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Kevin Gates – Funny How Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
It’s how these hoes do, bro
When shit don’t go, man
They gon’ jump whatever dick jumpin’ at the time, you heard me

[Chorus]
You know I find it funny how, you was actin’ funny ’round me
Wouldn’t let me touch you, ow, think I’m disgustin’
Or I prolly wouldn’t get enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you been actin’ funny now
My name rangin’ money, power, showin’ off your body now
Dancin’ to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin’ me and tellin’ me I’m dead, I’m gonna love you long

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I coulda been like Chance the Rapper
Penitentiary chances, I took a chance at rappin’
Black sheep of the family
Everything I touched would turn to shit
Nobody proud of me
Consistently a fuck up like a black cloud was surrounding me
Niggas I was loyal to, behind my back they clownin’ me
I was really diggin’ this lil’ bitch and she skipped out on me
With this NFL nigga, she went out of town on me
Shoutout to the disbelievers, ‘preciate you for doubtin’ me
When that shit happened with this one, you went put that in the hood
But they both know what’s happenin’ with me, I eat that pussy good
You exposed yourself and now, shit you would never know about
I took a shot, get outta line, you get your brains blowed out

[Chorus]
You know I find it funny how, you was actin’ funny ’round me
Wouldn’t let me touch you, ow, think I’m disgustin’
Or I prolly wouldn’t get enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you been actin’ funny now
My name rangin’ money, power, showin’ off your body now
Dancin’ to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin’ me and tellin’ me I’m dead, I’m gonna love you down

[Verse 2]
You know I’m platinum, I got status on some hood shit
You know I wish, I could not see through all your bullshit
You know I wish it could be us, we could good with it
I done tipped off, a thousand miles past hood rich
I ain’t forget where I came from, we was in them trenches
I can’t forget all my day ones, know I miss you niggas
You did me dirty, now I got you niggas in your feelings
I’m in the booty club, throwin’ money at them strippers
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t know how, I don’t know how to turn down (Say look, it retarded)
God sent me an angel when he sent me Dreka
And it all while in a drought, we made ’em all believe ’em

[Chorus]
You know I find it funny how, you was actin’ funny ’round me
Wouldn’t let me touch you, ow, think I’m disgustin’
Or I prolly wouldn’t get enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you been actin’ funny now
My name rangin’ money, power, showin’ off your body now
Dancin’ to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin’ me and tellin’ me I’m dead, I’m gonna love you long

[Outro]
Ayy
Don’t let me catch you niggas standin’ there, uh
I’m supposed to be your baby, I’m supposed to be your baby now

6ix9ine – TIC TOC (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse: AYLEK$]
Aye-aye, AYLEK$!
Your vision division, can’t fit in my time frame
Connecting the dots comparing our dreams
We just say the same thing
Now I’m chasing a bag, and I’m blowing the stacks
Get it back on the same day
No bullshit on my jack, rubber blow in the back
Can you fuck her the same day?
Tell me, how many bands is you really finna spend right now?
If you really wanna dance, you gon’ use no hands
And just shake that upside down
Got a little big booty, bitch, her kitty cat go meow
Got a little AYLEK$ switch, they really wanna put me down

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Get Right Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Get right

[Verse 1]
Had to zip me a lil nigga, show him I’m official
They said I’m pussy, now they tryna play me like a killer
Talk like I’m retarded, I went put them diamonds in my den
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin’
Shawty got me in my feelings, I can’t get no ass (ass)
Tryna’ blaze, got a man, I ain’t text her back (back)

[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad ’cause she sad with no fuckin’ cash (bitch)
I got no cash and she mad ’cause she fuckin’ sad (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol’ titties like she Tokyo
When we flyin’ out of state, they’ll make it a show
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though, I walk the pounds out the store

[Verse 2]
Brick talkin’ on the job, short with some old niggas
Fo’ nigga, four fifty bands with a cold
Convicted felon posted in the Nawf with a dirty clip
Do that time, he ain’t got no mind, quick to show a nigga
They said I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullshit to that lil nigga that they talk about
Benz [?] Benz truck, I’m whippin’ out
I could see they never thought we make bitches change their thoughts
With my lil muslim, man we pullin’ up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I’m not from Iran, that bitch goes bang, I’ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, one pull up on me, other, head
My bitch right here, can’t speak on that, I know I do that bad

[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad ’cause she sad with no fuckin’ cash (cash)
I got no cash and she mad ’cause she fuckin’ sad (fuckin’ sad)

[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol’ titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin’ out of state, they’ll make it a show (bet)
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though, I walk the pounds out the store

[Outro]
With my lil muslim, man we pullin’ up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I’m not from Iran, that bitch goes bang, I’ma let it blow

Slim Jxmmi – Keep God First lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Ooh, brrr

[Refrain]
Kept me ’round with the same team (same team)
And we all got the same dream (same dream)
Diamonds whipped like ice cream
Hit it hard, make a girl scream
Young nigga livin’ a dream (dream)
Young nigga livin’ a dream (dream)
Feel like Belly ’cause I’m gettin’ cream (100 bands for a kilo, nigga)
Cash rules motherfuckin’ everything (everything)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, me and you ain’t the same
We in a different lane (we in a different lane)
Yuh, uh, uh, you a fool for even trying to compete with me
Uh, shit I’m doin’ you would think it was make believe (for real)
Ayy, hit her once, late night, then I made her leave (made her leave)
Ayy, don’t forget your purse, girl, don’t forget your keys
Uh, I’m so high right now, I look Japanese
Ayy, if you ain’t speakin’ facts, I don’t wanna converse
‘Cause, uh

[Chorus]
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (let’s pray)
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first (yeah)
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (what you sayin’)
You know my family come first
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first

[Refrain]
Kept me ’round with the same team (same team)
And we all got the same dream (same dream)
Diamonds whipped like ice cream
Hit it hard, make a girl scream (uh)
Young nigga livin’ a dream (livin’)
Young nigga livin’ a dream
Feel like Belly ’cause I’m gettin’ cream
Cash rules motherfuckin’ everything

[Verse 2]
Yeah, told the jeweler
All my pieces gotta be flooded
Young nigga gotta come correct (woo)
Young, but I got my hoes in check
Yeah, homie I’m an A-lister
I don’t really worry ’bout niggas (nope)
Fuck a trend, I’ma start a movement
On the rise, nigga, on the wave
Y’all better get used to it (better)
Park the Bentley, I’m showin’ off (woo)
Drop the top just to show it off (yeah)
My people with me, we don’t toast with y’all
Mob stuff, we in overhaul
Everything I’m doin’ it’s for the team
All I need a little Henny and weed (woo)
That’s gon’ put me where I need to be
And I need these hatin’ ass niggas to keep
My name out they mouth (keep my name out they mouth)
I ain’t got no time to argue with you, man, I got this money to count
We don’t politic with these clowns
We straight out that Mississippi mud
These hoes tryna see me right now
I’m sorry, baby, that’s a dub

[Chorus]
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (let’s pray)
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first (yeah)
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (what you sayin’)
You know my family come first
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first
(Woo, woo)

Blac Youngsta – Booty (Remix) (feat. Chris Brown, Jeezy & Trey Songz)

Beatmaster
Yung Lan on the track
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk), what’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom), Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah), then where you goin’? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leechin’ (fuck ’em)
Tourin’ with some bitches (bitches), FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Sold soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white), 1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid, if she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful, suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies, catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie, I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man included
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shakin’ on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead lettin’ her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never gettin’ rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you sellin’ me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you tellin’ me?
I ain’t playin’ with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid, I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleepin’ on her, I just said she just caught me snoozin’
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you bustin’ like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fuckin’ heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

Ralo – I Swear To God

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, [?] Beats
Yeah, Famgoon (it’s Yung Lan on the track)

[Chorus]
I know you probably thinkin’ of me and thought I forgot
I swear I really miss you a lot believe it or not
You can’t see the feeling ’cause the feeling deep inside
It don’t seem like we tried and we done tried a million times
I told you I’m gon’ ride for mine, do some time for mine
Do a crime for mine, wait in line for mine
I know my turn coming next, what I earn I’ma flex
This is me at my best, I’ma get my request
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god that I’m gon’ make it out this dog
This shit get hard but I think god done built me for it
‘Cause I’m in charge I think I get the biggest charge

[Verse 1]
I’m the coach of the team, I’m the leader and the king
I’m the father in the ring, if I don’t win I won’t leave
Can’t lose, can’t lose, everybody know I can’t lose
If you with me then I thank you, it ain’t nothing that I can’t do
I put my mind to this shit, I put my grind in this shit
Outta sight outta mind, you know you can’t leave the blind
You know you can’t make the [?], they helped everyone except him
Look how many niggas left him, but he did it by himself pimp
I pat myself on the back, I love that nigga to death
Paid a stack for this belt, just to celebrate my wealth
You know I know what I’m worth, I refuse to be hurt
Gotta put god first

[Chorus]
I know you probably thinkin’ of me and thought I forgot
I swear I really miss you a lot believe it or not
You can’t see the feeling ’cause the feeling deep inside
It don’t seem like we tried and we done tried a million times
I told you I’m gon’ ride for mine, do some time for mine
Do a crime for mine, wait in line for mine
I know my turn coming next, what I earn I’ma flex
This is me at my best, I’ma get my request
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god that I’m gon’ make it out this dog
This shit get hard but I think god done built me for it
‘Cause I’m in charge I think I get the biggest charge

[Verse 2]
Got a charge, beat the charge, never see me unemployed
I am always on the job, young nigga working hard
I deserve what I’m getting, I deserve what I got
Even when I got shot, I walked out the parking lot
You know I’m ’round like a dirt bike, fuck these hoes on the first night
I done prayed so damn much I don’t give a fuck what the church like
They gon’ make me lose my temper, and stopping me is not simple
Put a hole in a niggas jaw, and I ain’t talking about a dimple
Ever since I can remember, I just been stuck in the center
I cannot get out the center, I just been stuck in the middle
I’ve been tryna shake it off, I’ve been tryna get it off
I’ve been tryna leave it ‘lone, I’ve been tryna go back home
This shit won’t leave me alone

[Chorus]
I know you probably thinkin’ of me and thought I forgot
I swear I really miss you a lot believe it or not
You can’t see the feeling ’cause the feeling deep inside
It don’t seem like we tried and we done tried a million times
I told you I’m gon’ ride for mine, do some time for mine
Do a crime for mine, wait in line for mine
I know my turn coming next, what I earn I’ma flex
This is me at my best, I’ma get my request
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god that I’m gon’ make it out this dog
This shit get hard but I think god done built me for it
‘Cause I’m in charge I think I get the biggest charge

Shy Glizzy – More Clips Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Trauma Tone
Young Jefe holmes

[Verse 1]
I used to sleep in them trenches
Now I’m in a house on the water
My bitch she a pretty New Yorker
No none of you cannot afford her
‘Cause she need a nigga that spoil her
I want her to give me a daughter
Bitch I got some goons in New Orleans
And they shoot them choppers and forties
I used to in the alley, where all of my niggas caught bodies
And they lost they foot in the sorry street
I needed my niggas beside me
Young Jefe, I’m a boss
No none of these niggas can fire me
And she let me get all her trust
Now she doing too much entirely
Girl how could you ever get tired of me?
Girl look at my face, don’t you lie to me
I knew that they wasn’t gon’ ride for me
They lied when they told me they proud of me
Bitch I really came up from poverty
Know you just in love with my salary
Now I don’t smoke shit but that Cali weed
We mobbin’ deep, I’m a prodigy

[Chorus]
This shit that I got on, you can’t afford this
I just left from Paris, bonjour bitch
I promise you don’t want to go to war bitch
I just got a chopper, came with four clips
Gave that girl a home, she was an orphan
Please leave me alone, I’m on some more shit
I was dead broke, I’m tryna make the Forbes list
Every time we get a check then we buy more clips

[Verse 2]
GG, king of DC
Pull in my new whip on a fuck nigga like beep beep
Chopper hold a hundred, guaranteed to get a three piece
Tell me do you want it, make us put that shit on repeat
She can make me shoot my gun, yeah she the only one
Don’t want to be a player girl, feel like Big Pun
She shake her pom poms, tell a nigga uh-uh
She fuckin’ with a don, she don’t need a son son, yeah
I come from the Yo girl, we say kill ’em all
Sold a lot of dope, yeah I fucked a lot of hoes
I rock a lot of gold and I rock a lot of shows
I rap ’bout how I’m trappin’ but it feel like rock and roll

[Chorus]
This shit that I got on, you can’t afford this
I just left from Paris, bonjour bitch
I promise you don’t want to go to war bitch
I just got a chopper, came with four clips
Gave that girl a home, she was an orphan
Please leave me alone, I’m on some more shit
I was dead broke, I’m tryna make the Forbes list
Every time we get a check then we buy more clips