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Comethazine – Fuck Errbody Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Grow up, nigga
[Chorus]
Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat
[Verse]
Give a fuck about her, give a fuck about him
Because neither of them give a fuck about me
Shut the fuck up, I am trying to feast
Twenty a month for my new house lease
Choker got me lookin’ like a dog on a leash
Bitch, I am a dog, but I’m wild and free
AR-15, it’ll blow out your teeth
Teach a young nigga how to go ’bout the beef
Go buy some heat, then stay by your piece
Sag real low, this a heavy XD
Balenci’ 43, these some heavy ass feet
Used to do heavy hits out the Chevy ’03
Every clerk at Shell in the hood know me
Copped Backwoods, dub on pump three
Put three up in the ‘Wood, then bump Pimp C
[Chorus]
Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat

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G Herbo – All In Lyrics

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

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Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics

(With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)
Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them
Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening? Dun Deal on the track
Is you with me or against me? Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)
Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah) Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?

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Bow Wow – Emotional Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin’ comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me
Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
Snoop said, “Get these niggas,” so I’ma get ’em dog
One house, ten bitches, that how I’m living dog
Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off
If she don’t fuck, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all
Let’s get back to this real shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me, y’all think that it’s true
See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t fuck with the press
Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, niggas turn clowns
Go ‘head with all that fake love shit, I know what’s up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up
[Verse 2]
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there
Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there
They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there
That’s extortion at its finest my nigga
We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don’t try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine
And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different, now our view ain’t the same
You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy
We grown men, let’s turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you
No subtweetin’, you talk shit, boy I’m approachin’ you
That’s real
[Outro]
Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings
Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say
But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though
So fuck it

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Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped
[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame
[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break right through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened? Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them
[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood I thought you was a real one?

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Trouble – Come Thru lyrics

[Intro: Trouble]
Ear Drummers
Man, this crazy as f*ck
You said you was talkin’ about what? You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come
[Verse 3: Trouble]
I was slidin’, vibin’, ridin’ 285 just in my thoughts
Do I need go hit this lick? What time you want a nigga to come? Yeah
Come through
Yeah, you must want a nigga to come What time you want a nigga to come? You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come
[Outro: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come, yeah
Come through
You must want a nigga to come
Come through
Oh, oh, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come? Ain’t got no time to gettin’ caught
I can’t leave my folks down bad like that, guess I’m just gon’ slow roll it
Partner say he got OG in the 3, that’s where I’m rollin’
Focus nigga, need to focus mo, that’s Motrin, ain’t no purp
You ain’t gon’ f*ck me up like that, step on my sh*t, bitch, you’ll get murked
Few were out there in the bluff, Eastside just might see me in dirt
A two-piece snack in one piece skirts
Can’t turn me down, this ain’t that vert
Got all 12’s on recurr
Got off them bails, you hella hurt
Got a fair time, I failed to do
Got a fair time, I failed the dirt
You lil’ bitches failed to mention when you gossip in your kitchen
How I held sh*t down since prison, how I held sh*t down in trenches huh
[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through? Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through? I got nothin’, man
I got nothin’ on no nothin’
Nah, straight like that, though
Mike WiLL Made-It
[Verse 1: Trouble]
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke, bitch
[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through? Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through? What time you want a nigga to come? What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
Just want me to come through, come through
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come
[Verse 2: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Damn the bih bout dumb as a box of rocks
Dawg I just get them sock
Find out lil’ bitty be the opps
You can’t be G and be the cops (yeah)
I can’t play myself out like that
Fuck these hoes, keep gettin’ that dope
[?] countin’ mine won’t be tryin’ get no n*gger, somethin’ I know
I was down bad on my luck, my dawg like three sum summers ago
Ain’t sh*t been sweet, but neither’s me so my bitch need 300 or more
I keep guns and ganja close, I keep funds, but I don’t boast
I know what it’s like to not have sh*t it ain’t a bitch I owe
You don’t need ’em now
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ try me without sayin’ I went in his sh*t (f*ck nigga)
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ disrespect the gang or try my bitch (f*ck nigga)
[?] no game
Watch me straight up out that 6 [?] wit you gettin’ dismissed
I give a fed a Jadakiss I rep that north for facin’ sh*t, Skoob
[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time? What time you want a nigga to come?

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Young Thug – What You Sayin Lyrics

Get it)
Pussy nigga starin’ with his snail face
Twenty-fives, thirty-eights, fuck a shell-case (brrr)
Old hunnids, small head on a big plate (what?)
Eatin’ good, vegetarian niggas [?]
All these foreign cars, nigga, know we racin’ (skrrt)
Got lots of foreign broads that I never chase
I swear it’s five stars every time I eat
I swear it’s five broads stuffin’ in my face
You can have it, whoa, whoa, you can have it
These niggas saddened, we just livin’ lavish
I went in the rabbit myself and picked out some carats
She know we ain’t average and all of my niggas happy
Oh no
[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it to OG double D, bitch I dig
Drink on that lean until it’s [?]
I’ma leak that sauce until the world was slimes
Filled it with slimes and then we slimed up the streets
That pussy nigga tellin’ looks so sloppy to me
Oh no
[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it
[Verse 2]
If you a G, say “fuck tha police” (fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
Cockblock, and drop it on my gold teeth
I’ma run inside that pussy, dropped my codeine
Get it, drunk it, hit it, hit it, like a nosebleed
(Like I said the first time, man, real dripset shit, y’know what I mean? I ain’t through. Pay attention. [Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it
[Verse 1]
She was so fine (she was so fine)
So I let her push the foreign ride an’ sit in it (skrrt)
I’m starin’ at the toilet like I wan’ go shit on niggas (what?)
I’d rather kill a nigga (oh boy) before I squeal on niggas (on God)
(Know I’m sayin’, man? Real dripset shit, man, give it to ’em, ya dig?)
Copped her a coupe and now she say I’m the best
I told she ain’t gon’ tell you, can put her to the test
I flood with her Chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
I bought a gold [?] and flex it on the v-neck
Beat her like Funkmaster Flex
Lock on that knit like a bitch
That pussy pink like a pig
R.I.P.

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Sonny Digital – My Guy (feat. Black Boe)

[Chorus] (Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]
[Verse 1] (Sonny Digital):
Hit the plug
Bitch you know wassup
Rollin grams, Sonny in the cut
Disrespect the slay, like a spoon loc
Gotta hit the plug pack
It ain’t too low
Nigga you know
Diamonds, boy, like CuJo
Gas, yeah that fuel, bro
I want Mars like Bruno
And you know, I’m the one like Uno
Keep your head like [?] bro
Plug coming soon doe
[Chorus](Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

[Verse 2]: (Black Boe)
I know the plug that’s why I dont fuck with you
I’m smoking OG and I fuck with cookie too
Me and Sonny D might a smoke zip this what we do
And this pack from burner, it might clear the fucking room
I know the plug
Man I really know the PLUG
When I saw the last pack I fell in love
He got gas he dont fuck with midgets
And he pullin up in less than 60 minutes, yeah
[Chorus](Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]
[Verse 3] (Sonny Digital):
VP on my wrist with the shit , yeah yeah
When I hit the plug I need my zips, yeah yeah
Pockets thick like Kylie Jenner Lips
When [?] with my plug kill view
[?]
I keep the gas on me
I got stash on me
[?] right pass on me
We know the plug, you gotta move right
But if you dont know niggas then you move like

[Chorus]:
We all know you
So we dont buy
We all know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

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Love is blind – Fergie lyrics

two, por vida y que we’ll be together
Me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your ruca and your .. (Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)(love is blind)
‘Bout those b*tches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other h**s
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind. Lyrics Fergie – Love is blind
Hey baby, won’t you lie to me? (Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Blind (Love is blind)
‘Ind (Love is blind). You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized. I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Mrs. (Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is bliiind
I’m in love and love is bliiind
Blind (Love is bliiind)
‘Ind (Love is bliiind)
(Tell those b*tches to go home)
(Tell them b*tches to go homeee)
Fergie lyrics
Video blind ‘Bout those b*tches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other h**s
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone). Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone). Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?

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Musiq Soulchild – Hard Liquor Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All the young folk talkin’ ‘bout turnin’ up
They ain’t even been nowhere, don’t really know what’s up
Don’t get it twisted, this is not a diss song (Diss song)
No, it’s just a real song
All you old heads always got something to say
Yeah, I respect the game, but OG, you had your day
(Yeah, you had your day)
I’m just trying to figure mine out (Mine out)
So sometimes I gotta ride out
Do what works for me, I don’t always know what it is
Sometimes it’s hard to see
I can’t tell whether I’m headed for hell or Heaven
Oh well, guess we just gon’ have to wait and see
Either way it’s up to me, so
All I know is that I’m part of a generation
Making up for some past mistakes and
Yeah, I know we may not be the best role models
But real life’s a hard pill to swallow
So that’s why we…
[Chorus]
Fresh, flicks, the best and nothing less
Like to pretend if you win the stress hits your chest like some hard liquor
Uh, hard liquor
When your life what you like, just had a hard night (Hard night)
Hungover, you know you ain’t needin’ another shot of hard liquor
Hard liquor
When your moonshines hit the sunrise
While you were trying to good night’s…sleep
Insomnia got you up, thinking ‘bout all them thoughts and they addin’ up
[Verse 2]
I won’t complain, but I can say that I’ve been better
Life’s a bitch but I loved her since the day I met her
We got more issues than I care to mention
(Yeah, that I care to mention)
Think we need an intervention (Yeah)
Dark shades and aspirins (I need some aspirins)
Crossroads and dead ends
You don’t always know how it’s gon’ turn out (Turn out)
Gotta be smart about it or you could burn out
It’s finna change, here we go again (Here we go again)
So toast to the world we in
Yeah, might be a little hard today
But tomorrow, we gon’ still be here and we gon’ be…
[Chorus]
Fresh, flicks, the best and nothing less
Like to pretend if you win the stress hits your chest like some hard liquor
Uh, hard liquor
When your life what you like, just had a hard night (Hard night)
Hungover, you know you ain’t needin’ another shot of hard liquor
Hard liquor
Take life, shot after shot
Gotta hold it down whether you like or not
Just like some hard liquor
Just like hard liquor
Take life, shot after shot
Gotta hold it down whether you like or not
Just like some hard liquor
Just like…

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Chief Keef – You & Me (Thot Breaker Album)

[Intro]
Huh?
Umm
Lean, lean
Skrr, Skrr skrr skrr
Bang bang, bang bang

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

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Chief Keef – You & Me Lyrics

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

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Snakehips – Right Now lyrics

Yeah
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right

[Verse 1: Elhae]
Party everyday, why we waitin’ on the weekend?
‘Cause she know that I know what she came here to do
We’ll be diving off the deep end, woah
‘Cause I be in my zone, ooh
Pressin’ up like defense, woo
And now we on the road, everythin’ is slow-mo
No discussions, skip the pretense (let’s not make it complicated)

[Pre-Chorus: Elhae & H.E.R.]
You know when we get together we probably won’t act right
You been talkin’ shit forever, but tonight’s the last time
Bottle on the table, like the one we finished last night
Hold up on the breaks and hit the gas

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[Chorus: Elhae]
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
It ain’t right, but it’s right now
We ain’t right, we ain’t right, oh
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right

[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]
Girl you always fallin’ off on me, that’s target practice
And I can’t stand it when you mad, but it look so attractive
And I got somethin’ in my pocket that makes both of us happy
And when we kick it for some hours off that dope and candy
Said we be freakin’ for some minutes, but it feels like hours
Said we would be strapped off that OG, but it smells like towel
And I can’t stand you when I’m sober, would you still come over?
You drive me crazy, you’re my chauffeur ’til the Uber shows up

[Bridge: Elhae]
She wanna get faded, so we gon’ let the night [?]
And we’re gonna let the [?] slow
We gon’ let the party till we are, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Elhae & H.E.R.]
You know when we get together we probably won’t act right
You been talkin’ shit forever, but tonight’s the last time
Bottle on the table, like the one we finished last night
Hold up on the breaks and hit the gas

[Chorus: Elhae]
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
It ain’t right, but it’s right now
We ain’t right, we ain’t right, oh
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right

[Outro: D.R.A.M.]
Snakehips
One bottle, two people and no chasers
Me and lil’ mama, solve our problems
By gettin’ wasted off the alcoholla, marijuana and etcetera
My boo thang, always and forever, yeah
We problematic, so it has it
But who ain’t got problems?
We all have ’em, yeah
But she still a baddie, I’m still her daddy
And we’re higher, than all y’all
Still at it, still at it

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TLC – Way Back (Lyric Video)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help me find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

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G Herbo – Something

[Intro]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I’m just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that shit

[Verse]
Look I won a race, 100 miles and running
They was stopping, I ain’t jog or nothing
I ain’t lag or nothing
I was 20 laps ahead of y’all, I ain’t brag or nothing
Gang rooting, under pressure, I ain’t let them down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras, hand me a towel or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Y’all know where I started
All them late nights going retarded
Running with the wildest youngings
Smelling like 1000 onions
Damn that shit don’t count for nothing
When I told ’em I was coming
They just thought that was I bluffing
Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch ’em
Pretty ladies, yeah I love ’em
Come backstage, they let me fuck ’em
Free Of Charge don’t owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Make her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me fuck her twice
She know I might fuck up her life
Too lit to have a fucking wife
She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it
She can board her flight
Lil Ruth Chris might get her something to go, I guess I’m sorta nice
Never been on dates, I risked my life
She see me blowing this pipe
Baby I’m not regular, no I’m not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that’s not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can’t leave no trace or evidence
Or location, if I’m there too long I gotta move
Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don’t like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don’t leave the G out when you say Herbo
Never leave the G out
Glock on me every day I leave out
Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout
Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
Gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money
Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain’t push the sports button
Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me
Still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers
Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain’t running like the Porsche running
Remember yelling 47 with the torch running
Hittin cuts on the ops block
Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning
All my niggas all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch us
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all (?) I roll the steel up
Everybody on the team tryna score something
Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon
But we ain’t going out sweet, no cop dying
That means ain’t no cops killing us
Ain’t no ops killing us
Some say I might sound cocky
Some say I might sound scary
But I know that I’m gon’ get home where I’m from that’s (?)
Where I’m from shit get scary, niggas get buried
Riding up on your block, bloody mary
Don’t you double dare me
I’m from the Eastside of Chicago
I’m Gucci where I go
Niggas know me where I go
I’m an OG where I go
You can’t help what you born with
But it’s on you if you die broke
If I die before I wake
Have a party when I go
20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go

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TLC – Way Back (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
When our photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

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Big Bank – 25 Squares (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
Don’t let this lean hold you back from your full potential
She said your’e the smartest person I’ve ever bumped into
Super

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black]
Came up, fucked up, living like a savage
Watch my pops give up turn to a addict
OG’s in front the store frontin’ niggas package
White powder turn to blow, I thought I seen magic
Bought a 50 dollar slap, now it’s Big Bank Escobar
These hoes really up for grab when you having some
They thought I would succeed but I feedi fed feechi
Only time a nigga love you, when he begging or he need you
Made myself a boss, a billion dollar mind
Zone 6, living lavish big bank a rare kind
Duct Tape, that’s the mob that’s my whole spine
My nigga Pluto, Freebandz but we the same kind

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, its detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 2: Future]
I poured a little baking soda and more xan’s
You bett’ not let them hollowtips touch your hands
You see I came up and I blew out like a fan
I watch my man’s turn his back when I expanded
Flipping that raw raw it came in a casket
We on the Southside lil woadie ’bout to blast it
And I knew, I knew when I was on that corner I wasn’t average
Sometime I like to post up
Take the styrofoam and toast up
You know damn well these niggas below us
I made the right moves just listening to my instincts
I got my Pirus, my Grave street niggas with me

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’ it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

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Take A Mic – Superstar (Boite Noire Album)

[Intro]
Wow, wow, wow, incroyable
Shabz, incroyable
Envoie (Shabz)

[Refrain] (x2)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

[Couplet 1]
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
Viens on s’barre de la te-boî, on fait ça dans l’noir
La concu’ c’est comme les ‘teilles, on les boit
Mes négros brillent, on les voit
OG enfermé, nique les lois
J’prends ton number et j’mets les voiles
Tu veux pisser l’sang ? Élève la voix
Ils le font mais ça rien à voir
Guette, je sais qu’tu nous imites
Fuck le rap jeu, négro j’deviens minimaliste
Fais la maille et les valises
Elle a liké, elle a follow, elle est maligne
J’crache ma rime, elle est magique
Des fois j’pense à la vie, elle est tragique
On est prêt pour l’avenir, met le tarif

[Pont]
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (wow)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (envoie)

[Couplet 2]
Guette, j’passe sur mon compte en banque, j’ai envie de devenir un vendeur de C
Quand ça va cesser, tu vas v’nir sucer
Le succès c’est comme l’échiquier, faut savoir jouer
Sur mon son, il faut savoir bouger
J’ai découpé la prod’ comme un boucher
J’ai beaucoup de technique comme un gaucher
Meuf t’as de l’expérience, faut t’embaucher
Faire du blé jusqu’à l’AVC
De la drogue dure dans les WC
Change pas d’avis, fallait pas nous laisser
On rentre dans ta ville, toutes les gos sont pressées
Fait crier le son avec les vitres baissées

[Refrain] (x5)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

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Young Dolph – So Fuk’em (Bulletproof Album)

[Verse 1]
Me and my lil’ bitch just fucked another bitch (what? Huh)
Me and my niggas just hit another lick (another lick)
I’m with the same gang that I started with (gang, gang)
It’s ’til death do us part, you little bitch (la familia)
I send all my side bitches to go buy all my choppas (woah)
Put my trap house in they name, they do it with no problem (woah)
Got a fine OG bitch, she still like to wear Prada (Prada)
38 years old and she look just like a model (she bad)
She kept it so real that I put her in a Drizzop (drop)
Yeah, that boy went corporate but he straight up off the Blizzock (block)
Meet me at the top, the realist advice I can give you is to never stop (ey, never)
They ask me for the key because I got this shit on lock (yeah)
Me and 40 bad bitches smokin’ on a yacht (it’s Dolph)
I’m programmed to get money everyday like a robot (it’s Dolph)
I know you think I’m fuckin’ with these bitches but I’m not (not)
Nah lil’ mama, I’m not

[Chorus]
Ever since a minor I been all about my business (straight up)
I might lie to you sometimes ’cause I care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
Nah, I don’t love her (nah)
Yeah, I prolly fucked her (yeah)
Nah, I don’t like her (nah)
Baby, I just one night her (ayy)
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
None of these niggas, I don’t trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, fuck ’em

[Verse 2]
If he ain’t hustler, fuck ’em (fuck ’em)
None of these niggas I don’t trust ’em (fuck ’em)
Done worked too hard out here
For you to run off here and fuck ’em (fuck ’em)
Fucking with this bad bitch one night and got in trouble (damn)
Flyin’ down the E-way on that codeine seein’ double (yeah)
I lie because I didn’t know her name bae, I just fucked her (sorry)
Fucked her one time in the the car, bae, that bitch don’t mean nothin’ (sorry)
Might pop up in yo hood and flood yo trap to flex my muscles (trap)
Drinkin’ promethazine and eatin’ crab, legs and oysters
That’s yo friend but he don’t wanna grow so leave him ‘lone (fuck ’em)
The only thing that he can do from there is bring you down (fuck ’em)
She your friend but that bitch mad you got a real nigga (fuck ’em)
All this shit that we been through and I’m still out here witcha, it’s Dolph

[Chorus]
Ever since a minor I been all about my business (straight up)
I might lie to you sometimes ’cause I care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
Nah, I don’t love her (nah)
Yeah, I prolly fucked her (yeah)
Nah, I don’t like her (nah)
Baby, I just one night her (ayy)
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
None of these niggas, I don’t trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, fuck ’em

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MoneyBagg Yo – Yesterday (feat. Lil Durk)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang…….Lets Get It!

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I was starving in them MillCreek Apartments, shit got me heartless
Rent time, laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems
Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, baby momma Trying to argue
Telling me how she hoping I don’t get farther, she can’t except that I’m popping
I came up they say i’m a target
Talking bout how they gone rob me
I keep them blue tips in my cartridge
A nigga try me then I’m popping
Yesterday hopped out a foreign and I couldn’t believe it
Took my backend and cashed out on a couple piece
Niggas be talking that shit need to tell them please (shhhh)
I might just shoot em and fly to another region
I got some niggas that’s locked away, I got niggas in a better place
I bust down a Rollie from 50k
I really did that shit yesterday
I been in these streets running with them gangstas, I ain’t just start this shit yesterday
OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Ain’t get the [?] before last and It’s not cause of the cash
Hundred pounds of the gas, we took it the day before last
My homie got 39 years because he ain’t put on a mask
Because you snitch in the past, [?] get on yo ass
My baby momma told me Im a dead beat
Ops seen said he ain’t sparing me
Credit Card fraud money handy
Ain’t nobody here like Cary
20 years about going Cary
Bitch nigga I ain’t never scary
Im in the trendings I ain’t never scary
I counted 400g’s and the Glock was on me that was yesterday
And I’m addicted to lean and i be all in the streets that was yesterday
So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don’t hesistate
Pop me a perc and you meditate shawty [?] heaven gate

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)
I ain’t stun that shit

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Azizi Gibson – High

[Verse 1]
It might be easy on the other side
Not here
Maybe you’ll understand some other time
Get real
You saw the streams when we expected life
Awful
Then ran away to a place we’ll never find
Oh you thought I would forget
Oh you thought I would forget
All of them lies that you spread to my friends
Now they all caught up
You said you was fine but you judging again
What should we call that?
Hands on the vibe but you turn on your kin
I see an error in your format
There is no way we can trust you again
Really after all that
All of them lies you told to my friends
We won’t forgive you for it
Cuz we was patient while you motherfuckers still ignored us
And we was tryna fight the system, you was begging for it
Everybody got together, we was ready for it
The government is going down in all kind of sorts
I’m here to tell you how it’s going down
We don’t want no violence just hear us out

[Interlude]

[Verse 2 x2]
Got me like "Good God!"
I can’t go, I let go
I’m a G, I’m a soldier
Got my trucks on the ground, I’m an OG
Funny, everybody used to judge me by the old me
Lord help me
Ha! I can’t see
But I know I’m about to be on TV
Cuz they understand that’s who were going be
Stop believing in your time
Stop depending on speed [?]
Lord help me!

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NBA Youngboy – How i’m living Lyrics

[Intro]

This for that young nigga that’s posted on the block
This for that lil nigga that’s trynna make it to the top
(To the top, yeah)

[Verse 1]
And ima start this first verse off by saying R.I.P. Dave
Ima keep my dirty ways till they let D-dawg out the cage
Nawf side 38 triple ward where i play
Yall niggas running ’round I’m just trynna run the game
And i was always reckless nigga I was never tamed
Ima ride for my brother I know he would do the same
Load up with them cuttas ima make em feel my pain
Ima make these pussy bitches bleed for what yall did to Dave
And we done bought so many guns, bitch we strapped up like the NAVY
I got this bitch up on me for whoever try to play me
These niggas too petty bitch you need an education
They trynna rule B.R. bitch I’m trynna rule the nation
Stick you out yo shit, I’m the real 38 baby
I’m cruising to the top while you other niggas racing
You back i’m concentrated
I’m back and forward pacing, I’m steady meditating
I’m like fuck a nigga hating
They like ‘Youngboy, man you the sickest you the dumbest right now
They like ‘Youyngboy you bout to blow up you know you bout to get signed
Whole lotta OG’s on my place helped me stay on my grind
Buku hoes be on my top but I ain’t waisting my time

I’m the street’s hottest youngin I’m on fire
Straight to the top yeah you right but I won’t stop
Fuck whoever not in a minute know I won’t fold
I say I’m hot, I got the ticket niggas better realize it

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Sean Leon – Salt Lake City (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Verse 1]
In Salt Lake City and we up right now
It’s just us right now
I ain’t give a fuck all my life, why would I give a fuck right now, yeah
I put all my feelings, my fears, my ideas in a blunt right now, yeah
Fuck her then leave her, then text her I need her, I’m stuck right now, yeah
OG so funky, got groove in the trunk right now
OG so funky, the car like a skunk right now
Bad bitch I might love forever, but I do not need the bitch
If this thing don’t last us forever, if this just an evening thing
Yeah, it was still real, still real

[Hook]
In Salt Lake City and we up right now, a-ha-ha
Salt Lake City and we up right now

[Verse 2]
Yeah, wake up feeling different, hmm
She done caught a bunch of feelings, but I don’t see that shit
They been telling you lies, but that shit so light, I don’t read that shit
No, no
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Um, yeah
They salty as fuck out here
You luck if you buck or you duck out here
I keep it above but will never change
But sometimes I feel like I’m stuck out here
Come up on your watch when you come outside
She call out my name when I come inside
I come from where ain’t nothing made a name
I made me a lane then I made me king
You know, man, I pray for the day I forgive niggas
I want them dead, man, I ain’t forget
They ain’t take a shot that I ain’t contest
They might take a shot but that shit direct
I know how it feel, man, you feel like you feel, man
I felt how you feel
Felt like a breakup sometimes, when you wake up, it’s hard to just get up sometimes
I mourn every morning
Look at my daughter
And sit with my daughter
Hailey Nirvana
Write all my wrongs and my rights when I write
I write so my karma don’t harm ya, yeah
Daddy got dough on the way, girl, I’m going away
Can’t help but hate how you pay for the sins of your father
Tattoo your name in my vein so you know it’s official
Pull out your sock from my pocket whenever I miss you
Daddy got dough on the way, girl, I’m going away
Yeah…

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2 Chainz – Good Drank 2.0 (feat. Gucci Mane, Quavo & The Trap Choir)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget that kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my partner Doe
All we ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Tryna make me a mil, so I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in a Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
You know I look in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
2 Chainz!

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out you’re poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’, I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Favorite rapper, that’s 3K
Yeah sir that’s my DJ
Mike Dean on the piano
Put the work on the E-way
Guwop right next to me
So you know Bouldercrest with me
Man it’s hard for you to mess with me
So you’re looking at the best really
Diamonds dancing like Bentley
Might leave in a Bentley
Kinda hard to get with me
Can’t believe it like Ripley
Pretty girls like trap music
Man I used to want a condo
Started off in the basement
Ended up on the top floor
Yeah, you listening to the top flow
Now you looking at the top tier
From grams to the Grammys
Told y’all it was our year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Man you looking at the evidence
Yeah God, that’s my president
Hell nah, I don’t hesitate
I ain’t met a girl can curve me
Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real

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Roc Marciano – Already (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Verse 1]
Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
Maserati’s not leased
Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
Silk lay on me, pray for me
8 million stories in the naked city
The humidity it made the titties oil
Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard

[Chorus]
Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
See my team (already), I been a G (already)
Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
Yeah nigga (already, already)
How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

[Verse 2]
Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
My jeans fit me like Springsteen
Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
With the drum my queen Sheila E
The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
We the team to beat
The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
No respectable establishment carries this
Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
Now I know just how Satchmo felt

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Warm Brew – I Swear (feat. Buddy)

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 1: Ray Wright]
Like what the fuck I got to lie for?
House parties, bad shorties, dodgin’ 5-0
Three young brothers bout to get richer than Lionel
Give a fuck if I was late I’m right on time and doin’ fine hoe
Now watch me make this Blackwood disappear
OG aroma make a lil bitch drop her rear
It seem my game keep elevating every year
Known to make the spot jump as if it wasn’t clear

[Verse 2: Serk]
It ain’t never gon’ stop like a candy 64 realest on the block
Round the clock we gon’ always be dope
Hock a loogey of some true player game
Woman flockin’ way they move say thangs
Hipaholic let it loose baby
I’m a product of my zoo LA
From nigga June to May

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 3: Manu Li]
Now looky here looky here I got lunch money
Sittin’ clean we ain’t fuckin’ wit them dust bunnies
Pennies in my hush puppies nigga what’s bummy
I campaign with the damn thang
I came here for the beer stayed her for the champagne
And some whiskey that’s for J strange and the dead homies
Its gettin’ hotter every year
I say every year niggas droppin’ like flies I’m just happy that I’m here
There’s a reason why I’m here i make yo life sound tight
You can fake it till you make it but its not my hype
Cause laid back and I kick facts
Havin’ fun makin’ money off of all these tracks foooo!

[Buddy]
More poppin’, more shoppin’, more coppin’
Show rockin’, crowd surfin’, don’t drop me
4 X

[Ray Wright]
Cause we ain’t come all this way to turn around
The game it need us more than ever right now
My people travel miles n miles to hear the sound
N see the way that Westside Warm brew Lay it down….

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

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2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Gucci Mane) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil
So I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through
Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard and want all of his purses back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year ’cause you told the best
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her, come through
Aye Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck bruh
You a living legend I appreciate that
Aye Guwop I’m glad you home cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit
2 Chainz
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

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French Montana – Hold Up (feat. Migos & Chris Brown)

[Intro]
I ain’t never gonna come through when you niggas call, I’ma come through when I want! Hol’ up!

[Hook: French Montana & (Quavo)]
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up, hol’ up
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
I ain’t rushin’ with the work
I’m comin’ with the work any time that I wanna
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Comin’ when I wanna

[Post-Hook: French Montana]
Knicks game, floor seat right next to Spike
I throw two lines on a 20 ounce Sprite

[Verse 1: French Montana & (Quavo)]
For my nerves, I’m pourin’ up
Knees in the water
Some freaks in the foreign
In the V like the quarter (Hol’ up)
Mixin’ that Ciroc, bad bitches all night (Hol’ up)
I don’t care what they doin’, man, I’m doin’ what I like
Hol’ up, hol’ up (Hol’ up)
From the bottom, feelin’ mad
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Where them niggas at when we started from bottom?
Wait a minute, wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, crib got the elevators in it
Wait a minute, now I’m buyin’ hotels

[Hook: French Montana & (Quavo)]
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up, hol’ up
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up (Hol’ up)
I ain’t rushin’ with the work
I’m comin’ with the work any time that I wanna
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Comin’ when I wanna

[Post-Hook: French Montana]
Knicks game, floor seat right next to Spike
I throw two lines on a 20 ounce Sprite

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
When I pull out the chopper, every nigga on sight (Hol’ up, rahh)
In the trap catchin’ plays, OG, Jerry Rice (OG)
When you a millionaire, you do not care ’bout the price (M&Ms)
You play with my money, know niggas will come take your life

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Baby, that pussy too crazy, put me to sleep like a baby
I like to smoke with Jamaicans
Sak pase to all my Haitians
Pussy be tight with the Asians
I like Malaysians, I like to fuck
I like to get it, eat that pussy up
I know that she get excited when I get inside it
Ride my pony, giddy up

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Lil’ bitch don’t know me, need to hold up
If you got the cookies, you need to roll up
Double cup, I’m sippin’ on purple, not Minnesota
Diamonds on my neck, I’m sick, I done caught ebola
My niggas from the bando trappin’ off a Motorola
Dabbin’ on these bitches, when they see me call me Casanova
Don’t mention that when I’m pourin’ a soda
Keep the pocket rocket for the cobras tryna take it over
(Takeoff)

[Hook: French Montana & (Quavo)]
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up, hol’ up
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up (Hol’ up)
I ain’t rushin’ with the work
I’m comin’ with the work any time that I wanna
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Comin’ when I wanna

[Post-Hook: French Montana]
Knicks game, floor seat right next to Spike
I throw two lines on a 20 ounce Sprite

[Hook: French Montana & (Quavo)]
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up, hol’ up
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up (Hol’ up)
I ain’t rushin’ with the work
I’m comin’ with the work any time that I wanna
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Comin’ when I wanna

[Post-Hook: French Montana]
Knicks game, floor seat right next to Spike
I throw two lines on a 20 ounce Sprite

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Nav – Brown Boy (The Introduction Album)

She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest

[Hook] (x2)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what’s the business

[Verse 1]
I’m not the type of brown boy you take home to your daddy
I’m the type you call when you wanna smoke a fatty
I’m the type that got the killers on speed dial
If you diss me in the mall i’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m about to steal another brown boy’s bitch now
I’m leavin’ from the rexs and i’m going to B-Town
It’s like i’m born in Texas the way i’m drinkin’ lean now
She think i’m crazy pop a molly i can’t sit down
All of the bitches who diss me you ain’t doin’ shit now
All of the niggas who ridin’ man they turn to snitch now
All of my niggas they killers they won’t pass on a lick
We never fold, never throwed, don’t fight over a bitch
And if you diss me on the road they might empty the clip
Just like future fuck around you tryna dodge bullets
You say they wanna rob me tell them try to pull it
I show your bitch the D and she know where to put it

[Hook] (x4)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what’s the business

[Verse 2]
Say she scared i’m gonna change when i get money
Say she scared and she don’t like who i’m becoming
Shawty movin’ insecure and it’s a turn off
Rollin’ up i gotta lot of stress to burn off
There’s not a lot of OG’s that i can learn off
They’re tryna help but really wishin’ i would fall off

(I’m leaving from the Rexs and i’m going to B-Town) (x2)

[Hook] (x2)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me that’s the business

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The Weeknd – Reminder

Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I sweat too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain’t XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking ’bout a face coming off a bag a blow
I’m like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these RnB niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane

You know man, you know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Said Im just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I’mma keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Wrap a chain around they neck, making sure I’m getting home
When I travel ’round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we’ll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings we’ll wear it out
I ain’t gotta tell you cause

You know man, you know man
You know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Why don’t you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing
Big girl won’t you work something, work something
For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
Big girl won’t you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing
Baby girl won’t you work something, work something
For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing

Cause you know man, they know me
You ain’t know man, now you know me