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  • G-Eazy – Bang Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Chorus: Tyga]
    Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
    I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
    And I need a super freak like Rick James
    Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
    Make that shit bang, bang, bang
    Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
    Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

    [Verse 1: G-Eazy]
    Why so serious? I’m never fuckin’ around
    These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin’ the ground
    Plane Jane Patek I’m never bustin’ it down
    Flagrant as fuck, I’m never toning it down (Yeah)
    Oh, you big mad?
    Why you chasin’ a chick that I been had?
    Took your dream girl down, yeah, I did that
    Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that
    Believe me, my belt got notches
    Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
    Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
    But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee)

    [Chorus: Tyga]
    Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Winners win)
    I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
    And I need a super freak like Rick James
    Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
    Make that shit bang, bang, bang
    Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
    Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

    [Verse 2: Tyga]
    Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up (Yeah)
    Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (Woo)
    It’s game time, put me in, I’m suited up
    Bitch, I’m good enough (Yeah), I don’t need the luck (Yeah)
    Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
    Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (Ah)
    I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
    The proof’s in the income, I ain’t gotta prove it (No)
    She got a man, nigga, I ain’t stupid
    But the way you work that body, you gon’ have to lose it
    And that pussy good, show me how you use it (Yeah)
    Step by step, baby, go through it (Ayy)

    [Chorus: Tyga]
    I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Ayy)
    I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains (Big dog)
    And I need a super freak like Rick James (Ayy)
    Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
    Make that shit bang, bang, bang (Come on)
    Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
    Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

    [Verse 3: G-Eazy]
    Yeah, talk to me nicely
    Fifty on the chain, oh my god, I’m so pricey
    Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
    When she throw it back, she like, “Papi, don’t bite me”
    Yeah, make her bend down
    She ‘gon let me clip when I’m in town
    Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
    10k a month, Hell’s Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)
    L.A. to New York, Bicoastal
    I’m international, not local
    A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals
    If you ain’t talkin’ bags, then I’m antisocial, be gone

    [Chorus: Tyga]
    Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
    I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
    And I need a super freak like Rick James
    Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
    Make that shit bang, bang, bang
    Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
    Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang


  • Curren$y – Plan Of Attack Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I came for the dough, you came for the hoes
    We ain’t on the same thing
    You got side bitches attracted to bus times
    You got [?] noticing plane [?]
    She paid me for all the gang that I gave her
    That’s simple and plain
    Mama, I put you on like some [?]
    I can put you on, carve you out a lane
    A avenue to go get paid
    Big lights on the centre stage
    Got a duffle bag full of paper
    Cross the bag sea like a 12 gauge
    Now I lay it down, lay it down whenever the G’s around
    I set them a pile that’s on the ground
    Then I step off into the town

    [Chorus]
    Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
    And planning the tax wherever you at
    We’ll put them haters on your back
    Haters’ll never get through all that
    Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
    And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
    We’ll be on a vacation
    And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

    [Verse 2]
    My niggas, they my niggas
    Stayed my brothers, never turned my back on ’em
    King shit, yeah, Machiavelli
    Sure to the sure, no black on ’em
    Got a hood bitch who head so good
    I can’t front, I had to double back on her
    Dope boy, a real dope boy
    You see [?], I spit crack on it
    Puff that, pass that
    Even though the doctor say it’s bad for me
    Mama said I’m hard headed
    Had to take a chance for that cash money
    Crashed on me, knocked me
    Hit the plug, guarded me a three piece
    Smoke ash, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules
    Trapstar gone getting on a mission
    Motherfucker waiting for it
    No fronts, pay up front, cold world
    Nana say she praying for me
    Wrist game, sick man, whip game, make that bounce
    I’m rich, bitch, Rick James
    For the pain smoke me a ounce

    [Chorus]
    Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
    And planning the tax wherever you at
    We’ll put them haters on your back
    Haters’ll never get through all that
    Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
    And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
    We’ll be on a vacation
    And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

    [Verse 3]
    On a creek, keep quiet
    Real niggas move in silence
    All my niggas out here wilin’
    We in the streets steady mobbin’
    Super villain, I’m a problem
    Lil fuck boys don’t want no problems
    Hating on me ’cause a nigga shining
    Chain got the water, wet diamonds
    Couldn’t get a bag with ’em
    Now I’m touching bands on my own without ’em
    All my hoes done got finer
    Loud packs done got louder
    Bust up like scarface
    First you get the money then the power
    Making racks every hour
    Real nigga, never been a coward
    I got the juice like Bishop
    Call my haters up if there’s a issue
    Ain’t shit for me to push up on you
    Set check you with the pistol
    In the kitchen with the cook up
    Residue on the dishes
    Garbage bag full of money
    Counting hundreds up, getting to the riches

    [Chorus]
    Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
    And planning the tax wherever you at
    We’ll put them haters on your back
    Haters’ll never get through all that
    Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
    And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
    We’ll be on a vacation
    And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating


  • Logic – Everybody Dies Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, fuck that shit

    [Chorus]
    You are watching a master at work (yeah)
    This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
    Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
    All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
    Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
    (You are watching a master–)
    This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
    Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
    All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
    Ten years of runnin’, we came up from the basement

    [Verse 1]
    Grew up broke as fuck, rich folks was adjacent
    Maryland, starin’ out the window for motivation
    I remember lil Bobby, lil B
    Man I wish I could be a dog in a rich family
    Oh how nice would that shit be, my life a catastrophe
    Now my shit a masterpiece, No Limit like Master P
    Now I am the master, see, that’s the way it has to be
    My life is a movie, I’m so glad God casted me
    I am not top ten, more like top three
    I am not two ’cause nobody could top me
    Get the pussy wet like Jodeci, you know it’s me
    I can’t seem to put my finger on it like a rotary
    But something’s missin’ from the game, when I’m gone, oh it’s me
    I feel sorry for these rappers comin’ up, what was me
    I just took a hiatus and wrote a novel, motherfucker
    I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
    ‘Cause I’m sittin’ on five, unreleased albums
    Greatest of all time, no lyin’, that’s the outcome
    I do it for the boom bap, the trap and the radio
    Fuck a fake fan, step into me, try to play me ho
    I make music for every genre, every occasion
    Ma shit is amazin’, I’m blazin’, it’s insane
    Going crazy in the gym, going in gains
    Had a lot of dark nights, but bitch I been Bane
    I was born in the darkness like Rick James
    Bitch, sippin’ scotch with Chappelle after the Grammys
    Said them countries wasn’t shit holes, they prolly want to ban me
    ‘Cause I say the shit that others won’t, prolly can’t stand me (uh)
    Like the rappers claim to hate me, but they stan me
    I said these rappers claim to hate me, but they motherfucking stan me
    They hate what I represent, but bitch I am me
    They hate what I represent, but bitch I am me
    There’s nothin’ but legendary shit that be goin’ on, the phenomenal

    [Chorus]
    You are watching a master– at work
    This what you all been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
    Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
    All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
    Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
    This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
    Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
    All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
    Ten years of runnin’, we came up from the basement

    [Verse 2]
    I got my rap, and I got my gat, gotta get my pack, but I won’t bust back
    Unless I need is with greed I lead this world by example with ample
    Education, my lyricism is here to imprison your vision
    The fallacy society has rejected, I’m here to protect it
    Everybody dies in this world we live in, but not everybody tries, but everybody lies
    You can’t take, take money with you when you die so spend it and don’t look back like an addict in recovery
    But also don’t blow it, you know, and don’t be a coward, but don’t be too heroic
    Live your life to the fullest, don’t push it or pull it
    Don’t murder others ’cause you disagree with their beliefs
    We all the same underneath
    I had some shit I had to get off of my chest in that first verse
    But this verse come first when it comes to importance of message
    Do what you love, do what you love, do what–, do what–, do what you love
    Don’t do it, do it, do it, for society
    Break free from the cycle, don’t be scared to walk like Michael on the moon
    Rattpack, beat up the tune so much more, it’s comin’ soon
    Yeah I’ve been goin’, I’m already knowin’, Bobby be flowin’
    Shit get around like a woman, my body been growin’, my mind been growin’
    I’m already know it I’m gon’ die one day, you gon’ die one day, we all ‘gon die one day
    God already got the date set, so live your life, live yo life
    Yeah you live it, that’s a fact, because if you don’t live it in the end you gon’ be filled with regret

    [Chorus]
    This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
    You are watching a master at work
    Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
    All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
    Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
    This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
    Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
    All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
    Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement

    [Outro]
    You are watching a ma– master at work
    Logic


  • Rich Homie Quan – Changed

    [Intro]
    If you ever thought I was going broke
    You thought wrong, my nigga
    If you ever think I was falling off
    Fuck you then

    [Chorus]
    Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
    We in Miami on Biscayne
    Forty-thousand for the big face
    And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
    I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
    Teachers told me I would never make
    No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
    Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

    [Verse 1]
    We ’bout to party just like Rick James
    Oh, now I’m up by Biscayne
    Albert Einstein, I’m insane
    But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
    In the trap, got off a whole thang
    I flushed it all when them folks came
    Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
    Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
    I wasn’t in the club, put it up, I was saving
    Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
    Came home, saw a million, then I made some
    Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan

    [Chorus]
    Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
    We in Miami on Biscayne
    Forty-thousand for the big face
    And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
    I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
    Teachers told me I would never make
    No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
    Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

    [Verse 2]
    My only friend is a Ben Frank
    I wanted money just like Kinte
    Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
    Told mama close the door, ’cause I’m jumpin’ off the porch
    My only mission is to get paid
    Lock that money in a big safe
    Ain’t no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it’s me
    I ain’t never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
    I put a lil’ money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
    And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
    I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?
    Money made, but I’m the same me, nigga

    [Chorus]
    Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
    We in Miami on Biscayne
    Forty-thousand for the big face
    And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
    I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
    Teachers told me I would never make
    No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
    Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college


  • Famous Dex – Pick It Up (feat. A$AP Rocky)

    [Intro]
    Ayo big bro, you fucking with that? Hah, okay cool
    That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig?
    Dexter, ooh, wait

    [Verse 1: Famous Dex]
    Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
    Baby girl watch how you move
    I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
    I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
    Speed it up (Speed)
    Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
    Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
    They thinking I’m wifing, deleted ’em (Uh-wait, ooh)
    Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
    My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
    Geeking this dope, yeah I got ’em
    Open the safe, you can’t lock it (What)
    Sippin’ that Wock, yeah I go to the top
    Bust on yo bitch like a Glock (Ooh)
    She like to suck on my clock
    I get the money don’t stop, Dexter

    [Interlude: Famous Dex]
    Hah, know I’m saying?
    Like, I know you like this beat too
    But you a fuckin’ goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga)
    Uh-wait

    [Verse 2: Famous Dex]
    Word around, word around, word around town
    I heard this boy was a clown
    Swim in yo bitch once I drown
    Call up my plug for the pounds
    Odd Future, yeah, it’s right on my clothes
    Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke
    Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
    I never do it no more, ooh
    Telling you broke, it’s no joke, ooh
    I used to kick in that door, wait
    Now I’m selling out these shows
    Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
    Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
    A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
    Get her off molly, she geekin’
    Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter

    [Interlude: Famous Dex]
    You know I’m saying
    Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
    Then you gotta go
    Call your friend too, Dexter

    [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
    Order VLONE, color orange mango label
    Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
    Smoke OG grown, when I’m Californicating
    I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
    Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
    Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
    Four finger ring on my hand
    Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
    Don’t wanna resort to the hands
    What the face say to the fist
    (I’m Rick James bitch!)

    [Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
    Ha, funny and shit
    A fifth of the tab
    Suck on her tits
    Went back to the pad
    Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

    [Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
    Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
    Up
    Just in the track and I beat it up
    Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
    My chick don’t exactly know English
    They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
    I might as well go back to vegan
    My shit might go platinum first week
    Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
    Word around, word of mouth, word around town
    You the one doing all the murder round town
    Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
    Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
    Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
    I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
    I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
    So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

    [Outro: A$AP Rocky]
    Ha, funny and shit
    [?]
    I’m back in my bag
    Went back to the pad
    Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix


  • Future – Mask Off lyrics

    [Intro]
    Call it how it is
    Hendrix
    I promise, I swear, I swear
    You heard, spit it, yo

    [Chorus]
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Rep the set, gotta rep the set
    Chase a check, never chase a bitch
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Chase a check, never chase a bitch
    Don’t chase no bitches

    [Verse 1]
    Two cups, toast up with the gang
    From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
    Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
    Ain’t compromising, half a million on the coupe
    Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
    Graduated, I was overdue
    Pink molly, I can barely move
    Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
    Rick James, thirty-three chains
    Ocean air, cruisin’ Biscayne
    Top off, that’s a liability
    Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline


  • Freddie Gibbs – Alexys (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

    [Intro]
    Kane, Nigga
    On the blade
    I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
    Baby Scarface

    [Verse 1]
    I first taste cocaine in 10th grade
    Homie at the table chopping Rick James
    Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
    Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
    Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
    Fuck it I’ma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
    Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
    Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
    Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
    The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope
    The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
    Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner
    And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
    Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
    Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
    One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
    Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small
    Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved
    Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
    Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog
    Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
    Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
    Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
    And these the niggas I’m cool with
    My enemies I have yet to mention

    [Chorus]
    I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday
    You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
    Streets dry niggas thirsty
    So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
    Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
    My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
    These animalistic instincts that we was born with
    Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
    Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch
    Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

    [Verse 2]
    Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
    What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem
    I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in
    Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine
    Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
    Quick like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
    I rap but I keep weight
    And I know the streets take
    Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe
    Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous
    In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling
    In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
    My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums
    Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
    About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

    [Chorus]
    I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
    You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
    Streets dry niggas thirsty
    So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
    Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
    My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
    These animalistic instincts that we was born with
    Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
    Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them


  • Freddie Gibbs – Dear Maria (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

    [Intro]
    Yeah….. Yeah
    Tryna get my cash up (yeah)
    Tryna get my cash up (ugh)

    [Chorus 1]
    Livin’ in the city, when your winnin’
    In the city nigga wanna get your glass up
    Coca got my cash up (yeah)
    Heroine got my cash up (yeah)
    Shittin’ on the city, when your winnin’ in the city
    Nigga wanna get your glass up (yeah)

    [Verse 1]
    Dear Maria, I know it was like 2010 the last time I had seen ya
    Back when I used to hang outside, Actavis in my two liter
    40 Cali, (?) pimping gotta keep the 9 mm
    Plus I, plus I traded in the black Cadillac for the Beamer
    I was trapping out a dirty apartment on Little Caesar’s
    Damn Maria, can I purchase a brick of yay from your people?
    Homie front me with like five
    Paid twenty-three for the eagle
    Boy I live illegal

    [Bridge]
    See the game it gone never change
    See the game, got me everything
    See the game it gone never change
    Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

    [Verse 2]
    Dear Maria, you always kept a young nigga fed
    When I wasn’t eatin’
    Like when you set me up for the lick on them Puerto Ricans
    Always said that if I get rich off this shit that you’d be the reason
    Always said that if I’m gone jump out this shit that you’d be the reason
    Gotta have a type of all type of bitches I gotta feed them
    On the late night, with the dick game
    Drugs in me got me creeping
    I know you love me, know you can’t picture a nigga leavin’
    I ain’t never leavin’
    Never No never never say never nigga
    Say motherfuck love and stay on your cheddar nigga
    I wish that it felt like I had forever with you
    But i know one day your gone find a better nigga
    They gone wife you up, settle you down, they gone have a wedding witch-ya
    I’m just a thug, I’ll buy bottles and get a section witch-ya
    Maria flip if she found out I’m fuckin’ on her sister
    Freddie Cane, Dog unchained
    I’m just that kinda nigga

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Got the game running in my veins
    Got the game running in my veins
    Blood on my opponent
    Don’t give a fuck, I flaunt it
    All I ever wanted was everything

    [Chorus 2]
    Living in the city where your shittin’ on the city and the city got me blast
    I got chickens in the city
    And a cousin shippin’ with me
    Told her ain’t no future with me
    I’m addicted to this cash
    Dear Maria

    [Bridge]
    See the game it gone never change
    See the game, got me everything
    See the game it gone never change
    Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

    [Outro]
    Never Change
    Ooooo yeah
    Never Change, yeah yeah
    Cocaine got me everything
    This shit it won’t change shit
    Mary Jane, Rick James, Cocaine
    Oooooohh
    Ooooooo Yeah
    Rick James, Rick James
    Cocaine, Rick James
    Ohhh Ohhh


  • Freddie Gibbs – Alexys Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Kane, Nigga
    On the blade
    I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
    Baby Scarface

    [Verse 1]
    I first taste cocaine in 10th grade Yah
    Homie at the table chopping Rick James
    Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
    Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
    Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
    Fuck it Imma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
    Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
    Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
    Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
    The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope Yah .
    The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
    Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner Woo
    And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
    Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
    Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
    One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
    Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small Yah
    Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved Yah
    Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off Yah
    Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog Bitch
    Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
    Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
    Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
    And these the niggas I’m cool with
    My enemies I have yet to mention Fuck ’em

    [Chorus]
    I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
    You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
    Streets dry niggas thirsty
    So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
    Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
    My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
    These animalistic instincts that we was born with
    Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
    Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
    Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

    [Verse 2]
    Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
    What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem. Yah
    I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in Woo
    Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine Yah
    Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
    Crip like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
    I rap but I keep weight
    And I know the streets take
    Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe Why
    Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous Yah
    In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling Word Up
    In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
    My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums Yah
    Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
    About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

    [Chorus]
    I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
    You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
    Streets dry niggas thirsty
    So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
    Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
    My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
    These animalistic instincts that we was born with
    Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
    Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
    Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them


  • Freddie Gibbs – Alexys

    [Intro]
    Kane, Nigga
    On the blade
    I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
    Baby Scarface

    [Verse 1]
    I first taste cocaine in 10th grade Yah
    Homie at the table chopping Rick James
    Sent the package off from Texas its been six days
    Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
    Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
    Fuck it Imma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
    Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
    Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
    Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
    The realest nigga that I know ain’t never sold dope Yah
    The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
    Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner Woo
    And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
    Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
    Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
    One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
    Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small Yah
    Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit was all Yah
    Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off Yah
    Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog Bitch
    Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
    Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
    Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
    And these the niggas I’m cool with
    My enemies I have yet to mention Fuck ’em

    [Chrous]
    I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
    You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
    Streets dry niggas thirsty
    So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
    Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
    My nigga [?] caught a murder on his first lick
    These animalistic instincts that we was born with
    Feel so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
    Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
    Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

    [Verse 2]
    Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
    What kind of man is you that your hood [?] Yah
    I’m postal [?] Woo
    Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine Yah
    Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
    Crip like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
    I rap but I keep weight
    And I know the streets take
    Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe Why
    Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous Yah
    In the set with [?] no chopper my chain dangling Word Up
    In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
    My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums Yah
    Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
    About to cop a Porsche from that the packs that Freddie Kane get in

    [Chorus]
    I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
    You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
    Streets dry niggas thirsty
    So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
    Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
    My nigga caught a murder on his first lick
    These animalistic instincts that we was born with
    Feel so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
    Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
    Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them


  • Mask off – Future lyrics

    Lyrics Future – Mask off

    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Rep the set, gotta rep the set
    Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
    Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
    Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
    Don’t chase no b*tches.

    Two cups, toast up with the gang
    From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
    Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
    They compromising, half a million on the Coupe
    Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
    Graduated, I was overdue
    Versuri-lyrics.info
    Pink molly, I can barely move
    Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
    Rick James, 33 chains
    Ocean Ave., cruisin’ Biscayne
    Top off, that’s a liability
    Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline.

    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Rep the set, gotta rep the set
    Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
    Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
    Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
    Don’t chase no b*tches.

    Before the Maybach, I’d drive anything
    Buy my Range, make ‘em go insane.

    My guillotine, drank promethazine
    Tec and beams, go to those extremes
    Parliament, call up Mari Wednesday
    Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance
    Before the business?, Theodore lenses
    Whole prescriptions, focus on the missions
    Intermission, never take a break
    Switch states, touch down, foreign plates
    Ain’t no way, ain’t no f*cking way
    We call the play, we didn’t come to play
    Rob the bank, we gon’ rob the game
    They gang, we gang…but they are not the same.

    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Rep the set, gotta rep the set
    Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
    Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
    Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
    Don’t chase no b*tches.

    Mask on, f*ck it, mask offff
    Mask on, f*ck it, mask offff
    Mask on, f*ck it, mask offff
    Gas gone, never nod offf.
    Future lyrics
    Video off


  • Future – Mask Off (Future Album)

    [Intro]
    Call it how it is
    Hendrix
    I promise, I swear, I swear
    You heard
    Spit it
    Yo

    [Chorus]
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Rep the set, gotta rep the set
    Chase a check, never chase a bitch
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Chase a check, never chase a bitch
    Don’t chase no bitches

    [Verse 1]
    Two cups, toast up with the gang
    From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
    Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
    They compromising, half a million on the coupe
    Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
    Graduated, I was overdue
    Pink molly, I can barely move
    Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
    Rick James, 33 chains
    Old Chanel, crusin’ Biscayne
    Top off, that’s a liability
    Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

    [Chorus]
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Rep the set, gotta rep the set
    Chase a check, never chase a bitch
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Chase a check, never chase a bitch
    Don’t chase no bitches

    [Verse 2]
    Before the Maybach, I’d drive anything
    Buy my Range, make ‘em go insane
    My guillotine, drank promethazine
    Tek and beams, go to those extremes
    Parliament, call up Mari Wednesday
    Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance
    Before the business, Theodore lenses
    Whole prescriptions, focus on the missions
    Intermission, never take a break
    Switch states, touch down, foreign plates
    Ain’t no way, ain’t no fucking way
    You come to play, we didn’t come to play
    Rob the bank, we gon’ rob the game
    They gang, we gang, but they are not the same (Freebandz)

    [Chorus]
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Rep the set, gotta rep the set
    Chase a check, never chase a bitch
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Percocets, molly, Percocets
    Chase a check, never chase a bitch
    Don’t chase no bitches

    [Outro]
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Mask on, fuck it, mask off
    Gas gone, never nod off


  • Future – Mask Off lyrics

    Call it how it is
    Hendrix
    ?????
    You heard
    Spit it
    Yo

    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Rep the set
    Gotta rep the set
    Chase a check
    Never chase a bitch
    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Chase a check
    Never chase a bitch

    Two cups
    Toast up with the gang
    From food stamps
    To a whole nother domain
    Out the bottom
    I’m the living proof
    They compromising
    Half a million on the coupe
    Drug houses
    Looking like Peru
    Graduated
    I was overdue
    Pink molly
    I can barely move
    Ask about me
    I’m going bust a move
    Rick James
    33 chains
    Old Chanel
    Crusing Biscayne
    Top off
    That’s a liability
    Hit the gas
    Boosting my adrenaline

    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Rep the set
    Gotta rep the set
    Chase a check
    Never chase a bitch
    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Chase a check
    Never chase a bitch

    Before the Maybach
    I’d drive anything
    Buy my Range
    Make ‘em go insane
    My guillotine
    Drank promethazine
    Tek and beams
    Go to those extremes
    Parliament
    Call up Mari ???
    Parlay in Vegas
    We was in attendance
    Before the business
    Theodore lenses
    Whole prescriptions
    Focus on the missions
    Intermission
    Never take a break
    Switch states
    Touch down, foreign plates
    Ain’t no way
    Ain’t no fucking way
    You come to play
    We didn’t come to play
    Rob the bank
    We gone rob the game
    They gang, we gang
    But they are not the same

    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Rep the set
    Gotta rep the set
    Chase a check
    Never chase a bitch
    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Percocets
    Molly, Percocets
    Chase a check
    Never chase a bitch

    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Mask on
    Fuck it, mask off
    Gas???
    Never nod huh


  • Chief Keef – Trying Not To Swear (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

    [Hook]
    Man I miss standin’ on the block
    Totin’ on the Glocks
    Slidin’ on the opps
    Screamin’ free the guys
    In general pop
    Bitch, I move fast
    She gave me good top
    Told that bitch stop
    You want smoke, what’s up?
    Get your ass scuffed
    I’m countin’ green bucks
    Boy, you smokin’ huff
    Where is the bus?
    I need to get some stuff
    The life I’m livin’ rough
    I’m tryin’ not to cuss

    [Verse 1]
    Stackin’ the mula, to hit my jeweler
    You a unlicensed mover
    You still can’t move us
    Got all of my ice on
    They say it’s too much
    What’s under this Hermes?
    It’s a slick the ruler
    You gotta show us
    You do not know us
    Niggas is snitchin’
    They paper showed us
    Thew me in rehab
    Well I’m still not sober
    What is your goals?
    You do not know
    I’m sippin’ drank ’til it put me to sleep
    Countin’ all this money, killed the thief in me
    Ain’t shit changed, still got beef in me
    I can fuck all of the women that were teachin’ me

    [Hook]
    Man I miss standin’ on the block
    Totin’ on the Glocks
    Slidin’ on the opps
    Screamin’ free the guys
    In general pop
    Bitch, I move fast
    She gave me good top
    Told that bitch stop
    You want smoke, what’s up?
    Get your ass scuffed
    I’m countin’ green bucks
    Boy, you smokin’ huff
    Where is the bus?
    I need to get some stuff
    The life I’m livin’ rough
    I’m tryin’ not to cuss

    [Verse 2]
    Bitch, I’m a dog, they can’t tame me
    The life that I live probably changed me
    Up for ten days ’cause I can’t sleep
    A whole bunch of real niggas trained me
    Your own dogs will cross you man, it can’t be
    The diamonds in my ear givin’ me brain freeze
    We don’t count the same cash or smoke the same weed
    Standin’ on this foreign, I bleed like Rick James bleed
    I’m stuck in the cheese, it’s gettin’ real steep
    The diamonds on my neck, remind me of my jeep
    My waist is LV, double Gs on my jeans
    Cream, get the money, dollar dollar cheese cheese

    [Hook]
    Man I miss standin’ on the block
    Totin’ on the Glocks
    Slidin’ on the opps
    Screamin’ free the guys
    In general pop
    Bitch, I move fast
    She gave me good top
    Told that bitch stop
    You want smoke, what’s up?
    Get your ass scuffed
    I’m countin’ green bucks
    Boy, you smokin’ huff
    Where is the bus?
    I need to get some stuff
    The life I’m livin’ rough
    I’m tryin’ not to cuss


  • Chief Keef – Trying Not To Swear (Two Zero One Seven Album)

    [Hook]
    Man I miss standin’ on the block
    Totin’ on the Glocks
    Slidin’ on the opps
    Screamin’ free the guys
    In general pop
    Bitch, I move fast
    She gave me good top
    Told that bitch stop
    You want smoke, what’s up?
    Get your ass scuffed
    I’m countin’ green bucks
    Boy, you smokin’ huff
    Where is the bus?
    I need to get some stuff
    The life I’m livin’ rough
    I’m tryin’ not to cuss

    [Verse 1]
    Stackin’ the mula, to hit my jeweler
    You a unlicensed mover
    You still can’t move us
    Got all of my ice on
    They say it’s too much
    What’s under this Hermes?
    It’s a slick the ruler
    You gotta show us
    You do not know us
    Niggas is snitchin’
    They paper showed us
    Thew me in rehab
    Well I’m still not sober
    What is your goals?
    You do not know
    I’m sippin’ drank ’til it put me to sleep
    Countin’ all this money, killed the thief in me
    Ain’t shit changed, still got beef in me
    I can fuck all of the women that were teachin’ me

    [Hook]
    Man I miss standin’ on the block
    Totin’ on the Glocks
    Slidin’ on the opps
    Screamin’ free the guys
    In general pop
    Bitch, I move fast
    She gave me good top
    Told that bitch stop
    You want smoke, what’s up?
    Get your ass scuffed
    I’m countin’ green bucks
    Boy, you smokin’ huff
    Where is the bus?
    I need to get some stuff
    The life I’m livin’ rough
    I’m tryin’ not to cuss

    [Verse 2]
    Bitch, I’m a dog, they can’t tame me
    The life that I live probably changed me
    Up for ten days ’cause I can’t sleep
    A whole bunch of real niggas trained me
    Your own dogs will cross you man, it can’t be
    The diamonds in my ear givin’ me brain freeze
    We don’t count the same cash or smoke the same weed
    Standin’ on this foreign, I bleed like Rick James bleed
    I’m stuck in the cheese, it’s gettin’ real steep
    The diamonds on my neck, remind me of my jeep
    My waist is LV, double Gs on my jeans
    Cream, get the money, dollar dollar cheese cheese

    [Hook]
    Man I miss standin’ on the block
    Totin’ on the Glocks
    Slidin’ on the opps
    Screamin’ free the guys
    In general pop
    Bitch, I move fast
    She gave me good top
    Told that bitch stop
    You want smoke, what’s up?
    Get your ass scuffed
    I’m countin’ green bucks
    Boy, you smokin’ huff
    Where is the bus?
    I need to get some stuff
    The life I’m livin’ rough
    I’m tryin’ not to cuss


  • DJ Mustard – Don’t Hurt Me (Cold Summer Album) letras

    [Intro: YG]
    Mustard on the beat, ho!

    [Verse 1: Jeremih]
    Tryna get up in my head, now that’s a headache
    I just wanna fuck, I make the bed shake
    She wanna spend some time, now that’s a Rollie
    Shawty ride the dick, just like it’s stolen
    Met her at the Westin with her bestie
    Kissin’, they were sweatin’, doin’ lip things
    Had to get up in that lil thang, yeah that lil thang
    Let her rock the mic, yeah, no lipsync
    They say that it’s last call, so let’s ball
    Tryna have that ass thrown on that pole
    Throw it back like retro, like it’s retro
    Baby, baby, let’s go, girl let’s go
    [Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
    We take it to my room, yeah
    Ain’t no need to talk
    When that ass on me and the lights off
    Baby, I know what to do with it
    Give her what she want
    Now she wanna fuck a nigga all the time

    [Hook: Jeremih]
    Oh baby, don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
    Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    Tryna get up in my head, now that’s a headache
    I just wanna fuck, and get my cake ate
    You wanna spend some time, that’s a Rollie
    I’ma ride his D, like it’s stolen
    I met him in the Hills out in LA
    Took me for a cruise, yeah, Penelope
    Had to sit up on that big thing, that big thing
    Super duper freak, yeah, like Rick James
    They say that it’s last call, for that bar
    Tryna get that peach Myx Moscato
    Make it clap like when the home team score
    Baby don’t you hurt me like before

    [Pre-Hook: Nicki Minaj]
    Take you to my room, yeah
    Ain’t no need to talk
    When this thing in your mouth, down South
    Baby, you know what to do with it
    Gave him what she want
    Now he wanna hit your girl all the time

    [Hook: Jeremih + Nicki Minaj]
    Oh baby, don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
    Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me

    [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
    All these bitches beggin’ me to pass the baton
    All these bitches tryna fit my crown and my wand
    Bitches still my sons, get your sonogram on
    Just a nick of time I did the cover of TIME
    Gettin’ a million dollars just to stand there and rhyme
    Even if you was Curry, bitch, there’s still a LeBron
    But let’s face it, I’m Curry, with rings like LeBron
    Added my rings up, that’s Mike Jordan
    I told bitches when I switched my flow four times
    I’d be damned if a bitch nigga eat off mine
    All this cake make a broke nigga beat off, huh?
    I’m just lookin’ for a man, fuck a B-O-Y

    [Hook: Jeremih + Nicki Minaj]
    Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
    Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
    You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
    When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
    Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me