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  • Jeezy – ’06 Lyrics

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    [Intro: Jeezy]
    Let that shit rock for a minute, nigga
    It’s 104, nigga
    It’s gangster shit, nigga

    [Chorus: Jeezy]
    We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
    We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
    Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
    We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
    Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
    Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
    Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
    Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
    We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
    We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
    Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
    We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
    Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
    Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
    Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
    Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)

    [Verse 1: Jeezy]
    Picture me rolling, nigga, like Pac in the ’90s, ho (90’s, ho)
    Knocked off that 50 pack, told ’em send me ’bout 90 more (Yeah)
    Already famous, I was a star at the corner store (Yeah)
    Just holler at shawty, one twenty-five for a quarter O (Haha)
    Jeezy for president, make America snow again (Yeah)
    Make America snow again (Snow)
    Hurt us in ’05, yeah there go that blow again (Damn)
    Cuzzo just touched down, I cast him out on a truck (Truck)
    My cousin set up my cousin, that’s what you call bad luck (Yeah, you already know what this is)

    [Chorus: Jeezy]
    We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
    We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
    Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
    We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
    Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
    Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
    Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
    Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
    We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
    We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
    Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
    We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
    Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
    Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
    Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
    Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go, Mayback Music)

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    Soldiers of fortunes, y’all niggas giggle with groupies (Huh)
    I sold my soul for two Porsches so niggas kill me or sue me (Boss)
    Smorgasbord full of bitches, nose candy delicious
    Pocket silk, turtle necks (Woo), Rolls Royce repetitious
    I’m chasing money relentless, massive wealth what you call it
    Crime scene at your party, young nigga dearly departed
    Gave a stack to my barber, bitches loving my beard
    Make her get so erotic, I think she feeling sincere (Maybach Music)

    [Chorus: Jeezy]
    We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
    We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
    Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
    We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
    Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
    Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
    Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
    Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
    We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
    We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
    Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
    We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
    Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
    Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
    Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
    Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)


  • Young Thug – Circle of Bosses Lyrics

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    [Intro: Young Thug & Future]
    Wheezy outta here
    Wee, woo
    Woo-ooh, ooh

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Divide the shooters (Divide)
    Then split up the house
    Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
    They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
    The AP a Mille, the baguette
    It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
    Pull all of my whips out
    I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
    The circle of bosses (Go)
    Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
    We asked your bitch (Yeah)
    Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
    I close my fist (Close)
    My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
    I raise a brick (Brick)
    Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    She got Eliantte on her neck
    Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
    I told her it’s nap time, with the red
    Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
    Sippin’ lean, but got no sinus
    I could turn to a mad scientist
    Board a jet in like any climate
    Bitches tryna come over and dine in
    Throw 11 like Matt Ryan
    Most my bitches and me are tight and
    Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
    I’ma watch it like WiFi

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    Clear water on her neck, nigga, don’t see the shark (Ice, splash)
    Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it (Double R)
    Name the location, we mark it (Hey)
    We gotta move the smartest (Move)
    I got a K in my office (Brra)
    You ever seen a carcass? (Body)
    Growed up to be an arsoner (Fire)
    Breathin’ out fire, like oxygen
    McLaren, it came equipped (Skrrt)
    Pressin’ the gas, and exhaust the whip
    We get the strain and dip (Strain)
    Can’t pull up on me, come get your chips (Cash)
    Heard car got flipped (Flipped)
    They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft

    [Verse 3: Young Thug]
    Hey, I’m countin’ these racks up in the bed
    I still took the pill, didn’t know what it said
    They catering’ Activis at the weddin’
    I travel with the Draco or the ‘chete
    You think that she straight
    I’m turnin’ her gay, got her kissin’ a lady
    She quiet as kept, I slap on her face and bite on her lips
    My closet silk, the Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
    I don’t recept’, no receptionists, I don’t accept
    Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
    Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
    Teeth, we don’t want peace, yeah, we’re clearly young beasts
    Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini (Woah)
    Woah, I don’t need a seat, I’d rather run through the streets
    Woo, hunnid K a week, livin’ at the Grand Marquis
    Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
    Whoo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Divide the shooters (Divide)
    Then split up the house
    Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
    They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
    The AP a Mille, the baguette
    It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
    Pull all of my whips out
    I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
    The circle of bosses (Go)
    Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
    We asked your bitch (Yeah)
    Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
    I close my fist (Close)
    My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
    I raise a brick (Brick)
    Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)


  • Snoop Dogg – Focused Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Focus on me
    Baby, can you focus on me?
    Baby, can you focus on me?
    Baby, can you focus on me?
    Focus on me

    [Verse 1]
    So much smoke in the air, you can’t see shit
    Servin’ Crip dick ’til the bitch sea sick
    Bought everything, I don’t lease shit, G shit
    Workin’ out so the fleece fit, cool
    I’m on that who-you-wanna-be shit
    West to East shit for all my dawgs and my Heathcliffs
    Streets on tax so the heat’s on my lap
    When it’s war, fuck the law, fuck it, bury me strapped
    Money long as 21 Cadillacs
    Matter fact, get it scratched like BattleCat
    Hood politics, every real nigga battles that
    Still standin’ ’cause the way a nigga handled that
    10 toes down, never actin’ like a mark
    Only nigga with a star that got put on at the Park, nigga
    That’s on the set, that’s on my mama
    I could still pull up at the Park, nigga

    [Chorus]
    Focus on me
    On God, I did that, I did that
    Focus on me
    10 toes, I did that, I did that
    Focus on me
    Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
    Focus on me
    Give it up, I did that, I did that

    [Verse 2]
    Gangbangers rejoice when they hear my voice
    Pullin’ up in Rolls Royce, the hood in full-force still
    Realizing I’m the source still
    The wrong move could get my boys killed
    So I focus on me
    Makin’ sure this whole shit stay rollin’
    And my baby boo neck stay frozen
    Rich rollin’, on the clock, non-stop
    And my bank account sure shows it
    Big mouth Crip and the bitch niggas can’t close it
    I was chosen
    So don’t worry ’bout mine, nigga, we good
    And fuck what y’all think, “Free Suge”
    Diamond in the back with the leather with the wood in it
    Banged around the world, made sure I kept the hood in it
    Yeah, one time for the king
    And I still smoke a nigga like a big bag of weed
    On moms

    [Chorus]
    Focus on me
    On God, I did that, I did that
    Focus on me
    10 toes, I did that, I did that
    Focus on me
    Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
    Focus on me
    Give it up, I did that, I did that

    [Outro]
    Focus on me
    Baby, can you focus on me?
    Baby, can you focus on me?
    Baby, can you focus on me?
    Baby, can you focus on me?
    Baby, can you focus on me?


  • Rick Ross – Rich Nigga Lifestyle Lyrics

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    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    Uh, tell me what your crib worth
    I hear you talkin’ war‚ but have you lived first?
    I’m just here to keep it real‚ not make you feel worse
    May be a lost cause‚ but let’s still search
    Until the day I die, holdin’ my guns high
    Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I?
    Fuck a bird box‚ I wanna see my brother fly
    No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
    Walkin’ down the block holdin’ my boom box
    Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks
    They gon’ keep us in the ghetto ’til we move out
    And we need some better books stocked in that schoolhouse
    Rolls Royce weather
    Rich dirty nigga‚ it took so much effort
    I don’t give a fuck about who sold more records
    Bein’ self-made give me so much leverage, Boss

    [Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
    Ooh
    Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
    Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
    It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
    I’m so iced out (Iced out, yeah)
    Iced out, yeah

    [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
    Look (Maybach Music)
    How many niggas on your payroll?
    Rich gangbangers, y’all ain’t even know they make those
    Double caseloads, push buttons, I got say-so
    When it’s war time, never lay low, y’all play roles
    I can’t name a fake nigga that was not exposed
    How y’all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
    Ain’t a real street nigga ‘less you got a code
    Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O’s
    In the back of the ‘Bach, rock a lot of gold
    Rap music on the charts like it’s rock and roll
    Add somethin’ to the art, make a lot of dope
    Gotta play my part from the start ’cause that’s all I know
    Double M’s, double R’s, nigga, all I roll
    Court side, goin’ viral when them punches thrown
    On Crenshaw takin’ pictures like we Rich and Po
    ‘Nother rich rap nigga, word to Ricky Roz’ (Maybach Music)
    Yeah

    [Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
    Ooh
    Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
    Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
    It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
    Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
    Iced out, yeah
    It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

    [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
    Heard they wanna put ya boy to rest just like I’m Malcolm X
    Jealous of my point-of-view, watchin’ the sunset
    I just keep on movin’ so you won’t catch a contact
    All my dirty niggas showin’ me where the love at
    Drop the top, candy painted, haters eliminated
    Take a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it
    Rich nigga, dirty game, I’m talkin’ Nick Saban
    Rich reignin’ every day, whiter than Dick Cheney
    Dirty nigga, but my sneakers new
    She can go and get the two-door in a week or two
    Dirty nigga with a couple things I could treat her to
    Or maybe send her to the jeweler just like Meek’d do
    Real niggas that was born to kill
    Dirty niggas touchin’ 40 mil’
    40 cars on the sporty wheels
    Gold bars in my shorty wheels

    [Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
    Ooh
    Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
    Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
    It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
    Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
    Iced out, yeah
    It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

    [Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
    Ain’t nothin’ changed but the commas
    They say the more money, more problems
    But you don’t really want these problems
    So watch what you say to me
    Shorty, come easily
    You ain’t who you claim to be
    I’m just tryna keep it real
    Ain’t no fucks around here
    ‘Cause we’re self-made
    This forever is the lifestyle

    [Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
    Ooh
    Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
    Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
    It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
    I’m so iced out, yeah (Iced out, yeah)
    Iced out, yeah
    It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

    [Outro]
    M-M-M-Maybach Music


  • Lizzo – Exactly How I Feel Lyrics

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    [Chorus: Lizzo]
    That’s exactly how I feel
    That’s exactly how I feel
    That’s exactly how I feel

    [Verse 1: Lizzo]
    I woke up this morning (God)
    Wrong side of the bed
    I don’t have to ‘splain it, oh (How I feel)
    I might be a bitch (Bitch)
    I might make a friend (Friend)
    Ain’t I so amazing? (Uh-huh)

    [Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
    Love me or hate me
    Ooh, I ain’t changing
    And I don’t give a fuck, no

    [Chorus: Lizzo]
    That’s exactly how I feel (Uh)
    That’s exactly how I feel (Say it again)
    That’s exactly how I feel (Woo)

    [Verse 2: Lizzo & Gucci Mane]
    Don’t hide no emotions (Emotions)
    Wear ’em on my sleeve (On my sleeve)
    All my feelings Gucci (It’s Gucci, haha)
    Can’t hold back my tears
    That would be a crime
    ‘Cause I look pretty cryin’
    Oh, they ain’t tell you?

    [Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
    Love me or hate me
    Ooh, I ain’t changing
    And I don’t give a fuck, no

    [Chorus: Lizzo & Gucci Mane]
    That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel, yeah)
    That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel, it’s Gucci)
    That’s exactly how I feel

    [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
    I feel like hurtin’ they feelings (Yeah)
    I don’t get mad, I get millions (Yeah)
    My heart ain’t got no feelings
    My cars ain’t got no ceiling
    I ain’t with that acting all friendly
    Please step away from the Bentley
    You’re either not with me or with me
    The fye close by like it’s Whitney
    Stay in your lane, don’t tempt me
    Mr. Bust-A-Whole-Clip-‘Til-It’s-Empty
    I got a feelin’ that tonight’s gonna be a good night
    Like Ferg and them said, god willing
    Fire chains on like burr (Burr)
    Feelin’ like rockin’ my fur (Fur)
    Rolls Royce with the chauffeur (Huh?)
    How your toes feel on a mink fur?
    It’s Gucci

    [Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
    Cry ’cause I want to
    Smile if I want to, huh
    Yes, I can
    Love ’cause I want to
    Get so mad I could scream (I could scream)
    I could scream (I could scream)
    I could scream (Sing it)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Chorus: Lizzo]
    That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel)
    That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel)
    That’s exactly how I feel


  • Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Run that money counter, baby
    Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

    [Chorus: Rich the Kid]
    Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
    Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
    Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
    All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
    I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
    Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
    Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

    [Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
    Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
    Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
    Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
    Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
    I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
    All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
    Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
    I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
    Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
    Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
    You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
    The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

    [Chorus: Rich the Kid]
    Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
    Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
    Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
    All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
    I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
    Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
    Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

    [Verse 2: NAV]
    Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
    Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
    She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
    She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
    I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
    Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
    My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
    And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
    Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
    I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
    Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
    Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

    [Chorus: Rich the Kid]
    Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
    Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
    Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
    All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
    I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
    Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
    Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing


  • 2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Yeah
    Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
    ATL Jacob
    Proud of you
    Gang, gang

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
    I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
    I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
    It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
    All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
    Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
    I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
    All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

    [Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
    I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
    All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
    On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
    Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
    Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
    When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
    Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
    I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
    Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
    I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
    Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
    Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
    I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
    I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
    It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
    All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
    Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
    I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
    All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
    In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
    I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
    Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
    I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
    It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
    I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
    And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
    And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
    Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
    And I know my pockets look like Bibles
    Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
    I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
    I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
    It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
    All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
    Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
    I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
    All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)


  • Gunna – Cash War Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Wheezy outta here

    [Chorus]
    Lotta money, I can have a cash war
    Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
    Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
    I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
    Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
    Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
    Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Auto)
    Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Drip)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Keep it hardcore
    Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
    Show real love (Real love)
    When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
    We stood tough
    Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
    We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
    White Range Rover with the beige guts

    [Verse 1]
    Can’t save ’em
    Kicked her out after I slayed her (Slayed)
    Been got sauce, I got flavor (Flavor)
    Saks Fifth, ho, you dreamt it, I paid for (Paid for)
    New crib, got a lot of acres
    The way you suck, you can get an A plus (A plus)
    If she break, you can get your brain bust
    Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Chain bust)
    Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Ah)
    Got any young thang, get you real rocks (Real rocks)
    Three color diamonds on your wrist
    I have three or four, you can get a plain watch (Plain watch)
    Hundred twenty thousand dollars on the plane, watch
    Rose gold when she with me, what you ain’t got
    Pop a pussy nigga, leave him shell shocked (Shell shocked)
    I’m a bigger dripper with Chanel socks

    [Chorus]
    Lotta money, I can have a cash war
    Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
    Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
    I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
    Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
    Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
    Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
    Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Keep it hardcore
    Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
    Show real love (Real love)
    When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
    We stood tough
    Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
    We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
    White Range Rover with the beige guts

    [Verse 2]
    White Range Rover with the beige guts (Beige)
    Got a table, had to pay and she paid, boss (Paid)
    She wax her pussy, she don’t use a razor (Nah)
    Diggin’ in it like I’m tryna dig a grave, huh (Grave, huh)
    Why you wanna ask me for a favor?
    Swear to God that won’t work in your favor (Fave)
    Stack a lot of cash, I got layers (Yeah)
    I been ballin’ and I’m livin’ like a Laker (Laker)
    Ridin’ on my nigga, get a pay cut
    When the milli come inside, we’re the makers (Makers)
    Red and black Billy like a Raider
    Run it to your front door like a cater (Cater)
    Jump man, I’m an alligator
    When I bite, I get shit tailor (Tailor)
    Told her let’s play whoever tried to play us (Play us)
    Should I diss ’em? Nah, nigga feelin’ way up

    [Chorus]
    Lotta money, I can have a cash war
    Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
    Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
    I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
    Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
    Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
    Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
    Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Keep it hardcore
    Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
    Show real love (Real love)
    When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
    We stood tough
    Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
    We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
    White Range Rover with the beige guts


  • Lil Baby – Crush A Lot Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Cook that shit up, Quay

    [Chorus]
    I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
    Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
    I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
    She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
    I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
    Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
    If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
    Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

    [Verse 1]
    Ain’t no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted
    Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
    And they braggin’ ’bout bitches, I promise we hit ’em
    I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
    At this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelings
    Buy every building in the hood for my children
    Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
    With no phone, we can make us a movie
    I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
    If we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be out
    Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
    I’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
    Lil’ shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
    Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out
    Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
    These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ’bout

    [Chorus]
    I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
    Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
    I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
    She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
    I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
    Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
    If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
    Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

    [Verse 2]
    Ain’t no complaining, money coming in
    Put it all up, do it all again
    First you get a mil’, then it’s times ten
    Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
    Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
    They got consequences in this life of sin
    Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
    When you come home, we gon’ all win
    Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
    He gon’ knock you off with his Rollie on
    Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’
    Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
    Can’t get caught with another gun
    They gon’ know me when I’m gone
    They hear my pain inside my songs
    It’s like switch, I cut it on
    Pills kick in, gettin’ in my zone
    Do my job, ain’t see no wrong
    I’m never talkin’ on them phones
    Feds gon’ try to do us wrong
    Man, they got my nigga Long
    Lately I just been alone
    My cup, my strap, this microphone
    Nobody know what’s goin on
    Just glad I made it off the road
    Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
    Ever since I been on them dice
    They gon’ suck it up like a bowl of rice
    I’ma give it to them niggas every time

    [Chorus]
    I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
    Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
    I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
    She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
    I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
    Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
    If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
    Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em


  • Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
    Yeah, I’m on the run
    Here I come, I’m with your mom
    We got London On Da Track

    [Chorus]
    If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
    I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
    I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
    I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
    I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
    Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
    When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
    Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
    Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
    Fuck around and drop a few bags today
    I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
    My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Niggas might kill for biscuits
    Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
    Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
    Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
    Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
    Nigga tryna pour my red
    All a nigga know is take meds
    Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

    [Verse 1]
    Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
    I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
    I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
    I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
    I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
    In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
    Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
    I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
    Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
    For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
    Polish your ass, polish your stomach
    And polish your face (polish your face)
    Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
    Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
    Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
    Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
    I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
    I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

    [Chorus]
    If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
    I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
    I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
    I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
    I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
    Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
    When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
    Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
    Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
    Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
    I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
    My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Niggas might kill for biscuits
    Trappin’ out the intercontinental
    Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
    Bitch gon’ act like she triller
    Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
    Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
    All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
    Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

    [Verse 2]
    I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
    I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
    She say she want it in her butt
    I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
    I’m a kingpin, yeah
    Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
    On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
    You said that you riding (you said)
    You said you in (yeah)
    You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
    This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
    It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
    I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
    When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
    I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
    He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
    I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
    Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
    Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
    Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
    Hop off the jet we was nine deep
    It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
    I like the way you been rhyming
    One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
    I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
    Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
    The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
    Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
    Yeah, she nut by the round
    They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
    Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
    We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
    This codeine on chill (Act!)
    She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
    Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
    I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
    I came with the deals (woah)
    I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
    Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
    I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
    Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
    ‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

    [Chorus]
    If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
    I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
    I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
    I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
    I just might hop inside a cab today
    Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
    When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
    Burberry guts what the captain say
    Chanel, she can get a little today
    Fuck around and drop a few bags today
    I just might do the whole dash today
    My new Balenciaga rags today

    [Outro: Kodak Black]
    I’m in London, got my beat from London


  • Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Yeah, uh, yeah
    ChopHouz on the track
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    I’ma [?] you my project
    Gotta keep a [?] like my private
    Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
    Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
    I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
    Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
    I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
    Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
    Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
    When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
    Like I’m supposed to, right?
    Right? Right?
    Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right?
    Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
    I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Love, your love
    Love, love
    Make love to me
    Come lust with me, yeah
    Come rub on me
    Make love to me
    Make love to me
    Make love to me
    Make love, oh
    Love me

    [Verse 2: Gunna]
    Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
    Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
    Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
    And it’s just us, dripped out love
    Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
    Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
    Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
    The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
    Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
    Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Love, your love
    Love, love
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Love, your love
    Love, love
    Make love to me
    Come lust with me, yeah
    Come rub on me
    Make love to me
    Make love to me
    Make love to me
    Make love, oh
    Love me
    Make love to me
    Come lust with me, yeah
    Come rub on me
    Make love to me
    Make love to me
    Make love to me
    Make love, oh
    Love me


  • DJ ESCO – Warzone Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    I got the Rollie from models in shoebox, I brought ’em back out
    I just got through from smashin’ on tour, my booty blank out
    I’m on a pill, ridin’ my top off, I got that Mac out
    I got a four, that half of white, I’m in a crack house
    You ain’t never had a gun, no caper, you don’t know them licks ’bout
    Finesse the same nigga three times, then had to take the plug out
    I took the same pill three times, I feel like I took off
    This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone

    [Verse 1]
    He tryna take care his own family, they puttin’ a lot on ’em
    I’m in Fendi, but my bitch, she from the island
    It’s extended because these figures, they been eyein’, yeah, yeah
    Before I made it, we will get it in the night, yeah, yeah
    They gonna pull up on my best days, got a pocket full of racks
    I got Mariam, I got Kida, that’s my fourth and fifth bitch
    They been ridin’ with me from the beginnin’ when I started this shit
    I been lyin’ to ’em from the beginnin’, and it’s hard for me to quit

    [Chorus]
    I got the Rollie from models in shoebox, I brought ’em back out
    I just got through from smashin’ on tour, my bloody back out
    I’m on a pill, ridin’ my top off, I got that Mac out
    I got a four, that half of white, I’m in a crack house
    You ain’t never had a gun, no caper, you don’t know them licks ’bout
    Finesse the same nigga three times, then had to take the plug out
    I took the same pill three times, I feel like I took off
    This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone

    [Verse 2]
    My young nigga don’t smoke on swishers, but he got a Swiss acount
    They tried to sue the kid on battery, had to switch accounts
    We gon’ turn this shit to a murder scene, fuck what they think about it
    I clean my jewelry off with the Listerine, I done made it up
    I put my [?] and some ? at my granny house
    We go and start a fire up anywhere like Boyscouts
    Someone told me go hard or go home when I caught the Lamborghini truck
    That was out , I copped the Maybach
    That was out, copped the Rolls Royce
    Got a 458 Spider, matte black, inside of the red one
    We had to bad migo run and then the feds come
    Went through the black Migos money, went platinum, was 21
    We turn a money fight in the club, nigga, to a thunderstorm
    I done got [?] in the air now, throwin’ under arm
    I just did bust out, started cryin’ from all this jewlery on
    I still can’t believe that’s me when I turn the TV on
    How I’m gon’ give up on me, I came out the murder zone, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I got the Rollie from models in shoebox, I brought ’em back out
    I just got through from smashin’ on tour, my booty blank out
    I’m on a pill, ridin’ my top off, I got that Mac out
    I got a four, that half of white, I’m in a crack house
    You ain’t never had a gun, no caper, you don’t know them licks ’bout
    Finesse the same nigga three times, then had to take the plug out
    I took the same pill three times, I feel like I took off
    This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone

    [Outro]
    We had to bad migo run and then the feds come
    Went through the black Migos money, went platinum, was 21


  • YFN Lucci – At My Best Lyrics

    [Intro]
    June your a genius
    Know we started from the bottom nigga
    Think It’s A Game
    You know you don’t hustle you don’t eat nigga
    You know if you broke you don’t sleep nigga
    You know, long live all my niggas
    Yeah

    [Verse 1]
    Look, aye keep that Glock by my tommy
    Boy you know you pussy like right beneath her lil’ tummy
    I am the bomb and I advise you pussies stay far from me
    [?] high come drummin’
    Flow sick I might vomit
    Drop a brick on they head they better not hit no stomach
    All this lead in this pencil I’ma erase sum
    I’m from the gutter where snitches wear wires
    Ridin’ with mack and I ain’t talkin’ bout that boy off of The Wire
    Mack 11 on my side but that boy not a minor
    Make me come find ya
    Know I’m havin’ like your boss make me come sign ya
    You know that yapper bring the bitch up out him
    They know a punk bitch ain’t ever got shit up out him yeah
    Aye I can only hear the money you copy
    Play wit my dawg and we gon bring it to ya door like we tryna make sure you got it
    I use to make the honor roll but I ain’t make it through college
    Aye nowadays I might push the Rolls Royce down Collins

    [Chorus]
    At your best, you are love yeah
    Look, see we were broke I had to make sure we got it
    I swear it took a long time but I still went and got it yeah
    That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
    When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
    I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
    I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
    At your best, you are love yeah
    Ain’t a thang they could say about me
    I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya

    [Verse 2]
    I love cheese like a rat, nigga you a rat
    My bitch weave cost a rack
    And bitch we don’t internet beef we just wack shit
    Louie backpack stay filled with them jacks in it
    Diamonds dancin’ like Michael my bitch a Janet
    I’ma put my brother on and have my man’s lit
    Aye you know Boxdale with that pull up sprayin’ shit
    Aye ain’t a dollar in this world to make my man switch
    You wear a skirt nigga, that ain’t no man shit
    They checkin’ everybody but the one they hang wit
    Got my niggas down bad, lil’ niggas tellin’ on my niggas and you proud of that?

    [Chorus]
    That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
    When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
    I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
    I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
    At your best, you are love yeah
    Ain’t a thang they could say about me
    I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya yeah hey

    [Outro]
    At your best you are love, ain’t a thang they could say bout me
    I’ma talk my shit nigga, fly nigga


  • Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

    [Verse 1: Fabolous]
    Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
    I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
    Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
    Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
    Yeah, but it’s all for my family
    The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
    I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
    I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
    I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
    More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
    Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
    A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
    I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
    I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
    Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
    Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
    In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
    I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
    I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
    That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
    We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
    Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
    It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
    Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

    [Interlude: Jadakiss]
    You see?
    Without hope, it ain’t nothing
    HA-HAAAEEH!
    I like this shit, you should love it
    (Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

    [Verse 2: Jadakiss]
    Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
    Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
    The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
    Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
    Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
    When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
    To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
    And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
    Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
    As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
    Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
    And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
    Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
    Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
    The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
    How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
    No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
    Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
    From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
    Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
    I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
    Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
    (POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
    Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…


  • Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food

    [Verse 1: Fabolous]
    Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
    I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
    Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
    Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
    Yeah, but it’s all for my family
    The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
    I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
    I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
    I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
    More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
    Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
    A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
    I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
    I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
    Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
    Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
    In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
    I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
    I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
    That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
    We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
    Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
    It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
    Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

    [Interlude: Jadakiss]
    You see?
    Without hope, it ain’t nothing
    HA-HAAAEEH!
    I like this shit, you should love it
    (Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

    [Verse 2: Jadakiss]
    Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
    Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
    The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
    Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
    Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
    When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
    To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
    And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
    Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
    As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
    Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
    And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
    Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
    Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
    The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
    How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
    No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
    Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
    From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
    Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
    I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
    Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
    (POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
    Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…


  • O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed

    My life good, so good
    I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

    [Hook]
    Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    I’m too blessed to be stressed

    [Verse 1]
    Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
    You remember we was locked up
    He a trusty, got his own broom
    My lil nigga coming home soon
    Track through the path
    Whip through the class
    Pot on the stove
    Stretch like a rag
    Came in a foreign, left in a jag
    Took her to the store, left with a bag
    I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
    I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
    Thank god so I pray
    We done came a long way, aye aye

    [Hook]
    Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    I’m too blessed to be stressed

    [Verse 2]
    What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
    Drunk but I’m about to get high today
    Said she want to see a nigga right away
    I got to fly today
    Get to miles up, money pile up
    All these niggas stuck
    Why you wined up?
    Thought it was luck, never gave up
    Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
    Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
    Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
    I done came a long way
    Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

    [Hook]
    Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
    I’m too blessed to be stressed
    I’m too blessed to be stressed


  • Jay Rock – King’s Dead lyrics

    Part I

    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
    You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
    I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
    I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
    This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
    This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

    [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
    And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
    MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
    Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
    Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
    I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
    I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
    Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
    Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
    I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
    My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
    My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
    My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
    I got pull, I hope y’all ready
    My tank on full, you know, unleaded
    I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
    I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
    My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
    My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
    My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
    Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
    I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
    I rain all day, you know, confetti
    I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
    I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

    [Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
    Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
    You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
    I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
    Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
    I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
    I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
    I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
    Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
    I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
    I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
    I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

    [Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
    La di da di da, slob on me knob
    Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
    La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
    Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
    Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

    [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
    Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
    You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
    I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
    I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
    I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
    This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
    This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

    Part II

    [Intro: James Blake]
    Changes
    Is you gon’ do something?
    What you want?

    [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
    Red light, green light, red light, green light
    Red light, green light, they like, we like
    Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
    Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
    Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
    I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
    Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
    I was absent, never OG, standout
    I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
    In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
    Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
    Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
    They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
    Yeah, God, tee off the day
    Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
    Throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
    Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
    Fuck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
    Fuck your mom, f*ck your family, f*ck your drive
    Fuck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
    Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
    Not your reason, not your future
    Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
    Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
    Not your message, not your freedom
    Not your people, not your neighbor
    Not your baby, not your equal
    Not the title y’all want me under
    All hail King Killmonger
    Red light, green light, red light, green light
    Red light, green light, they like, we like
    Fast cars


  • Soulja Boy – Bankroll (Big Soulja Album)

    [Chorus]
    Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
    Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
    It’s just how we roll
    Cause we roll
    I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
    Bad bitches [?]
    So we gone, gone
    Gone, gone

    [Verse One]
    I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
    Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
    On the stage and I’m in beast mode
    Hundreds in my bankroll
    Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
    Lean inside my double-cup
    Pulled up in a Lambo
    Hop out like Rambo
    Lotta goons, lotta ammo
    Lotta guns, lotta ammo

    [Chorus x2]
    Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
    Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
    It’s just how we roll
    Cause we roll
    I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
    Bad bitches [?]
    So we gone, gone
    Gone, gone


  • Rose Royce – Show Me lyrics

    Ah yes baby you know
    I have a Rolls Royce
    A Mercedes Benz
    And a yacht out in marina
    Maybe we can take a trip
    And you know

    Just go out to the Bahamas
    Or Paris, or London, you know
    I know all the stars, baby
    In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
    In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
    Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

    You told me about your fancy cars
    You told me all your friends were stars
    You said that we could get away
    Maybe take a holiday

    I hope that it won’t be too long
    You saw that i could sing a song
    You got this and you got that
    And i’ll end up flat on my back
    Oh you got to show me, show me

    Show me baby It ain’t no lie
    Show me baby In front of my eyes
    Show me baby It ain’t no lie
    Show me baby In front of my eyes

    You know that you’re my only girl
    If i could, i’ll give you the world
    You said baby you just stick with me
    And one day you’ll surely see
    No more wastin’ my time

    You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
    Baby, you got to make me see
    You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
    You told me about your fancy cars
    You told me all your friends were stars
    You said that we could get away (get away boy)
    Maybe take a holiday

    I hope that it won’t be too long, no
    You saw that i could sing a song
    You got this and you got that
    And i’ll end up flat on my back
    No more wastin’ my time
    You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
    Baby you got to make me see
    You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

    Show me baby It ain’t no lie
    Show me baby In front of my eyes
    Show me baby It ain’t no lie
    Show me baby In front of my eyes
    Show me baby, show me baby
    You got to show me boy
    Show me baby, show me baby…


  • Future – Hallucinating (Hndrxx Album)

    Astronaut
    Yeah yeah

    I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
    Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
    Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
    Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
    I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
    Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
    That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
    Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

    I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
    The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

    I could turn a stripper to a diva
    Chinchilla on her, that’s a PETA
    Shawty light the gun like Bonita
    Rock stars goin’ like the Beatles
    I took Styrofoam to the meeting
    Three cellphones when you greet me
    Got a bitch waiting in the lounge
    I done have to move a few pounds

    Looking at my chain don’t drown, and put the diamonds in the mouth
    All bad bitches pop out
    When a nigga steppin’ out the house
    Every day we walk the red carpet
    Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

    I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
    Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
    Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
    Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
    I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
    Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
    That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
    Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

    I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
    The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

    All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
    All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
    My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
    I was kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

    Looking at my chain don’t drown
    And I put the diamonds in your mouth
    All bad bitches pop out
    When a nigga steppin’ out the house
    Every day we walk the red carpet
    Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

    I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
    Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
    Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
    Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
    I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
    Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
    That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
    Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

    I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
    The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

    It’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
    I ain’t ever gon’ fold up
    I had turbo’d off my motor
    I was pushin’ boulders
    I gave you some closure when I bought the Rover


  • Booba – A3 (Autopsie 0 Album)

    [Couplet unique]
    Je ne fais pas partie du troupeau, j’égorge les gardes-champêtre
    Prends les armes avec moi si t’es mon poto
    Animal galeux j’vais pas chez le docteur je vais chez le véto
    J’ai les couilles en or j’passe pas les détecteurs de métaux
    Sans le génie le sport, l’argent facile, c’était mon ghetto
    Jamais je ne me plierai, jamais je ne serai un bon négro
    Enculé je vais te fumer, j’vais prendre 10 piges, je serai plus le king de la city
    Énervé dans le 92 izi car fouetté dans le Mississipi
    Pimp mon gamos chez Xzibit, suce moi la bite sans faire d’chichis
    B2OBA, on s’embrouille là-bas je t’enterre ici
    Lunatic depuis la naissance, sisi
    Avec du sang d’esclave j’écris cette missive, mon blase gravé sur le missile
    Tant que j’serai sur la piste, rapper sera un métier à haut risques
    Essaye d’accorder tes choristes au chant d’une météorite
    Hey ho de quoi tu parles ? C’est violent depuis le préau
    Big boss, je tire les pénos, Rolls Royce je fais des créneaux
    C’est K.O.2.P. qui joue, pourquoi tu demandes "c’est qui qui mène ?" ?
    Négro est-ce moi qui aime l’oseille ou lui qui m’aime ?
    Il m’en a fallu, il m’en faut, il m’en faudra
    Pour pas rouler en Skoda, ne pas décevoir maître Yoda
    Descendant de terres d’Afrique, quand je baise ça sent le musc
    Cerveau en très bon état, 95 kilos de muscles


  • Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel (feat. Gucci Mane)

    [Intro: Young Dolph]
    It’s Dolph
    It’s Gucci
    It’s Dolph

    [Verse 1: Young Dolph]
    Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
    I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
    2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
    But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
    For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
    Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
    For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
    Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
    Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
    Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
    You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
    The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
    Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
    I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
    Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
    I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
    I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
    You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
    I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
    Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
    Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
    And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
    Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
    Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
    Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
    ‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
    Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
    And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
    And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
    And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
    Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
    I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
    Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
    I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
    I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
    You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
    I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel


  • Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Dolph]
    It’s Dolph
    It’s Gucci
    It’s Dolph

    [Verse 1: Young Dolph]
    Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
    I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
    2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
    But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
    For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
    Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
    For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
    Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
    Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
    Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
    You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
    The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
    Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
    I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
    Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
    I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
    I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
    You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
    I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
    Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
    Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
    And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
    Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
    Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
    Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
    ‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
    Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
    And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
    And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
    And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

    [Hook: Gucci Mane]
    Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
    Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
    I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
    Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
    I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
    I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
    You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
    I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel


  • Woke up like this – Playboi Carti lyrics

    Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

    Know I got a lot, lot
    I’ma rockstar
    I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
    I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

    Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
    I woke up to niggas sounding like me
    Woke up to niggas talking like me
    Woke up to niggas sounding like me
    Woke up to niggas talking like me.

    Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
    Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
    My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
    I heard these niggas wanna fight me
    Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
    We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
    f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
    I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
    I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
    She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
    b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
    Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

    Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
    I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
    Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
    Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
    Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

    Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
    Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
    These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
    “f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
    That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
    I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
    Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
    Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
    Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
    That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
    These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
    No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

    Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
    I woke up to niggas sounding like me
    Woke up to niggas talking like me
    I woke up to niggas sounding like me
    Woke up to niggas talking like me.

    Oh I think they like me, that she like me
    The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
    I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
    With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
    Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
    I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
    And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
    And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
    I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
    Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
    Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
    Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
    Woke up like this.

    Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
    Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
    I woke up to niggas sounding like me
    Woke up to niggas talking like me
    I woke up to niggas sounding like me
    Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
    Playboi Carti lyrics
    Video this


  • Future – Hallucinating Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Astronaut
    Yeah yeah

    [Chorus]
    I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
    Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
    Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
    Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
    I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
    Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
    That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
    Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

    [Post-Chorus]
    I’m not done nigga
    But this check and I have fucked it up
    The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

    [Verse 1]
    I could turn a stripper into a diva
    Chinchilla on her, that’s PETA
    Shot might be gone up a needle
    Rockstar goin’ like the Beatles
    I took styrofoam to the meeting
    Three cellphones with engravin’
    Got a bitch waitin’ in the lounge
    I’d have to move a few pounds

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
    End up with the diamonds in your mouth
    All bad bitches pop out
    When the niggas still live in the house
    Everyday we walk the red carpet
    Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

    [Chorus]
    I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
    Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
    Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
    Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
    I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
    Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
    That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
    Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

    [Post-Chorus]
    I’m not done nigga
    But this check and I have fucked it up
    The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

    [Verse 2]
    All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
    All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
    My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
    I’ve been kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
    End up with the diamonds in your mouth
    All bad bitches pop out
    When the niggas still live in the house
    Everyday we walk the red carpet
    Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

    [Chorus]
    I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
    Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
    Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
    Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
    I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
    Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
    That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
    Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

    [Post-Chorus]
    I’m not done nigga
    But this check and I have fucked it up
    The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

    [Outro]
    Guess it’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
    They ain’t ever gon’ fold up
    I had turbo on my motor
    I’ll push ’em boulders
    I gave you some closure, been about the Rover


  • Young Dolph – Whole Lot

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

    [Verse 1]
    One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
    What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
    I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
    I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
    Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
    I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
    Big diamonds, big, timin’
    One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
    One milly, two milly, three milly, four
    Go get the money, nigga go
    Got paper on my motherfucking mind
    Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

    [Verse 2]
    Pull up, jump out, something foreign
    Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
    Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
    Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
    A lot of whips, a lot of ice
    A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
    Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
    400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
    She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
    These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast


  • Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

    [Verse 1]
    One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
    What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
    I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
    I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
    Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
    I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
    Big diamonds, big, timin’
    One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
    One milly, two milly, three milly, four
    Go get the money, nigga go
    Got paper on my motherfucking mind
    Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

    [Verse 2]
    Pull up, jump out, something foreign
    Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
    Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
    Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
    A lot of whips, a lot of ice
    A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
    Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
    400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
    She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
    These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast


  • Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

    [Verse 1]
    One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
    What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
    I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
    I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
    Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
    I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
    Big diamonds, big, timin’
    One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
    One milly, two milly, three milly, four
    Go get the money, nigga go
    Got paper on my motherfucking mind
    Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

    [Verse 2]
    Pull up, jump out, something foreign
    Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
    Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
    Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
    A lot of whips, a lot of ice
    A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
    Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
    400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
    She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
    These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

    [Hook]
    I got a whole lot of guap
    Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
    I got a whole lot of cars
    Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
    I smoke a whole lot of weed
    I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
    I sold a whole lot of bags
    I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast


  • Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall

    [Verse 1]
    All I do is hit Neiman’s
    All I do is hit Barneys
    All I do is hit Gucci
    All I do is get money
    All I do is hit Hermans
    All I do is hit Louis
    All I do it hit Burberry
    All I do is get Jewelry
    All I do is call my Jeweler
    Have him pee on my neck
    Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
    [?] and can fuck you the week after next
    When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
    These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
    I’m in a Rolls Royce
    I’m doing donuts
    He wants to spray me
    She wants to rape me
    She is looking sneaky
    He is looking flaky

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall

    [Verse 2]
    She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
    You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
    She like for real, that’s all?
    I’m like girl you fucking smart
    When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
    When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
    Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
    And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
    I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
    You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
    Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
    Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
    Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

    [Hook]
    All a young nigga know is finesse
    Before you come to me, you better get a check
    Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
    Hopped out on em looking like a check
    $6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
    All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
    All I do is pull out racks
    All I do is fucking ball
    All I do is pop tags
    All I do is fuck the mall