Sy Ari Da Kid – Recent Calls Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hello? What you call for, nigga?
Oh now you wanna call for a nigga?
What you was in that car for, nigga?
Everything you did was uncalled for, nigga
You ain’t even make it hard for a nigga
It’s like I found myself when I lost y’all niggas
Shit, but y’all some softball niggas
Forgot the streets playin’ hardball, nigga
All you missin’ is some pompoms, nigga
Out in Hong Kong, bet you think this song’s called “Nigga”
Nigga, you was all wrong, nigga
You was all wrong, learning from the wrong song, nigga
Hrm, gotta strong arm niggas
Even when I’m clocked out I be on call, nigga
You go waste a lot of time with the wrong broad, nigga
Get left, tryin’ to open up the door for a nigga
Nah, now I’m all gone, nigga
Keep watchin’, go ‘head and get your blog on, nigga
Bet you hopin’ I’ma fall off, nigga
But I’m shootin’ for the stars with a sawed off, nigga
Bang! Now you all lost, nigga
You can’t cheat to be the greatest, ask Bron Bron, nigga
Just think about the fact I loved all y’all niggas
And I still do, why you think I fought y’all niggas?
Shit, look what I brought y’all niggas
I was-

[Interlude 1: Sy Ari Da Kid & [?]]
Hello? Hello? F-
Bitch ass nigga
It’s my go
Friday 5:58 PM
Hey Sy, how are you? I was just calling to see how you were doing, I know you’re so busy and I’m so proud of you. Can I see you in [?]?
Hello?

[Verse 2]
What you call for, shorty?
Oh now you wanna call for me shorty?
Like why you had to get my card forged, shorty?
E’ything you did was uncalled for, shorty
I never meant to be so hard on you, shorty
I was trippin’, I went against my dogs for you, shorty
I played my position like a small forward, shorty
Shit, I bet you think this song’s called “Shorty”
Damn, don’t mix me with them cornballs, shorty
Baggage on your boat, I was still onboard, shorty
And we still going raw dog, shorty
Every quick visit turns into a short porn, shorty
Hrm, I wasn’t all wrong, shorty
We was all wrong, almost lost it all for a shorty
Now who you finna call on, shorty?
Realnigga.com, better log on, shorty
I’m like, how did we fall off, shorty?
How The Notebook turnin’ into Saw IV, shorty?
I ain’t one of them niggas that be all on shorties
I ain’t fillin’ up your call log, shorty
You a lost cause, I rather-

[Interlude 2]
Hello? Hello? Turn ass bitch
f**k outta here with that bullshit
Wastin’ my motherf**kin’ time
This nigga
What’s poppin’ nigga?

[Verse 3: [?] & Sy Ari Da Kid]
Yo, finna get up with my pops and spill my heart for a nigga
And any given minute could get wrong for a nigga
Shit could get dramatic and I’m all for it, nigga
Might snuff him in the jaw, put them paws on a nigga
And you my dog, in it for the long haul, nigga
I might need that bail money if the laws call, nigga
Nah dog, chill, answer when your moms call, nigga
Say she worried you ignorin’ calls, nigga (yo, yo)
Hold on, nigga, I’m ’bout to walk in here right quick
Yo, open up, nigga, it’s me

[Outro]
You have reached the voicemail box of 404-396-

The Game – Gold Daytonas Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
You know we got it
Yeah, gold Daytonas
The motherfuckin’ wheels
Yeah, ride with it on us

[Verse 1: The Game]
You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center?
Next day you watchin’ Bron Bron with them staples in ’em (Lake Show)
Yeah, came for the ruckus
Head to toe, dipped in Supreme, I’m like a Cutlass
Fuck it, let loose on niggas
Spill my Goose on niggas, two tears in a bucket (Want all the smoke)
Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck
See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12)
Need at least a hundred thousand ’fore we go in clubs (‘Fore we what?)
‘Fore we pour them shots (‘Fore we what?)
‘Fore we throw them dubs
West Side to New York, niggas show me love (Niggas know)
Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Yeah, ride with it on us
Uh, what you know about it?
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
Ride
Yeah

[Verse 2: DOM KENNEDY]
Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds
And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh
At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in
Shrimp fettuccini then hop back in the Benz (Uh)
Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us
Leimert Park to the Rucker, I’m with Chuck
Get pressed for your Chucks
Matte black on the truck
Cuban link on tuck
Ace of Spades in my cup, uh
You wanna give me what I need, baby?
My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh
Game told me, “Go ‘head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let ’em hate
Then they gon’ end up down one”

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
Uh, you know we got it, nigga (Yeah), ayy
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, ayy
Ride with it on us
Ride, ride, ride, ride, aight, haha

[Outro: The Game & DOM KENNEDY]
Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas
Fuck bitches
Ayy
Fuck bitches
Yeah

Gucci Ashtray – Wiz Khalifa feat. Chevy Woods lyrics

Lyrics Wiz Khalifa – Gucci Ashtray

Riding and smoking
Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I’m ignoring it
Now anything we want, we can afford it.(gucci ashtray)

Damn
I ain’t even trynna’
Be the kinda
Nigga that’ll leave behind a
Bad name
Never smoking on a bad strain
That was back in the day though
Now my nigga’s getting paid
Ain’t no b*tches in the way
All my dollars getting counted and they in the bank
And my son is living straight
I ain’t gotta entertain
I just gotta demonstrate
How to get this cake
While I’m rolling up another one
Watching for them undercovers
Lost a lil’ piece of my heart when I lost my older brother
Gotta take care of my mother
Gotta show these niggas that my father’s son ain’t the one to f*ck with
Taking chances and loving it
All the niggas that I started with, that’s the ones I’m running with
It’s Taylor Gang, nigga, f*ck a b*tch
S**t is real.

Riding and smoking
Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I’m ignoring it
Now anything we want, we can afford it.

KD over Bron Bron
Mitchell and Ness with the long john
You’re b*tch be cheering she loves pom pom’s
When it get cold we switch locations girl Im long gone
I told her “Meet me at the venue”
She want the best but she can’t read the menu, damn
She said she love Pharrell versuri-lyrics.info
But couldn’t name one song Im like what the hell
Last night we recorded it
She send a text the next day like I want more of it
I had to tell her, slow down, love
Gotta know what you doing when you go down love
Fo sho versuri-lyrics.info
350 for the Wagu Plate
200 on the dash, she don’t want that race
Freeway joint smoking, girl, I’m on my way
Old-school, on that Marvin Gaye
You know I’m.

Riding and smoking
Lotta Kush joints in my ashtray
Missed calls, I’m ignoring it
Now anything we want, we can afford ittt.
Wiz Khalifa lyrics
Video ashtray

T-Rock – I’m The Plug (Payback: Vengeance Album)

[Future:]
Draped in all designer, draped in all designer
Draped in all designer, draped in all designer

[Future:]
I got all exotic bitches you gon’ think I’m racist
I just called a gang of bitches out of immigration
You gon’ think we printing money cause the way we make it
I got all these f*cking whips and ain’t got no payments

[Future:]
Pink slips sitting in the dash f*ck with me
Got a gang of broads riding and they on drugs with me
Got a gang of cash on me like I brought the plug with me
Niggas for looking for the plug nigga I the plug really

[Future:]
Really I’m the plug, really I’m the plug
I dropped a few whoopty whoops in my cup
Put it on my tab put her on my tab
Franchise tag on me Bron Bron
Steph Curry wrists nigga Oakland
Percies for the bitches Bishop magic Don Juan
Standing ovation and an encore
And I keep the check Nike concord

[Future:]
Pink slips sitting in the dash f*ck with me
Got a gang of broads riding with me, on drugs with me
Got a gang of cash on me like I brought the plug with me
Niggas for looking for the plug nigga I the plug really

[Future:]
Really I’m the plug, really I’m the plug
Really I’m the plug, really I’m the plug
Really I’m the plug, really I’m the plug

[Drake:]
Whole time I was ready
They was like "hold up wait a minute" I was like "nah nigga let’s get it"
This that OVO Halloween gang, you know how I’m rocking already
If you come here trying to take some there’s a lot more where that came from
And it really ain’t no thing, I got Summer P in this thing
I just drop the jig in my Red Bull and it really gave me wings
Ya, ya up and away
Y’all should have seen this shit coming in May
We doing 300 records a day
Who really think they can get in the way
Nah, nah, niggas is bitter they hurting
Look at the business mergers
Throwed back when I’m swerving
Big body my Suburban
Everything I do on purpose
I’m blowing up like I’m urgent
And she was acting like a virgin
I gave it to her then I curved her

[Future:]
Pink slips sitting in the dash f*ck with me
Got a gang of broads riding and they on drugs with me
Got a gang of cash on me like I brought the plug with me
Niggas for looking for the plug nigga I the plug really

[Future:]
Really I’m the plug, really I’m the plug
Really I’m the plug, really I’m the plug
Really I’m the plug, really I’m the plug
Really I’m the plug, really I’m the plug

Empire Cast – Elevated Lyrics

[Chorus]
It’s been a while but we finally on
You should already know what time we on
I levelled up, had to get this money up
Yeah, they thought that I was done, I just elevated
The streets know I got it right now
Just gave my girl the keys to the Bentley right now, ayy
I levelled up, had to put my city on
Yeah, they thought that I was done, I just elevated

[Verse 1]
The doors lift, they just levitated
You had your shot but you hesitated
I got the keys, yeah, I got the keys
Put on for my daughter ’til the death of me
Elevatin’ on ’em like I’m Bron Bron
You are not around when it’s prime time
I been gettin’ dough, stackin’ wonton
They don’t really wanna see me win but it’s my time
Time is money, yeah, my time is everythin’
Married to the game, I got a weddin’ ring
You are talkin’ and I’m hatin’ everythin’
Don’t you see the drama all this money bring?
Uh, wrist litty, Thomas Eddison, yeah
It ain’t a rapper I ain’t better than
Gotta feed my kid, work to Bella
Hov diamonds in the bezel
Rockafella, know you see it, what’s up?

[Chorus]
It’s been a while but we finally on
You should already know what time we on
I levelled up, had to get this money up
Yeah, they thought that I was done, I just elevated
The streets know I got it right now
Just gave my girl the keys to the Bentley right now, ayy
I levelled up, had to put my city on
Yeah, they thought that I was done, I just elevated

[Verse 2]
You ain’t gettin’ to it, you ain’t eatin’ right
Money, power, respect, that’s the key to life
Made a couple mistakes, had to elevate
Now I gettin’ fed steaks in my new estate
Ha, hunnid after hunnid, I be stackin’ that
Make that money flip just like a acrobat
Bags in the ceilin’, I keep large notes, I do
Whip paid off, what’s a car note?
Yeah, I put my lady on that special cloth though
Had to man up, make a change, yeah, that’s boss talk
Everythin’ been too real lately, is it all a dream?
All this fake love in my face, it ain’t what it seems, what you tell ’em?

[Chorus]
It’s been a while but we finally on
You should already know what time we on
I levelled up, had to get this money up
Yeah, they thought that I was done, I just elevated
The streets know I got it right now
Just gave my girl the keys to the Bentley right now, ayy
I levelled up, had to put my city on
Yeah, they thought that I was done, I just elevated

[Outro]
Elevated
Rich gang
Empire
Elevation
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Elevation

Migos – Seize The Block (from “The Fate of the Furious”)

[Intro: Takeoff]
You know we seize the block
We need the block

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (block)
I ran from 12 (12), I dropped the Glock (Glock)
The streets is hot, I need the pot (pot)
They need the knot (knot), so niggas try (grrraw)
I copped the drop (copped), just left the lot (skrrt)
I grabbed my Glock (Glock), let off a shot (babagraow)
Codeine on rocks (lean), I need to stop (lean, Act’)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (Takeoff)
Seize the block, I feed the block, you know I need the block (need)
Take heed of block and read the block, I never leave the block (leave)
I leave the block, no Nicki but I bees the block (aye)
Take heed of block and read the block, I never leave the block (aye)
Terminatin’ like I’m Terminator (Terminator)
So many mansions, I’m a real estate (real estate)
Jumping off that like a [?]
Pick up that shit like it’s tissue paper
When I get a pint, I gotta [?] (pint)
Fuckin this bitch, I gotta tape her (Bitch!)
No pancake, a lot of maple (lean)
Armored car, disabled

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Your block hot, dragon
She a thot thot, she nasty (huh)
In a pot pot, whippin’ Ashley (whippin it)
50 k for a walk and I’m having it (aye)
I got a jay in the trap and he baggin’ it (jay)
There go the blocks, bag it in (in)
Not scared of the cops, we cappin ’em (twelve)
They think that we rappin’, we wrapping them
I receive the box, with 50 more keys of pot
Young nigga holdin’ his stick cause he see the plot
Young nigga he see the plot (I see da)
Muhammed Ali cause I weave the block
I beat the block (I weave the block)
Beat up, just peek the box, I’m fuckin that secret thot (boom, boom, smash)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Block’s our jazz so stay out them streets, yeah
Iced out Rollie and Patek Phillipe, yeah (ice)
When you sleep, yeah, I’mma gon’ creep, yeah (creep)
Pull up on your niggas, make you block bleed, yeah (skrrt)
See the block, See the block, ring, Bron Bron (brrr)
Cocaine white like the glaze on Honey Buns (coca)
Bitch don’t wanna fuck, talkin bout let’s have fun (bitch)
My niggas on the block, my niggas on the block like they caught a lil biddy [?]
Neighbors outside talkin’ ’bout they smell dope
Feelin like Draymond, do I sell, no (no)
Right hand the draco, left hand the four (grrt)
Niggas still mad from last year, I sold ’em soap (uh)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
The block is hot, I keep the Glock (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)
I seize the block (seize), I need the block (aye)