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Taysav – Shark Tunes Lyrics

[Verse]
Late nights on that corner used to be everything
They done took away everything from my niggas
Gotta make a way for my niggas
I know Pappy with me in spirit, but that still ain’t good enough
But it’s good enough for them tools bustin’ your moves bust, but that’s stupid stuff
I’m tryna make it out this hellhole, that’ll be the day that hell froze
‘Cause you niggas dumb, brought the devil out
Might as well of brought your shovel out
‘Cause your soul and body goin’ underground, I don’t f*ck around
Hundred bands, that’s nothin’ now
I’ma probably spend it at the summer now, on a summer house
I miss some niggas that’s missing
Step out the frame, take yourself out the picture
Now tell me if you see what’s bigger
Tell me if you see a million
Pappy he gave me the vision
He told me to make sure the fans see the riches
To be out of town f*ckin’ all of they bitches
And pull out the lot bearin’ all of the business
He told me to make sure OG get a mansion
Look after my sister Tamryn
Give her bread just to manage
Give him some bread just to jack it
Go ‘head and splash it, we poppin’ tags ’cause we never had it
I just wanna live lavish, twenty mil in the stash like nigga we made it
I’m feelin’ great but I wanna feel better so I’m gettin’ faded
Perc-30’s I’m takin’, Backwoods what I’m facin’, we done upgraded
Came a long way from not havin’ cable, food on the table
I just want to do better, so in this shit I can’t let up
My own brother got wet up
How do you think that I feel? p*ssy I want to go kill
Thinkin’ like why the f*ck would I chill, if that’s my blood gettin’ spilled, huh?

You niggas don’t know that feeling
You don’t know about stashin’ poles in the ceiling
You don’t know about on the pole in the winter
When a nigga try to leave you froze in December
You don’t know about neck shots in September
It’s a whole lot of shit we don’t talk about
Free the guys locked up, can’t wait ’til they walkin’ out
Them is my dogs and we got lots to bark about
Broad day, night time, we’ll spark it out
I’ll show you what the sharks about
I’ll show you what the boys from the park about
I’ll show you how to blow when I hawk you down
It don’t even feel the same when I walk around ’cause I miss my niggas
On the other side pullin’ them triggers
Poppin’ though like they were that nigga, now you gone
Soon as we hop out I’m already blowin’
Soon as I’m blowin’ I’m already scorin’
Soon as I’m scorin’ I’m already runnin’ out
Shots in his face, like I told you don’t f*ck around
Lil nigga now what?
Me and gang roll him up in a fat blunt
Me and Lu slide down with the gats up
If a nigga ain’t dead, better act slumped
Free the gang for the work, that’s Spazz Out
That’s Shotta plus Lil Steve be back down
Couple days Big (?) be back down
Couple months, Leeky Leek be back down
I don’t know how to act now
So I’m ridin’ with the MAC now
If you try to run, blow his back out
f*ck around, ran up twenty-three racks now
Gonna go blow that, two or three bags now
Glock-22 got twenty-three, back down
‘Fore you get sat down, I got a sack now
I shop at Saks now, I’m throwin’ racks now
Missing my niggas, I wish I was back now, gang

Roddy Ricch – Perfect Time Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons (Yeah)
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 1]
Late night, I’ve been cruisin’ down the interstate
Late night, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot of niggas hate
Told my dawg let’s pour tons of Ace
If he talkin’ out his lip, we gotta give cuz a taste
I can’t let no niggas mock my name
Especially when these lil’ niggas see me as reputable
And the OG’s respect me that done came out my section
We just bought Cullinan just to maintain
I talk to him, my brother ‘nem, he on the same thang
We just tryna motivate, bought the AP, show the face
Feel like I’m a Zoe today, feel like I’m a woe today
I was in Miami with a bitch, gave me cold face
She had this dick on her noseplate

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what love is, I can’t tell
Everybody come around like carousel, hmm
She got a birthday cake like it’s my twenty-first
I done came a long way, I made it out the dirt, yeah
See my niggas in the hearse, havin’ nightmares in church
Tryna make sure my mama got a couple racks in her purse
Got a showroom, car came from the top row, yeah
Don’t give no opps hope
I just gave my dawg a Rollie, told him take the clock approach

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

Trippie Redd – This Ain’t That Lyrics

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you’s a bitch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
I’m a fucking walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the fuck you ‘posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh
Bitch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ OG
This bitch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches ’cause these bitch look how it’s flexin’
You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)
Thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh
I’m just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin’ his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band
Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna fuck her then pass
Skrrt ’til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna fuck ’cause money up on her

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

Comethazine – Fuck Errbody Lyrics

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[Intro]
Grow up, nigga

[Chorus]
Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat

[Verse]
Give a fuck about her, give a fuck about him
Because neither of them give a fuck about me
Shut the fuck up, I am trying to feast
Twenty a month for my new house lease
Choker got me lookin’ like a dog on a leash
Bitch, I am a dog, but I’m wild and free
AR-15, it’ll blow out your teeth
Teach a young nigga how to go ’bout the beef
Go buy some heat, then stay by your piece
Sag real low, this a heavy XD
Balenci’ 43, these some heavy ass feet
Used to do heavy hits out the Chevy ’03
Every clerk at Shell in the hood know me
Copped Backwoods, dub on pump three
Put three up in the ‘Wood, then bump Pimp C

[Chorus]
Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat

Chief Keef – Sneeze Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah (Yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa)
GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 1]
Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain’t bench pressin’
Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson
But I don’t really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy
If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp, boy
Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it
They like “What the fuck’s a feature, ain’t got Keef on it”
This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it
At the top hangin’ off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it
If you lookin’ for me, I’m prolly in New Orleans
With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
Bitch a 223 chopper, that’s what Keef’ll bring

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 2]
Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you
Like we was shootin’ some craps, I mean to spot you
You’s a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you
I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
Diddy Boppin’ in the party, that’s Keef Hammer Dance
You can put me at the back and I’m still gon’ win
Stompin’ on the heads of my mufuckin’ mini-man
Brown brick mansion, lookin’ like some wheats, nigga
Six car garage, well I got three in them
Gotta go super far for the other three
Pull off and my shit soundin’ ugly

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang

Gunna – Idk Why Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Verse 1]
I’ma bet on me (Me)
I don’t care if it’s a dollar, I got three my partners, that’s a quarter each (That’s a quarter each)
I got some snakes in my collar, lil’ bitch, I’m a slime and we don’t ever sleep (Slime)
The commas are damn near robotic, it’s same color powder, whiter than a sheep (Sheep)
The pussy wet like she in heat (Yeah)
Dolce Gabbana on her feet (Yeah)
Young Gunna slime anaconda, we bite like piranhas, me and my brother Keed (Keed)
Took 30K the whole summer, now I want a hunna, I stopped bein’ cheap (Cheap)
Since that boy came out the gutter, now he chargin’ 50 thousand for a beat
I don’t work for free (No)
The salesman that know me in Barney’s say I smell like Biscotti mixed with Creed (Biscotti mixed with Creed)
I know some women adore me, tell me I’m the realest they seen (I’m the realest they done seen)
I keep my mind on my ’cause that’s really all a nigga ever need (That’s all a nigga ever needed)

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Verse 2]
I got better days (I got better days)
I moved my mom to the boondocks, we already used to sleepin’ in a cave (In a cave)
I started sellin’ that mota, makin’ me some moohla, servin’ out our place (Servin’ out our place)
Now I charge rappers for verses, do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade (Do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade)
I done got a raise (I done got a raise)
OG told me my future was bright, gotta wear the shades (Gotta wear your shades)
Blessed life so I paint the coupe all white just to give him praise (Just to give him praise)
Came a long way from sittin’ waitin’ in the line for the new J’s (Waitin’ in the line for the new J’s)
I can get away (I can get away)
You gonna need you a surfboard when it come to me and Wheezy wave (Me and Wheezy wave)
Can’t get bigger than who you work for ’cause you know some shit’ll prolly change (Shit’ll prolly change)
Charge that shit up ’til we’re worth more, we ain’t in the business for the fame (We ain’t in the business for the fame)

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Outro]
That’s a quarter each

Migos – Naw, Naw Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
Fuck nigga, you lie
Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

KSI – Beerus Lyrics

[Intro]
Randolph, yeah, yeah
Zeeshan

[Verse 1: Randolph]
Ah
You don’t like me that’s established
Keyboard warrior
Ugly ass catfish
You can never @ this
Out here, living that lavish life
You should be embarrassed, yikes
Cashin’ the vault so it’s safe to say
Your boy stayed dry on a rainy days
World flow, we set the stage
Walter White bitches say my name
Coming at me, you’ll need stamina
This ain’t for amateurs
Waiting for hours and hours
To shine on the camera
Still got you powerless
Life is a bitch but she look like an hourglass
Got no time for this shit
Doubling down because I’m tryna get rich
And I’m tryna take it to another level
Got a hundred bags full of hundred bezels
I’m a fuckin’ rebel, I shoot first
Carry the game cuz’ the shoes hurt
Put it all on my back
Weather the storm
It make it rain ’till it’s three in the morn’
From dirt, to rock, to private planes
Home studios to live on stage
And ain’t nothin’ changed
We’ve been goin’ in since day (day)
Uh, Loyalty pays (pays)
You’ve been waiting for that royalty wage (ah)
It’s never gonna come, is it? (woo)
Like your girl, don’t need her digits (woo)
Imma show her what a real man like (yeah)
Plenty commas when we fly (we fly)
No empty bottles they all night
But this life it’s ride or die

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
We will make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Verse 2: KSI]
Young winner young sinner, peace her when I’m done
And that head spinnin’ cash
Brotha I’m the breadwinner
Bread but I run ‘cus you wouldn’t be the soul
Son of Danny Glover, whipping out the Adams
So they never pop up
Woah
My life I’m keepin’ it all on the low
Who am I fuckin’, oh you wanna know
Started this all on my own
With that venomous flow as the C to the E to the O
I come and go with the fitness
Millions all over to witness
Millions all over the bank
Millions all over the business
Can’t come at me
Upper echelon
The real OG
The YouTube don
Fuck your number one, ‘cus I’m limitless
Don’t fuck with me, else I’m leavin’ you spiritless
Nah, nah, nah
Why is my ex tryin’a message, I don’t wanna talk to you
Nah, nah, nah
Even this guy want some money, you know I don’t fuck with you
Nah, nah, nah
Tweetin’ your peace on the net let me come there and humble you
Nah, nah, nah
I’m on a level where even the devil is scared of me
I got some enemies
Always want hate ’till I die, ‘cus I fucked up their legacy
Negative energies
All of the bitches I finish, I keep them in memory
Fuck with my enemies
I am the king of the sheep
You can stay as a wannabe
Keep being under me
I’m on another level
I’m a new age rebel ‘cus

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Outro: KSI]
Motherfucker (yeah)

G Herbo – All In Lyrics

[Verse]
Remember I was gang banging
Earning my lil stripes and got my name ranging
Rap got me getting money now my name ringing
Heard my cousin say that he gone let that fame change him
Yeah you right I might go buy 2 just to change ranges
Might run it up and think about you throw some change your way
Can’t go back to my old self I’m tryna change your ways
See my life from both ways
I ain’t been asleep in 4 days
Everybody off molly, cocaine
I prefer to stay in my lane
I know they funding me
They dying to see what go on in my brain
Might have 3 bad bitches with me I’m tryna get some 4 play
Take a pic when I wake up I fell asleep in Dolce
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much I lost the Rollie
Probably having too much too much fun I lost the Rollie
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much fun I lost the Rollie
I smoke 2 zips on canal
Woke up and popped a rozay
Got my bitch with me and she hot to 5th degree
I keep my stick with me it’s not like (?) efficiently
Shoot long range like Fazo
Run up just like Pistol P
I might go out like I’m Roc on the block where I be
I feel like Lil Gage that bitch just might be bigger than me
What happened to that boy still a mystery
Used to ride out with that sword but thats history
Now I’m selling out on tour guess that’s victory
I was born official
Gangster to the fucking gristle
My bitch a gangster
She get mad cause she can’t hold a pistol
I keep a lil shooter with me
Not to mention still got a lil shooter in me
Everywhere I go
Even when I’m on the go
Got a (?) Glock or ruger with me
What’s with me? XD
They gone settle for less
Rage out with the tec
Until they respect me
When it’s five out
Hit him in his face, chest, in the head, in his neck if a nigga test me
Never had bullet proof vests on me pull up on Essex and see
Won’t see my name on no statement
You ain’t tote them pipes get arrested with me
2 am back on the block it’s too hot know you ain’t (?)
Paid to record in new studios niggas ain’t had none invested in me
I met the streets before 21
Imma young OG a blessing to be
Wish I can get everybody but
We know the truth it be messing with me
Just cause I ain’t in the hood no more do that make me less of a G?
Niggas wanna see me up top with the rest of the Gs
And I’m in O’Hare airport LV backpack full of Gs
Or I’m at the (?) jumping off the Japanese
I’m in my black truck
Smoke one and I’m catching Zs
All I hear a bunch of fuck shit got me catching Zs
You rap niggas need to go out to some spelling bees
Killing yourself fucking with that fake promethazine
No it ain’t no clean
I used to drink on hella lean
Don’t let Instagram and fame infiltrate your team
I went home to 50k I was just a teen
If they head ain’t in the game then adjust your team

Juice WRLD – Armed & Dangerous Lyrics

[Intro]
Gun ’em down (Bih, yeah)
With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
Gun ’em down
Oh my God, huh
Ya dig
999 shit (Ayy)

[Chorus]
When I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (You dig? Skrr)

[Verse 1]
Walk in that bitch and I’m faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I’m faded
I got the M&M’s (Millions), called my mom, told her I made it
Yeah, mama, your son too famous, yeah, he on everybody playlist
But he’s still armed and dangerous, he’ll pop at a stranger
Sippin’ lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
Red or purple in the cup, which one should I pick today? Ayy, ayy
Sippin’ hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard
Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah
I’m swingin’ when I’m off the ecstasy, that’s a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that’s a Tony Stark, yeah
Pourin’ fours in a twenty, yeah, I’m soda pop, yeah
I’m O.C., three-gram wood full of OG
Give BM dick like Moby, uh, gonna make him flash, Adobe, uh
Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh
Bitch, I need it
Matter fact, fuck that shit, I’m rich, you can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn
Rich niggas over here (They over here), yeah
Broke niggas over there (They over there)
Why is you over here? (Why?)
Go over there (Go over, go over, go over there)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig? Look)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (Skrr)

Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics

Dun Deal on the track

Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them

Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening?
Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?
Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Juice WRLD – Got Nothing On Me Lyrics

[Hook]
Young, young nigga but I’m bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

[Verse 1]
Ooh, more drip than a typhoon
And I got a way with words, Doc Seuss
And I always keep some killers in the room
Make the tool go “ooh”
VVS Jewels, go “ooh”
Shine like a gold tooth
I’m the new ting
You’re the old news
Red bottom drippin’, like a Pyru
Bet your man can’t do what I was gon’ do
Girl you better pick a side, it’s him or I
Go on and leave him sick inside, Need an MRI
She know I’ve been gettin’ high, see it in my eyes
Avoid the lows, ayy
Pop pills with my bros, ayy
Hide the blues, in the back, so they don’t see
And check the Gucci, they forgot to check the Dolche
Vision blurry, still drive, I’ma be straight
Pullin’ up early to the cash, I won’t be late

[Hook]
Bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

[Verse 2]
Stunt so damn hard, I ain’t even notice she was standin’ there
I don’t even know about you, but shit, it feel like I’m the man in here
WIth that choppa, I’m a hot boy
Got a fan in here
On the corner of your block boy, like a thot boy
They hit your potato head, turn to tater tots boy
I’m a grown kid, used to loan that kids bop, boy
Hung up on yo bitch, if she hit me back, tell her my phone died
Really I was talkin’ to a bitch I met on the north side
I’m so confused, yeah I’m super high
I ask all the girls, I’m a super guy
Get my heart away, such a stupid guy
Still I ball so hard, I don’t even try

[Hook]
Bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
But I’m bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

Rich The Kid – Plug Walk [Leafs Remix] Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid & Leafs]
Ayy, ayy
Esketit, mayne, yeaah
Leafs Sensei

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 1: Leafs]
I’ll be going strong
Ik finesse je chick, King Kong
You be in the [?]
Nigga, I ain’t done (nigga, I ain’t done)
Tell me what you lingo
Anders schop ik herres met m’n gringo
Got your bitch sittin’ on my D, tho
But I ain’t flaggin’, that’s my OG, tho
Ya’ll be in the fast life
You be eatin’, that’s life
I’ll be eatin’, that’s right
Trippin’? No way, I’m a [?] sensei, bae
[?] what I say
You can be my bae, ay

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Big ol’ Bentley, it’s a spaceship (woah)
Call me on my phone, I don’t say shit (what?)
I make money when I talk (when I talk)
I’m a boss, take a loss (I’m a what?)
I could introduce you to the plug (to the plug)
Bitch, this ain’t no Henny in my cup (lil’ bitch)
Stayed down, now the racks up (racks up)
She gon’ let me fuck, ass up (ass up)
Plug
I stuck kis in the Louis V (Louis V)
Fuck 12, I’m a G, ain’t no stoppin’ me (ain’t no stoppin’ me)
And my wrist is on overseas (drip)
Rich nigga, you can’t talk to me (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Outro: Leafs]
On the wave like a du-rag
So I ask bitch: “Aight, do that”
Now I’m in the cave like Zubat
Got 2 bad bitches, that’s too bad

Valee – Shell lyrics

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 1]
Fast ass two-door parked up the street
Hope you don’t try it, I’ll up the piece
Went to Miami and hit STORY
My bitch on a OG gas diet, just weed, no meat (ooh, ooh)
Dirty ass pop (ooh), shook it with the top (top)
Drinkin’ while I shop, took it with two yops (yops)
Make the coupe fast just to get way from the cops (cops)
Your bitch is popped, motor non-stop (stop)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 2]
Lean 650, I up the kit (fiend)
Hope you ain’t kiss her, she sucked my dick (ooh)
Let my mans fuck her, I set the pick
Up until the bitch started fussin’, it didn’t get shit (shit shit)
Might but a Jag (Jag), if it not the Bent (Bent)
How much for it cash (cash), I wasn’t tryna rent (rent)
Smoking strong gas (gas), I done just went through a zip (zip)
Bought a four pack (pack), did it just to flip (flip)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

OG Prince – Twist It lyrics

(feat. Big Baby Tape & TVETH)

[Интро]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s the, that’s the
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that

[Куплет 1: Big Baby Tape]
Этот день особый, я проснулся и я feelin’ good
У меня есть куш, мой хоуми мчит ко мне, везет с собой те бэквуд
Дэймбэг, Тэйп и boof bag, рядом мой фон, а также десять hoe
Косяк и косяк, дабл кап новый sound, бро
Курим на парковке стики ики, хоуми, ты залип
Мы сидим в кустах, в моих трусах лежит extendo clip
Cadillac whip, зип OG, статус VIP
Бейби Тейп и DJ Tape, как Тимати и DJ Dlee
Мой косяк дымит, мои меха все наполняют blow
Камехамеха, я атакую это для Монроу
Мчу на тачке, я в дрова, wussup, homeboy
И я роллю свой блант, пока прошлый иссяк
Но весь дым в меня проник
Мы дымим на doggy-self, мое тело steady leanin
В ламбаргини суки на бикине, а не в [?]
Kush стал louder и у меня есть powder
Я будто Стиви Уандер, вижу в бланте чистый [?], битч

[Куплет 2: OG Prince]
Я кладу боль на стол, кручу одной рукой
Туса на все сто, бой, и зачем немеет всё лицо
I’m feelin’ good, меня убила эта сама суть
Шмаляю с двух, даю вино из ниоткуда, как Иисус
Сука хочет видеть мои слезы, эй
Но я их набиваю на лице, эй
Насколько тебе сложно не заметить
Это длинные листья, бензо гэнг
Бензо линзы на моем носу
Вся свежесть гейма на моем носу
Вся свежесть гейма – это мы, браток
И many, many, many over сук
Мой ? на прицел ?
Кручу косяк, глотаю круг
Cash me outside, how about that?
Вся моя жизнь большой абсурд
На высоте каждый день, но сплю в земле
От ваших песен диабет, убей меня из пушки, побыстрей
Why you trappin’ so hard?
Я кручу уже пятый косяк
Я клянусь, нахуй этих девчонок
И тех, кому что-то не так
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Это длинные листья
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, twist it

[Куплет 3: Tveth]
Новый день настал, в кармане тысяча рублей
Я вкачал инту, теперь колдую, словно чародей
Утреннее солнце, за мной ходит моя тень
Подо мной горит кортес, нет необкашляных проблем
Ведь я встал, помолился, налил, отпил, поджег и вот я здесь
Листья тянуться наверх, ствол сжимает моя бэй
Сука, я не верю в чудо, пью банан и карамель
Не поможет парамедик, если в деле [?]
Где я сегодня был, теперь меня там нет
Досыпаю пыль на авиабилет
Кай высокий как Филипп, пунктуальный как [?]
На одной стерео дорожке: OG, Baby, Tveth, yeah

[Аутро]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that

A$AP Rocky – Fukk Sleep lyrics

(feat. FKA twigs)

[Instrumental]

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck ’em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin’
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Blunt smoke, smoke weed, codeine, cough
Tell that bitch that I’m awesome, better back the fuck up off me
Coco, Selene, Tiffany, she flossy
Ain’t concerned with who worthy, can’t forget that she bossy

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
We house buying surf board just trying to ride the wave
I was cooking up another fucking tidal wave
Had to get entitled motherfuckers out the way
Had to take another title sorry for the wait
Barely ever took a break on, fashion like my time need
More hours in a day, I apologize if I’m late
Doctor Vane whoa
Barley look like I’m awake
Darker shades, bluer veins, bluer money in the bank

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck ’em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & FKA Twigs]
I remember I was pooring, I was young and living homeless
Now I rock it Ricky Owens, eyes looking like he rolling
Got new bags under my eyelids, new bags up in my closets
New bags like I went shoppin’, got new bags on new bags
Minds better at seeing two now, needing up on my down time
Hit the waves with the new sound
House tunes but its screwed down
Thats dope (sauce)
Take a sec to thank the lord
‘Nother one to call my folks
Hit my momma on the phone
She like “son you the boss”
Focus, don’t get caught up in the moment
Can’t forget that I’m golden
Don’t forget that I’m chosen

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck ’em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it

[Verse 3: FKA Twigs]
They called me a bitch
Burned me like saffron, my matter is golden
A child of the oldest
My touch is righteous, like virus my Midas
I’m golden
He holds me when I’m present
I’m chosen
So hold me tight I swear
I’m golden

[Outro: A$AP Rocky & FKA twigs]
Fuck ’em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin’ (Hold him)
Can’t forget that I’m golden, can’t forget where I’m going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies (Golden)
Can’t forget that I’m a OG, better act like you know it

Big Scoob – On Me lyrics

(feat. Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
Scooby Doo I’m goofy, I’m movie I keep it moving
Keep it pushing from the music to bushes ain’t nothing do me
Here’s some gushers for you pussies
You tutti frutti unruly’s ammunition for you bitches
You loosey bootie so goonies
Back up in this rapping and I’m killing all of these rappers
Yeah I’m cooking crush and crumble my cousin
I keep it cracking
Said I’m back up in this rapping and I’m killing all of these rappers
Blood who can brush and run with me buzzing
Let’s get it bracking

[Pre-Hook: Tech N9ne]
What is understood ain’t gotta be explained
So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game
When I can get to chopping
Ain’t no stopping no G shit
I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
All flame in this thing how Scoob do
So fresh, and I’m ’bout to act a damn fool
So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules
Shit, I’m me, bitch
Certified, can’t clone me, bitch
On me, bitch
I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Break it down and get it
I’m with it, check the exhibit
Heavy lyrics being lifted and livid, the boy is gifted
Ain’t no difference, just don’t mix it
The mission, I’m here to get it
Ain’t no friendship
I don’t fuck with you bitches, I’m independent
Solo dolo in the paint with the pollo in them bushes
On the low-low, out the way of the popo
I be pushing
Say you cold, lil’ homie, I’m colder with the blow
And smell shit when I walk through the door of that manure

[Pre-Hook: Tech N9ne]
What is understood ain’t gotta be explained
So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game
When I can get to chopping
Ain’t no stopping no G shit
I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
All flame in this thing how Scoob do
So fresh, and I’m ’bout to act a damn fool
So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules
Shit, I’m me, bitch
Certified, can’t clone me, bitch
On me, bitch
I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch

[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
Old head hunting for bread, you hear me nigga?
Yeah no risk, I’m on the edge, you fear me nigga?
In your chest, zip up your vest, I’m hitting niggas
I profess, I am the best, come get it nigga
I’m the sneakest that done did it
I’m witty, I’m with the business
Kansas City is you with me
They hear me, they going silly
I ain’t lying, got the heart of a lion
Pushing line past crime
But I’m one of a kind with these rhymes

[Pre-Hook: Tech N9ne]
What is understood ain’t gotta be explained
So I ain’t gotta tell you, I’m a fixture in the game
When I can get to chopping
Ain’t no stopping no G shit
I’m for real and I’ma put that on me, bitch

[Hook: Big Scoob]
Throw deep, gold chain in my sweatsuit
All flame in this thing how Scoob do
So fresh, and I’m ’bout to act a damn fool
So turnt, and I’m breaking all the damn rules
Shit, I’m me, bitch
Certified, can’t clone me, bitch
On me, bitch
I’m a five, six, seven OG, bitch

Majid Jordan – OG Heartthrob lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh right, I’m thinking it’s getting late
I’m running on an hour sleep
I’m ’bout to hit Marina Bay
Someone call the valet
I’ve got a classic case of OG heartache
And I don’t like to wait
Don’t make me wait on you, you
Let’s get this started
See you changed my life and I won’t ever forget it
I’m telling you, you
They all had me wrong except for you, you
I won’t let you go

[Chorus]
Original heartthrob
Giving me heart problems
I can’t take making love to anyone but you
Original heartthrob
You make my body erupt
I can’t take waking up to anyone but you
Don’t make me wait on you, you
Don’t make me wait on you, you

[Verse 2]
At night your aura turns to blue
Your kisses paint me rouge
You got me wide awake riding on your body wave
Lemme know the time and place
Baby I just want a taste
And I don’t like to wait
Come with me, we can party in the city
When nobody else is up
‘Cause whenever you’re with me, there’s nobody catching up
No they won’t, I won’t let you go, I won’t let you go
No I won’t, they’ve all got me wrong, they’ve all got me wrong

[Chorus]
Original heartthrob
Giving me heart problems
I can’t take making love to anyone but you
Original heartthrob
You make my body erupt
I can’t take waking up to anyone but you
Don’t make me wait on you
Don’t make me wait on you

[Verse 3]
I’m leaving from the commodore
Headed to your front door
Open up and let me in
Have my heart, it’s yours
I’m feeling like I’m 25
Girl you got me on a ride
I’m glad that you’re on my side

[Chorus]
Original heartthrob
Giving me heart problems
I can’t take making love to anyone but you
Original heartthrob
You make my body erupt
I can’t take waking up to anyone but you

[Outro]
I’m in love, I’m in love
‘Cause I’m in love, I’m in love

Fergie – Love Is Blind lyrics

[Intro]
La, la, la, la, la
La, ra, ra, ra, la

[Verse 1]
Hey baby, won’t you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

[Chorus]
(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind

[Verse 2]
Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

[Chorus]
(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Blind (Love is blind)
‘Ind (Love is blind)

[Bridge]
I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Mrs. two, por vida y que we’ll be together
Me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your ruca and your [?]
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

[Chorus]
(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Blind (Love is blind)
‘Ind (Love is blind)
(Tell those bitches to go home)
(Tell them bitches to go home)

Interlude
(Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, yeah, yeah, yes)
Wind up, wind up, aye
Wind up, wind up, aye
Wind down, wind down now
Wind down, wind down
All my girls
Wind down, wind down now
Wind down, wind down (wind down)
Wind up, wind up now
Wind up, wind up
Yes, sir
Wind down, wind down
Wind down, wind down now
Now wind it all around, wind it all around
Grab on your main
Wind it all around, wind it all around
Grab on your main
Wind it all around in a circle round
Wind it again
Wind it all around in a circle round
Wind it again
Wind it up around in a circle round
Wind it again
Wind it all around in a circle round now
Wind it again

Bow Wow – Emotional lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin’ comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me
Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
Snoop said, “Get these niggas,” so I’ma get ’em dog
One house, ten bitches, that how I’m living dog
Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off
If she don’t fuck, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all
Let’s get back to this real shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me, y’all think that it’s true
See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t fuck with the press
Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, niggas turn clowns
Go ‘head with all that fake love shit, I know what’s up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there
Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there
They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there
That’s extortion at its finest my nigga
We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don’t try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine
And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different, now our view ain’t the same
You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy
We grown men, let’s turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you
No subtweetin’, you talk shit, boy I’m approachin’ you
That’s real

[Outro]
Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings
Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say
But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though
So fuck it

Dice SoHo – Giraffe lyrics

[Intro]
Dollar
MWA Music
Off the collar
Postman
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, get your pussy wet
Put that on my feelings, OG on my breath, ayy
Roll the dice life and rest in peace Hugh Hef, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah

[Verse 1]
She want a Benz without the top, she wanna skrrt
Fuck I look like, I ain’t a trick baby
You can have whatever, long as you come with that bag first
Sorry I’m different, but don’t you go mistakin’ me for a pimp baby
I can get her the new Birkin, let her ride in that big body suburban
Diamonds so wet, started surfin’, I know my old chick probably still be lurkin’
I just be workin’, no time for flirtin’, and that’s for certain
She suck my dick ’til it hurtin’, chew that boy nasty, then she start burpin’

[Chorus]
Ayy, get your pussy wet
Put that on my feelings, OG on my breath, ayy
Roll the dice life and rest in peace Hugh Hef, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah

[Verse 2]
Lil baby stop teasin’
You know I came in for a reason
I see you over there creepin’
Just left my jeweler, he said boy you freezin’
Woke up feelin’ blessed but I ain’t sneezin’
Walked in with a mink, like it’s winter season
She walkin’ right behind me then started geekin’
I looked at her and said shawty you tweakin’
Just get on your knees, give me that neck, give me that giraffe
Your shawty went down, she made a mess, girl spit on my Rafs
Baby stay down, don’t make a sound, I’ma just smoke on this pound
Chanel that’s around, might fuck around and just fly you out of town

[Chorus]
Ayy, get your pussy wet
Put that on my feelings, OG on my breath, ayy
Roll the dice life and rest in peace Hugh Hef, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Ayy, get your pussy wet
Put that on my feelings, OG on my breath, ayy
Roll the dice life and rest in peace Hugh Hef, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, ayy
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah
Give me giraffe, give me giraffe, I want that neck, yeah

Lil Baby – Southside lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Chorus]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new J’s
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out a bando
Servin’ out a window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent for
Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’s in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain
Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ the name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Do anything to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Chorus]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doing shit that they wishing they could
I’m the first one, brought my Wraith through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz “beep, beep” when it back in
Real street niggas buyin’ bags with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Chrous]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
Strapped

Lil Pump – Elementary lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby)
I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do)
I don’t fuck your OG ’cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?)
I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain’t gon’ have a baby (Nah)

[Hook]
I been selling bricks since elementary (Elementary)
I been hitting licks since elementary (Elementary)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Of the century)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, trapper of the century
Elementary (1st grade)
Elementary (2nd grade)
Elementary (3rd grade)
Elementary (4th grade)
Elementary (5th grade)
Elementary (1st grade)
Elementary (3rd grade)
Elementary
I been serving bricks since like the 1st grade
I been counting bands, balling like I’m D. Wade

[Verse 1]
Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby)
I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do)
I don’t fuck your OG ’cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?)
I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain’t gon’ have a baby (Nah)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, pull up with a fuckin’ shotty (Brrr)
Everywhere I go, bitch, I gotta have my thotty (My thotty)
I pull to the cut strapped up like a fucking army (ESKETIT)
Like my nigga Darko, bitch, I always keep it on me (Ooh)

[produced by: Smokepurpp]

Carnage – Warrior lyrics

(feat. Dirtcaps & Jo Mersa)

[Verse 1]
Badman ah rude bwoy, ah de warrior
OG, ambush dem wid de fiyah mek kno sah
Bow!
Emperor Selassie – I we praise
Thinking of some better ways
TInk mi mi fren dem fe get paid
An mi record dem fe play
Dem procrastinate
Tell dem fe delay dem bubble too much
An a nuh time fe pay
Yuh warrior dem hungry an dem ah look ah plate
Suh dem home sweet home need to renovate
Yes I come before the soul
You only know from I adore
But in the jungle the lion roars
You never thought I’m a warrior
(Oh, oh)
I’m a warrior
(Oh, oh)
The lion ah real warrior
Nuff time we ah carry dat
X amount ah liquor mi ah warrior

[Hook]
Look inna mi face mi is a warrior
Look inna mi face mi is a warrior
Wooaaah Ooh!
Wooaaah Ooh!
Wooaaah Ooh!

[Verse 2]
Yes I come before the soul
You only know from I adore
And in the jungle the lion roars
You never thought I’m a warrior
In the jungle the lion roars (Oh, oh)
I’m a warrior
In the jungle the lion roars (Oh, oh)
In the jungle the lion roars
The lion ah real warrior
Nuff time we ah carry dat
X amount ah liquor mi ah warrior

[Hook]
Look inna mi face mi is a warrior
Look inna mi face mi is a warrior
Jo Merse ah warrior
Carnage him ah warrior
GY ah warriors
Know seh we ah warriors
Jo Merse ah warrior
Carnage him ah warrior
Anyweh yuh see de lion know seh we ah warriors
Man ah warrior
Man an man ah warrior
Man ah warrior
Man an man ah warrior
Man ah warrior
Man an man ah warrior

[Outro]
Anyweh yuh see de lion dem know we ah warriors

Tee Grizzley – Activated lyrics

[Intro]
Look at the bottom, I had to make it, I had to
Came with a record deal, I had to touch it, I had to
All the jealousy it got activated (outta no where)
All the fake love it got activated

[Verse 1]
Got some people, they really my kin don’t feel like we family though
Then I got some people, they only my friends and feel like we family though
Whenever it’s time to stick to the plan
I know how to handle it most (I got it)
Vanish the foes and cancel the hoes
Just so I could manage to go
Deactivated and I’ma do me, I am not goin’ on E
You know I’m out in these streets but let me not eat
I’m robbin’ these niggas that’s out here on fleek
And thats on my OG
One thing I learned from these suckers
These niggas don’t be your brothers
These bitches don’t even love you
Better keep your circle small
‘Cause that loyalty is a bad motherfucker
That loyalty, that bitch a bad motherfucker
I caught my sister stealing out my pockets
It ain’t your fault if I don’t trust you
I can still get five years for the pistol
Ain’t no way around it, I’m clutchin’
If I’m ever threatened, if I’m disrespected
Ain’t no way around it, I’m bustin’
I got some people, we got different blood
They wanna see me in a Ghost (Rolls-Royce)
And I got some people, we got the same blood
They wanna see me as a ghost (Dead)
That’s why I’m doin’ the most, playin’ my role
Better tuck your bitch, I’m at niggas hoes
Thick spread, all blue faces, I don’t need dubs to make it look long
Dreadhead but I’m a city nigga, if I’m pussy, then Biggie living
Won’t fuck just an bitch and I’ll let this bitch blow at any nigga
Date day with the belly spray
And it’s really gold, I ain’t going’ different
Should invest into funeral homes
‘Cause these bitches dyin’ just to fuck with us (she did)
Bro said the last bag was garbage (garbage)
So I paid him back out of respect (here you go)
Stand up, nigga, if I fuck with you, it’s 100 brah, I don’t finesse (100)
When I ain’t fuck with niggas, it was all blood
Laugh, cry with him, for cuz
His loyalty ain’t where I need it at
So it’s a shame I can’t even call Dub
I like to call baby, like what’s the word? Chillin’, I ain’t on shit tonight
She gonna come through, get me right
And I’ma crash through it like she ran the light
Well, I gotta go before I miss this flight (I’m gone)
So I’m tryna get up (get up)
I’m like a kid before Christmas night
Who ain’t never had none in his life, like
This really my life with zero exaggeration
Some niggas just elevated, got me feelin’ activated
Lost a lot in them cells and cages but held on to my dedication
The money got me fascinated, saw that shit and got activated

[Chorus]
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated

[Verse 2]
Canada Goose keep me warm in my cold city (Detroit)
I got a pole with me, Glock cost 450
Your bitch blowin’ (she’s drunk), took my soul with her (suck it)
They got they hand out (what?), I don’t even know niggas
For testing the game? I’m testing my aim
If i die today, I got a M to my name
In 2015, ain’t have a stack to my name (broke)
Cuz let me starve, sent him a pic in a new Mulsanne
Tell him I saw the money and got activated

[Chorus]
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
I saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
Saw the money and got activated
I saw the money and got activated
I saw the money and got activated

Preme – Ill Life 4 lyrics

[Verse 1]
I used to say
Do dreams really come true?
Do miracles happen?
Can I get paid for my passion?
When I was young and my American fam would laugh at my accent
I’d say my accent is ’bout as thick as your glasses, ha
Proud to say I’ve never caught up with fashion
These clothes can’t cover your soul
And as of lately
I’ve been focused on my lady
Fuck bitches, man, them hoes ain’t covered in gold
They wouldn’t let me cross the borders, the customs had me hold
It’s my story, if I ain’t tell it, it will never be told
Every man must stand on his own two
I know the grind, [?] taught me how to hustle in ’02
From flippin’ burgers to committin’ burglaries, uh
From winnin’ spelling bee’s to catchin’ felonies, uh
My hood credentials
Such way to protection
Momma, I pray I make it to make up for what you been through

[Chorus]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this ill life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, follow my story
See the pain in my steps
Sunshine bring life
So I’ma reign of the death
For the sake of my kid, I’m tryna find some common ground with my ex
But it’s hard to get right when you left
And lately shit done got me thinkin’
How I gotta strike in order to become a kingpin
Let that sink in
Quiet in the club, just smokin’, drinkin’
Or yellin’ free my niggas like I’m Lincoln
Remember when Cole would open for Drake
And I would open for Cole
So I’ma climb to the top, I was still two levels below
That shit just feed the hunger, I have to settle the score
Get off toe, hop out my bike, back to pedellin’ dope
Talk about bein’ stressed, had to finally accept
I’d be rich if I could catch a reality check
Money ain’t never make me
Pussy ain’t never slaved me
So trappin’ while I’m rappin’ just prayin’ that Lord you save me

[Chorus]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Uh, and what I can say?
Besides I want it
Want it more, kinda sore
A young boy make a fossils out of these dinosaurs
Say it, say it loud and proud
Own that shit, I got ownership
I can hand out these eviction notices
Young black landlord
Niggas can’t see me like a sandstorm
Big gold medals like we ran for ’em
Still willin’ to fall for what we stand for
Violate, I’ll cut off your lights like I pulled the lamp cord
Uh, we catch flights then catch feelings
Hard to smell the hate through the scent of a fresh million
Realest niggas recite me, the fake never relate
I’m from where a man is measured by what he got in his safe
[?]
On the corner duckin’ police
Know me, I grew up and I blew up now I’m the OG
Slim nigga pockets so big
Got my bitches on a short leash

[Chorus: Preme & [Nicki Minaj?]]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this life, yeah, yeah

Princess Nokia – For The Night lyrics

[Intro]
Smash my heart in pieces, it looks so good on the floor

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

[Verse 1]
There I go, on the road again
Losin’ my love while losin’ my friends, yeah
Havin’ fun, Where will it end?
Where do the fun start? Where it begin?
I’m the type who likes to wear
Count all my blessings, count all my ends
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My life is up on the road, sometimes I never go home
Zooted I’m stoned, OG, cookies and dro
Moshpits, I’m throwin’ bows, breakdown but I won’t fall
Life’s callin’, I got to go, meet me before my show
Loco from all this pain, fucked up, I misbehave
Some things will never change, blacked out, I’m not OK
I wanna know I’m safe, show money, I’m gettin’ paid

[Bridge]
I make money to replace you, used to love you, now I hate you
I make money to replace you, used to love you, now I hate you

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

[Verse 2]
Live show, you never know, solo, I’m on my own
Sometimes you crash and burn, fuck it, man, I don’t know
Fuck it, let’s go get stoned, groupies I wanna bone
Premo, I’m in the zone, stay high but move ’round low
Lone girl, nowhere to go, studio will be my home
I got nowhere to go
Bitches be in my throne but they can’t have my smoke
Rich kid, I’m all alone, I won’t pick up my phone
You hear the dial tone, OT I’m never home
Back roll or rolling stone, sometimes you die alone (you die alone)

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

Smokepurpp – Muddy Lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
When you hear that money counter, that’s Killa Slade in the back
Ffff beep!
Yuh! Esketit

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy, goddammit
It’s me and Uncle, goddamnit
Got with your bitch and we smashin’
We makin’ an oreo sandwich
I blow up a nigga with toolies
His bitch the on the run she foolish
Goddamn I love fuckin’ these groupies
We goin’ it look like a (?)
100 round drum on my head
Pussy soo I might slip
Pussy soo wet it gon’ drip
Pussy soo wet I might lick
Codeine and sprite what I sip
She don’t get shit but this dick
I make her cum, make her flip
Samsung, it jump on hip
Bitch wanna rip on my bong
Bitch wanna sing all my songs

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I just be smoking and I just be lurking
I cannot focus, you niggas are roses
You fake, niggas know I can’t relate
I want a .37, no 38
Everyone I know got a .40
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear to God, dammit, these niggas so phony
Bitch, I’ma ball like Ginobli, I swear I be smokin’ on OG
When I pull up, fuck the police
And get the picture like Sony

Young M.A – Praktice

[Intro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit
Yeah
They talkin’ ’bout practice, bloody
Like we don’t practice, bloody

[Verse 1]
Who said I don’t go hard? Bitch, I go so hard
I don’t care who got it, we still in charge
Fuck these hoes, fuck these broads, I don’t got no time (no)
Do you see my pockets (yeah), I’m doin’ just fine
Don’t call my line, don’t call my line (don’t call it) if you ain’t talkin’ checks (what?)
Oh you tryna flex? (What?) We are not impressed
Bankrolls in my sweats, hitters to my left (woo, woo)
Pull up to the club (skrrt), fuck it up, then we left (skrrt)
Hennessy on my breath, OG in my chest
Oh you makin’ threats? Okay, say less (say less)
Don’t act like you know me (huh?) I don’t know you guys (no)
So if I say, "Who you?," (who them?) do not act surprised
Man, I don’t pay y’all no mind, no, I just pay my bills (yeah)
No Netflix and chill, bitch, I get checks and chill
Put that pussy on my grills, bitch, tell me how it feels (woo)
They say that I’m rude, no I’m just that real (woo)

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

[Verse 2]
Oh you tried to doubt me? They tried to doubt me
Oh you a hater? Keep that shit from ’round me
Pull up in that Audi, skrrt skrrt, then I’m outtie (skrrt skrrt)
Put my chain on her, she like, "Oh, you tryna drown me?" (Ooh)
Back when I was broke, you was tryna clown me
‘Member when you said you was better off without me?
Now I’m shittin’ on you (shittin’), ooh, I did it on you
Now you got the blues, like I’m Crippin’ on you (woo)
But I’m on my Blood shit, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
I be fuckin’ doll bitches, voodoo, voodoo (voodoo)
If you gettin’ money then, you cool, you cool (you cool)
But I don’t know you guys, who you? Who you? (Who dem?)
I do what I do, bitch, mind your business
I’m talkin’ my shit, because I’m twisted
I’ma be a billionaire, speak that to existence (ayy)
I believe that shit, if I say it then I meant it
You can’t tell me nothin’, everything in function
I don’t hear no facts, nope, I just hear assumptions
You said you was poppin’ (word), I heard you was bluffin’
Oh you frontin’ frontin’, you really ’bout nothin’
Chicken with the stuffin’, we gettin’ that bank, bank
We gettin’ that KK, fuck what you think, think
We smokin’ that stank stank, loud pack, yeah that dank dank
I ball every pay day, everyday is pay day

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this shit
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit

[Outro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’
Bloody, bloody, ayy
Bloody, bloody, ayy
We go hard for this
If they don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this

Pries – Deuce Deuce

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 1: Lil Johnnie]
I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
And I don’t give a fuck about your fuckin’ nana
All my brothers on the block stay with them hammers
They ain’t buildin’ houses, they pull up and blam ya
You ain’t talkin’ money there ain’t shit to say
Callin’ up the plug, I need a zip a day
Holdin’ out your knock well that’s a give-a-way
You a pussy bitch it’s in your DNA
I feel I’m Pac the way I turn that deuce to a dub
I feel I’m Pac the way I hit that lean with the cut
Hit that lean with the cut
This a swamp in my cup
I just got a pint through the mail man
I’ve been smokin’ dope with my mail man
I’ve been livin’ shit with like a mail man
Got that cookie-cookie by the bail man

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 2: Slim Jesus]
I just dropped a deuce in a pineapple soda
Then I called up Lil Johnnie on his Motorola
Told him I need a couple ounces of OG yoda
Said he on his way and we finna roll up
Then it’s back to the trap and I’m countin’ yola
I don’t play bout my money, no remote controller
I got shooters on call and they stay poured up
They pull up on ya, kill you quicker than ebola
Yeah I be with the savages where it’s dangerous
And we don’t fuck with 12 they ain’t scarin’ shit
Funk we do a lot of flexin’ he just movin’ licks
We run up in his house and we takin’ shit
Say he got a bad bitch, he just talkin’ shit
My bitch bad, your bitch fat, you call her thick
And I sold you cut lean cause you a straight lick
Go ahead, run up on me, you gon’ eat this clip

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda