ck
    Nigga, you gotta step it up
    You need to get you a trap phone
    You need to get one of these f*ckin’ Motorola’s
    Niggas can’t even track us, baby

    [Verse 3: IDK]
    Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
    Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tying up to punks
    Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
    I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
    And I ain’t talking groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
    I’m talking niggas, I ain’t talking nada
    They ain’t talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better
    Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
    Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
    Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
    Pull up to the place, f*cked her when we met up
    Yeah, I’m getting buzz, but I never let up
    I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
    I’m playing chess, you stuck on checkers
    That’s why your gang can never check us
    They take your chain, and now you neck-less
    Check up, check up, check up, check up
    I got a check on my watch (wait)
    I’m losing track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)


  • ZumBee – Funday Onna Sunday

    [Intro]
    I don’t understand man
    All these oldheads feeling like they
    You know, just too old to have fun man
    If you ain’t having fun, then why you doing it?
    (You not too old to have fun)

    [Chorus]
    I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
    I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
    No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
    Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
    Whoa, I just came to have fun
    Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
    Whoa, I just came to have fun
    Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

    [Verse 1]
    Let’s have a fun day
    Monday through Sunday
    Don’t want no gunplay
    So watch what you say
    And you gets no play
    Like Bobby Boucher
    Three bitches with me
    Uno, dos, tres
    Got three pretty girls with me and they tryna have fun
    I only want you for one night so you can leave when I’m done
    Heard your boyfriend got a frown, ’cause you swallowed all my sons
    He might as well put it down, it ain’t no bullets in his gun
    It ain’t no bullets in your gun and tell me why the fuck you on it
    Fourth batter in the lineup, well bitch my bases loaded
    Old bread stashed away for rainy days, it’s probably molded
    School nigga turned street, when you got caught I know you folded

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Stop all that flexin’
    Blue cheese, salad dressing
    Sloppy top, yeah it was messy
    With ease, ain’t it a blessing

    [Chorus]
    I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
    I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
    No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
    Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
    Whoa, I just came to have fun
    Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
    Whoa, I just came to have fun
    Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

    [Verse 2]
    I can (yes), and you can’t (hah)
    Big racks (bands), in my bank (cash)
    Trash can (ooh), ooh he stank (psh)
    He mad (mad) ’cause he can’t (can’t)
    He tried to swim with a shark, he gon’ fuck around and drown
    I heard they hate you when you up but they gon’ love you when you down
    These niggas really ain’t your partners, can’t name one that’s really down
    It’s only bosses in my circle, ain’t got time to sit around
    We got bananas for you monkeys like we played in Jumanji
    My favorite color green ’cause I’m in love with the money
    Tryna add to the pot like the bees do the honey
    Ate my plate, I need seconds, need it all in my tummy

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Whoa, they say they closed
    Not for me, open them doors
    Add cheese on number four
    Wish you was me, I know, I know

    [Chorus]
    I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
    I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
    No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
    Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
    Whoa, I just came to have fun
    Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
    Whoa, I just came to have fun
    Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

    [Verse 3]
    Tried to bring some people with me on this journey, they didn’t listen
    Now my bases loaded full, I’m Michael J, he Scottie Pippen
    Bitch we up, please check the score
    When we was down man y’all was distant
    My first hit was slept on, Banana Peels, I’m never slippin’
    We can all have fun, Lil Boat to Budden Joe
    So let’s all jump around until we reach another mode
    Got a little taste of money but I swear I need some more
    I’m a fiend for that paper sort of like I’m Curtis Snow
    When the cows go moo and the sheep make a sound
    Shiny goes boo, pretty ladies skip around
    When the clock strikes two all the panties hit the ground
    Bases Loaded be the crew, and bitch it’s ZumBee at the mound

    [Chorus]
    I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
    I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
    No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
    Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
    Whoa, I just came to have fun
    Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
    Whoa, I just came to have fun
    Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

    [Outro]
    I can, and you can’t
    I can, and you can’t
    I can, and you can’t
    I can, and you can’t
    I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
    No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway


  • Migos – Superstar

    (Intro)
    “Honorable C.N.O.T.E”
    Yeah, yeah
    “Buddha Bless this beat”

    (chorus)
    Yeah, yeah “yeah”
    Yeah, yeah “yeah”
    Yeah, yeah “yeah”
    Yeah, yeah “yeah”
    Superstars, superstars, superstars out
    Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
    Swang doors now (skrrt), f**k on h**s now “smash”
    Tats and golds “tats”, rock the shows, uh
    Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
    For the team, uh (woo)
    Now she wet, don’t ski “splash!”
    Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her “delete it!”
    Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers “uh”

    (Verse 1)
    Pockets lettuce, uh
    B*tch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
    You got that swag (Drip!)
    You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
    Free my n*gg*s, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
    Saw my teacher, I was the same student failin’
    Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement
    I’m out my element, out my, out my element (woo!)
    My n*gg*s the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
    Bought the gang, all brand new chains (ice ice)
    Swerve the lane, call the group “the gang” (gang, gang)
    Whip that thing, then she give me br**n (ooh, yeah)
    Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the t**l**s out (try and do it)
    N*gg*s don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they c**chies out
    It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
    Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
    We gon’ make ’em eat that d*pe until we glow (eat it up, eat it up)
    Rich n*gg*s straight to the top floor (top)
    On more PJ’s than Pablo
    Wrist like water go to Cabo
    Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
    Your money too small, micro (woo)
    Huncho on the call, gotta reload (reload)

    (Chorus 2)
    Yeah, yeah “yeah”
    Yeah, yeah “yeah”
    Yeah, yeah “yeah”
    Yeah, yeah
    Superstars, superstars, superstars out
    Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
    Swang doors now (skrrt), f*ck on h**s now (smash)
    Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
    Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
    For the team, uh (woo)
    Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
    Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her (delete it!)
    Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
    Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her (delete it!)
    Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

    (Verse 2)
    Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
    So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
    Freeze to death (freeze), had to freeze the lane (freeze)
    Camera phone, Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
    Turn your lights off, n*gg*, we’ve been on (been on)
    Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
    Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
    I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
    I put my heart inside this sh*t ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
    I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
    Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
    What’s a leg? We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (reload)

    (Chorus 2)

    (Verse 3)
    Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Offset!
    Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
    Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
    The bricks get deported out (deported)
    N*gg*s grouped out for a shout
    Marvin the Martian (Martian)
    I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
    Precede with caution (caution), Skeleton AP is frosted
    I sit back and read the offense (read)
    My h*e is addicted to faucets (woo)
    Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel)
    Stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
    Hey, private jet, yeah, Thotty wanna f**k the same s*x, yeah
    Diamond mil’ mil’, yeah, I’ma keep the b*tch on welfare (woo, woo)
    The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
    Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
    Geeked on Mars, gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
    Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)

    (Chorus 2)

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  • Meek Mill – Fall Thru

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    Sad to say it but I love you
    Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

    [Chorus]
    Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
    That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
    We was in Miami, first time I saw you
    I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
    It was late nights, late nights in the bando
    Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
    And you keep it hood so you really understand though
    You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

    [Verse 1]
    Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
    She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
    Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
    Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
    Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
    1942 shots turn you to a monster
    Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
    Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
    I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
    Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
    When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
    But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

    [Chorus]
    You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
    That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
    We was in Miami, first time I saw you
    I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
    It was late nights, late nights in the bando
    Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
    And you keep it hood so you really understand though
    You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

    [Verse 2]
    I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
    Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
    You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
    When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
    Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
    If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
    Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
    We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
    I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
    Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
    I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
    So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

    [Chorus]
    You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
    That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
    We was in Miami, first time I saw you
    I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
    It was late nights, late nights in the bando
    Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
    And you keep it hood so you really understand though
    You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

    [Bridge]
    Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
    I’m an original don dada, though
    Knock them all down like dominoes
    Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
    Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
    She just wanna shine, whoa
    And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

    [Chorus]
    You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
    That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
    We was in Miami, first time I saw you
    I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
    It was late nights, late nights in the bando
    Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
    And you keep it hood so you really understand though
    You was there through my ups and downs like a camel


  • Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

    [Chorus]
    She know she bad, I got that bag
    Foreign with 230 on the dash
    I could count cash fast
    Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
    Roll up gelato, three grams
    Stuffing my pocket with bands
    She cute, she having a hand
    I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
    Ice on my neck, goddamn
    I got bitches popping up like spam
    Send my money, give her twenty two grams
    Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
    She got a fat ass, goddamn
    I got supreme on my Vans
    Gucci bag, fill it with bands
    Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
    I, I got the cookies, baking
    I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
    Foreign, she half-Asian
    Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
    Dirty AK with my shell cases
    None of my bitches is basic
    On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Everything I wear is rare
    Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
    Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
    Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
    Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
    Outfit, it come out next year
    I’m drinking lean, not no beer
    Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
    Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
    Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
    Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
    I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
    These niggas falling off the map like Sears
    I got these haters mad, they in tears
    My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

    [Chorus]
    She know she bad, I got that bag
    Foreign with 230 on the dash
    I could count cash fast
    Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
    Roll up gelato, three grams
    Stuffing my pocket with bands
    She cute, she having a hand
    I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
    Ice on my neck, goddamn
    I got bitches popping up like spam
    Send my money, give her twenty two grams
    Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
    She got a fat ass, goddamn
    I got supreme on my Vans
    Gucci bag, fill it with bands
    Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
    Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
    Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
    I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
    Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
    Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
    All of my bitches, they too sexy
    1017 chain, cop a fezzy
    Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
    I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
    Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
    Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
    Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
    Gucci bag with the .38 special
    I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
    I spread like the old man that you piss
    Ooh, I make her give me the neck
    Call me PJ like a private jet
    Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
    I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
    I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
    I bust that seal on that Hitech
    Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
    She want shit bad, but I got the check

    [Chorus]
    She know she bad, I got that bag
    Foreign with 230 on the dash
    I could count cash fast
    Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
    Roll up gelato, three grams
    Stuffing my pocket with bands
    She cute, she having a hand
    I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
    Ice on my neck, goddamn
    I got bitches popping up like spam
    Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
    Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
    She got a fat ass, goddamn
    I got Supreme on my Vans
    Gucci bag, fill it with bands
    Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah


(Intro – Sledgren, Prezident Jeff & Wiz Khalifa)
Sledgren
PJ
Oh, you think you get all the girls
Think you’re so cute

(Verse – Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, sometimes I just wanna get high
Not pick up my phone
Not be concerned with the bulls**t that’s going on
Get my paper long
Stack it all up with my bad bi**h, who could clear the bong
Maybe hit the booth and make a song
Make sure my money hit the roof before I’m gone
One touch, the roof is in the trunk
No blunts, I’m only rolling papers when I puff
The sky’s the limit
It’s time to get it
Multiplying them digits
While supplying that real s**t
Don’t get dismissed
Lil ni**a, hit this

(Chorus – Wiz Khalifa)
Still do what I want
You do what you can
That’s why I ride around
Feeling like the man
If you feel the same
Then you understand
They get mad but I still do what I want
Still do what I want
You do what you can
That’s why I ride around
Feeling like the man
If you feel the same
Then you understand
They get mad but I still do what I want

(Outro)
Oh, non smokers, please leave the flight
Those not in possession of bomb weed
Are in violation of code 420
And will be removed immediately
Non compliance with the rules is not accepted
And violators will be punished
Thank you ni**as