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Jeezy – Oh Yea Lyrics

And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin’ like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin’ like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the TEC? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood? Why his AK got a drum on it? Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game? Why his AK got a drum on it? Oh yeah
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (Goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? And hang with niggas up to no good? And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game? Why his AK got a drum on it? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood? Oh yeah
[Interlude: Jeezy]
What’s up? Oh yeah
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Rolex before the record deal (Swear to God, nigga)
Traphouse did five mil’
Why these niggas don’t like me? And hang with niggas up to no good? Play this song
[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what’s up? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood? Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game? Uh, uh
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him? Why the nigga sell cocaine? Why his AK got a drum on it? Why the nigga sell cocaine? Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game? You already know what this shit is, nigga (Oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you gon’ go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? Multi-milli’
But we still movin’ like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M’s up, nigga
Huh, Snow
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood? I can’t tell
He readin’ them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the feds
Say he ’bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin’ ’bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I’m down there I’m really, really good
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him? Oh yeah Yeah
Why he got a gun on him? The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit ’em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can’t live without it (What’s up?)
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him? Why the nigga sell cocaine? Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? Why the nigga sell cocaine? And hang with niggas up to no good?

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Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P.

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Dreamville – Sacrifices Lyrics

Cole]
You can’t be everything to everybody
I wanna be your lover, your best friend
Your Batman, Spider-Man
Fight to polish who and now your rival’s in
I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up
I wanna be the one that feel you up
On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up
I wanna be the one to build you up
A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah
And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder
Pull you under
Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble
We done moved out to the boondocks
Built a big house, there he wonders
How somewhere along the way
He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
When you rich, niggas don’t wanna correct you
Say something crazy, they won’t interject
Do every drug that you want, they gon’ let you
Dangerous when it’s nobody to check you
I be havin’ to check myself
Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty
I be havin’ to spread my wealth
I used to be at the crib myself
7 years old, off of Bragg Boulevard
Where they bag up the raw
They gon’ stand on the corner, one hand on they balls
And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws
Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star
And I ran into you like I met you before
Now damn, me and you goin’ half on a boy, sing
[Verse 6: J. Wake up
The hell, happened
We want, hands up
Pay you, dare you
Motherfuck, motherfuck
Sister fucked, granny fucked
System, get some
Yeah, you, day two
Yeah, you, you, you
You a van, through the van
Stripper, good Lord
Top chi, not me
Boy, please, whatever
You next, to death
To go, ooh, oh
Who’s that? Who there? Ring ring
Your number, bang bang
Callin’ up, talk it up
Move over
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
[Verse 3: Smino]
Shit lookin’ all red from the North with the power
It ain’t Santa Claus
Brought my gifts to Atlanta, I’m Atlanta Claus
I can smell you pussy with the panties off, I
Been gettin’ to the bread, tryna keep this shit low
But it ain’t workin’, my
Circle on fire like a circus now
Around the same niggas I been around, so
Of course I (Of course I), endorse my (Endorse my)
Reggie lil’ nigga from the North Side (North Side)
It’s astigmatism, you got poor sight (Poor sight)
Let the bitches forget it, I do it Alzheim’
Of course I (Of course I), I divorce my (Divorce my)
Opinion on advance when you walk past
(On bro, that shit groovy, I made it)
Niggas pull strings like a guitar, guitar
G-Star jeans on my sneakers
I’m a real soulful nigga, collard greens inside your speakers (Yeah, yeah)
Ferguson days on Castro, wasn’t no cash flow
But I’m good for the arch, I’m Dr. Cole]
Huggin’ the block, huggin’ the block all day
I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay
She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day
She ridin’ with me on the road, she ridin’ with me in the A
Huggin’ the block, huggin’ the block, okay
She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way
She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay
I’m crying while writing these words, the tears, they feel good on my face, hey
[Refrain: J. Cole]
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don’t love you how I’m supposed to
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don’t love you how I’m supposed to
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices Scholl’s
I’m good for your whore, let me snatch your shone, shone, shone
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
Bloody sacrifices
[Verse 4: Saba]
Yeah, ayy
Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake
They’ll be right across your head like it’s Ash Wednesday
You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
You can’t sit, and if we ain’t siblings, then I can’t relate
To they shit, I’m Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin’ like pump fake
I don’t need nothing but one take
I’m from the part of the city where young nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight
Our politician a fuckface
Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
We duel like a small town wager
How I’m the dropout major
Success stories, I favor
Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
Tell pigs as-salamu alaykum
You ain’t ’bout static like AM radio, ain’t even play him
I put my heart and my all in my art, I’m alternate
All of them are the same, it’s harder to tell ’em apart some days
I thought I’d call ’em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it’ll take for me to call ’em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I’ve introduced to you
Via the studio, got ’em studying our mixtapes
I’m from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama
I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
[Verse 5: J. Do what? Play this song
[Intro: Johnny Venus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Young nigga back from the dead
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float
Channels on top of the dresser
Baby, you down, need to bless up
Gotta watch how you address us
Playing no games, no dress-up
I got an idea
‘Less you wildin’ out in my hood, dawg ain’t right here
Caption me as world nominated before I miss, yeah
Let the AK spray straight before I’m finished, yeah
As a monologue, talking to the fog, fuck a ho and miss, yeah
[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
Cutthroat, grab his toe, I suppose
Maybe that’s what life is
[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Ayy, man, caveman
Two drink, cave in
Two blunt, ease up
Booyah, leaves up
Who care?

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The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
(?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)
[Hook : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price
[Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit
[Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

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The Underachievers – Tokyo Drift Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
No I don’t copy no waves
I surf on your chick while you take her on dates
I ain’t tryna slay, fuck minimum wage
We stole all the bases my nigga we safe
Keeping the grip hid it next to the waist
Kill for my niggas don’t care bout the cage
Shorty was with it don’t care what I say
She know I’m a G and she fuck with the gang (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga the coldest mack, got chicks on my almanac (Yeah, yeah)
Smoke out the cul de sac, she blitzing the quarterback (Yeah)
Never was friendly I’m straight
Nigga a lame see the hate in his face
Real ones salute all the fake can’t relate
You blowin the boof now she hit like its laced
Screaming shoutout to my niggas we safe
Look at my phone got hoes on the way
Switchin’ my lane still up for debate
Leaving the rest for my niggas to take (Facts)
I’m a superwinner with no cape
I plow a nigga down he get in the way
I roll another pound I’m liftin’ away
She top me off in whip ain’t no time to waste
[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away
[Verse 2 : AKTHESAVIOR]
I blow the finest, only ride designer
She wanna cut so I name her katana
Live out my luggage fly like I departed
The niggas I’m with been the same since I started
AK the illest I’m just being honest
High like a pillar when I hit the chronic
I got the knowledge and turn it to power and now they say I’m ‘luminati, She got them niggas to make a deposit they layin’
We catching a body, Ain’t got no limit I’m bout it when figures is piling my niggas is down to get rowdy
Gemini I be impatient, I need a payment
Ain’t no way to get around it
Nigga you not on my wavelength, I been up training
Like Piccalo in the moutains
Green in my eyes but I don’t wear a scouter
Look at her nose its still got a lil powder
Give me that mouth and she swallow the chowder
Tell her goodnight and I pray for her father
All on my own so I don’t owe you nada
I’m in disguise when I’m rocking that prada
Been an Amiri you niggas just follow
I’m a trendsetter my style never borrowed
[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away, Uh yeah

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Belly – Numbers Lyrics

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army
[Verse 1: Belly]
I’m a pipe her like Rowdy
Free Max, free Bobby
Get Whoopty on the phone
He’ll know what to do with the body (death)
Set Persiles on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house
Too many fake waves
It’s a real drought
I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout
Fuck your two cents
You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
Earned it all it was never luck
Millionaire with the semi-tuck
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake shit, it was never love
And really fuck it if it really was
[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army
[Post Chorus]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I just counted five million dollar cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that’s the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye
Plank, play dead sit him up, aye
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
Bitches act thirsty so we fill em’ up
Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game)
Ain’t none these niggas real as us (ain’t none these niggas, none these niggas)
Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap)
Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck)
Then I’ma hit em’ up
I used to be a stick em’ up
Black hoodie with the ski mask
When you see me nigga get em’ up (you know what it is)
I’m a dope boy cause I sold dope, boy
You ain’t no plug cause you owe one boy
You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one boy
If you say you got M’s then show one boy
Just bought the Patek the one with no ice
Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights
[Outro: Belly]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

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Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match
[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands
[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick
[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!

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Fetty Wap – Look At Me Lyrics

I do this everyday, baby
Don’t run on the opps, they’ll pull up to your place baby
30-clip on the Glock, you know I keep me safe baby
I keep gettin’ this guap and throw it in the safe baby
Yeah-ah
[Outro]
What do you say? I love the way you taste baby What do you say? I do this everyday, baby (yeah, baby)
I love to see your pretty face, baby
I love it how you move the waist, baby, ayy
And I love the way you taste, baby
Baby if you were to pick a car [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
And I love your face, your eyes, your style
Baby, if you were to vacay pick an island
I’m ballin’ out, this a payday
[?], said she’d like an R8
I got ‘Big Zoovie’ on my carplates
Said you’d walk, baby this a [?] day
And I hate niggas ’cause they all lame
So fuck what you say now, I do this shit everyday
They say I shoot like [?], get the fuck out my way
I got a Glock and AK now, my niggas don’t play around
We follow, you stay now, then shoot up the playground
So what do you say? I love your pretty face baby
What do you say? I love the way you shake baby
What do you say? Yeah
What do you say? [Intro]
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (cash)
What do you say? I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (when you look at me)
What do you say? I do this everyday baby, I can tell by your face that you came to play, baby
Yeah-ah
[Chorus 1]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
I can spend this money on a diamond if you let me, yeah
I be getting money all the time, come and check me, yeah
[Bridge]
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine
I’ll never let a nigga waste your time
I can spend this money on a [?]
[Chorus 2]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
Baby won’t you hop up in my ride (skrrt, skrrt)
I’m about to pull up, be outside (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse]
What do you say? What do you say? I do this everyday baby
What do you say?

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Montana of 300 – Dancing With My AK Lyrics

[Chorus] x2
Dancing, yeah
With my AK [x3]
Dancing, yeah yeah with my AK
That’s my baby, she go crazy
[Verse 1]
You don’t want me squeezin’ them hammers
My AK I feed it bananas
That’s on baby I bet shit gone change
Once I wet yo ass up just like pee in a pamper
While you sleepin’ I’m up like a Red Bull
Out the cut shootin’ shit like I’m Deadpool
When this heater blaze
Your boy Jesus couldn’t save you
If he graduated from med school
I like to dance with machine guns
This bitch got kick like it’s wing chun
You gon’ see Tony turn into Iron Man
Grab that pole then I slide like a fireman
I hope you fuck niggas bulletproof
I hope you niggas could duck fans
Hundred rounds when I pull out that AK
Then I let that bitch ride like a bus pass
They claim they beasts from the jungle
But when I come through they humble
No escaping it, who you gon’ run to
Clip hang so low I call it Rapunzel
No punchlines boy I don’t play no games
Put your ass in a box and they ready to rumble
Ain’t no blockin’ these shots
If your name was Mutombo
As soon as I cook he gon’ crumble
Take a nigga straight to hell’s kitchen
Shootin’ lethal weapons like I’m Mel Gibson
With a mask on like I’m Casey Jones
Like the Ninja Turtles bunch of shells flippin’
I hope you get buck like you ridin’ a horse
When I’m shootin’ this bitch
I’m like Mike on the court
More like Mike in the fourth
I’ma fire this torch
When I slide to his crib
Like there’s ice on the porch
[Chorus] x2
[Verse 2]
Get popped like a wheelie, like he out in Philly
Get left, I’ma creep like I’m T-Boz and Chili
I’m ten steps ahead of y’all and when I let it off
I turn a opp into Cleo off Set It Off (easy)
Play around, lollygag
Big sticks, hockey mask
Choppin’ shit, karate class
Slide ’em in, body bags
I got more guns than a pawn shop
My AK go off like [!]
My bullets cut nonstop
So tell your kids I’m no joke
With the stick I will Bomb Pop
I’m Ray Allen, Steph Curry I’m crazy with this
I told God I told y’all not to play with this
[!] know the reason I’m squeezin’
If he’s understanding then he’ll be okay with it
Haters just might get bagged like potato chips
I’m too smart I bet I get away with this
I aim at the neck and then squeeze
I ain’t talkin’ perfume I will spray this bitch
If you see me first bitch you better blow
You do not want smoke I ain’t sellin’ dro
I’m so cold with this K put a hole in your face
When I spray turn a opp to a eskimo
I do not give a fuck about five-o
When I roll up and blow that ain’t hydro
AK blow more than wind in the wintertime
It got more kick than Foot Locker and Finish Line
Put a tag on your toe so they know the price
They get bust when I deliver overnight
Put bodies on the chopper no motorbike
I shot the crap out them bitches like rollin’ dice

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RiceGum – Fortnite N Chill (Fortnite Rap) Lyrics

[Intro]
Ok (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Pull up to the crib
You got to come thru the gate (yeah)
Ion gotta pool
I take a swim in the lake (yeah)
Only 21
But they compare me to greats (yeah)
AK just like TayK
But I’m not in the race (yeah)
Hate it when you say it
When I’m not in your face (yes)
You just see my style
And you copy and paste
I can be a filter
And punch you in your face (yeah)
Or
I can be a realtor
And put you in your place (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)
[Verse 2]
She wanna ride with Rice (Rice)
She wanna private flight (back)
She wanna slurp the juice (woah)
She wanna stay for a night (yeah)
Clout G-A-N-G (yeet)
Make sure you spell that shit right (yeet)
I break down the trees (woah)
Tilted towers how I lean
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
I’m goin’ so far (so far)
Been in every city
Like a postcard (yeah)
Drive that fucking Bentley
Like a Go Kart (cool)
Cuban link around my neck
Look like a GOLD SCAR (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)

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Lud Foe – Fallin’ Out Lyrics

No Hilfiger but i got my Tommy! It’s so mothafuckin hot i catch a tan in this bitch
Like a mailman i’m poppin rubber bands in this bitch
We be on that hot shit so don’t get fanned in this bitch
Left the club with her but she came with her man in this bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t stand in this bitch
You a mothafuckin lie you say i ran from some shit
Prolly run off on the plug, prolly run off with his drugs, nigga run up on me wrong so he ran into some slugs
And I’m prolly in the club if he ask is we some thugs
No security with me cause bitch we deep and we got guns
He was chasing me ain’t know i brought my sack into the club
Play with me and mine lotta niggas die in cold blood
When i hit the spot bet they lettin out that Red Rum
Run up in yo spot green beams on all our guns
She got expensive taste have my dick all on her gums
Boy they buildings vacant lots shit cause I’m from the slums
Fill a nigga up with this hot shit, bitch you better not run
Thought it was a fair fight he ain’t know i had my gun
Fucked her on the first night and she caught my first son
Are you the toughest nigga in the crowd? I take my time and wrap em like a mummy! Then you the first one
Aye Lil Stewie these hoes starstruck they say i do some
You a broke nigga petty ass use a coupon
It’s just me and Yae pull up on yo j with 2 guns
We ain’t aimin at yo legs bitch we aimin at yo head bitch, i’m eatin good i’m fed bitch, that Tropicana shit red bitch, niggas in the house on that scared shit, you hidin under that bed bitch
Vacay with my AK with my feet all in that sand bitch
You know i’m on a walk up with a drum like i’m playin in a band bitch
I’m so mothafuckin high that i can’t see straight
These bitches see me 3-D and they press replay
I’m a shooter nigga i should be on EA
Choppa in the front seat that’s my new bae
You trippin boy you better tie yo shoelace
F&N pencil bullets don’t get erased
If my bitch get outta line she get replaced
I scratch you off the list yea I hit the backspace
And my bankrolls big like my fanbase
Forensics searchin but they still can’t find the shellcases
Bitch i ball like a cancer patient, I’m the shit boy i’m constipated, i hang around robbers and you can get yo shit confiscated, i’m on the phone with Ben Franklin money my conversation, I shoot ya chest and ya leg ya head ugly combination, they mad cause we made it they hatin use it for motivation, I live in the fast lane my life is a celebration
I just bought a brand new choppa a baby K
I run up in a nigga house broad day
I been at the finish line but yall late
The judge want me locked down behind them tall gates
Fuck these bitches i just want the money! Yo time is runnin out cock my Glock and brung it out
They don’t come outside cause they hidin they ain’t comin out
This Big Mac with a lot of fries ain’t no runnin out
I’m so mothafuckin hot bitches see me and start fallin out
Gaaaang gang I was sellin snow & it was sunny!

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Aight – Lil Pump feat. Smokepurpp lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Aight
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
/Aight./(x4)
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour
/Aight./(x4)
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
Tell me what you got, boy, do you got some blow? I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
/Aight./(x4)
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour
/Aighttt./(x4)
Lil Pump lyrics
Video Lil Pump Boy, I gotta know
‘Cause I got the poles
I put it to your neck and that forty gonna talk (pew pew)
I gotta couple bands and I lay ’em on the floor (the floor)
I gotta couple bands, I can throw ’em at your ho
I gotta couple bricks, I hit a couple licks (I did!)
I f*cked another b*tch (brr), I f*cked her then I dip. (whatchu got, bro? I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
/Aight./(x4)
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour
/Aight./(x4)
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I just robbed the plug, met him at the back door
Do the walk, aight versuri-lyrics.info
Let me see on Skype
I got an AK and it’s sitting on my lap (sitting right there)
I’m in the trap (trap trap), I don’t rap (hell naw)
I got another Glock sitting in my hand
I’m with your b*tch, I’m on her a*s
Lil Pump said “boy, I got it lit”
He got a brick, we bust it down
A quarter brick (what’s that, what’s that)
I pull up on your b*tch, then I wipe her s**t
I got that blow and she sniff it off my d*ck.

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Popcaan – Stray Dog

[Intro]
(Henging Tree)
We sen’ dem home yaad
Bwoy dead like stray dog
New Member inna the graveyard

[Verse 1]
Bwoy, you a punk a you throat me a go slash
Pussy weh you know ’bout buzz Gaza ash
M1 rifle strap on ‘pon me back
Crack your skull like calabash

Pussy have you ever knock it inna traffic
Have you ever buss a man throat with a hatchet
You no know nothing ’bout badness watch it
Mack 90 go deal with you crabbit
Seh dem a badman a liar dem
Man show you rifle, you never fire dem
A could a who a hire dem
Markus mek we wire dem

[Chorus]
Go suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 2]
Use the Uzi and go shell dem endz
Dem a try jump fence, me corel dem Benz
Likkle jackass no have no fucking sense
Fully auto squeeze inna your contact lens
Dash weh dem body fi dem stink and wrenk
Bwoy live inna cement, a no accident
No care how much bloodclaat gun dem rent
Man we kill dem inna any event

[Chorus]
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 3]
Buss the AK with me right hand
Big matic shub out a the van
Any bwoy weh a claim dem a don
Copper mek you skin look like Yellow Man
So me lift up every gun weh me have fi go kill dem slowly
Me see the likkle priest dem a mek talk
And dem still don’t know me
Pussy, you no bad like Rihanna
Shot will play inna your head like piano
Me and your badness could a never similar
Your friend dem go dead from the K weh me give Miller

[Chorus]
Go suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

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The Underachievers – Head Right

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
Got the weight up on my shoulders
Play no games like no controllers
Got your bitch inside the rover
Blowing dope she like mimosas
Say your prayers to my poster
On her knees and fat
We call that the Colin Kap
Hit the fade and count the pack
Laughing at the message that you sent like
"Baby call me back!"
Look at where we started at
Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
See me I be global
Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through
Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
Let that trippy shit confuse you
All my hitters for the shaking
Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
Nigga [?]

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Medicated hella faded don’t take L’s I just inhale it
Straight from hell I burn the pavement
Got your girl I might replace you
For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
Power pole extend
No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
I’m riding through my lands
Passenger god is from the gram
You probably a fan
Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
It’s like [?]
Down to pull my life out for these bands
You call it a trance
And challenge my niggas high-caliber
Couple of savages due to their habitat
Niggas be actors but not with their action
Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
Ain’t no more momentum headed to me
Got the passion on me and the man in my [?]
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

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La movie – Luigi 21 Plus feat. Bad Bunny letra

Letra Luigi 21 Plus – La movie

Ya nadie te cree a ti ni a tu instagram
Tú no eres millo’ y tampoco calle
Yo soy así cabron no vo’a cambiar
siempre real más no confió en nadie.(la movie)

Si eres real, cumple tu palabra
el hombre lo que habla lo respalda
aplícate el refrán, del perro que ladra
que a nadie le meten cabra
Por más que bregues de corazón
Siempre salen un puerco
Y se te vira un lechón
estos hijo ‘e p*** andan en manada
salgan cabron que llego su temporada
Se hacen los humildes gusanos
y uno de buena fe le da la mano
se quejan de que nadie les ayuda
pero cuando se crecen después ni me saludan.

Ahora todos son calle
Y que es eso
Si ilegalmente no se han buscado un peso
digan lo que digan, cuidado con eso
Que ustedes no resuelven
Nací para preso
Luces, cámaras y acción
veo otro lambe bicho en formación
Roncando de día y de armamento
Y se cree ser el artista del momento
Dice ser leal
Pero para ser leal
Te tienes que probar
Y aunque la lealtad
En un papel no se firma
Cabron con esto se confirma.

Yeh Yehhh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh verssuri-lyrics.info
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yeh.

Muchos hablan de lealtad
Sin conocerla
No pueden mantenerla
Porque no son reales
Por mí que se muera
To’ el cabron que no sirve
Por mí que se muera
Yo sigo firme
Me lo bacteria
El veneno pa’
Tu elterea
Tu vida es una comedia
Yo soy dueño de la feria
Falso cantante
Morirán por donde vienen
Si dan
Van por Ñengo
Acribillar.

La fama lo vuelve loco
La rata son ratas
Yo no me equivoco
Mera mama bicho
Mejor baja el moco
Mera ese hijo ‘e p***
Te vo’a dar uno poco
No ignoren su suerte
Que andan con una glockpeta a la muerte
Loco por envolverte
Pa’ sacarte de gato por si estas al frente
Gano la falsa de na’
Y en tiro la hipocresía
Seguimo’ activo todavía
¿Que?
Ñengo en nadie confía
Ñengo le pone el peine clear lija vacía
Estas lista de embuste
Después no se frustren
Me pongo pa’ ustedes
Se van y la junte
Apunar mi repute
Empiezan ejecute
Que vamo’ a ver
Cuando el AK se empute.

Yeh Yeh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yeh hh.

Ando con Mercedes deportivo
No con 2 hijo’ de p*** que son impulsivo
Cazando par de lechone’ fugitivo
Que se me escaparon
Pero están más muerto’ que vivo’
Lo que vivo casi nunca lo escribo
Y lo que escribo casi nunca lo vivo
Lo que ando buscando es una excusa
Un motivo
Pa’ arrastrarlo
Amarra’o de los estribos
Mi carro está en sold out
Mi casa está en salda
Y estos colegas peleando por falda’
A mí me mama el bicho el cantante
El corista, el dj
Hasta tu guardaespaldas
Conmigo ha visto el roce
Que pa’ meterte ya tengo la pose
Cabron tú y tu jefe a mí me conocen
No me hagas ponerte la boca a las 12
Me he venido y pa’ en fila
Yo nunca he corrido por pila
Deja la marea tranquila
Que mi combo es mío
Hijo ‘e p***
El tuyo tu no alquila
Te recomiendo que pidas ayuda
Que no va a llevarte
Ni flore’ en la viuda
Sigue apostándole
Al santo y al buda
Hasta que el huracán te sacuda
¡Pusho!

Yeh Yeh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yehhh.
Luigi 21 Plus letras
Video movie

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Future – Use Me (Hndrxx Album)

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….

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Future – Use Me

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….

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Game – What Else

[Verse 1]
In this moment, erase my fears
Only time for action, no time for tears
All these years been preparin’ for right now
When they see the AK barrel, they pipe down
White sheets and nightgowns, sniffin’ that blood hounds
Soldier, swallowed my own sweat and won’t drown
My squad is thorough, my infiltry fifth ward
Scars on faces, long way from a ghetto boy
I’m built for this, I killed for this
Put everythin’ on the line, blood spilled for this
They consider it madness, grew up an ignorant bastard
If it wasn’t ’bout guns, I was skippin’ them classes
Thickest assassin, pull it the fastest
Cock it and blast it, runnin’ my racket
Put ’em all in the casket
Strikin’ them matches, wrap you in plastic
Turn you to ashes
Call me for duty and I’ll murder the masses

[Hook]
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else

[Verse 2]
I’m on a suicide mission with pistols, I won’t miss you
You with me, I’m with you, if not, the slug gon’ hit you
Rip through your tissue, I don’t think the world gon’ miss you
Full magazine, 15 covers, the next issue
Ghost, not the luxury car, I’m talkin’ hollows
Sub-missiles flyin’ through the sky
You can find me in the shark tank, topped off, loadin’ the scars
Tramplin’ dead bodies in the field, full of blood
No remorse, of course we gon’ be lit
We soldiers, trained to murder and won’t miss
No time to piss, the realest in the midst
Lost in foreign land and we eat where we shit
Long machete arms, get chopped up in the jungle
Today could be your last, to hard to remain humble
Die by yourself ’cause you was born on your own
Some of the greatest kings got murdered on they thrones

[Hook]
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else

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Use me – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – Use me

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, ohhh.(use me)

Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me versuri-lyrics.info
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use meee
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for.

Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’.

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can.

Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said “f*ck the streets” and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now.

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use meee
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for.

Use meee to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use meee
Use me, then use meee
Then you better, then you better
Use meee
Use meee
Use meee.
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Future – Use Me Lyrics

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get Xan’d out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out

My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
‘Cause I was trappin’ at grandma’s house when I came out
I said, “Fuck the streets, ” and made made my own lane now
When you get high enough you can dodge raindrops
And tell your mama and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….

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Nines – These Keys (feat. Berner) (One Foot Out Album)

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 1: Nines]
Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands
Remember when I kop the Ice hublot with the rubber band
Made 30K this week I’m nothing like them other man
I’m on a different level now but I don’t think they understand
Last year I would have stressed my pockets if I copped a Range
Funny how in a couple months, how luck could change
Old niggas on the track, bragging ’bout watch and chain
Next album I’ll probably rap about yachts and planes
Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle ’round the Porsche
Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust
Shit was slow, mandem was moving like some scavengers
Never going broke again I’m cool with all the traffickers
Jazzy said chill and let them young bucks spray them tools
Think they hating now, watch when I upgrade my jewels
My lil’ niggas know a nigga spend a monkey on some shoes
Trappin’ from a distance can’t see them junkies from these views
Grew up ’round some of the best niggas to do it
Now we fucking with them Albo’s they like the Mexicans of Europe
They don’t play me on the radio but I don’t give a fuck
I’ve buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it out

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 2: Berner]
Empty boxes got me nauseous
Six burner phones in my faucet
We buy phones and we wash ’em
Digging holes to find a million dollars [?], ain’t sweet
I’ve been broke, same clothes for a week
Fresh off the plane I see badges fuck the D.E.A
This piece costs a couple more G’s, when it leave the States
Started from the bottom, with a key of yay
I’m ridin’ round dirty in this Honda, I don’t need the Wraith
They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case
Cookies with the cheese, [?] bring me strains
Bring the jack back, I’m smoking for the JA
Black hoodie with the AK
Dirty money bring the devil out, bag the lemonade
Put my gloves on, then we send ’em out
80 for a 20 pack, yeah I’m talking locally
Here in the city, I’m still getting [?]
The rest of them getting 2, they can’t even sell ’em though
I could never sell ’em low, I’d rather be selling blow
Talking on the telephone, now he’s never coming home
The dope gang dirty yeah, they don’t love you until you’re gone

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

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Young Dolph – Yeezy

[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hairr
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

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LUPE FIASCO – City Of The Year lyrics

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

Aye, born in the middle of the West
Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

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Lupe Fiasco – City Of The Year lyrics

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

Aye, born in the middle of the West
Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

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Young Dolph – Yeezy (Gelato Album)

[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hair
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

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Migos – Bad And Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Offset]
You know young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, woah (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come for me (come for me)
I swear these niggas under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low Act’ rate (Act’)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me your bitch ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga duckin
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
How about the suicide with the Uzi? (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’, I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’, I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Oh, oh, now she won’t fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hot you through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
So much money they use rakes
Count 100,000 in your face (in your face)
Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, oh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

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Future – Die A Gangsta (Freebandz Mixtape)

[Intro: Future]
Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta
Super, out of here, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put them O’s in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah

[Pre-Hook: Future]
I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin’ trip

[Hook: Future]
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playin’, they got spilt
Went I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck, it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin’ with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smokin’ marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pluto running through the racks

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a Black Card… just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump? I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talkin’.. too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is.. too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talkin’.. plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
‘Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meetin’ with my shooters, it’s been arranged for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talkin’ gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

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Migos – Slippery lyrics

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
Fuck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it (serve)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

(Offset!)
Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she fuck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (hey)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These bitch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad bitch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My bitches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s fuck the cops (fuck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
Fuck it I seize a knot

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, hey

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Papoose – Back On My Bullshit (feat. Fat Joe & Jaquae)

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em "I don’t know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make "Panda," but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the [?]
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals [?]

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Outro: Fat Joe (Jaquae)]
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)

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Jhene Aiko – Maniac

[Verse 1]
Hop on the dick like a maniac
Head like a brainiac
Gotta read the sign like a zodiac
I’m a lowkey freak, you don’t know me yet?
Good head, got a little bite to it
Little booty, got a little bounce to it
We could go all damn night to it
Wife that, gon’ throw rice to it

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac

[Verse 2]
I must, I must, I must, I
Must admit I’m in love with your sex
Every single day, baby give me your best
Every single day, you be gettin’ this neck
I be gettin’ no rest, just took two breaths (ahh, ahh)
Need a vacay
Nigga shot more rounds than a AK
Goin’ ’round ’round ’round like an AA
Got me showin’ up late for the late late

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
With a maniac (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make you fall in love with a maniac (with a maniac)

[Verse 3]
I stay up all night for ya, I’m trooper
Call in a request, I pick up, pull up quick as Uber
Anywhere, everywhere, you turn me to addict
If you love me like you say you do then get it tatted
Do you, do you, do you, I know how to do you
Flip me over then maneuver
As long as a ruler, you the ruler
Don’t tell nobody else, that’s the rule, yeah
Ass in the air, feet in the air
Weed in the air, we in the air, me and you stare
Night shift take the stress away
Then the second round take the rest away

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
(Have you ever… loved with a maniac, baby)
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
(You just made love to a maniac)
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
(Do you wanna… fuck with a… maniac, maniac)
Make you fall in love with a maniac, maniac
(Make you fall in love)

[Outro]
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
With a maniac, ma-ma-maniac
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
I’m a maniac
I’m a mothafuckin’ maniac
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
I know that you like it, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know