Big Baby Scumbag – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch I feel like Bruce, Batmobile like Bruce
Black on black my main ho, velvet on my shoe
Robin he gon’ shoot, wait, Harley Quinn my boo
Bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne, Batmobile my coupe
Bitch I feel like Bruce, Batmobile like Bruce
Black on black my main ho, velvet on my shoe
Robin he gon’ shoot, wait, Harley Quinn my boo
Bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne, Batmobile my coupe

[Verse]
Play my cards like Joker do, got chips just like poker do
Hater blocker, peek at you, canary look like Pikachu
Your bitch way too close to me, she say she been way over you
No you can’t get shit from me, see right through me like curtains do
Bitch I’m headed to the top and that shit been way overdue
My neck look like Mr. Freeze, okay ho this ain’t nothin’ new
Ninety-five, that’s on my feet and my bitch born in ’92
Gold grills they all in my mouth and your shit lookin’ kinda fool

[Chorus]
Bitch I feel like Bruce, Batmobile like Bruce
Black on black my main ho, velvet on my shoe
Robin he gon’ shoot, wait, Harley Quinn my boo
Bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne, Batmobile my coupe
Bitch I feel like Bruce, Batmobile like Bruce
Black on black my main ho, velvet on my shoe
Robin he gon’ shoot, wait, Harley Quinn my boo
Bitch I feel like Bruce Wayne, Batmobile my coupe

Laas Unltd. – Science Fiction Patterns Lyrics

[Verse 1: Laas Unltd.]
Ich bin dein All-Access
Backstage-Ticket für die Hölle und zurück
Schür’ das Feuer wie im Backdraft
Best-Kept-Secret-Flow
Libero der Backpack-Nationalelf
Steig schneller hoch als Nasdaq-
Kurven, das’s mein Best-Trick-Contest
Explicit Content, Es fesselt dich, Hashtag: Bondage
Top Ten Spitta, für die Charts zu komplex
Komplett kontrovers diskutiert, kein Konsens
Kongenialer Veteranen-Newcomer
Ganz normal Millionär wär ich bezahlt wie Fussballer – Barscheck
Jeder Schein Marsmensch-
Grün, fühl mich wie in Star Trek – Voyager
Feuernder Killa, der aus Spaß spielt – Jigsaw
Flagship Store, ich nehm die ganze Kollektion mit
Flowswitch – Hip Hop Blockbuster
Rap-Boxkampf-Arena-Lichtspot
Ich bin High-Definition, rhyme Science-Fiction Pattern
Meine Zeit tickt umgekehrt in Slow-Mo
Go-Go-Gadget-o Arm, greif mein Mojo
Monumental erbaut, Haut glänzt wie beim Robo-
Cop, ich photoshop mich in Schallgeschwindigkeit weit weg aus der Wohnung
Millenium Falke, flieg high wie Han Solo
Oder Lando Calrissian, transformier mich zum Spitta
Sie zittern am Körper wie Schüttelfrost
Dein Mückenkopf grosses Gehirn wird in Stücke geboxt
f**k ich bin nicht wie Boy Bands, ich mach B-Boy Stance
Kein Beamer-Benz, doch zerleg Beats wie Lloyd Banks, Freeze
Kälter als n’ Pinguin, explosiv wie Cobra 11
Gegen mich muss Bruce Wayne noch dues payen – Jokerface
Radio-aktiv, Alphabet-Plastik-Chirurgie
Intergalaktischer MC, die Macht ist mit mir jetzt
Learjet hoch, kein Thron doch Firmen-Chefsessel
Vier-Spur Session, Hunger wie ein Rookie
Noch mehr Funk als Bootsy Collins, Models erblassen
An der Schönheit der Musik, Ich baller wie ne Uzi
Um mich rum im Sechseck, Kamikaze-Crashtest
Ihr habt nicht mit mir gerechnet, doch ich bin zurück!

Ebenezer – Faith Lyrics

[Chorus]
Tell me what would you say
Would you call me Biggie Smalls if I lose Faith?
Heaven knows I ain’t making it past Tuesday
Wonder why I lose faith?
Yeah, wonder why I lose faith?
Picking up loose change
Got me picking up loose change, yeah
Bad man without a Bruce Wayne
Wonder why I lose faith?
Wonder why I lose faith? yeah
I’ll tell you why I lose faith, yeah

[Verse]
I ain’t got faith and religion, it just feel phony
Don’t phone me
I miss Sunday service on purpose, I’m just tryna be Kobe
Tryna ball like Lebron, tryna get in with my homies
So tell me why do I still feel lonely?
Tryna talk to God but he only works weekends, yeah
I’m drownin’ in the deep end, ah
No side, born up on the East End, yeah
Put my foot up underworld to lead fire with the footwork
(Punch it, yeah)
Some move work (pop it, get it)
This tone you can u-surp
I’m doin’ the [crad?]
How you doin’? curtain ain’t the muddiest (muddiest)
Put my foot up under water

[Verse]
Tell me what would you say
Would you call me Biggie Smalls if I lose Faith?
Heaven knows I ain’t making it past Tuesday
Wonder why I lose faith?
Yeah, wonder why I lose faith?
Picking up loose change
Got me picking up loose change, yeah
Bad man without a Bruce Wayne
Wonder why I lose faith?
Wonder why I lose faith? yeah
I’ll tell you why I lose faith, yeah

Aidan Fine – Rabbit Hole Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m in a rabbit hole
I spend with you
Every time I open up
I guess I fall right through
I’m in a rabbit hole, yeah

[Verse 1]
I don’t trust these women
They could never catch me slipping
I don’t trust these women
They could never catch me slipping
Until I fell for you
I guess I lost myself
Deep inside my point of view
Period, I told you how I felt
And now I’m feeling it
I feel like you don’t feel you
Been on my mind
But for a long damn time
I’m tryna get you out of it
I’m different from these other guys
Who tryna get you out of it
Your outfit, I’m proud of it
I know thyself, myself included
My cells polluted with Judas’ juices
I betrayed my self-trust
By ignoring intuition
Self-admission that my system isn’t pristine
Cells imprisoned by my lack of vision
And you don’t see it, do you?
At least you’re loyal to your man
But you don’t need him, do you?
Every time I talk to you
I’m falling deeper through you
I’m in the rabbit hole now
Let’s rewind time to before I even knew you

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I can’t love these women, man they really got me tripping
I can’t love these women, man they…
Look, our cocoon never made it
How come you spun the web?
Google search my name
Tyna understand my fame
Or my lack of it
My first cousin asking why I’m rapping by the dozens
And never dropping any bakers
You’re overrated, and I agree
Lucretius told me that
I’m top 10 in Africa; I disagree
My cup runneth in my own lane
Mixing up my metaphors
I’m Superman with no Lane
She at Bruce Wayne’s crib tonight
But they have gang fights
He a blood and she a crip tonight
Girl, you should end it
Are you happy?
That’s an honest question
I hate relationships
With lopsided obsession
Perfectionism is my only one true blessing
Cos I ain’t got it, so my life circles around perfection
I’m falling down the rabbit hole
Learning my last lesson

[Chorus]

[Outro: Courtney McCaulay]
Look, I don’t know what to say to you
I can feel that we’re drifting
And it’s hurting you
It’s hurting me too
But why do we need to hurt?
I don’t wanna hurt

Jaden – Electric Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jaden Smith]
Man I met her on Monday
Went on Twitter, had her number by Tuesday
That’s how I get it usually
Batman, black man on this Bruce Wayne
Please don’t confuse me
You chilling on Wednesday
Come with me I don’t care what your friends say
I’m running on empty
No worries, we goin’ hop up on the Bentley
I rub your thigh gently
X-Man he resenting me
You wanna meet my moms on Friday
I said sorry that’s my day
Kick it on the sly or the highway
And I bring us to the next thing
And you trynna check me
Telling I ain’t text her
Communication, homie trust me i’m an expert

[Hook: Willow Smith]
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love

[Bridge]
It’s that electricity
Don’t care about your ethnicity
Girl let’s get busy (busy, busy)
Girl let’s get busy (busy, busy)

[Verse 2: Jaden Smith]
I haven’t seen you in some months
My friends tell me that you’re spun off of summer
Glad you’re having fun
But girl tell me when it’s done
Cause I know that imma get it when it comes
Well baby girl you can’t run
Cause you know I pay attention when it rung
It was only three times little mommy
I ain’t stupid, I ain’t dumb
Imma wait until you come to papi
Make you fall in love
Lady you can’t stop me
You wanted other guys
Sorry, they can’t top me
Cause I’m still a movie star
Even if they flop, see
I’m not cocky, i’m confident
And I don’t see anything wrong with it
Well all your friends here girl they non-legit
I’m non-offensive
Let’s get on with this
It’s all electric

[Hook]
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love

[Verse 3: Jaden Smith]
Had to stop in the middle of the hook
Cause baby girl you got me hooked
Know you sexy I ain’t even got to look
Cause girl I read you like a book
Now please girl tell me what you took
Put a red, bottom of your foot
And you chilling like a model in the cut
J, do you pop bottles in the club?
No, I don’t like the party and the owner of the club
No, I don’t really listen to it unless it’s a
Love song, now she trynna fight
Jaden put your gloves on
What a waste of water
We already had the tub going
Little better than the last fight
Little harder than the first one
Zone out when the hook here
Go crazy when the verse come
Gone when the worst come
Instagraming when your shirts come
And she said she Norwegian
Been a minute since I’ve been up in that region
And girl stop teasing
Camera flash, I ain’t really do cheesing
And a joker straight steezing
Come to see you
I don’t need to have a reason
And wear all black
Feeling like a seasoning
And if you give me butt
I’m gonna squeeze it
And I’m out

[Hook]
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love

Drakeo The Ruler – Flu Flamming Lyrics (feat. Lil Yachty & OhGeesy)

[Verse 1]
Sheesh, I be wildin’ out
Chopsticks, mopsticks, all in my mama’s couch
Bathe with the apes, I been strangling snakes
Hop out the Batmobile, I’m Bruce Wayne in some Maisons
All mud in my kidneys, my plug is a gypsy
This a fully automatic, I let my kids hold the semi
Ask god as my witness, I done mud walked in Christians
These lil niggas know my image

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

[Verse 2]
I’m back up on that crazy shit, Bob the Sideshow maniac
I’m Luke Skywalker with this Glock, playing laser tag
Big lasers, ain’t no way you finna make it out
In Kenwan house, ain’t no way I’m finna stay broke
Ayy bro, can you chill out with the dracos?
We just started with some payroll
Man that shit was play-dough, lay down, do what I say so
You know the Ruler like to hang folks

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

[Verse 3]
I be ling ling bopping, Maylene just took me shopping
Nigga rob who? Pippi Long Stocking
All type of cuts, I think I’m Dennis Rodman
Slit wrist, broke all off these diamonds
Mister wrist breaker, bitch taker, Glock but I switch blade ’em
Shit mainy, shit crazy, niggas in they snitch tactics
Niggas they be bitch asses, acting like they get at me
You’ll get your shit plastered, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business
I’m fresh up out the slammer, I’m a flu flammer nigga
All these chains on my neck, I need two whammers nigga
Flu flamming nigga, I be flu flamming nigga
Man keep these niggas out my business

Chris Brown – Freaky Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stepped in the party through the front door
I got a couple little bad bitches with us
You see the bottles, look at ’em shine, baby
I call your girl over, now you got your bitches
You say that I’m playing
But I’m taking that down tonight
And if your friends coming over to party
That means foreplay, ménage

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
Freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 2]
Shawty said she fucking with the campaign
I ain’t worried ’bout nothing, not a damn thang
Dark Knight Lamborghini, Bruce Wayne
Give a fuck about my old hoe, I’m riding ’round in that new thang
Staring at your body, tryna do thangs
Throwing all these hunnids, girl, that’s loose change
And do it all for the ladies
Pop it, pop it for me

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

[Verse 3]
This ain’t my first time, I’m shinin’, I been used to this shit
But it’s the first time I had your girl and her chain glued to my dick, ha
Picture me rollin’, 100 bad bitches, that pussy is soakin’
Nigga, this OHB, just me and my whoadies
Gold chains, don’t fuck up my clique though
No names, show up with that pistol
I’m pistol [?], I don’t need a scope
I let the thing ring out, adios

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on ladies, put it on me
Nice and slowly, now speed it up
Go ‘head make them sounds
Scream for me, yeah

[Chorus]
That’s your girlfriend, yeah, she on deck
Lamborghini Masi’, yeah, a nigga gon’ flex
She wear my chain, gimme neck
I bang that pussy like I’m throwing up my set
Girl, you freaky
I’ma show ’em how to ride the pony
She freaky
I started busting, it’s the champagne

Father – We Had A Deal Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Mhm, uh huh
Yeah
Awful Records
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Niggas got it out the mud
All you niggas is some studs
All your hoes catchin’ nuts
But I’m not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I’ve been drinkin’ on some bourbon
Nigga sick as fuck, slurrin’
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked, fuckin’ on your boo thang
Fuck her in the ass like Hussain
It feel like huggin’ a new lane
Red cup, red cup
Fuck around, boy, get your head busted
Redrum, redrum
Fuckin’ your ho, got her head sprung

[Chorus]
I can’t roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep fuckin’ with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin’ to my bitch, but we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon’ send your ass to hell if you keep playin’ with my knots
What? Yeah

[Verse 2]
Ayy, when I feel sad a nigga start sippin’
Puttin’ them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin’ up blues in my designer shoes
When I sip on the carpet I look like a star
Pullin’ her bloomers off
Pourin’ that sauvignon blanc on her titties and lickin’ it off
Her mission go from her tata to kitty
She say she want bad boy, I turned into Diddy
Ooh, yeah, I turned into 50
A nigga on BET, nigga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil’ bitch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party, then fucked in the stall
Break a bitch back like bang
Mask on my face, yeah I’m bringin’ the pain

[Chorus]
I can’t roll a blunt, but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep fuckin’ with my money, I might have to get you killed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought we had a deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, thought niggas was chill
You keep talkin’ to my bitch, but we might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll, yeah, your niggas and the cops
So don’t try to call 12, they might shoot you on the spot
They gon’ send your ass to hell if you keep playin’ with my knots
What?

Drunken Masters & Thutmose – What I want

Do what I want, do what I want
Fuck that [?], yeah you know I like the stunt
Do what I want, do what I want
Drop the trap so I could see just what I’m on
(x2)

Hot [?] like Bruce Wayne
Came with a dime like Luke Change
Buying Cartier it’s the new frame
Old money got me feeling like insane
But I still [??]
Cause them niggas in the [?] might chew up
Got a [?] cause I met somebody
Call a medic cause I’m out for the journey

Count it up, yeah I’m counting all my blessings
Risk it all, if I die then I’m a legend
Work so hard, that’s why I’m forever rapping ya
And not a second I go by I remind why I do this

Do what I want, do what I want
Fuck that [?], yeah you know I like the stunt
Do what I want, do what I want
Drop the trap so I could see just what I’m on
(x2)

Stay back, and you’d better keep the distance
Couple tryina double cross like Christians
But somebody better go messin’
[?] die like a hitman
Had a couple thangs so I pull up
It’s a party over here, time I show up
Got a [?] cause I met somebody
Call a medic cause I’m out for the journey

Count it up, yeah I’m counting all my blessings
Risk it all, if I die then I’m a legend
Work so hard, that’s why I’m forever rapping ya
And not a second I go by I remind why I do this

Do what I want, do what I want
Fuck that [?], yeah you know I like the stunt
Do what I want, do what I want
Drop the trap so I could see just what I’m on
(x2)

Fetty Wap – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

Mac Miller – Buttons Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There’s a world gone crazy outside
But let’s pretend that it’s alright
We keep pretending that it’s alright

[Verse 1]
Yeah alright days get mixed up
Schedules get switched up
Can’t be in two places at once
So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up
And forget I had to be anywhere at all
God damn how the mighty will fall
They wanna see me gone
But I’m here in spite of it all
I never play along
You can keep the fear and self pity
I’d rather tell you who I am, really, yeah
This is not a wakeup call
I’m not the hotel operator
I dont owe nobody favors
I don’t know how the fuck I’ve been around so long
Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall, uh huh
It’s like, every year I realize my house too small
Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes
Live out my suitcase
Lose days like loose change
I swear my life is on Blu-ray
Welcome to doomsday
The world needs a hero and I am your Bruce Wayne
Kind of like Luke Cage
You keep on running, we keep on pushing your buttons

[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There’s a world gone crazy outside
But let’s pretend that it’s alright
We keep pretending that it’s alright

[Verse 2]
I run around with open scissors
They taking pictures
I could lose my head, they grow instead
Gets only bigger
I put one foot in front of the other
I never settle, waste your time
Don’t waste your time with water and wine
I’m turning liquid to metals
Still the same dude that used to never be sure
When I was way more insecure, and I’d feel better before
No umbrellas never could weather the storm
No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple
I am looking beyond, leaving them looking
Hottest to grill, I’m putting them on when I be cooking
I keep on running if I have to
Medusa never turned me to a statue, no
I keep it moving, but keep it low
You can do your thing, shit, to each their own
But you better do something
We keep on pushing your buttons

[Chorus]
Yeah, there’s no answer and you call twice
Nobody be at my house
I was at the studio all night
Last night I slept on the couch
I might, wake up, do it all again
There’s a world gone crazy outside
But let’s pretend that it’s alright
We keep pretending that it’s alright

Naji – Blood, Sex & Magic lyrics

[Verse 1]
I walk in with a pimp strut, yuh
Aura saying fuck yo label
Probably gonna end up stuck
Call me when it’s all too late, bitch

I got my own team, yuh
Only got me in the room cause
I owe a favor to Leno
Me and him go back 3 though, digression

You know my progression
I hope I come off aggressive
I get particular
When I gotta choose my weapon

I made it pretty far
Without sucking dick for blessings
Cause ya boi straight

I got my sight on Pepsi-Cola pussy
I’m trying to be a primadonna with a cause
Roping up the old folk that keep on

Holding pussy, pockets swole with it
9/10 doctors recommend
“Keep on keeping on, pussy”

Now that ain’t right, no
Now that ain’t right, no
And I’m a sweetheart to death
But don’t tell the powers that be
So gimme gimme

[Chorus]
Blood, sex, magic
I need blood, sex & magic, now
It’s tragic, y’all
I want it all
(Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it)
I’m a hat trick
Classic fly on the wall
(I’m on the wall, I’m on the wall)

[Verse 2]
Ay ay, lemme get a toast
I’m hella proud of y’all, you deserve it all
Send the accolades, sip ya lemonade

I’m with the day ones on the coast
Busy calling spades spades
Riding round like Kali’s baby
Oh yeah, you know it’s wild

How it seem to work out
I’ve been copacetic
With my credits
And the throwbacks

Feel like Bruce Wayne, swear to God
I’m gonna go bats
Got me in my bag
What it cost to even grow that, yuh

[Bridge]
I think I’m rotten rotten rotten
Trying to get away in my motorcade

Where did my soul go
I need to know
Nobody can know I’m gone
Know I’m gone

I need what’s mine
(Gimme gimme)

[Chorus x2]

Migos – White Sand lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it’s lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean]
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice)
Ride ’round the city with a pipe
Wrist frozen (frozen)
Blessed, I guess I’m chosen (chosen)
Hit a lightskin from Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin’ head (woah)
She was killin’ it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cash out on some new sh*t (woah, look)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Bitch, I surround myself with all this loyalty
Swear to God I’m the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO’s (O’s), none of us got a degree (no, no)
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate
Bitch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I’m with my Migos soldiers, gone

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
White color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag)
When I lay my head down, got two K’s (baow)
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, yeah (soul)
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I check my balance, the cash I’ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt)
When I look at my wrist it’s a hockey puck (woo)
When I get with a bitch I’ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that lean on that ice (lean)
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain’t no wife
Tryna get the demons out of my sight (woo)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Nigga we ain’t hiding we straight (nope)
I’m talking big plate with that steak (steak)
Niggas be watchin’ out ’cause they scoping (watchin’)
Geeked off of Adderall, they all focused (acid)
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A nigga must got to be joking (joking)
Don’t want the pack, it ain’t potent (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice)
I’m laughing, never lacking (no)
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin’ it)
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin’ it)
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon’ be the fattest (asses)
I pick the bitch up and smash it
2018 we don’t pass, we trash it

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Yeah, white color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Mars make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags, wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

Don Q – Thank God

[Intro]
What’s your process now, like what’s the motivation now?
Like before, you know the motivation was like your man a..a..and you know
God bless the day man, you pop
[?]
You just know I can’t go back
When I started this shit, I was just doing this shit for my hood (for real)
Not realized I could take over the whole world doing this shit, you know

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Yeah, uh
I promised to never take me alive
Only jealousy is making me strive
I was made to survive
Pop a pill starting chasing my high
Blowing dove for my nigga ’cause he’s facing the dime
Yo nigga living like he’s do or die
He doing time and never finished junior high
They put him through that dirty system you can lose your mind
Move aside cause he known to carry his tool with pride
Now who am I
Just a nigga that was on the corner sellin’, with wanted felons
It was all a lesson, now I use my thoughts as weapons
And I got tired of seeing my mama work like she Florida Evans
So I flew her out to Florida and I bought a section
Street niggas we just living like there’s not tomorrow
Thirty pills, we stole from [?], who thought we’ll go this far
I was saving crack money for them new J’s
Now I’m spending house money on the new J
Cupid got that matte black Benz he think he Bruce Wayne
Jewels hang, come around and I make niggas mood change
Sippin’ so much red it started to give my tooth stains
Peelin’ in and out of two lanes, take off the poop[?] brain
Nigga who y’all know better than Don, riddle me that
They know where I’m literally at
Listen, I mix the lean with perkies that’s my energy pack
Catch me wearin’ the same clothes I still live like I trap
I just bought my mama presents, I got a designer fetish
I don’t take it for granted, make sure every dollar cherish
Put the nickel on the fabric and I got a lotta karats
I just been sippin’ like a addict
Flying in and out of Paris, what’s up

[Hook: Don Q]
I promised they never take me alive
I promised they never take me alive

[Verse 2: Styles P & Jadakiss]
I promised they’ll never take me alive
Walk in the Beamer dealer take me a 5
Walk in the gun range take me a .9
Walk in the dope spot take me a dime
Walk in the boogie spot and take me a line
We hoppin’ off the jet in Japan, fuck Bape up
Cashmere skully on top of the mean shape upYou ain’t gon’ be happy ’til they put they yellow tape up
I ain’t gon’ be happy ’til my niggas shoot the wake up
Couple niggas cake’d up, a couple niggas was starve, ya
Couple niggas shot and a couple niggas was caviar
Come to your hustle you either small or you large, ya
Know we about that paper, you know it’s the black mob ya
Kill ’em and leave his jewelry on ’em, we consider it
To small to hold a conversation with the illiterate
That’ll put the team in jeopardy
You know we got them bricks but the cut that’s so separately
35 hundred of bottle of Chardon Hennesey
Feeling heavenly, blowing god’s gifts in Beverly
Hills blowin’ bags of rodeo, fuck all my enemies
Fuck around and bust off this gun cause muscle memory
Life it’s consequences, repercussions or penalties
I can give you the game just come to the assembly
No matter what just know they could never destroy the energy
For now live life and just enjoy the amenities
You can make it happen for you or watch it happen for them
Why you think niggas is packed in the pen
Niggas don’t know how to act in the Benz
Couple of bands on ’em
Crosses, couple of feet, couple of hands on ’em
LOX

Mark Battles – Dreaming (feat. Tory Lanez) (Day 2 Album)

[Chorus: Tory Lanez & Mark Battles]
Niggas can’t stop my team from leading
Niggas tryna roll up on you creeping
Niggas can’t stop the king from breathing
Niggas can’t stop the king from dreaming
Low down Streets, that’s where i’m from
Dark [?] that’s where I’m from
Hard knock life, that’s where I’m from (Yo)
Cold nights gone, that’s where I’m from
Come from

[Verse 1: Mark Battles]
She said "I love you baby", and I wonder why
Feeling hopeless, losing focus, should I give up or try (cry)
I know God is real, but why He let my brother die
My heart went cold, it left my soul and watch my mother cry
But I’m the man now, I gotta go and get it
Yo shout out Young Boy, that’s my nigga, man we go dependent
Anytime I make a move my bro be going with it
And every nigga ain’t your nigga, hope you know the difference
It’s been a while now cause my life is changing
Pricey payments, nights in Vegas, switch the flight arrangements
No say you love me baby, that shit make me angry
Cause every time it felt like love that’s when they left me hanging
Hmm, I’m writing music to reduce pain
I’m from a city where struggle teach you a few things
Fly America, Vasi league, we the new gang
You niggas robbing like Blac Chyna and Bruce Wayne
Let’s get it popping, they still doubting a few things
I’m mobbing with my Day 1s, no new names
I ain’t never seen the truth change (people change)

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Niggas can’t stop my team from leading
Niggas tryna roll up on you creeping
Niggas can’t stop the king from breathing
Niggas can’t stop the king from dreaming
Low down Streets, that’s where i’m from
Dark [?] that’s where I’m from
Hard knock life, that’s where I’m from
Cold nights gone, that’s where I’m from
Come from

[Verse 2: Mark Battles]
I’m trying to find time, never mind cause time flies
I’m here for hellos, no Hell Nos or Bye-byes
I’m on the good vibes the rest of my life
The pressure compresses depression, I was stressing at night
The lessons and blessings respect it, don’t you question the fight
We make feelings never left until you stepped to the right
Switch up the game plan, tryna stay the same man
Leave the way I came man

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Niggas can’t stop my team from leading
Niggas tryna roll up on you creeping
Niggas can’t stop the king from breathing
Niggas can’t stop the king from dreaming
Low down Streets, that’s where i’m from
Dark [?] that’s where I’m from
Hard knock life, that’s where I’m from
Cold nights gone, that’s where i’m from
Come from

T-Wayne – Same One (Forever Rickey Album)

[Intro]
That’s the same thing
Look, Cool!
Straight up

[Hook]
Got Giuseppe and Margiela, that’s the same thing
One foreign, one yellow, that’s the same thing
With the beat or acapella, that’s the same thing
In the house or with the teller, that’s the same thing
That’s the same thing, yeah that’s the same thing
That’s the same thing, yeah that’s the same thing
Got Giuseppe and Margiela, that’s the same thing
I’m with a foreign and a yellow, that’s the same thing

[Verse 1]
Lebron James, Michael Jordan, that’s the same thing
Making movies and recording, that’s the same thing
White girl and a foreign, that’s the same thing
I’m in my city or I’m touring, that’s the same thing
All black Lamborghini like I’m Bruce Wayne
I said the Lamborghini but I want that Mulsanne
Bitch I’m blowing up, they think I’m Hussain
I’m riding ‘round and getting it like I’m 2 Chainz
Lennox Mall or Galleria, that’s the same thing
The Ferrari or the Kia, that’s the same thing
One bullshit, one rachet, that’s the same thing
Got two bad bitches with the same name

[Hook]
Got Giuseppe and Margiela, that’s the same thing
One foreign, one yellow, that’s the same thing
With the beat or acapella, that’s the same thing
In the house or with the teller, that’s the same thing
That’s the same thing, yeah that’s the same thing
That’s the same thing, yeah that’s the same thing
Got Giuseppe and Margiela, that’s the same thing
I’m with a foreign and a yellow, that’s the same thing

[Verse 2]
Free all of my niggas in the chain gang
Went gold and went platinum on the same day
Want a verse, I want a Rolex, that’s the same pay
I walked through in two shows on the same day
Margiela fellow, bitch look just like Cinderella
I could kill the beat or I could do it acapella
She could be a foreign, she could even be a yellow
Had a champagne shower, need an umbrella
V Live, King of Diamonds, that’s the same thing
VVS, black and yellow, that’s the same chain
Blue strips, big faces, that’s the same thing
Man my car is too big for the same lane

[Hook]
Got Giuseppe and Margiela, that’s the same thing
One foreign, one yellow, that’s the same thing
With the beat or acapella, that’s the same thing
In the house or with the teller, that’s the same thing
That’s the same thing, yeah that’s the same thing
That’s the same thing, yeah that’s the same thing
Got Giuseppe and Margiela, that’s the same thing
I’m with a foreign and a yellow, that’s the same thing

[Outro]
That’s the same thing
That’s the same thing
That’s the same thing

G-Eazy – Bone Marrow (feat. Danny Seth)

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah
The British are here
The Bay is here, you know?

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Pull up in that Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne, that’s my new thing
Black on black on black on black down to the shoe string
Yo bitch call me daddy, daddy, that’s my new name
Acid rafter, all aboard like a choo-train
You and I are not the same
Difference not a watch and chain
Difference is my DNA, so what you saying?
Leather pants and velvet shirts and VMA
I’m built for fame
Speeding fast so if I see you in my way
I’ll switch my lane, vroom
Realest in the room
Been real since the womb
Till I’m in the tomb
If I take your bitch, then that pussy doomed
Eat it like a spoon
Your bitch coming soon
Like a motion picture
Listen if I’m smokin whicha
Then we gettin’ fucked up all night
Tell me when that dope has hit you, yeah
Party and you see how late it is
You gon’ find out my definition of what faded is
Young Gerald

[Hook: G-Eazy]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?"

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
Five years too deep
Two birds, one seat
Two girls, one butt
This dick ain’t free
In the hills, so steep
Need the mills like a mink
And I come out on top, your career crappy
In her mouth like a cheap
Skipped the bitch like a beat
Smoke cocaine, drink, then repeat
I ain’t slept about like a week
See this lifestyle ain’t cheap
But when I pop up it’s free
Tell all of my brothers we all in the section
But trust me this section isn’t on me
See the flower, I done did it
Poppin’ off like prescription
Killed the beat, she the witness
Call me jack how I rip this
Poker cards how I flip this
Your main hoe is my fitness
I like her stick-thin and titless
I pray I make right decisions
‘Cause if I left they’d be trippin’
Without a suit I make business
Forced out to cash lyrics
Fuck the fame, man, I lived it
I’m blowin’ up like a chimney
Skinny white boy from Britain
I rep my ends ‘til I’m riddance

[Hook: Danny Seth]
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I wanna do is fuck and take a xanny
They say "You a fool man, what’s wrong with Danny?"

[Verse 3: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
See I’m a simple person, I like to drink my Bourbon
The most interesting man alive but I’m a different version
You see, I been determined, it’s a wrap like a turban
I’m gettin’ to the money, you’re washed up like dish detergent
Pulled up with her skirt off, ugh leave here with her clothes off
On shit like a [?], I’m the one that you heard of
Talk shit, get burned off, being broke is a turn off
Keep spittin’ fire, the temp is high like I got my shirt off
The cap is off of these bottles, diCaprio to these models
The phone’s out when we’re partying
I’ve had enough of these problems
The British come and I wander
I fuck tens, I bought ’em
Cocaine and these models
And that’s the first one brother
Yeah, okay, every day my stock inclines
I don’t see no stopping signs
Some model bitches choppin’ lines
Choppin’ lines, this is gettin’ common, it’s a hobby, I’m…
I’m partying like every night, do this shit until we die

[Hook: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?"

G-Eazy – Bone Marrow

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah
The British are here
The Bay is here, you know?

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Pull up in that Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne, that’s my new thing
Black on black on black on black down to the shoe string
Yo bitch call me daddy, daddy, that’s my new name
Acid rafter, all aboard like a choo-train
You and I are not the same
Difference not a watch and chain
Difference is my DNA, so what you saying?
Leather pants and velvet shirts and VMA
I’m built for fame
Speeding fast so if I see you in my way
I’ll switch my lane, vroom
Realest in the room
Been real since the womb
Till I’m in the tomb
If I take your bitch, then that pussy doomed
Eat it like a spoon
Your bitch coming soon
Like a motion picture
Listen if I’m smokin whicha
Then we gettin’ fucked up all night
Tell me when that dope has hit you, yeah
Party and you see how late it is
You gon’ find out my definition of what faded is
Young Gerald

[Hook: G-Eazy]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say “You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?”

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
Five years too deep
Two birds, one seat
Two girls, one butt
This dick ain’t free
In the hills, so steep
Need the mills like a mink
And I come out on top, your career crappy
In her mouth like a cheap
Skipped the bitch like a beat
Smoke cocaine, drink, then repeat
I ain’t slept about like a week
See this lifestyle ain’t cheap
But when I pop up it’s free
Tell all of my brothers we all in the section
But trust me this section isn’t on me
See the flower, I done did it
Poppin’ off like prescription
Killed the beat, she the witness
Call me jack how I rip this
Poker cards how I flip this
Your main hoe is my fitness
I like her stick-thin and titless
I pray I make right decisions
‘Cause if I left they’d be trippin’
Without a suit I make business
Forced out to cash lyrics
Fuck the fame, man, I lived it
I’m blowin’ up like a chimney
Skinny white boy from Britain
I rack my M’s ‘til I’m riddance

[Hook: Danny Seth]
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I wanna do is fuck and take a xanny
They say “You a fool man, what’s wrong with Danny?”

[Verse 3: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
See I’m a simple person, I like to drink my Bourbon
The most interesting man alive but I’m a different version
You see, I been determined, it’s a wrap like a turban
I’m gettin’ to the money, you’re washed up like dish detergent
Pulled up with her skirt off, ugh leave here with her clothes off
On shit like a [?], I’m the one that you heard of
Talk shit, get burned off, being broke is a turn off
Keep spittin’ fire, the temp is high like I got my shirt off
The cap is off of these bottles, diCaprio to these models
The phone’s out when we’re partying
I’ve had enough of these problems
The British come and I wander
I fuck tens, I bought ’em
Cocaine and these models
And that’s the first one brother
Yeah, okay, every day my stock inclines
I don’t see no stopping signs
Some model bitches choppin’ lines
Choppin’ lines, this is gettin’ common, it’s a hobby, I’m…
I’m partying like every night, do this shit until we die

[Hook: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say “You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?”

Chris Brown – New Gang

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Verse 1: Ray J]
Pull up to the club ’bout 100
It’s a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I’m whippin’ in that Wraith with my gunners
105 west with some shooters right in front of us
Got that meth lab up and runnin’
Rest in peace to the big homie [?]
Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin’ money
[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
You don’t bang bang, you ain’t gang gang
You ain’t never slang, choppin’ ‘caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin’ slang off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips
Stackin’ chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin’ Srips
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin’ ends, niggas in my way, that’s one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
All these model bitches, they can’t keep they hands off me

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Pull up, pull up if you ’bout it nigga
Where I’m from, we body niggas
Kamakazis on Kawasakis
On 12 o’clock, you ain’t ridin’ with us
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever
I got homies pullin’ up in broad day
And set this bitch off like Keef
Smokin’ Khalifa
And you was the one sayin’ you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
Can’t fuck with your boy
This that new gang
All my niggas wear new chains
And I put my bitch in a [?]
OHB in a black Lamb’ like Bruce Wayne

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

[Verse 4: Ray J]
Pardon me but I don’t usually talk a lot
If you ain’t talkin’ money, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin’ spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein’ broke, I never can
Money’s all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
You speakin’ that foolery, this money’s nothin’ new to me
Ain’t worried ’bout who’s hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin’, bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’
Got that new gang comin’ in
You see the new gang comin’
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin’
Propane got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose runny
The strap got 100 rounds in it
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’

Famous Dex – Drugs In Me Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Uh yah
Uh yah, uh yah
Oh what?
Now I be gone off the Lean, the pills
The molly, and the Percs
OHMANGOTDDAMN!

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs on me
I’m bustin’ off Ecstasy
She say I’m her man
I’m married to money, I can’t say a thing
I be geekin’ in the lobby
All these tats on my body
3 bitches in the party
I’m drinkin’ lean not Bacardi
I poured me a 6 till I doses
I’m flexin’ soo hard in my overalls
And baby geekin’ off the percs
I’m goin’ right up when I I skurt
4k for the purse, you didn’t know Dexter was a flirt
Baby girl, what you worth?
All these drugs like a nurse

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I got the drugs in me
That syrup you drinkin’ in Hennessy
Half a pint or 2 liter
In the coupe with 2 ninas
I drop a grip on my ring
Rich Forever on the chain
Jumpin’ through your bitch at the Blue Flame
Maserati matt black, no Bruce Wayne
I need my medicine
Ride around in the coupe, goin’ crazy in Beverly
I’m a motherfuckin’ chemist in the kitchen doin’ chemistry
Walkin’ around with that MAC chicken
Empty the clip leave your face missin’
In the kitcken whippin’ 33 bricks, that’s a Scottie Pippen

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I got the drugs in me
I’m gone off pills and Hennessy
I be turnin’ up my shows
I be coolin’ with the bros
I can never trust these hoes
I got the drugs in me