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Chance the Rapper – Eternal Lyrics

Pull up in a ring like wrestlers
Pop out at the soccer game with the VVS’s and a bunch of snacks
Model X Falcon, backseat, doing jumping jacks
20-1-9, I want it one of a kind
2020, I’ma be ahead of my time
Twenty thousand leagues, the biggest fish in the pond
But if you never go fishing, it’s something you’ll never find
[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)
[Verse 2: Smino]
I know some shawties that’ll blast for me over blasphemy
And throw that ass for me, show my last to sleep
Huh, slow motion so I had to see
Before you start, fill my glass, wipe my glasses
I love her passion, ooh (Sweet)
I drunk her passionfruit (Sweet)
I’m runnin’ through your organs like when I pass the hoop
I wanna pass the ball, I don’t pass the ball
I’m Kobe, baby, I ate it up
I ain’t ate all month, you lookin’ like a plate of lunch
Sentiment was edgy if she let her get stoned
Almost fell in love, I hurt my heart from these songs
Terminally known, she can feel it in the stones
Huh, now she giving me ultimatums
I told her I hate tomatoes, some chances, I gotta take ’em
I can’t see for the life of me
Why all these hoes like me when I got wifey? This before your time
I used to two-step in the 019
I always been fine, this is not new wine
I just happened to find a way to live my whole life in my prime
Side niggas don’t look this good, can’t cook this good
Can’t fuck this good, can’t get right
You send him to the store and forget that he left
You send me to the store, I come back with a chef
I’ll come back out of breath
While your side nigga sittin’ at the club with a booty on his chin like a cleft
I don’t never want two that’s the same as the next
I made the three more famous than Steph
No cap, that’s a roundhouse kick to a Jameson’s neck
I got a Jada Pinkett keeping sure my shame is in check
Cross-legged in the dojo, my master, mentor
Side chicks can’t take out splinters
Side chicks make they Kool-Aid with Splenda
Side chicks can’t come to Auntie Linda’s house
They gon’ send her off, they gon’ send her out
To buy more things that they hid in the couch
Don’t you know that side niggas can’t cop no Tesla? Play this song
[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, gotta throw it down
[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You know what time it is)
[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
What you know about this? Side chicks can’t do flat twists
Bet a dollar you could buy me a Brisk (Yeah, yeah)
Side chicks can’t cook no grits
Grits, nigga, grits
[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)
[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
Oh yeah

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Young Thug – Muddy Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Lucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, I told her
Hey, ayy, hey
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
(Mike Will made it)
(Go, go)
[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw
I ain’t gettin’ inside no car [?], no way
I’m big dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog
Ain’t [?], no way, no way
She come around-round-round-round-round-round
All she wanna do is fuck and watch, she watch it
I’m so-so-so-so-so-so-so
[?] with my bro last night, she’s a thotty
Ayy, they need to thotty dance, make me a thotty dance
She could never be mine, she loud as a ambulance
I go brazy, I go Taliban
Tell ’em man, I’m the real man, I’m not that other man
Hey, I’m not sweet, I’m not no sucker, man
I’m on that bitch like I’m a cover, man
I feel like these bitches owe me like the government
Me and Lucci got two twins like we [?]
[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right
[Verse 2: Offset]
Oh no-no-no-no-no-no
I made a million, honest I ain’t ever sell my soul
Count the bankroll, I ain’t worried ’bout a bitch
Cause them hoes come and go
I’m just tryna hit your camel toe
Get low like you do the tootsie roll
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with these niggas
Lamborghini, lift the doors on these niggas
Try me, then my trigger finger start itchin’
I know you trickin’, got a lot of miles on your engine
Made a million, make a million more
Hoppin’ out the ‘Rari, plenty love
I’m shittin’ on you niggas, toilet bowl
[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

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Wiz Khalifa – Alright Lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
[Verse 1: Preme]
Pull up in the Maybach
CJ with me looking hella tipsy
White girl with me and the molly got her dancing hella Brittany
1400 hoodie on, red, looking hella trippy
Bobby Shmurda niggas
Houston bitches with me on that Whitney ouu
I came out the coldest city with the hottest bitch
I pull up popping at these niggas if they popping shit
Them bitches tryna fall in love and trying to fall in rich
She got it going brush her teeth before she suck my dick
My dog want that payback and I might have to OK that
Pull up on that clown and pull them down cause my homie don’t play that
Mobbing deep, give them hell on earth
I come from the dirt
Get yo merked, ain’t talking water guns, but all them choppers squirt
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, black and yellow, with the pedal
Getting rich, but from the ghetto
Took off to another level
Been to war, I got the medals
Different flows, I got several
Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors
Never let a nigga pose
If it’s fine with you
Then it’s fine with me
If you never try you never find out how real it could be
Got your girls with you
Got my niggas with me
Spend it all and get it back
Being broke is just a memory
Yeah, every-time I hit the club with her we be turning heads
I put numbers on the board
Smell the KK when I’m bored
Private jet, when I board
Give respect across the board
Get a check, when I go
We pull up bitch, we don’t troll
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

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Juice WRLD – I Wanna Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweatin’ bullets boy
[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna
[Verse 1]
I heard that yo nigga was a loser
I don’t fuck with school, I’m Ferris Bueller
Fuck with me, I’m finna get my ruger
Pretty nigga, but I still be that shooter
Bad bitch look like she at Hooters
Glock clip lookin’ like a ruler
I don’t give a fuck if I lose her
I’m finessin bitches, damn I had to fool her
Woah, time to switch my flow, yeah
I be switchin’ hoes, yeah
Had to let em know, yeah
Had to let em go, yeah
I got big guns, lookin’ like it’s G.I. Joe
Run up on me, dumb mama, let that Nina blow yeah
[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna
[Verse 2]
Surfin’ on yo bitch, it got me wavy
Red bottom boolin’ got me brazy
Finna come and take yo little lady
I’ma fuck that bitch and she gon’ pay me
Gold grill flossin, got me pretty
Told that bitch, I never walk, I run the city
Keep a couple real killers, they be with me
Down to shoot a nigga in his kidney
Hey, what, I just be fuckin’ that bitch again
Nigga I’m tryna get rich again, yeah
That’s how I live again, yeah
Run in yo crib again, put the pistol to yo kids again, yeah
I’m finna get it in, money on me so you know I’ma spend, yeah
[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

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SOB X RBE – Times Get Hard Lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
My momma told me gotta keep that pole on me
‘Case a nigga try to up that score on me
I just hope my down bitch never fold on me
It been feelin’ like the devil got a hold on me
Always see you talk a lot, but you ain’t really ’bout it
VVS’s on my neck, I be really countin’
Always say how they gon’ slide, but I really doubt it
I been cryin’ for so long, I’m so sick and tired
‘Cause baby I don’t wanna hurt no more
Lately I been gone on tour
But when I’m back home it’s still the same shit
Posted on that block, late night tryna flame shit
And you claimin’ that you real, but I’m knowin’ that you ain’t
Knowin’ that you ain’t, I just hope my problems fade
Hope they fly away, I just hope the Lord let me see another day
And the Lord I pray
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I been feelin’ so betrayed since I came on
Niggas say they keep that shit 1,000 they gon’ change though
And I can’t go nowhere without it, gotta keep that 4-5
I’m feelin’, just let me G I’m a young fly fly
They just wanna ride my wave, for the cameras and the fame
But I’m like, “Where the fuck was you when I was locked up in them chains?”
When I was walkin’ through the rain
All these rappers be cappin’ it’s real stories not all watches and chains
I’m poppin’ Percocets and pourin’ up drank
I’m tryna ease all the pain
I’m in the Wraith on the interstate steady switchin’ these lanes
My youngin’ totin’ the 30 ‘K and he throwin’ up gang
I’m ridin’ round wit’ a .38, when I shoot it spit flames
Would you rock and roll wit’ me? No Elvis Presley
I gotta keep that pole wit’ me that’s a brand new XD
Deep in these skreets so my girl feelin’ like that I won’t make it far
But listen baby
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
[Outro: Al Green]
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would

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Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics

Do you love me baby? Like I love you, yeah [Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby? Like I love you baby? Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up
[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house
[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up
[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?

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Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S
[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four
[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S
[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”? 30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

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Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up
[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine
[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas
[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

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SahBabii – Outstanding Lyrics

[Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
21, ice on my neck go bling (bling)
Fairy tale, sell a ho a dream (God)
25 racks on the ring (bling, bling, bling)
Yeah, VVS’ on me, they water, yeah
I don’t want your bitch, I bought her, yeah
You can get her back, I borrowed her (21, 21, 21, 21)
Ice on my neck like puck, puck
I’m a big dawg, you a duck, a duck
Fuck her like a dog and get stuck
Every, every car I ride in need a green card, foreign
Foreign bitch pussy good, I bought a green card
But I swear it get so wet I wish I had a surfboard (21)
[Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS
[Outro: SahBabii]
Outstandin’ [Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS
[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Boy, yeah, I’m so fancy
Fuckin’ these hoes, outlandish
I need a ho like Randy
I’m eatin’ them cookies like candy
I’m eatin’ them cookies like candy
Swear them tools come in handy
Handy just like Mandy
These niggas shrimp, you a scampi
Shrimp, baby
I’m gettin’ choked by chokers
Cough drop me, my throat hurt
Ice on a bitch [?]
Playin’ cold, we colder
We get cold ’til your nose hurt
She suck dick ’til my toes curl
Then she burp, yeah
These niggas ain’t seein’ me
Came from the bottom bikini
Now these bitches on my weenie
Niggas small, yeah they teeny
Ice on me outstandin’
Money keep expandin’, do you understand me?

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Soulja Boy – Bands Up Lyrics

[Hook x2]
I run them bands up, nigga
I got FnN too, nigga
Pull up, Forgiato all black
Mad truck, i don’t wonder we bust
Nigga, flooded my Rollie
We bust down
Sit in the shot like a touch down
Play with the gang
It’s goin’ down
I take the pound and I ship it out of town
[Verse]
There go Soulja, and he got that check on him
Ridin’ round in foreign whip, and he got that TEC on him
Gucci on my backpack, a hunnid racks I stuffed in it
He playin’ with the gang gang, he gon’ get hit with hollow tip
Designer on my body, I got money but it’s nothin’, bitch
Gucci on my polo, color shirt on, nigga flexin’ shit
Yeah, we got the game on lock
Yeah, jump in the Lamb, get the guap
Yeah, in the trap beat out the pot
Yeah, flood on my wrist is a lot
Yeah, can’t let a nigga play with gang
Uh, VVS diamonds my chain
Yeah, 50 thousand for my ring
Yeah, I smoke a pound in the Wraith
Yeah, I’m in the trap catchin’ place
Yeah, I whip it up in your face
Yeah, I win the Lamb like a race
Draco bullets eat your face
[Hook x2]
I run them bands up, nigga
I got FnN too, nigga
Pull up, Forgiato all black
Mad truck, i don’t wonder we bust
Nigga, flooded my Rollie
We bust down
Sit in the shot like a touch down
Play with the gang
It’s goin’ down
I take the pound and I ship it out of town

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Right or Wrong Lyrics

Im very different from the rest
Put my niggas on jets
Just to motivate the thugs
Just to show the nigga love
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night Free the 5 star hotel that’s a motherfuckin projects
I recognize that Im blessed? [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I’ve been standing outside of the door has stuck up the stove
Look at my eyes tell me what you see
Whole lotta pain you can say that you don’t
Give up on you I would say that I won’t
A lotta people I had that to live alone
Momma told that Im going to jail
I ain’t respond I just hang up the phone
Them niggas trynna to get change on you
How can you say that
The whole time I was locked in a cell
They was holding my back (no lie)
Im on everythink that’s a fact, I ain’t never looking back
I ain’t never going back, forever gon run up that sack
Spit nothing but the truth when I spit on the track
Show my scars I do not where I at
Baby Joe put that draco to his back
Baby Joe put that draco to his cap
That shit that you talkin I tell you it’s cap
Don’t talk on that phone I know that its tapped
Fuck jail I don’t wanna go back
Fuck hell yeah I am living thru that
Need money take me to where is at
NBA, I put that on the map
Everyday they be in the trap
Death for me so I stay with a strap
It’s gon happen I no runnin from that
Hope my son still grow up with a dad
I ve been scare really quick I can be mad
I ve been scared I do this for my friends
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been doing everything wrong
Draped up in VVS stones
When they want Chanel I put it on
Caught the Bentayaga put it on
Hop the Lamborghini and I’m gone
I didn’t hit a lick fucking long
I was selling liks in the zone
I don’t ran it up from money long
I just speed race for the dollars
I got cuban link on my coler
Keep a plane AP on my wrist
I done already got rich
Got 20 chains in the vault
Put a dog food to my dawg
Im on prometh everysingle day
I don’t never have withdrawals
The streets they calling my name
Start gainin a little fame
Drive the bitches insane
Most niggas gonna change
My niggas stay the same
Switching in another lanes
I just cop a new Range
Only drove it one time
Still thuggin one time
Turn a seven to a dime
Whoop the four to a nine
Flawless diamonds gonna shine
Make a nigga go blind
I’ve been walkin like a head light
Get a different head everynight
Got a aunt still I love to ??

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SOB x RBE – Always Lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Shit changed shit sick now days
I ain’t worried about shit, look at my wrist now days
For them bands I make a nigga strip now days
Even though a nigga on our still won’t change
These new niggas they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
I swear these streets and they take a nigga conscious
We ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
Merkin’ niggas skrt off doin’ a hunnid
On the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
We ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
I know niggas want me dead I ‘on’t carry none
At some point, you gotta notice niggas amateurs
And I don’t got time to be fuckin’ wit’ you
I do not got time to be duckin’ from you
Say we runnin’ from four, bitch we runnin’ from who? So I promise to catch a body when I run into you
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
VVS diamonds my shit clear, your’s cloudy
E’rywhere I go I hear a nigga talkin’ ’bout me
SOB we the best no disrespect to DJ Khalid
If a nigga run up trippin’ I’ma catch a body proudly
The realest nigga some type can’t even turn fake
Seen a lot shit change when the fuckin’ K came
Crestside stays up but I don’t fuckin’ gangbang
And if a sucka slide bustin’ I’ma do the same thing
Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you niggas ’cause you niggas too strange
TEC on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
I slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
Real duffle bag boy like that nigga 2Chainz
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down
[Verse 3: Lul G]
For any of my brothers I knock a nigga down
I be posted in the Jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
Opp niggas slide down get his ass knocked down
Double back, masked up, lettin’ off hella rounds
I be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
Paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
Only nigga eighteen, I can whip out a dub
And these niggas they be mad ’cause these bitches show me love
But these bands, I don’t love for they bust yeah
Left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
And these bitches I don’t love ’em, I won’t cuff yeah
And these nigga I won’t ever ever trust yeah
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any my brothers, I knock a nigga down

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Gunna – Almighty (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Oh, H ’round my waist, I’m back rocking Hermes
Givenchy Air Forces, they cost me a bag
I rock a show, give some racks to my man
I eat the cake too, brought my bitch to the sand
I geek up my whips and live life on the edge
Slime out of town so I’m sipping this red
I cannot cap, these racks getting to my head
Young Gunna rappin’, I really was trappin’
My wrist need a napkin, Rolex got me wet
Drip they gon’ jack it, Marc Jacobs my jacket
Them folks had to test me, shit cost me some bread
European stitching, love shopping in France
She want a vacation, my bitch need a tan
Fear of God pants match my Fear of God Vans
You niggas weren’t there when I needed a hand

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate
[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I want the money, I don’t want no Tommy
My pockets stuffed, yeah I keep it on me
My whip a snow bunny, I love them blue hunnids
Brand new Masi and the the Bentley Armani
Bite that Lacoste, I jumped out the porch as a boss, yeah
Drinking Hi-Tech in the loft, raw
My bitch got a ass that’s soft
No, this ain’t no gas it’s cigar
I roll up backwood and gelato
I’m rocking Valentino with the red bottoms
Givenchy stars got me fucking a model
Poppin’ seals, we don’t drink bottles
Hustle hard about that almighty dollar
Try to play me, put that K to your collar
Snakes in the garden, my Gucci Mufasa
Pablo Juan bitch, I’m the plug like a charger

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

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Clipse – Zen Lyrics

The awkward lean and them cars that’s topless
I got them things, I cut and chop it
I sell that ostrich, I’m so obnoxious, getting money say
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Hands got the bubble touch, bike with the double clutch
Two diamond jump ropes, my neck do the double dutch
Give a fuck about such and such
On behalf of the Re-Up Gang, I’m saying enough’s enough
Turn it, turn it, fire, burn it
Gram weight straight like a nigga just permed it
Pyrex and water, playa, how I earns it
Lame rap niggas I’m so not concerned with
On another level, my third bezel, my fourth gas pedal
55 on the back, I’m a daredevil
The course is paved, the watch is pavé
You niggas gotta love me, I’m something the lord made
[Verse 2: Sandman]
I got-gots to do it, do it
VVS, my jewelry don’t need no jury
To find me guilty, I stay gaudy
Pockets bulky, how can y’all fault me? [Hook: Pusha T]
Is it them blings that make em watch us? (It’s all real) Don’t touch that thing (Fake!)
Niggas faces get flattened and clapped-in
Squad want action, Re-run, What’s Happening? Ghost-ride it driver, what that mean? You’re small, welly, nigga fuck that beam, Us that team
Touch that cream, digital scale, what’s that scheme? Every episode, the Tec exposed, Gotti body
Tsunami mamis, it’s gotta be why they watching
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Zen zen zen zen zen zen, zen zen zen
Zen zen zen zen zen zen (Getting money say)
Zen z-zen, zen zen, zen zen
Zen zen, zen zen zen z-z-zen
[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
Now how that forearm glow on ’em, feeling so grown on ’em
I pitch work sorta like Nomo on ’em
Snow on ’em, cover my tracks, low on ’em
So on ’em, streets I, push blow on ’em
The car drop with the soft top like whoas on ’em
Rolls on ’em, go on ’em, I’m striking a pose on ’em
No opponent can come close, match tone on it
Flow on it, honed on it, I’m feeling that home owned it
It’s Liva, the rider, the man, they hang clothes on ’em
With the belt, the matching shoes, the G soles on ’em
I’m classic, the plastic got Os on ’em
I rolls on ’em, the self-murder doors close on ’em
[Verse 4: Malice]
Yeah, good gosh a-mighty
All we do is cook raw, push cars like Whitey
Like a moth to a flame it’s so inviting
To opposite sexes, the stones, so precious
Still in the Resi G4 Valieire
No diamond in that bezzi, I get grown-er every year
Pay me for that feature, that don’t make it family
All is see is blackface and you singing “Mammy”
I’m from the old school when the Gat was a jammy
Twin four-fifths, the resemblance is uncanny
I bust both in sync, y’all niggas hear me
Now that’s what I call the Big Bang Theory
[Hook + Bridge]

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Skepta – Ghost Ride (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Nast)

Said they on the corner, they ain’t got your work
Yeah, yeah them niggas got the nerve
I’mma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah I swerve
Hammer time, hammer time
If it’s beef, pussy, yeah I handle mine
Yeah, that’s a A$AP nigga, then I pulled the trigger
Niggas think they big, ’til a bullet hit
Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
Hope they get the picture, I don’t give a fuck
About shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, uh Yeah, life is like a movie, life is like a movie
Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
Swear these haters, they don’t move me
Yeah, aye, life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
Riding through your city with the Mossberg
I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
Pull up on a bird, ask her what’s the word? I never gave a fuck
I’m on a paper chase, I tell ’em
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
Lick my, I’m just tryna get a nut
Never, never, never, never, never
I’m smoking the reefer, I roll with the nina
I roam from the reaper and glock bust
Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva
I go to Antigua, Bahamas
Comma, llama, they not equipped for the drama
Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers
Got lean on the seat of the Lam’ bruh
Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Mossberg
When the reaper come, redrum, I’ll murder something
Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
My TEC-9, it go pat pat pat pat, rat a tat tat tat
Too fast, niggas know how I get
And this revenge up in my eyes, I’m committing my sin, amen
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit uh
Told the plug it’s for me, he came down on the price
Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive
You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
Like Freddy Kreuger, man I get down with the stripes
It’s VVS, man there ain’t no clouds in my ice
She said what’s my real name and I don’t know how to reply
On a different planet, man I’m out of my mind
I was on the grind for many years and you were never there
Who the fuck’s putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears? And fuck my enemies, man I make the devil scared
Man I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
Everyday I’m shitting and I’m pissing on this hypocrisy
It’s that uncontrollable demon they didn’t wanna see
This that virus in the system, the prodigy
And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!

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Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

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Desiigner – Thank God I Got It (feat. Mitus)

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the "oh shit"
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way

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Pouya & Fat Nick – Undecided

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These perkys got me living now
If 5 figures try to book me, nah
Down three oxys I can feel it now
Pop shot out the uzi, blood gon’ hit the ground
Who could’ve picture all this, hoe
My diamonds are shinin’ they glow, woah
Fucking her sister, let’s go, low
I’m smoking, I’m sippin alone, choke
Remixing on bricks I drink clone, foam
Call up my plug he bring more, smoke
Pint after pint hit the road, moan
[?]

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I just came through with the fully loaded magazine
To blow everyone’s brain on the wall
My friends don’t fuck with your friends at all
Fuck the world, we gon’ break the law
Fuck your momma, gon’ break her jaw
Stay in my corner like a loner
Money longer, Pistol up
Hold up, fuckboy I’m on it
Lay a fuckboy on his coffin
For talking, too loud in my office
Gotta’ be cautious, when I’m walking
Can’t trust another man too often
You can’t fix a mind
As fucked up as mine
You can get your life taken any time

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Tommy spraying, keep them bullets raining
All my diamonds dancing, boy I know you hatin’
I don’t need no bitch, Purrp thirty taking
Now six figures, your bitch faded
Rick owens step, I just blew a check
VVS hang
Spending check, come fuck my neck
No, no, can’t come close
[?]
Your bitch on some dick
CAL load and don’t spit
Uzi loaded, my bands folded
She plugged a perc and this bitch goin’
This suicidal, my damn mind
You ain’t got money, I ain’t got time

[Chorus: Pouya]
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you got me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you want me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide

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Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolen ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t post up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, they act like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sold no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

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Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolo ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t pull up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sell no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

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Future – Keep Quiet (Hndrxx Album)

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Fell in love, she done got attached
Love to tell it, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, do the dashboard
See the wheel on the right side
Got her driving on the wrong side
Thought we was driving on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals out of line
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, this the right time
We can kick it off and go to iceline
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chains swinging, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’m a send for you, book the last flight

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Braless swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Fancy cruise and double M
Like you signed a Maybach deal
If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed
Better not cut no fuss at them
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hatin’
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep you fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a little upset
These niggas, they small talkin’
I bet they never cut a real check
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet
When I ain’t come with all these benefits
If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

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Beyonce – Ring the Alarm

[Refrain]
Ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!
Don’t you ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Verse 1]
Tell me how should I feel
When I know what I know
And my female intuition
Telling me you a dog
People told me bout the flames
I couldn’t see through the smoke
When I need answers, accusations
What you mean you gone choke?

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You can’t stay, you gotta go
Ain’t no other chick spending ya dough
This is taking a toll
The way the story unfolds
Not the picture perfect movie everyone would’ve saw

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Refrain]
Ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!
Don’t you ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm

[Verse 2]
Tell me how should I feel
When you made me belong
And the thought of you just touching her
Is what I hate most
I don’t want you but I want it and I can’t let it go
To know you give it to her like you gave it to me, come on

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He’s so arrogant and bold
But she gone love that shit, I know
I done put in a call
Time to ring the alarm
Cause you ain’t never seen a fire like the one I’m gon’ cause

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Bridge]
How can you look at me
And not see all the things that I kept only just for you
Why would you risk it baby is that the price I that pay?
Cause this is my show and I won’t let you go
All it’s been paid for, and it’s mine
How could you look at me
And not see all the things
(See all the things)
(See all the things)

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

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Pouya & Fat Nick – Undecided (Drop Out Of School Album)

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These perkys got me living now
If 5 figures try to book me, nah
Down three oxys I can feel it now
Pop shot out the uzi, blood gon’ hit the ground
Who could’ve picture all this, hoe
My diamonds are shinin’ they glow, woah
Fucking her sister, let’s go, low
I’m smoking, I’m sippin alone, choke
Remixing on bricks I drink clone, foam
Call up my plug he bring more, smoke
Pint after pint hit the road, moan
[?]

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I just came through with the fully loaded magazine
To blow everyone’s brain on the wall
My friends don’t fuck with your friends at all
Fuck the world, we gon’ break the law
Fuck your momma, gon’ break her jaw
Stay in my corner like a loner
Money longer, Pistol up
Hold up, fuckboy I’m on it
Lay a fuckboy on his coffin
For talking, too loud in my office
Gotta’ be cautious, when I’m walking
Can’t trust another man too often
You can’t fix a mind
As fucked up as mine
You can get your life taken any time

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Tommy spraying, keep them bullets raining
All my diamonds dancing, boy I know you hatin’
I don’t need no bitch, Purrp thirty taking
Now six figures, your bitch faded
Rick owens step, I just blew a check
VVS hang
Spending check, come fuck my neck
No, no, can’t come close
[?]
Your bitch on some dick
CAL load and don’t spit
Uzi loaded, my bands folded
She plugged a perc and this bitch goin’
This suicidal, my damn mind
You ain’t got money, I ain’t got time

[Chorus: Pouya]
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you got me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you want me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide

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Pouya & Fat Nick – Perfect (Drop Out Of School Album)

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Crashin’ dirty Rari, poppin’ percs at parties
Swervin’ Kawasaki, 30 flip a body
Keep me feeling muddy, perkys in my tummy
I don’t need no bitch, I leave my dick running
40 clip jerk out the 30
Smashing the gas, it gon’ skrrtie
VVS bleeding, they on me
Shorty keep sucking all on me
AK verging, blast, swish a pint at last
Smoke a pound of gas, Panamera smash
Diamond keep dancing real clean
Ex bitch, she ain’t over me

[Hook: Fat Nick (x2)]
40 on me, I pop it
Ate a tec, I’ma drop it
Audi Coupe, yeah I swerve it
My diamonds they dancing so perfect

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I don’t relate to nobody
The violence, the sirens, they get you excited
Never let ’em see the other side
Of me and my mind, it get deeper with time
If you jump out the line, you get back in that hoe
Underground Underdog pull out a hundred racks
Just to flex at my old high school, run it back
Get in line bitch, everybody hate
Rappers wanna run around and talk on me daily
Saying no names, yeah they talking real vaguely
Lately my mood has been bitch you can’t phase me

[Hook: Fat Nick (x2)]
40 on me, I pop it
Ate a tec, I’ma drop it
Audi Coupe, yeah I swerve it
My diamonds they dancing so perfect

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Yayaya – Future feat. Koly P & Zoey Dollaz lyrics

Lyrics Future – Yayaya

f*ckin’ b*tches on the carpet
It remind me when I was starvin'(yayaya)

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep (Can’t get no sleep)
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Let the money counter go beep (Go Beep)
Let the ATM go brrr (Brrr)
Like them niggas hating on me (On Me)
Well f*ck it, that bag waiting on me (Thats facts)
I just came back from Dubai (Dubai)
You f*ck niggas that never left the city (Never left)
I’m bout to flex on these niggas (Flex)
I’m ’bout to stunt with no pity (Hahaha)
Know a nigga keep the Draco (Draco)
I heard them niggas out here tryna kill me (What)
30 rounds in that motherf*cker
Make sure the f*ck niggas gon’ feel it (Feel me)
Heard those niggas don’t like me (Like me)
I prolly f*cked a nigga wifey (I did)
A young nigga still juggin out (Juggin)
A young nigga still swiping (Swipping)
VVS and the diamond chains (Bling)
You can see me when the light dim (Light dim)
We ain’t doing no more Cubans (Cuban)
Tennis chains with the diamonds (Diamonds)
Eliantte that’s my jeweler (Yante)
.40 cal that’s my Ruger (I be on it)
f*ck nigga I do ya (Bow)
How you p*ssy niggas on the news, bruh?

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayaya.

I know niggas who got rich just of selling D
And when my co-defendant snitch, I had to take the plea
These niggas all on black and white, I think they referees
Lil Koly deep off in this water, I think I’m Captain D’s
If you my dog, then you my dog and b*tch we scratchin’ fleas
I got money burning candles selling versuri-lyrics.info
And for the love of that money, nigga f*ck with greed
I got a plug in Columbia who talking Coca leaves.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Heard you got ten foreigns, nigga, ya ya ya
These young niggas squeezin’, they ain’t sparrin’, ya ya ya
I pray we rich forever Zoey, ya ya ya
We gon’ f*ck this b*tch together Zoey, ya ya ya
Money inside the wall now, ya ya ya
They pulling up with cars now, ya ya ya
.. and heard me, ya ya ya (free my bro)
I take Actavis and Perkys ya, ya, ya
Soon as I got my bag right, copped a Rari
These Balenciagas, nigga you shopped at Zara
Sky dweller shinin’ on me, ya ya ya
Got your main girl sliding on me, yayaya.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayayaaa.
Future lyrics
Video Future

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Ace Hood – Give Thanks

[Intro]
Devil get off me
Blessed up
Count up
Nation
Woo

[Hook]
Rollie with the new face
Pocket full of blue faces
Over-feelin’ my safe
Over-workin’ my faith
I just got to give thanks
I just got to give thanks
We just havin’ our way
I just gotta give thanks
Everything champagne
VVS’s my change
Way too blessed to complain
Way too blessed to complain
Give thanks, give thanks

[Verse 1]
I’m in the end zone
Fuck it’s a field go
I know the real zoe’s
You know the weirdos
I’m on some fly shit
I like a fly bitch
Used to see cockroaches
When I hit the light switch
Young nigga came up
How could they blame us
Know when the money arrived we never decided to change up
Unless it’s the whip game
Or maybe the wrist game
I’m with the big thing
We all on risk game
Rolling cookies in the papers
Ballin’ like I’m in the majors
Chosen one I got the favor
Did it all without a label
Money calling got the money calling like an alcoholic, I’m an addict
My niggas with me automatic
I was never going static
Blame the money and the status
Turned a nigga to a savage
Turned a nigga to a beast
Competition get deceased
Blessings on me nigga, sheesh
Young nigga better preach
Balmains on the feet
Grindin’ seven days a week

[Bridge]
Bless, bless, bless
Hallelujah, thank God, amen

[Hook]
Rollie with the new face
Pocket full of blue faces
Over-feelin’ my safe
Over-workin’ my faith
I just got to give thanks
I just got to give thanks
We just havin’ our way
I just gotta give thanks
Everything champagne
VVS’s my change
Way too blessed to complain
Way too blessed to complain
Give thanks, give thanks

[Verse 2]
I’m in the Benzo (skrr, skrr)
I smell like a check tho
This what they mad for?
Look how the neck glow
I’m with the lit gang
You with them lame lames
Four, three, two, one, call it a ball game
Counting blessings, since an adolescent, I’ve been really destined for the greatest
I just give ’em motivation
I be speaking revelation
Nigga started in the basement
I handle bars like a waitress
People tell me I’m the chosen, gotta keep it focused, runnin’ outta patience
HN on the logo
Real ones, no pretendo
No games, no nintendo
Don’t you open up the window
God damn, I’m fresh
God damn, she sexy
You for certain that she yours?
I bet tomorrow she text me

[Hook]
Rollie with the new face
Pocket full of blue faces
Over-feelin’ my safe
Over-workin’ my faith
I just got to give thanks
I just got to give thanks
We just havin’ our way
I just gotta give thanks
Everything champagne
VVS’s my change
Way too blessed to complain
Way too blessed to complain
Give thanks, give thanks

[Outro]
Devil get off me
Devil get off me

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Future – Keep Quiet Lyrics

[Intro]
From the club to the telly, on the floor
On the table, you better not
Wake the neighbors, you better not
Wake them neighbors, girl

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Verse 1]
Fell in love, she done got attached
Gotta tell her, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, to the dance floor
See the wheel on the right side
I was drivin’ on the wrong side
Saw you drivin’ on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals online
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ all wrong wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chat it up, but I ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, it’s the right time
We can kick it off and go to Iceland
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
Ain’t no stresses I’ma give ’em to ya
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chain swangin’, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’ma send for you, book the last flight

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Verse 2]
Rollin’ swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Gotchu cruisin’, double limit
Like you sign the Maybach there
If you ’round the clause might be here
In bed, I don’t know bless
Better not cut the first head off
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trusted you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hate me
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep it fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a lil’ upset
These niggas, they smilin’, talkin’
I bet they never caught a real chick
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been late on a bill yet
When I come in with all these benefits
If you fucked a nigga who famous, you better

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Outro]
From the club to the telly, on the floor
On the table, you better not
Wake the neighbors, you better not
Wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

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Ashley All Day – Shup All Daaay Lyrics

[Hook: Nick Travae & Ashley All Day]
I been gettin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day
I been countin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day

[Verse 1: Nick Travae]
You niggas garbage like Oscar the Grouch
Never had a hundred thou on your couch
All about that fuckin’ cheese like a mouse
Marriage ain’t my bitch, money my spouse
Pull up to the spot, these niggas [?]
Nigga on dummy, my niggas is shootin’
Five boxes, switches niggas is zooted
Take it straight to the face, lungs is polluted
Woah, I got a beard on my toes
Woah, I get that work for the low
Woah, bitch when I smile see gold
Woah, from the south side of the Co
Pop a xan and I’m leanin’
They know I rep Shup, they know the meanin’
Bitch I been hotter, bitch steamin’
Yo niggas is pussies, my niggas is demons
Fiends they be feedin, my VVS gleamin’
So head of the game that they think that I’m cheatin’
Got hella spots like a cheater
Clientele page in my [?], these niggas can’t see me
She give it up I’ma stick it, it smell like water I lick it
Cop me a 50 peg flip it
Hell no this ain’t Fifa, ain’t tryna kick it
Either you fuckin’ or either you dippin’

[Hook: Nick Travae & Ashley All Day]
I been gettin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day
I been countin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day

[Verse 2: Ashley All Day]
Strapped up, sealin’ packs up, get yo racks up
In the cut, twistin’ up my moves, I can never front
This one goes out to the tar in my lungs
Try finessin’ me hoe, I got the drums and the guns
Lilfacetatt, but you knew that, bitch get back
Iono how to act, and I might just snap
Keep a bad bitch countin’ up stacks and her ass fat
You ain’t got a back, broke boy, Ion fuck with that
You ain’t gotta like me but your favorite rapper do
And your nigga, and your cousin, and your fuckin’ auntie too
Give the ice, give me the cup, give me the purple and red to pour up
Stuff me a cone, give me a blunt
Countin’ this fetty all day with the Shup

[Hook: Nick Travae & Ashley All Day]
I been gettin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day
I been countin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day

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OG Maco – Worried Lyrics

[Hook]
As long as scales work there’s work
As long as there’s work there’s work
A nigga going hard for the (?)
A nigga spent a whole night serving
As long as scales work there’s work
As long as there’s work there’s work
A nigga going hard for the (?)
A nigga spent a whole night serving

[Verse 1]
I got another phone, still work
We never talk on phones on purpose
We had to switch it up and get drastic
We (?)
The club’s full of drank and its active
My niggas got the full metal rackets
I’m counting eyes closed, counting backwards
We flow like VVS’s on them bastards
Got the four and its active
There’s a whole lot of pussy niggas capping
We went and grabbed a scale from (?)
We spraying shit first, bail after

[Hook]
As long as scales work there’s work
As long as there’s work there’s work
A nigga going hard for the (?)
A nigga spent a whole night serving
As long as scales work there’s work
As long as there’s work there’s work
A nigga going hard for the (?)
A nigga spent a whole night serving

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Gucci Mane – Million Dollar Man Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The crowd in a rage, Gucci gettin’ paid
Icey made your girl throw her thong on the stage
Young Gucci Mane hottest nigga in the A
Sellin plenty yae, movin’ 20 bricks a day
Used to have a 86 cut with the T-top
Now I’m in a S-L-5 with a top drop
Too hot to handle, ridin’ down Conloe
Baby it’s a Kodak moment, get your camera
Gucci Mane LaFlare nigga, damn what you say
Girls goin’ crazy ’bout the nigga with the waves
Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers
Voted best dressed ever since 8th grade
You don’t really know us, Lamb with the doors up
Wrist so froze up, it’ll make you throw up
Mama, I’mma be like Gucci when I grow up
Move big weight so I got money to throw up
Pimp tight nigga dead fresh with a mink coat
Lookin’ for a big booty bitch with a deep throat

[Hook]
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I got a trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thang change
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I gotta trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
Uh! Ain’t a damn thing change
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 2]
Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk
Came to the club, I was already drunk
Laid back young nigga never get crunk
But if you fine might trick a lil’ some
Chain sell VVS you would think I’m UPS
Cause I knock on your door like I got your address
Air fresh everyday nigga that’s me
Trash can hoes can’t smoke my trees
Gucci MPMP pony my family need me to bring groceries
I’m a 6 4 weed mike check night check
I ain’t seen a nigga out flow me yet
A vet in a ‘Vette ridin’ through yo set
With two out of state state bitches and a case of Moet
A blonde or brunette what we gon’ do next
Good sex good day they say I’mma good catch
Gucci mane LaFlare don’t fuck with hoodrats
Hit my blunt twice bitch and pass my blunt back

[Hook]
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I got a trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same, set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I gotta trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
Uh! Ain’t a damn thing change
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 3:]
Brick man Gucci Mane nigga I’m the man
Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan
Say she got my poster hangin’ on her wall
And she love every word every song that she heard
Absurd I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd
A school catch a nerd like a child strike a nerve
Absurd with these words with these nouns and these verbs
Kinda perved so I swerved my Lebrons on the curb
Still in the hood gettin’ rich on the third
Watchin’ out for 12 cause the people observe
I’mma burn one smoke one wit the world for
All the Gucci fans Gucci broads with your girl