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  • blackbear – BURNT AF Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Oh, burnt
    So burnt
    Burnt as fuck

    [Verse 1]
    I woke up at 7 AM to The Mars Volta
    The songs you be playing remind me we’ve grown older
    Sick with a kid in your belly, I drank soda
    With Maker’s and ice, let you cry on my shoulder
    You blame me for everything, you got the best of me
    I almost died and I’ll give you the recipe
    I almost died on the day that you showed up

    [Pre-Chorus]
    You culture, culture, culture vulture
    Still got my Gucci hoodie, what up?

    [Chorus]
    We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other
    We only hurt each other
    We belong to other lovers, I don’t know why I even tried
    We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other
    Why we go and choose each other?
    We belong to other lovers, I don’t know why I even tried
    Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck
    Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck
    Burnt as fuck, burnt as fuck

    [Verse 2]
    I woke up at 7 PM in a mansion
    Next to a girl I thought I just danced with
    Guess the maids let me sleep
    Call an Uber, change my sheets
    Made me move back to suite 23 at the chateau
    I’m off for the rest of the spring, maybe check back to rehab
    We’ll see
    I’m turning into someone who surely ain’t me
    Look in the mirror like, “Who could that be?”
    And I blame a lot on you
    Your name even rhyme, but it ain’t that deep

    [Pre-Chorus]
    You’re just a culture, culture, culture vulture
    Still got my Gucci hoodie, what up?

    [Chorus]
    We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other
    We only hurt each other
    We belong to other lovers, I don’t know why I even tried
    We belong to other lovers so we gonna hurt each other
    Why we go and choose each other?
    We belong to other lovers, I don’t know why I even tried


  • EARTHGANG – PRADA U Lyrics

    [Intro: Johnny Venus]
    From the heart, from the heart this time
    All of these dreams that you don’t need true
    All of these things you don’t give too
    Call on me, I’ll carry you
    There ain’t no thing I wouldn’t do
    Lions, tigers, bears and all of these [?]
    They could never come between me and you

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you (Oh!)
    You, you, you, you, you baby
    You, you, you, you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you (Oh!)
    You, you, you, you, you baby
    You, you, you, you

    [Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
    I know half of most don’t see ya
    Couldn’t believe it when you told ’em you was leaving yeah
    When you put them Cinderella’s on your feet, yeah
    When you shot it, kinda hard to be discreet, yeah
    I’m gon’ put you on vacation, get some leisure
    I’m gon’ do whatever it take baby to please ya
    I been through the dirt, I been through the thick
    And I held my heart but you never be beating
    Check don’t need when I aim when I need that
    Held me tight when the game on tweak yeah
    Hard times though you make it look easy, easy
    Heartache though you make it look easy, easy

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    Heartache though you make it look easy, easy
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    Heartache though you make it look easy, easy
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    We having designer sex, crawling on top of me
    While I keep my timing yeah everything beating
    Help you get your body breeze, conspiracy, yeah
    Drip from my head to my sock and I’m whipping a new machine
    I got the percocets, I got the guap
    And I got me a cool nervous thing
    She went to whipping it
    Had to tell her “Lil baby I’m proud of you”
    Flex your bank account without a salary
    In this bank and this lettuce and radish due
    Ima keep it clean in case I see you
    She said “Babe, tell me how you missing but you never ride by
    I got all little girlfriends” that is really cool
    And I can tell you all the time

    [Bridge 2: Young Thug]
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Aye!)
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you (Whoo!)
    You, you, you, you
    Say, you, you, you, you
    I’m proud of you, aye

    [Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
    She put the Energizer batteries in my bank
    I can eat PM brownish
    Tell her how I feel, just like Harriet Tubman
    Take me to feed ’em like Harriet Tubman
    Pray for me even though I don’t deserve it
    Get off your knees and bend over and bust it
    We nobody, get the poser, not business
    TV’s made it easier to have a discussion
    Wow, wow, I’m so fucking proud
    Keep taking backshots like that
    Fuck around, give your ass a child
    You are a keychain of colors
    On me fireworks she fucking wild
    I can see it now, I believe first
    No bandwagon, no T-Shirt
    Know you’re going like a fucking meteor
    Did you bring a friend? I ain’t see her
    Tell her digitally tryna keep her
    Proud of you, I study you, I do the research baby

    [Outro: Young Thug]
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you (Yeah!)
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you (Oh!)
    You, you, you, you, you baby
    You, you, you, you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you, I’m proud of you
    I’m proud of you


  • Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

    [Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    We the Best Music!
    You gotta feel that beat
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    Another one
    I wanna rock with you
    DJ Khaled!

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    I’ve been looking for a BM
    ‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
    Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
    And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
    I need a one, two, three-some
    I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
    Feel that beat (that beat), baby
    Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

    [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
    ‘Cause I want a fatty on me
    ‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
    Don’t mind, take your time on me
    Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
    Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
    I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
    So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    And my pad on the East Side, B side
    Now you down like a beach towel
    I, want the breakfast in bed
    Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
    Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
    And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
    We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

    [Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
    I need a fatty on me
    I keep a Magnum on me
    Don’t pack 24 karats
    Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
    Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
    And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
    ‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Bridge: Chris Brown]
    Good morning, my moses
    French toast and French kiss is what I want
    Yeah, Folgers, stay over
    Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
    You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
    Up in that bag, already packed
    Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
    Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
    My house, place, place

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Outro: Michael Jackson]
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    Share that beat of love
    I wanna rock with you


  • LiL PEEP – Avoid lyrics

    [Verse 1: WICCA PHASE SPRINGS ETERNAL & DØVES]
    You’ll only see us in the back
    GothBoiClique, all black
    I knew love once, it’s hard to forget
    I thought of you and nights spent
    When I’m backed against the wall
    I thought of her and highly
    ‘Cause she answered when I called
    I want her to wanna hurt me
    And I miss 2013 love songs
    And I’m so lost, under club lights
    In the all black, GothBoiClique

    [Chorus: Lil Peep]
    GothBoi, I’m the one you can’t avoid
    No choice, baby, I be makin’ noise
    GothBoi, I’m the one you can’t avoid
    No choice, no choice
    Lookin’ for you in the back of the club
    Lookin’ for her in the back of the club, fucked up
    Everybody know I numb it with the drugs
    Everybody know I numb it with the drugs

    [Verse 2: WICCA PHASE SPRINGS ETERNAL & DØVES]
    Fucked up in the back of the club
    Cast a sigil in the back of the club
    I got scars on me, no love
    Light a candle and I pray for Døves
    And you’re fadin’ away, like the pill under my tongue
    We seriously never even touched, it sucks
    I’ma put your name in my skin, mix the ink in my blood
    It’s so fucked
    So tell me what is love
    If I ever had it, if I ever had it
    Did I really want it?
    And why can’t I remember?
    I cannot remember
    I took the black two-seater when you pushed me away
    Into the dark, I only want what’s best for you, baby
    I reach out to you, but slowly
    If there’s passion there, then show me
    Fast, hard
    It’s a slow drug
    And I swear that
    But it’s true love
    These are true lines

    [Verse 3: DØVES]
    Saw you in the back of the club again
    And we just started textin’ again
    And now you sendin’ pictures to my phone, like I just can’t resist
    I’m tryin’ not to let you feel missed (tryin’ so hard)
    And now we’re in the bar, like 6 PM
    And now we took a bottle to your bed
    Listenin’ to Slowdive, eyes like so-so red
    And I can’t stop starin’ at the back of your neck
    And you think you can make me love again
    I swear that I will never feel a thing
    Hollow shell, quiet hell, but you’re so into me
    Screamin’, “Why don’t you love me back?!”
    ‘Cause it’s GothBoiClique, ’til my lungs collapse

    [Chorus: Lil Peep]
    GothBoi, I’m the one you can’t avoid
    No choice, baby, I be makin’ noise
    GothBoi, I’m the one you can’t avoid
    No choice, no choice
    Lookin’ for you in the back of the club
    Lookin’ for her in the back of the club, fucked up
    Everybody know I numb it with the drugs
    Everybody know I numb it with the drugs


  • SZA – Broken Clocks

    [Verse 1]
    Run fast from my day job
    Runnin’ fast from the way it was
    Jump quick to a pay check
    Runnin’ back to the strip club
    I’m never going back, never going back
    No you can’t make me
    Never going back, never going back (nah)
    They never take me (yeah)
    I’ve paid enough of petty dues
    I’ve had enough of shitty news
    I’ve had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
    Love dirty men alike

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ooh
    Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin’ up)
    Ooh oh
    I just take it day by day
    Ooh oh oh
    Never hearing what they say
    Ooh ooh
    I just do it my way

    [Chorus]
    All I got is these broken clocks
    I ain’t got no time
    Just burning daylight
    Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
    It’s still love, still love (still lovin’), still love
    It’s still love but it’s still love
    Nothin’ but love for you (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love

    [Post-Chorus]
    All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
    Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
    Think I’ve forgot, you love me
    You love me
    You love me

    [Verse 2]
    Got a shift at 10 AM
    Gotta dip at 10 PM
    Gotta get that cash
    Won’t get past the lunch break
    I ain’t had a smoke break
    In about two days don’t break
    Been about three years since I dated you
    Why you still talking ’bout me like we together?
    I moved on for the better
    You moved on to whoever
    I was down for whatever and then some
    You gon’ make me late to work again

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ooh
    Better day than yesterday
    Ooh oh
    I just take it day by day
    Ooh oh oh
    Never hearing what they say
    Ooh ooh
    I just do it my way (just do it)

    [Chorus]
    All I got is these broken clocks
    I ain’t got no time
    Just burning daylight
    Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
    It’s still love, still love, still love (still lovin’)
    It’s still love but it’s still love (still lovin’)
    Nothin’ but love for you
    Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love

    [Bridge]
    I don’t eat, can’t sleep past 9 AM
    Heartbeat make me feel young again (like a snail, like a)
    Can’t beat em just join the party (come and join the party)
    I don’t wanna, don’t need nobody

    [Post-Chorus]
    All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
    Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
    Think I’ve forgot, you love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me


  • SZA – Broken Clocks (At Grammy Awards 2018) (Live)

    [Verse 1]
    Run fast from my day job
    Runnin’ fast from the way it was
    Jump quick to a pay check
    Runnin’ back to the strip club
    I’m never going back, never going back
    No you can’t make me
    Never going back, never going back (nah)
    They never take me (yeah)
    I’ve paid enough of petty dues
    I’ve had enough of shitty news
    I’ve had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
    Love dirty men alike

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ooh
    Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin’ up)
    Ooh oh
    I just take it day by day
    Ooh oh oh
    Never hearing what they say
    Ooh ooh
    I just do it my way

    [Chorus]
    All I got is these broken clocks
    I ain’t got no time
    Just burning daylight
    Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
    It’s still love, still love (still lovin’), still love
    It’s still love but it’s still love
    Nothin’ but love for you (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love

    [Post-Chorus]
    All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
    Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
    Think I’ve forgot, you love me
    You love me
    You love me

    [Verse 2]
    Got a shift at 10 AM
    Gotta dip at 10 PM
    Gotta get that cash
    Won’t get past the lunch break
    I ain’t had a smoke break
    In about two days don’t break
    Been about three years since I dated you
    Why you still talking ’bout me like we together?
    I moved on for the better
    You moved on to whoever
    I was down for whatever and then some
    You gon’ make me late to work again

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ooh
    Better day than yesterday
    Ooh oh
    I just take it day by day
    Ooh oh oh
    Never hearing what they say
    Ooh ooh
    I just do it my way (just do it)

    [Chorus]
    All I got is these broken clocks
    I ain’t got no time
    Just burning daylight
    Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
    It’s still love, still love, still love (still lovin’)
    It’s still love but it’s still love (still lovin’)
    Nothin’ but love for you
    Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love

    [Bridge]
    I don’t eat, can’t sleep past 9 AM
    Heartbeat make me feel young again (like a snail, like a)
    Can’t beat em just join the party (come and join the party)
    I don’t wanna, don’t need nobody

    [Post-Chorus]
    All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
    Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
    Think I’ve forgot, you love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me


  • SZA – Broken Clocks (Ctrl Album)

    [Verse 1]
    Run fast from my day job
    Runnin’ fast from the way it was
    Jump quick to a pay check
    Runnin’ back to the strip club
    I’m never going back, never going back
    No you can’t make me
    Never going back, never going back (nah)
    They never take me (yeah)
    I’ve paid enough of petty dues
    I’ve had enough of shitty news
    I’ve had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
    Love dirty men alike

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ooh
    Better day than yesterday (keep cuttin’ up)
    Ooh oh
    I just take it day by day
    Ooh oh oh
    Never hearing what they say
    Ooh ooh
    I just do it my way

    [Chorus]
    All I got is these broken clocks
    I ain’t got no time
    Just burning daylight
    Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
    It’s still love, still love (still lovin’), still love
    It’s still love but it’s still love
    Nothin’ but love for you (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love

    [Post-Chorus]
    All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
    Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
    Think I’ve forgot, you love me
    You love me
    You love me

    [Verse 2]
    Got a shift at 10 AM
    Gotta dip at 10 PM
    Gotta get that cash
    Won’t get past the lunch break
    I ain’t had a smoke break
    In about two days don’t break
    Been about three years since I dated you
    Why you still talking ’bout me like we together?
    I moved on for the better
    You moved on to whoever
    I was down for whatever and then some
    You gon’ make me late to work again

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ooh
    Better day than yesterday
    Ooh oh
    I just take it day by day
    Ooh oh oh
    Never hearing what they say
    Ooh ooh
    I just do it my way (just do it)

    [Chorus]
    All I got is these broken clocks
    I ain’t got no time
    Just burning daylight
    Still love and it’s still love, and it’s still love
    It’s still love, still love, still love (still lovin’)
    It’s still love but it’s still love (still lovin’)
    Nothin’ but love for you
    Nothin’ but love (nothin’ but)
    Nothin’ but love

    [Bridge]
    I don’t eat, can’t sleep past 9 AM
    Heartbeat make me feel young again (like a snail, like a)
    Can’t beat em just join the party (come and join the party)
    I don’t wanna, don’t need nobody

    [Post-Chorus]
    All that I’ve got, pieces and pages
    Talking a lot, sorry I’m faded
    Think I’ve forgot, you love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me


  • SZA – Broken Clocks lyrics

    Run fast from my day job
    Running fast from the way it was
    Jump quick to a pay check
    Running back to the strip club
    I’m never going back, never going back
    No you can’t make me
    Never going back, never going back
    They never take me
    I’ve paid enough of petty dues
    I’ve had enough of shitty news
    I’ve had a thing for dirty shoes since I was 10
    Love dirty men alike

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ohhhh
    Better day than yesterday
    Ohhhh
    I just take it day by day
    Ohhhh
    Never hearing what they say
    Ohhhhh
    I just do it my way

    [Chorus]
    All I got is these broken clocks
    I ain’t got no time
    Just burning daylight
    Still up still up
    Its still love its
    Still love still love still loving still love
    Nothing but love for you
    Nothing but love
    Nothing but love

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    [Post-Chorus]
    All that I’ve got
    Pieces and pages
    Talking a lot
    Sorry I’m faded
    Think I forgot
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me

    [Verse 2]
    Got a shift at 10 AM
    Got a dip at 10 PM
    Gotta get that cash
    Won’t get past the lunch break
    I ain’t had a smoke break
    In about two days [?]
    Been about three years since I dated you
    Why you still talking bout me like we together?
    I moved on for the better
    You moved on to the weather
    I was down for whatever
    And then some
    You got make me late to work again

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Ohhhhh
    Better day than yesterday
    Ohhhh
    I just take it day by day
    Ohhhh
    Never hearing what they say
    Ohhhhh
    I just do it my way

    [Chorus]
    All I got is these broken clocks
    I ain’t got no time
    Just burning daylight
    Still up still up
    Its still love its still love
    Still love still love still loving still love
    Nothing but love for you
    Nothing but love
    Nothing but love

    [Bridge]
    I don’t eat can’t sleep past 9 AM
    Heartbeat makes me feel young again
    Can’t beat em just join the party
    I dont wanna don’t need nobody

    [Post-Chorus]
    All that I’ve got
    Pieces and pages
    Talking a lot
    Sorry I’m faded
    Think I forgot
    You love me
    You love me
    You love me


  • 100 shots – Young Dolph lyrics

    Lyrics Young Dolph – 100 shots

    Yeah, it’s Dolph
    Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice
    And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah
    It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
    I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sittin’ outside the cornerstore
    Six figure client, got no business in this area.(100 shots)

    If it ain’t one thing, it’s a motherf*ckin’ ‘nother
    We trapped together than that’s my motherf*ckin’ brother
    I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her
    She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle
    I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber
    I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers
    Nobu in Malibu was my last supper
    I f*cked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker
    Everybody screamin’ gang gang gang
    Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang
    She said can she f*ck me with my diamond chains?
    If I ain’t in the bank, then I’m on the plane
    ‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money
    They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me
    They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
    Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
    Young nigga stay focused versuri-lyrics.info
    But I really want to crash
    Think about where you at
    Then think about your past
    Yeah, I really came from s**t
    But I won’t change for s**t
    My b*tch say I’m stuck in my ways
    My wrist say I been getting paiddd.

    A hundred shots, a hundred shots
    Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt)
    My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey)
    Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah).

    She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
    I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
    Your b*tch ate my d*ck, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
    My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
    Foreigns all in the garage
    Remember my first menage (yeah)
    Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
    I’m shoppin’ for diamonds at Tiffany’s (Tiffany’s)
    No, I don’t got no sympathy (nah)
    She blew my whistle like a referee (wet)
    Broke black nigga, remember me? (Hey)
    Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)
    Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
    Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
    Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)
    Backseat, smokin’ good weed (gelato).

    A 100 shots, a hundred shots
    How the f*ck you miss a whole hundred shots?

    You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop (ayy, get out, bro)
    Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door)
    They been waitin’ on this gangster s**t to drop (bulletproof)
    Even them f*ck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
    How many d*cks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
    Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin’ (yeah, yeah)
    My niggas came from dealin’ (ayy)
    f*ck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
    Your b*tch gave me sexual healin’ (woo)
    Guess who just walked in the buildin’? (It’s Dolph)
    Came out with six b*tches (wet)
    My uncle said that’s pimpin’
    My diamonds always hittin’ (uh)
    You lookin’ for your b*tch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’ (nah)
    I told you f*ck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen (stupid a*s niggas, yeah)
    Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
    And we put extensions in all of the Glocks.

    A 100 shots, a 100 shots
    How the f*ck you miss a whole hundred shots?
    Yeah, it’s Dolph
    How the f*ck you miss a whole hundred shotsss?
    Young Dolph lyrics
    Video shots


  • Young Dolph – 100 Shots (Bulletproof Album)

    [Intro]
    Yeah, it’s Dolph
    Hey, bring me some Backwoods up outta there, homie and a cup of ice
    And some rubber bands up outta there too, homie, yeah
    It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
    I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sittin’ outside the cornerstore
    Six figure client, got no business in this area

    [Verse 1]
    If it ain’t one thing, it’s a motherfuckin’ ‘nother (goddamn)
    We trapped together than that’s my motherfuckin’ brother (that’s my dog)
    I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her (hey, what you need, lil’ mama?)
    She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle (ayy, you ready?)
    I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt)
    I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers (for real though)
    Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin’ good)
    I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker (haha, yeah)
    Everybody screamin’ gang gang gang (gang)
    Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang (gang)
    She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains?
    If I ain’t in the bank, then I’m on the plane (yeah, hey)
    ‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (yeah)
    They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me (Franklins)
    They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
    Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey
    Young nigga stay focused (yeah)
    But I really want to crash (damn)
    Think about where you at (okay)
    Then think about your past (alright)
    Yeah, I really came from shit (yeah)
    But I won’t change for shit (nah)
    My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways (yeah)
    My wrist say I been getting paid (yeah)

    [Chorus]
    A hundred shots, a hundred shots
    Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt)
    My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey)
    Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow)
    I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo)
    Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax)
    My pinky ring extra large (yeah)
    Foreigns all in the garage
    Remember my first menage (yeah)
    Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup)
    I’m shoppin’ for diamonds at Tiffany’s (Tiffany’s)
    No, I don’t got no sympathy (nah)
    She blew my whistle like a referee (wet)
    Broke black nigga, remember me? (Hey)
    Until I found out that recipe (yeah, woo)
    Started getting about ten a week (yeah)
    Finger on the trigger when I sleep (yup)
    Yeah, nigga, I rather you than me (yeah)
    Backseat, smokin’ good weed (gelato)

    [Chorus]
    A hundred shots, a hundred shots
    How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

    [Verse 3]
    You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop (ayy, get out, bro)
    Before you come through that back door you better knock (ayy, get the door)
    They been waitin’ on this gangster shit to drop (bulletproof)
    Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped (hey, hey)
    How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? (Hahaha)
    Self made millionaire, oh what a feelin’ (yeah, yeah)
    My niggas came from dealin’ (ayy)
    Fuck nigga get out your feelings (ayy)
    Your bitch gave me sexual healin’ (woo)
    Guess who just walked in the buildin’? (It’s Dolph)
    Came out with six bitches (wet)
    My uncle said that’s pimpin’
    My diamonds always hittin’ (uh)
    You lookin’ for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’ (nah)
    I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen (stupid ass niggas, yeah)
    Big rocks, in my watch (hey, hey, in my watch)
    And we put extensions in all of the Glocks (haha)

    [Chorus]
    A hundred shots, a hundred shots
    How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
    Yeah, it’s Dolph
    How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?


  • Young Dolph – 100 Shots Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    It’s Dolph
    Hey bring me some Backwoods up outta there homie, and a cup of ice
    And some rubber bands up outta there too homie, yeah
    It’s 3 PM, 80 degrees outside
    I’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sitting outside the cornerstore
    Six figure client got no business in this area

    [Verse 1]
    If it ain’t one thing it’s a motherfuckin’ ‘nother
    We trapped together than that’s my motherfuckin’ brother
    I pay her bills and buy her designer but I don’t love her
    She just play her part when it’s time to smuggle
    I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber
    I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers
    Nobu in Malibu was my last supper
    I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker
    Everybody screaming gang gang gang
    Them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang
    She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains
    If I ain’t in the bank then I’m on the plane
    ‘Bout to go get some money or go spend some money
    They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me
    They don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
    Them pussies smile in your face, then they pray for you to fall
    Young nigga stay focused
    But I really want to crash
    Think about where you at
    Then think about your past
    Yeah I really came from shit
    But I won’t change for shit
    My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways
    My wrist say I been getting paid

    [Refrain]
    A hundred shots, a hundred shots
    Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops
    My role model used to get a hundred blocks
    Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob

    [Verse 2]
    She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars
    I got so high last night I did a show on Mars
    Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars
    My pinky ring extra large
    Foreigns all in the garage, remember my first menage
    Yeah, Tori and Brittany
    I’m shopping for diamonds at Tiffany’s
    No, I don’t got no sympathy
    She blew my whistle like a referee
    Broke black nigga, remember me?
    Until I found out that recipe
    Started getting about ten a week
    Finger on the trigger when I sleep
    Yeah nigga, I rather you than me
    Backseat, smoking good weed

    [Refrain]
    A hundred shots, a hundred shots
    How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?

    [Verse 3]
    You not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop
    Before you come through that back door you better knock
    They been waiting on this gangster shit to drop
    Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped
    How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million?
    Self made millionaire, oh what a feeling
    My niggas came from dealing
    Fuck nigga get out your feelings
    Your bitch gave me sexual healing
    Guess who just walked in the building?
    Came out with six bitches
    My uncle said that’s pimpin’
    My diamonds always hittin’
    You looking for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain’t missin’
    I told you fuck nigga stay out my way, but you didn’t listen
    Big rocks in my watch
    And we put extensions in all of the Glocks

    [Refrain]
    A hundred shots, a hundred shots
    How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
    Yeah, it’s Dolph
    How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?


  • Nines – Getting Money Now (One Foot Out Album)

    [Hook]
    We gettin’ money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They gon’ be horny when we see them
    They gon’ be horny when we see them
    We got money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    I got money now, now

    [Verse 1: Nines]
    Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
    Them man are still preppin’ D’s
    Come through with my neck on freeze
    I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
    Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
    I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
    If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
    But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
    Them rappers can’t keep up with me
    Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
    My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
    Anywhere I go then gang go
    Always wanted a penthouse
    Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

    [Hook]
    We gettin’ money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    We got money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They gon’ be horny when we see them
    They gon’ be horny when we see them

    [Verse 2: Nines]
    Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
    Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
    Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
    Now I’m on the rise
    BMT, most the city love me just for being me
    I went Africa, see niggas starve
    Felt bad comin’ home business class
    I make six figures every summer drought
    Way before rap, I had one foot out
    They don’t know how long I put ground work in
    Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
    Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
    Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
    Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
    Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

    [Bridge]
    We gon’ make it out the ends one day
    One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
    Look at where I come from
    Shit’s so real, real, real

    [Hook]
    We gettin’ money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    They’ll be horny when we see them


  • Pink Guy – I Will Get A Vasectomy (Pink Season Album)

    [Intro]
    I just wanna show my appreciation to how much I love kids and teens between the ages of twelve and seventeen

    [Verse 1]
    Why, are kids so fucking stupid?
    Did their parents not beat them hard enough-enough-enough?
    I try, to empathize with teens
    Because when I was younger I was stupid too-too-too (It’s true)
    But then I realized, that I was never this stupid
    My friends were never this stupid, y’all are just dense-dense-dense
    Like damn, I’m really, really concerned
    I wish your father would use that wooden spoon-spoon-spoon (Just fucking beat them already)

    I was being ironic man, what a fucking loser. Do you have-

    [Verse 2]
    Listen kids, being edgy is okay
    But the same ten jokes in a row, that’s not okay-okay-okay
    Like damn, is that all you can come up with?
    If you’re gonna be racist at least be original, please (Yeah, we’re dead serious)
    If you’re under seventeen, please don’t ever talk to me
    You think this is part of the act, but please don’t come near me

    [Outro]
    Dude, get a load of this guy! He’s never heard of irony before! What a fucking loser dude!
    Jimmy it’s past your bedtime
    Dad no
    It’s past your bedtime, get back to bed
    I was just being ironic
    I don’t care
    No dad please
    No, you’re being a piece of shit, take these spanks you little bitch
    Daddy please, daddy please
    Who do you think you are? who the fuck do you think you are? Talking to people on the internet like you’re some piece of shit, calling irony
    I was just being ironic
    Take these fucking spanks you dumbass kid. I should’ve never given birth to you, you piece of shit. Take that, I’m out of here son
    I was being ironic
    If I should even call you son
    Daddy, have you ever heard of irony before?

    I was just kidding, that crying was ironic, i wasn’t actually crying
    What the fuck did you just say? You want me to come back here? Huh?
    Nothing daddy
    That’s what I fucking thought, go back to bed, it’s nine PM


  • Justine Skye – Jezebel (8 Ounces Album)

    Oh Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
    Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

    Cause you all on my IG
    Talkin shit bout me
    All in my timeline
    Picture you
    Tryna out me

    Internet thuggin
    Avatar muggin
    Now you got me black bagging
    Got you on thought when I’m dragging, you

    Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
    Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

    We used to be friends
    Now you all in my DM
    From AM to PM
    I just delete them

    I heard you getting right now
    On tour with what’s-his-face
    No debate, you know the place
    Word’s getting round now
    You a player on the team, where all the boys go

    Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
    Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

    Show your face when you talk to me
    Show your face
    Show your face when you talk to me
    Show your face
    Show your face

    Show your face when you talk to me (Show your face)
    Show your face (Show your face)
    Show your face when you talk to me
    Show your face

    Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
    You’re the girl the guys (girl the guys) know so well
    Jezebel, don’t want to front you out but what the hell

    What the hell


  • Pink Guy – I Will Get A Vasectomy Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I just wanna show my appreciation to how much I love kids and teens between the ages of twelve and seventeen

    [Verse 1]
    Why, are kids so fucking stupid?
    Did their parents not beat them hard enough-enough-enough?
    I try, to empathize with teens
    Because when I was younger I was stupid too-too-too (It’s true)
    But then I realized, that I was never this stupid
    My friends were never this stupid, y’all are just dense-dense-dense
    Like damn, I’m really, really concerned
    I wish your father would use that wooden spoon-spoon-spoon (Just fucking beat them already)

    I was being ironic man, what a fucking loser. Do you have-

    [Verse 2]
    Listen kids, being edgy is okay
    But the same ten jokes in a row, that’s just not okay-okay-okay
    Like damn, is that all you can come up with?
    If you’re gonna be racist at least be original, please (Yeah, we’re dead serious)
    If you’re under seventeen, please don’t ever talk to me
    You think this is part of the act, but please don’t come near me

    [Outro]
    Dude, get a load of this guy! He’s never heard of irony before! What a fucking loser dude!
    Jimmy it’s past your bedtime
    Dad no
    It’s past your bedtime, get back to bed
    I was just being ironic
    I don’t care
    No dad please
    No, you’re being a piece of shit, take these spanks you little bitch
    Daddy please, daddy please
    Who do you think you are? who the fuck do you think you are? Talking to people on the internet like you’re some piece of shit, calling irony
    I was just being ironic
    Take these fucking spanks you dumbass kid. I should’ve never given birth to you, you piece of shit. Take that, I’m out of here son
    I was being ironic
    If I should even call you son
    Daddy, have you ever heard of irony before?

    I was just kidding, that crying was ironic, i wasn’t actually crying
    What the fuck did you just say? You want me to come back here? Huh?
    Nothing daddy
    That’s what I fucking thought, go back to bed, it’s nine PM


  • DJ SpinKing – This Big (feat. 50 Cent, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

    [Intro]
    DJ SpinKing
    Dolla $ign

    [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
    You only had a few niggas
    You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
    You ain’t got no kids
    You say you’ve never had a dick this big
    This big
    Said she never had a dick this big
    You ain’t got no kids
    And you never had a dick this big
    [Verse 1: Jeremih]
    Give ’em long dick, I need a deep throat
    Talking here while the heat throw
    Shooting at her face like a free throw
    Now girls want the freak show
    I got that make you cum out of your body
    Dick done got her 100 miles and running
    Dick up in her, fucking up her stomach
    Finger in her booty, I’ma thumb it
    I’m up at Luv’s and I’m straight cashin’
    When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
    She on whatever I’m on, ain’t ask it
    And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket

    [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
    You only had a few niggas
    You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
    You ain’t got no kids
    You say you’ve never had a dick this big
    This big
    Said she never had a dick this big
    You ain’t got no kids
    And you never had a dick this big

    [Verse 2: 50 Cent]
    Go ‘head ask about me, she gon’ say I’m the shit
    I pop pills and I fucked her, I bet she never forget
    I caught her fresh out the shower
    You know the pussy is power
    And Bryson Tiller went off, I’ve been in that pussy an hour
    Ay, these bitches fuck with me, wanna see ’em?
    They’ve been all in my DM, nigga AM through the PM
    Attract the bees with the honey
    Get the hoes with the money
    First the diamonds is blinking
    Then the bitch get to thinking
    I should fuck with a real nigga
    Come up with a real nigga
    Live it up with a real nigga
    Grind till the paper all straight
    Bag some up, sell some of the shit, weight, wait

    [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
    You only had a few niggas
    You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
    You ain’t got no kids
    You say you’ve never had a dick this big
    This big
    Said she never had a dick this big
    You ain’t got no kids
    And you never had a dick this big

    [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
    Girl take off them panties
    I’m a grown man, understand me
    Yeah, hit her with the long dick
    She take it to the throat like a bong rip
    Yeah, all the way down
    You keep coming like K rounds
    Ass up, face down
    Go deep in the bitch, make her say owww
    I be stroking
    You niggas jacking off with lotion (ugh)
    Niggas looking for a handout
    Your bitch on the floor getting maxed out
    Bam-bam-bow
    Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
    Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
    Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh

    [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
    You only had a few niggas
    You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
    You ain’t got no kids
    You say you’ve never had a dick this big
    This big
    Said she never had a dick this big
    You ain’t got no kids
    And you never had a dick this big

    [Outro: 50 Cent]
    Come on
    Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard
    Spin we up


  • Machine Gun Kelly & Mod Sun – Sublime letras

    [Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & MOD SUN]

    (MOD SUN)
    Man, Kellz, come ‘on, get off the bus, bro, lets go!
    (MGK)
    Bruhh, I’m tryin’ get chill and get high motherfucker

    (MOD SUN)
    Get high on the way bro! (laughs) You driving!

    (MGK)
    Ill catch ya’ll in a second

    [MGK] Mad good vibes in this building!
    [MOD SUN] Yea, that’s what’s up!

    [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
    (Aye!)
    I go to sleep in the morning, and wake up when I wanna
    I am my own employer, I be high off marijuana
    Shit I might start my day off at the crack of 6:00 PM
    And spend per diem on 24 hour breakfast, look
    8 plates, and you can’t have a taste
    Only bosses keep a bong inside they work place
    I just wanna eat some mushies in the Mercedes
    Trippin’ down Venice like a menace cause of earthquakes
    I need a dentist because I chipped all of my teeth on the tour
    Probably from all them nights of passing out on the floor
    Took some acid in Minneapolis, that was with Mod
    And got locked in the freezer I swear to God

    [Verse 2: MOD SUN]
    I go to sleep in the morning, and wake up when I wanna
    My name is MOD SUN (What?), and I’m a fuckin’ stoner
    What you doin’ with your life if you ain’t gettin’ high
    (what you doin’)
    I don’t buy from anybody, I am the supply (Bitch!)
    Hair longer than ya girl, but I am the guy (Bitch!)
    Smokin’ in the car, riding, bumpin’ “Do or Die” (Ah!)
    I’m so fuckin’ high (WHAT?!)
    Who the fuck am I? (Bitch you MOD SUN!)
    Oh that’s fuckin’ right!
    Man Kellz I told you, I said that’s fuckin’ right!

    [MGK]
    (laughs) Yea, aye MOD SUN, I got to come in too

    [Hook: Machine Gun Kelly]
    I be like, I be like
    If you smokin’ put them J’s in the sky, (Hands up!)
    Put those motherfuckin’ hands up high
    (Nah, fuck that) I be like
    If you smokin’ put them J’s in the sky, (Aye! Yeah, uh)
    Everybody in this bitch get high, (Yeah I like that)
    If you smokin’ with them J’s in the sky, (Whoa, Whoa!)
    Everybody in this bitch gettin’ high
    (I be like, I be like)
    Me and Mod be like
    If you smokin’ put them J’s in the sky
    Everybody in this bitch gettin’ high, (Aye Kellz [?])
    If you smokin’ with them J’s in the sky
    Me and MOD in this bitch gettin’ high (You hear this or what?)
    If you smokin’ with them J’s in the sky, (What?!)
    Me and MOD in this bitch gettin’ high (Aye, aye)
    (Man, bring that shit man!)
    (Uh, we be like) If you smokin’ with them J’s in the sky
    Me and MOD in this bitch gettin’ high (You out there or what?)
    If you smokin’ with them J’s in the sky
    Me and MOD in this bitch gettin’ high (Ah!)
    If you smokin’ with them J’s in the sky, (Aye, Aye)
    Me and MOD in this bitch gettin’ high (I be like, I be like)
    If you smokin’ with them J’s in the sky, (Aye, Aye)
    Me and MOD everyday gettin’ high (Ahh!)
    I be like, I be like x3
    (laughs)

    [Outro: Machine Gun Kelly & MOD SUN]
    Grouch, you want something to drink?
    Yup! Here!
    (muffled) It’s like uhh, earthy …
    Goin’, goin’ healthy sucks! (laughs)


  • DJ SpinKing Featuring 50 Cent, Jeremih & Ty Dolla $ign – This Big Lyrics

    (Intro)
    DJ SpinKing
    Dolla $ign

    (Chorus – Ty Dolla $ign)
    You only had a few ni**as
    You ain’t rachet like them other bi**hes
    You ain’t got a no kids
    You say you’ve never had a d**k this big
    A dick this big
    Said she never had a d**k this big
    You ain’t got no kids
    And you never had a d**k this big

    (Verse 1 – Jeremih)
    Give ’em long d**k, I need a deep throat
    Talking here while the heat throw
    Shooting at her face like a free throw
    Now girls want the freak show
    I got that make you cum out of your body
    Dick done got her 100 miles and running
    Dick up in her, f**king up her stomach
    Finger in her booty, I’ma thumb it
    I’m up at Luv’s and I’m straight cashing
    When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
    She on whatever I’m on, ain’t ask it
    And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket

    (Repeat Chorus)

    (Verse 2 – 50 Cent)
    Go head ask about me, she gon say I’m the s**t
    I pop pills and I f**ked her, I bet she never forget
    I caught her fresh out the shower
    You know the pu**y is power
    And Bryson Tiller went off, I’ve been in that pu**y an hour
    Ay, these bi**hes f**k with me, wanna see em?
    They’ve been all in my DM, ni**a AM through the PM
    Attract the bees with the honey
    Get the hoes with the money
    First the diamonds is blinking
    Then the bi**h get to thinking
    I should f**k with a real ni**a
    Come up with a real ni**a
    Live it up with a real ni**a
    Grind till the paper all straight
    Bag some up, sell some of the s**t, weight, wait

    (Verse 3 – Ty Dolla $ign)
    Girl take off them panties
    I’m a grown man, understand me
    Yeah hit her with the long d**k
    She take it to the throat like a bong rip
    Yeah all the way down
    You keep coming like K rounds
    Ass up, face down
    Go deep in the bi**h, make her say owww
    I be stroking
    You ni**as jacking off with lotion, ugh
    Ni**as looking for a handout
    Your bi**h on the floor getting maxed out
    Bam-bam-bow
    Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
    Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
    Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh

    (Repeat Chorus)

    (Outro)
    Come on
    Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard
    Spin we up