• Tag Archives Tom Ford
  • D-block Europe – Free 22 Lyrics

    (Ooh, Jony)

    [Dirtbike LB:]
    Nothing good lasts, it will end in a minute
    Love when you smile and I love when you winning
    I need some help, on my lone and I’m thinking
    Love when you smile and I love when you winning
    I want your drugs and the love, I need both
    I got some drugs in my Louis V coat
    I pull up on niggas for racks that they owe
    We outside for numbers and baby, they know (Baby, they know)

    I pull my bitch to the side
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (One More time)
    I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)
    I pull my bitch to the side
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
    I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)

    She lovin’ my sweater, Tom Ford on my clothes
    Still think the money won’t change me
    I seen my nigga fall off for these hoes
    And I still think this nigga gone crazy
    Designer, the flowers, the powers is bud
    Designers aince tablets, I mix it with more
    I made mistakes, now I’m losing your love
    Girl, be patient, please stay with me
    Amiri jeans, whips with the same GD
    Audemars Patek with the same VV
    I stole your heart, girl, stay with me
    I think she play with me
    p*ssy so tight, got me buying LV
    p*ssy so tight, can you stay with me?
    I just spent twenty-five, five on V’s
    I just spent plenty time, time on me
    Love more trap, will they hear me now?
    Virgil, this t-shirt ain’t even out
    I got therapy so they hear me out
    I need help, someone make me feel better now
    I got the devil inside, can I let him out?
    Louis, my luggage I’m flying out
    I just Dior my trainers, I’m flyer now
    We ain’t seeing the opps when we’re riding out

    Nothing good lasts, it will end in a minute
    Love when you smile and I love when you winning
    I need some help, on my lone and I’m thinking
    Love when you smile and I love when you winning
    I want your drugs and the love, I need both
    I got some drugs in my Louis V coat
    I pull up on niggas for racks that they owe
    We outside for numbers and baby, they know (Baby, they know)

    I pull my bitch to the side

    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
    I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)
    I pull my bitch to the side
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
    I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)

    [Young Adz:]
    Broski a shooter, he look like he play for the Lakers
    This shotty will wake up the neighbours
    I haven’t seen you in some ages
    I’m around strangers, need some familiar faces
    This life is so draining
    Coke in the pot, let it set like a cookie and then I just drain it
    I got a brick of Adaan and a brick of madow
    And I got different phones
    Two different watches, I wear them two different time
    I got two girls in different zones
    I’m on the strip with a pole
    Living so reckless, I got a stripper at home
    I’m smoking hashish
    She can’t take no pics, her daddy’s a G
    Killed the game and f*cked it annually
    My niggas in jail smoking amber the leaf, worst times
    Said, "It ain’t never felt like that" since her first time
    Rap star and we make birds fly
    Now she wanna talk ’bout birth signs
    Ex-boyfriend hate number 29
    Now she sayin’ that she couldn’t pick no worse guy
    I’ma run up some M’s with these works
    Then put new burners and bricks on the curb

    [Dirtbike LB:]
    Nothing good lasts, it will end in a minute
    Love when you smile and I love when you winning
    I need some help, on my lone and I’m thinking
    Love when you smile and I love when you winning
    I want your drugs and the love, I need both
    I got some drugs in my Louis V coat
    I pull up on niggas for racks that they owe
    We outside for numbers and baby, they know

    I pull my bitch to the side
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
    I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)
    I pull my bitch to the side
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
    I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
    I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)


  • Slaughter Gang Tip – No Brain

    A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
    I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
    Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
    Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
    Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
    Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
    Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
    Bentayga with no brain in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

    B***h you broke and boujee, your nigga sad and losing
    I got a new Kel-Tec but I might use the Uzi
    Sipping on Hi-Tech, we don’t do the deuces
    A hundred K each show, tell me who is losing
    I got a new freak ho, she tryna do the booty
    I got the pink molly in, yes I still get booted
    That nigga missed all his shots, tell me who is shooting
    Three stripes on my clothes b***h, yeah it’s Gucci
    Tom Ford lense on, I can see you chosing
    She put you in the friendzone, now you looking stupid
    Can’t fall in love with no freak ho, b***h my name ain’t Cupid
    A hundred guns from the pawn shop, I can’t wait to use it.

    A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
    I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
    Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
    Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
    Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
    Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
    Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
    Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

    Dressed in Gucci, Fendi, b***h stay out my business
    Last nigga tried me, I ain’t leave no witness
    This a real trap house, I don’t take no pennies
    I get a hundred pounds in like I’m LA Fitness
    This a real boss plate, I don’t eat at Denny’s
    Dope selling real good and it’s finger licking
    Twenty racks to my shooter, yeah, trappin’ out an Uber
    F**k your gang, I rep Bermuda versuri-lyrics.info
    Pull up wrong I just might shoot you
    Big Backwoods, I don’t smoke no hookahs
    She ain’t got no walls, I look right through her
    I made her suck it up, ’til her jaws lock
    After this first nut b***h you goin’ on call block.

    A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
    I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
    Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
    Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
    Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
    Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
    Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
    Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatmenttt.(no brain)


  • Shy Glizzy – Quiet Storm Lyrics

    [Intro: Shy Glizzy]
    Yeah
    We know who Dope Boy is
    It’s a storm coming
    Boom boom boom boom boom

    [Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
    I’m going hard for it, I had to starve for it
    Remember when I ain’t have no money, I had to rob for it
    Stood on the block for it, ran from the cops for it
    We still be trappin’ out them houses with the cardboard
    But don’t be trippin’ over here, no shit is not yours
    I heard you saving that lil bitch, better do some time for her
    I make her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors
    And she gon’ get right to it pronto, my lil fine whore
    She asked me what is my cologne, lil bitch that’s Tom Ford
    Now let me slam all in that pussy like a backboard
    The trap niggas up now, look at the chalkboards
    Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it back boy

    [Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
    Oh why my heart so cold, and why my watch so froze (burr)
    Really I don’t know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe)
    You see I’m doing numbers, I’m runnin’ out the dungeon
    You hear the birds hummin’, where goes the thunder
    It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming
    I got real hundreds, yeah all she want is money
    You see we came from nothing, you better get to running
    It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming

    [Outro: Bigga Rankin]
    One thing I learned growing up in these streets is that you can’t run from the storm forever. You got to learn to stand up to it. See there is dignity in surviving a storm. You won’t ever walk out of a storm the same person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm that came your way. It’s your time to rain!


(Verse 1)
The diamonds in my Rollie, I know you see them dancing
I plan to buy a bigger one, my next advance check
Faded in Vegas, well, that’s one hell of a night
I wear Tom Ford suits to watch the Mayweather fight
Or Designer fronty frames and the dreams of a mansion
That’s the dopest cocaine, that’s expensive
Don’t expect me to love you if you ain’t my type
Watermelon Gucci pumps, girl, you love that life

(Chorus)
I say, hey
Hey, mister
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man

(Verse 2)
Ladies and gentlemen
I got a Tyson ambition with a Mandela smile
All my bi**hes mad that I ain’t called in a while
If a ni**a talks s**t, then it’s coffins and curtains
Bag him up and ship them, that’s the customer service
Don’t get it faded, my ni**a, don’t get it twisted
I’m a little violent when I’m faded and twisted
All the money motivate myself and my ni**as
And if you got a problem with it, then it’s f**k you, my ni**a
I’m as large as it comes, I give a f**k who don’t like it
Ask his Minnesota Twins how they liking my, bi**h

(Chorus 2)
Hit them with that voodoo, that’s that boom boom pow
I had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child
Had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child
Had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child