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  • Dreamville – LamboTruck Lyrics

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    [Chorus: Childish Major]
    Ayy, what’s those? You want these
    You gotta have fees plus more
    So much heat you can’t hold
    A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
    What’s those? You want these
    You gotta have fees plus more
    So much heat you can’t hold
    Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold

    [Verse 1: Cozz]
    Oh yeah
    Lookin’ great but feeling bummy
    I just ate, but still I’m hungry
    I got something, but I ain’t nothing
    Brother tummy isn’t chubby
    Bills like nymphos, they keep coming
    Always something, something, something
    Copped some things but I ain’t fed
    Dreams alive, my wallet dead
    Pockets been bleeding
    I got a reason to commit treason
    But I’ma hit REASON and see what he think
    About how he been treated at TDE
    ‘Cause I done been scheming
    Schoolboy just dropped, give me the cue
    I’m desperate enough to go do what it do
    SZA done popped and y’all got Dot
    I heard Jay Rock has been moving them units
    Soul and Isaiah Rashad, boy, you niggas really at the top
    Almost thought about popping a Glock
    But a nigga ain’t stupid and I ain’t a shooter
    But who really is until they provoked?
    Nigga, this hunger got me finna choke
    Starting to think that this isn’t a joke
    Gave up the liquor, I’m bringing the smoke
    I talked to Bas, we fiending for more
    A nigga done tried speaking to Cole
    He be too busy but he be the bro
    Shit, fuck it, I know how it go
    So if I can’t get a response from my label
    And get some more food on my table
    We can turn this thing into a fable
    And take what I can if I’m able

    [Chorus: Childish Major]
    Ayy, what’s those? You want these
    You gotta have fees plus more
    So much heat you can’t hold
    A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
    What’s those? You want these
    Gotta have fees plus more
    So much heat you can’t hold
    Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold

    [Verse 2: REASON]
    Yeah yeah, woah
    Top Dawg with some Dreamers
    Can’t believe it, you surprised, ‘prised
    I been on the same shit, getting brain, I’m such a wise guy
    Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don’t die die
    I’m not just gonna slide on you, my nigga, we gon’ slide slide
    Made a living staying posted like I’m Diesel, this no sequel
    This that third times a charm and I been charming, Cozz been evil
    You get clips, this hammer regal
    Unexpected, there you have, it’s been affected
    So ill, these words infectious
    I don’t do ho shit, niggas so hopeless
    I been on pro shit, this West Coast shit
    We don’t negotiate with roaches
    I keep it player, never need coaches
    Never need towels, no teammate
    Drink some Jamie, I can’t see straight
    Cheese like Green Bay, roger that
    New West niggas, me and Cozz been that
    Good weed bring a nigga asthma back
    Getting good bread, got my wallet stacked
    Lately, been spinning like laundromats
    Lately, I been seeing all kinds of black
    Wait, look, I’m lying, look
    Cozz, look, I done been broke too long
    Nigga bills too long, can’t hide that, nigga
    Cole just pulled up in a Lamborghini truck
    On the homies and God, we should rob that nigga

    [Verse 3: Cozz & REASON]
    Rob that nigga?
    Yeah, rob that nigga
    Look, Rob, my nigga
    You could try, but Cole ain’t a thot, my nigga
    Wait Cozz, I ain’t sayin’ he a thot, my nigga
    Look, let me explain
    We could tie Ib up
    Throw him in the back of a Lamborghin’ truck
    Cole do something, we could let a Glock squeeze up
    Wait chill, ease up
    I ain’t really trying to get involved, my nigga, look
    We ain’t got the same father or mother, but that’s my brother
    Can’t cross my nigga
    Shit, well I’m Top Dawg, my nigga, so
    I ain’t gotta pay a cost, my nigga
    Your loss, my nigga, just don’t off that nigga
    Shit, fuck it, I’ll stop
    Look, let’s make a deal
    While I go and rob Cole, you go rob Top
    Cool

    [Outro: REASON]
    Picture me having what they told me I should have
    I’ve been living off scraps, I done sold a couple packs
    I been smoking potent, sippin’ slow, fuck you think I’m in it for?
    I’m just tryna make a bag
    I’ll be damned if I ain’t make a bag
    Thinking slow, living fast
    Nice guys finish last
    West Coast, getting cash
    Niggas think they balling, they done made a couple wads
    Just a couple West niggas, we gon’ show you how to rob


  • DJ Khaled – Won’t Take My Soul Lyrics

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    [Intro: DJ Khaled]
    I’ve been thinking about it all
    I’ve been thinking about it all
    We the Best music! DJ Khaled!

    [Chorus: CeeLo Green]
    You can see the pain in my eyes
    See the tracks in my tears
    Feel it deep in my body
    You don’t know where I came from
    I can’t go back, no, I can’t run
    I won’t do that for nobody
    This world’s so cold
    I can’t ever break my code
    You won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever
    And I’m all alone
    I ain’t got no one to hold
    But you won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever

    [Verse 1: Nas]
    Love is a myth, unless it’s your mother, father and kids
    You beg to dif’
    Forgive ’em for their ignorance
    They not rememberin’
    I gotta give them their discipline
    Remember when I used to suffer
    Struggle through daily pain?
    I got it good now
    I’m talkin’ a mental plane
    Silencin’ all the noise
    Pray for the day I bust a nina on that bitch who shot Selena
    Then I rejoice, uh
    We some fathers to our boys
    Birth a boy, you rich for life, see the joy
    I live to see my kids doin’ business
    Tell ’em everything’s business
    Basically, everything’s a business
    So make it your business to get it

    [Chorus: CeeLo Green]
    You can see the pain in my eyes
    See the tracks in my tears
    Feel it deep in my body
    You don’t know where I came from
    I can’t go back, no, I can’t run
    I won’t do that for nobody
    This world so cold
    I can’t ever break my code
    You won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever
    And I’m all alone
    I ain’t got no one to hold
    But you won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever

    [Verse 2: Nas]
    I had no Damon Dash as my partner
    Just maniacs, wish I had a Damon
    I woulda been straighter with that shit
    No Puffs, I had crack sellers to trust
    No Suges, not even no havin’ your shit when we change
    How the patterns go
    Free Bill Underwood
    Morris Levy was free, grabbin’ dough
    Status quo straight from the barrios
    Khaled know how the Calico was blowin’
    To all my dawgs CEOin’
    P and Coach K and Top Dawg, see, we growin’
    Brother, my Highbridge niggas a lotta weed smokin’
    Later I had my dawg Steve missin’
    Lightey and my man Shakir
    Damn, I wish all my dawgs was here
    You can see that we all some kings in our eyes

    [Chorus: CeeLo Green]
    You can see the pain in my eyes
    See the tracks in my tears
    Feel it deep in my body
    You don’t know where I came from
    I can’t go back, no, I can’t run
    I won’t do that for nobody
    This world so cold
    I can’t ever break my code
    You won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever
    And I’m all alone
    I ain’t got no one to hold
    But you won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever take my soul
    You won’t ever


  • Schoolboy Q – That Part (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

    Me no conversate with the fake, that part
    All my bitches independent bitches, that part
    I just want the paper, that part
    All my bitches flavored
    That part, that part, that part, that part

    Ayy! That part
    Bang this shit in the hood one time
    Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
    Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
    Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

    Quarter million, switchin’ lanes, that part
    Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that part
    405 with the gun off safe, that part
    Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
    Rich or poo nigga, pick your fate
    Style on top of style, nigga
    Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
    Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
    Pushed Porsches down Broadway
    I’ve been divin’ in different hoes, nigga
    Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
    Got an engine back with the top in it
    Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

    Me no conversate with the fake, that part
    All my bitches independent bitches, that part
    I just want the paper, that part
    All my bitches flavored
    That part, that part, that part, that part

    Okay, okay, okay
    Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
    Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
    Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
    Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
    I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
    Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
    Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
    Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
    Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
    That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
    If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
    Have the paparazzi doin’ back-flips
    If I lay you down on the mattress
    Blow the back out ’til you backless
    Thick, we already established
    She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
    Yeah! Okay
    Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
    Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
    Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
    Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

    Me no conversate with the fake, that part
    All my bitches independent bitches, that part
    I just want the paper, that part
    All my bitches flavored
    That part, that part, that part, that part

    Ayy! That part
    Bang this shit in the hood one time
    Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
    Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
    Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

    Few million made and still ain’t changed, that part
    Me, my girl got matchin’ bling, that part
    I’mma get so blowed, I’mma lose my brain, that part
    Me and XO only thing go straight
    Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
    Style on top of style, nigga
    Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
    Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
    When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
    Got a Chevy with side to side on it
    Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
    Got a chopper to stand the fire too
    I put your Uzi down beside you

    Me no conversate with the fake, that part
    All my bitches independent bitches, that part
    I just want the paper, that part
    All my bitches flavored
    That part, that part, that part, that part
    Ayy! That part
    That part
    That part

    Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
    I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
    Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
    Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
    Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
    Ain’t say shit, nigga
    You was listenin’ close though
    You was listenin’ to hoes though
    You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
    Listen to the ‘Go
    Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go though
    I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
    When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
    And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
    Get that nigga on the phone
    Top Dawg on the phone!
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!