Insecure – Jazmin Sullivan feat. Bryson Tiller lyrics

Lyrics Jazmine Sullivan – Insecure

Gotta’ lot on my mind
I’m thinking I’m needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn man
Can I get a minute get some space, man
You been through my head, playing games man
You be way too controlling
Got me feeling like I can’t breathe, I can’t even hang with a homie
Ain’t no reason not to trust me, I’m your lady not a slave
You my nigga not my master, I’ll escape thinking who can I run to?
Got me looking for a new dude
With a chill vibe, who a nice time, who can lay back, who don’t pick fights, who ain’t insecure.

Why you gotta’ be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more
And why you can’t get above my back
And I can take a lot of s**t, but I won’t take that.

Been a long time, ain’t been home – I been away
Work got me in and out of state
Don’t know what you’re doing, wonder what you’re doing
You got niggas in you’re face, I’ll never let you go to waste
You’re my treasure, baby, not my trash
Thirsty bout to make a nigga splash
Why I treat you like a trophy, control freak
I tell you thats better than no freak
Find someone better you can go free
Stop trippin’ girl you know me, I’m your homie
Don’t cut it off, we done said it all and we done it all
I want it all, for myself sorry if I’m coming off insecure
Ooh, yeah, yeahhh.

Why you gotta be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more
And why you can’t get above my back
And I can take a lot of s**t, but I won’t take that.

Don’t you never trust, it’s important
Ever heard of that, is it foreign to you?
Is a good time really boring to you?
You be on your Suge Knight, I was tryna find
You believe you’re a lover
Are you my man or my big brother
Baby somethings wrong with this picture
You make it hard to wanna stay with ya
I’m your lady, not a slave
You my nigga, not my master, I’ll escape
Thinking who can I run to?
Got me looking for a new dude
I’m a good girl but you reach in
Bout to make me give you reason to be insecure.

Why you gotta’ be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more (but you be wanting more and more)
And why you can’t get above my back versuri-lyrics.info
And I can take a lot of s**t, but I won’t take that (but I won’t take that)
No I won’t take that no moreee.

Featured in HBO’s Insecure Season 2.
Jazmine Sullivan lyrics
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Run me dry – Bryson Tiller lyrics

Lyrics Bryson Tiller – Run me dry

I think she love me, ’cause I got the check on me
Wan’ spend the day and flex on me
Put a curse and hex on me
Scratch out my name, put the X on me
You should come check on me
Talk dirty and caress on me
f*ck it, might as well get undressed for me
Love how you get that p***y wet for me
Put a lot of stress on me
You used to obsess for me
Call the station and request for me
You done went and got a big head on me.(run me dry)

You’re running me dry
Oh girl, you’re running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told her “Bring it here”
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go go go
Drop that, down, Imma pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go go go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let’s go
Let’s go, oh yeahhh
Oh, you’re the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her “Bring it here”
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go go go
Drop that, down Imma pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go go go.

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Used to break my neck for you
Spend my paycheck on you
Put my account in the red for you
Damn near put myself in debt for you
You made me obsessed for you
Thought I had the same effect on you
Couldn’t see I was the best for you
Now you gotta figure out what’s next for you
Now you feel regret, oh, do you?
Baby, I could care less for you
Trust, I’m not even sweating you
You ran me dry, bet it gets to you (Oh yeah)
Out of respect for you
I curved bitches on the internet for you
I lost all respect for you
Baby, it’s my turn to flex on you.

You’re running me dry
Oh girl, you’re running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told ’em bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go, go, go
Drop that, down, Imma pick it up, up, up
Swing it around, Imma go, go, go
Versuri-lyrics.info
Oh, you tryna roll
Let’s go
Let’s go, yeah
Oh, you’re the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up, up, up
Swing it around, Imma go, go, go
Drop that, down Imma pick it up, up, up
Swing it around, Imma go, go, gooo.(run me dry)
Bryson Tiller lyrics
Video dry

Something tells me – Bryson Tiller lyrics

Lyrics Bryson Tiller – Something tells me

Yeah, something tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby.

Yo’ intuition has been tellin’ you
Things that you never knew (never knew)
Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals
But still I keep it professional versuri-lyrics.info
Hey, laying in the bed and you acting like I can’t even touch you
I don’t know why you do that
Shower with the door open, why you do that?
Drop the towel right in front of me, you cruel
What’s goin’ on, baby, talk to me, baby
Say it to me straight, did I make a mistake?
And I can’t concentrate while you’re standing there naked
Acting strange, yeah, yeah, yeahhh.

Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Yeah, something tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby.

My intuition has been telling me
Trust what you said to me
You ain’t never really felt love ’til you slept with me
I’m busy, it’s no wonder you upset with me
You found a Magnum inside of my bag
Don’t know how to explain this
That was in there way before we started dating
This the only music I hate facing, oh
Lay down, baby, I’ma take it slow
Can’t let this thing go to waste, oh no
Before we crash, hit the brakes, oh no
Call, then I got to your place, oh no
Still getting voicemail, oh no
F**k it, leave a voicemail, oh no
Hey, looks like we’re at the end of the road.

Yeah, something tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Yeah somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby.

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I feel like you know what I’m about to say
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know what I’m about to say, huh
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Can we make it work, huh
Can we make it work
Let’s make it work
Let’s make it work, yeah
I know we can make it work
Let’s make it work
We can make it work, come onnn.
Bryson Tiller lyrics
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Young Dolph – On The River (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Gelato Album)

[Intro: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Pretty white bitches sniffin’ cocaine
My trap house live like the "Soul Train"
I had a dream when I was a young nigga (me too)
Bad bitches
Young live money, big pound of weed in that motherfucker
Gang gang, yeah

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Syrup sipper, and she full of that liquor (yeah)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (yeah)
She started with me first, pulling on my zipper (yeah)
She thick-alicious, so you know I had to hit her
God damn, hell no, boy you know I didn’t kiss her (no)
I’m from Memphis you know I thought about pimping her(yup)
G’s up hoes down
I might break a bitch like I break down a pound
Want the work for cheap jump on a plane go out of town
Yeah you see that boy ain’t solid make that pussy stay from round
All I wanna do is count money and lay up with my lil’ bitch
Rich niggas ain’t dumb, dumb niggas ain’t rich

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Young Dolph]
All I smoke is killer (strong)
Gotta shout out Killer (hey)
See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (woah)
Got a crib in Cali so my car ain’t got no ceilings (drop?)
Smellin’ like that KK when I walk into the building (hey, hey!)
Bank roll, tryna get another million (racks)
Get jammed up he gon’ sing like Bryson Tiller (damn)
Garage look like the dealer (haha)
Y’all don’t look familiar (who is you?)
Plus I rep them Steelers (yeah)
Don’t care what the bill is (aha!)
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
I met the bitch on the first night, she gon’ try it all
I feel bad for a nigga ’cause he keep tryna call
Got a Rover at my crib, she’ll be back to you tomorrow

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass it(whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like "Thriller" (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

Young Dolph – On the River Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Pretty white bitches sniffin’ cocaine
My trap house live like the “Soul Train”
I had a dream when I was a young nigga (me too)
Bad bitches
Young live money, big pound of weed in that motherfucker
Gang gang, yeah

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like “Thriller” (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Syrup sipper, and she fuck with that liquor (yeah)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (yeah)
She started with me first, pulling on my zipper (yeah)
She thick-ilicious, so you know I had to hit her
God damn, hell no, boy you know I didn’t kiss her (no)
I’m from Memphis you know I thought about pimping (yup)
G’s up hoes down
I might break a bitch like I break down a pound
Want the work for cheap jump on a plane go out of town
Yeah you see that boy solid make that pussy stay from round
All I wanna do is count money lay up with my lil’ bitch
Rich niggas ain’t dumb, dumb niggas ain’t rich

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like “Thriller” (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
All I smoke is killer, gotta shout out Killer
See me in the club I be standing next to killers
Got a crib in Cali so my car ain’t got no ceilings
Smellin’ like that KK when I walk into the building
Thankful, tryna get another million
Get jammed up he gon’ sing like Bryson Tiller
Garage look like the dealer
Got ’em look familiar
Plus I rep them Stealers
Don’t care what the bill is
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
I met the bitch on the first night she gon’ try it all
Lie for bad for a nigga cause he keep tryna call
Got a Rover at my crib, she’ll be back to you tomorrow

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (hell no)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (no thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (whoooo)
All I smoke is killer (strong), your bitch look like “Thriller” (damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (skrrt)
Fuckin’ with the realest, don’t know a nigga realer (aye)
Yeah, I can show you how to make that money triple (work)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (huh)

Skillz – 2016 Rap Up

This past year was a bummer
Looking back, it kinda makes me wonder
How it came and went and damn near took everyone under
Its crazy out here and even though it was tough
I’ma run it back, this is 2016 Rap Up

Denver won the Super Bowl, Cam came up short
Leo got his Oscar and El Chapo got caught
They got mosquitoes with the Zika, so don’t get bit
Peyton and Kobe Bryant both called it quits
I gotta admit, Fam, I get mad as shit
When I swipe my card and they say "No, You gotta use your chip"
Damn Daniel, "Hamilton" was lit
Who let Kanye West get 53 million in debt?
And Rihanna went to work without taking a pause
ISIS popping and y’all worried about bathroom laws?!?
Come on, fam
How that sound?
So we out here standing up
Just so y’all can sit down?
Warriors went on a streak and then they got served
Panda was a hit and we couldn’t understand the words
Huh, and Khaled kept snapping
These youngins keep mumbling
I guess y’all call that rapping
I’ve seen "Stranger Things", come on dude
Y’all out here shooting gorillas and punching kangaroos
Janet Jackson pregnant at 50, dog
So for you ol’ broads, there might be some hope for y’all
I ain’t throwing shade, it ain’t that deep
Shit I don’t want nobody out here fucking with me in these streets
Then Birdman ran up on Charlamagne
And Lil’ Wayne still not ‘puttin’ respect on his name’
Michael left Kelly trying to get paid
But the world stopped when Beyonce dropped Lemonade
She slayed, and over-shared
And ya’ll still trying to find out about ‘Becky with the good hair.’
As far as questions, I got one
"Hey Hov and B, is y’all finished or is y’all done?"
Son, I don’t know if it was fake
I know KD did the running man challenge all the way to Golden State
The whole year made no sense
Dog, we live in a world without Muhammad Ali and no Prince
Then Gucci came home
And he looked so different y’all was like, "naw, that’s got to be a clone"
Y’all was glued to y’all phones
And LeBron got it done for the Cavs and brought the chip back home
Snapchatting all over the place
I swear to God, if I see one more girl with a dog on her face
It was a sad year for sure
Instead of being woke though
Y’all wanted to play Pokemon Go!
And rap got weird, should we be concerned?
Young Thug in a dress, Yung Joc got a perm
And everybody was in the Presidential race
Ryan Lochte, Oh he gets the Michael Phelps’ face
Game and Meek beefing, Hillary and Trump
Kap took a knee, T.I., Brad Pitt got dumped
And Trump said he going to build a wall on the border
Ya’ll will probably go to flip bottles water
The snow storm had the East underground
The kept shooting black men but wouldn’t shoot killer clowns
They kept telling us to use our voices
Knowing damn well they ain’t really give us no choices
Get an iPhone with no headphone cord
Or get a Galaxy and go and meet the Lord
See they go low, and we go high
You only got two friends. Why you trying to go Live?
I’ma miss the Obamas, I don’t wanna see them go
My prayers to everyone that we lost in Orlando
The Oscars were so white they had to get Chris Rock
And the album of the year had to be Anderson.Paak
Cubs finally Won, Usain was on fire
Melania Trump hired the wrong ghostwriter
I’m petty with the manners
‘Cuz I think Kim K. got robbed by Joanne the Scammer
Ooouuu
Biters keep testin’ me
They making rappers, but they ain’t got the recipe
Huh, Yeah that’s facts
Shout to Young M.A. for bringing New York back
And I hear y’all talking about "Kanye is fine"
Well to us it look like Kanye done lost his mind
Cowboys kept ballin’, them boys in the zone
Bryson Tiller came along, kept telling us "Don’t"
I’m highly favored
I clap back on my haters
I be the beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
The mannequin challenge, oh, that’s how y’all feel?
The World moving dog, we can’t just stand still
Beyonce made sure y’all got in formation
One time for Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Did Drake bag J.Lo? I say kinda
But y’all was all up in arms over Rob and Chyna
And that’s a new level of female pimping
Biggest L of the year goes to Hillary Clinton
You ask me, man, I thought she had it made
You ask me now, shit, I think we all got played
Another sign of the times
And now the whole World laughing at us, sounding like ChewbaccaMom
2016 was a bully and a punk
On top of that, now we gotta deal with Donald Trump?
Pardon me, as I vent
Bro, we made a reality star the President
And that just makes me sick
Talking about, "We gotta give him a chance." Naw
I ain’t got to give him shit
It’s going to be hard to cope
Because you can’t have progress, dog, if you don’t have hope
More pros, less rookies
And if America’s ours, how we let it get grabbed by the pussy?
They say I sound mad, off the cuff
Oh, I sound mad? Y’all don’t sound mad enough
So from here on out, we gotta set the tone
Y’all protect yourself and protect your own
And way too many people got called back home
2016 you can go, and I’m glad you’re gone
Felt like a long bad dream
I’m wishing you love and life, Welcome to 2017

G Herbo – Pull Up (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Baby, don’t stop
Baby, don’t stop
You couldn’t make me this
I wanna get freaky, freaky
And let me lick you up and down
(Let me take you up and down, haha)
Up and down
(Up and)
Up and down
(G-Herbo, ha)
Let me making you soaking wet baby

[Verse 1]
Let me show you how the gangsters do it
I know you tryna get it off
Turn the Bryson Tiller off, let me fuck you to this gangster music
Party bag and I can’t refuse it
Pussy so good, so tight, know I gotta abuse it
One stroke, two strokes, same beat as the music
Aye and that shit so wet I took the rubber off, can’t even use it
I love when you start screamin’ out when I go deep into it
Know I’m goin’ hard, I can’t stop killin’, in love with you moanin’
We go again, over and over, know she my opponent
Win, lose, or draw
She leave me breathin’ hard, I leave her soakin’
I kiss your lips, we lick and suck, and let me bend it over
She throw it back, I’m in her stomach, know she feelin’ it
So deep, she tryna run but can’t because I’m still in it
She feelin’ it, she lovin’ it, she feelin’ it
We wasn’t deep at first but now we got our feelin’s in
When I’m on the road she missin’ me, yeah cause she not on that
When I’m layin’, I’m on my way, can’t wait to put my mouth on it

[Interlude]
(Up and down)
Aye
(Up and down)
Let me lick you (up and down)
You already know what is man when you callin’ me baby
Just pull up, two, three cribs, you come whenever look

[Verse 2]
Baby let me get it fresh up out the shower
Tongue kiss your lips, caress you, stroke you for an hour
She leakin’, soakin’, bite her lips soon as I’m slidin’ in
Can’t get no deeper, she start scratchin’, and she grabbin’ me
I can take the pain, she say my name when I start grinding it
Fucked around and fell in love, I met her from around the land
First started off as my little bitch, wasn’t even fuckin’ then
Let me inside, I’ll beat it up, and I’ve been busting since
Can’t take it when I’m lickin’ it, when I start suckin’ it
She comin’ in spread her legs, keep lickin’, make her cum again
She know I keep it super real, realer than most of ’em
She know it’s fuck them other bitches, can’t get over her
Aye, like a roller coast with her
Haa, she ride, I’m holdin’ her
And after that I told her

[Outro]
(Let me lick you soakin’ wet baby)
Let me lick you soakin’ wet baby, haha
(Baby, don’t stop)
Don’t stop
(Baby, don’t stop)
Get on top
(Baby, don’t stop)
I told her
(Baby, don’t stop)
Haah
(Baby, don’t stop)

You already know what it is, you know? When I’m with you it feel like, when I’m with you it feel like — It ain’t nothin’ else goin’ on, everything revolvin’ around us, you know we kickin’ it. Besides us fuckin’ baby, we just be kickin’ it. I need somebody to kick it when I’m goin’ through everything I’m goin’ through. When I can just lay back, smoke a blunt, rub my back or somethin’, you know I’m sayin’? Let me vent to you sometimes baby. Hoes ain’t shit but pussies, haha I told ’em hoes ain’t shit but pussies, haha

G Herbo – Pull Up

[Intro]
Baby, don’t stop
Baby, don’t stop
You couldn’t make me this
I wanna get freaky, freaky
And let me lick you up and down
(Let me take you up and down, haha)
Up and down
(Up and)
Up and down
(G-Herbo, ha)
Let me making you soaking wet baby

[Verse 1]
Let me show you how the gangsters do it
I know you tryna get it off
Turn the Bryson Tiller off, let me fuck you to this gangster music
Party bag and I can’t refuse it
Pussy so good, so tight, know I gotta abuse it
One stroke, two strokes, same beat as the music
Aye and that shit so wet I took the rubber off, can’t even use it
I love when you start screamin’ out when I go deep into it
Know I’m goin’ hard, I can’t stop killin’, in love with you moanin’
We go again, over and over, know she my opponent
Win, lose, or draw
She leave me breathin’ hard, I leave her soakin’
I kiss your lips, we lick and suck, and let me bend it over
She throw it back, I’m in her stomach, know she feelin’ it
So deep, she tryna run but can’t because I’m still in it
She feelin’ it, she lovin’ it, she feelin’ it
We wasn’t deep at first but now we got our feelin’s in
When I’m on the road she missin’ me, yeah cause she not on that
When I’m layin’, I’m on my way, can’t wait to put my mouth on it
[Interlude]
(Up and down)
Aye
(Up and down)
Let me lick you (up and down)
You already know what is man when you callin’ me baby
Just pull up, two, three cribs, you come whenever look

[Verse 2]
Baby let me get it fresh up out the shower
Tongue kiss your lips, caress you, stroke you for an hour
She leakin’, soakin’, bite her lips soon as I’m slidin’ in
Can’t get no deeper, she start scratchin’, and she grabbin’ me
I can take the pain, she say my name when I start grinding it
Fucked around and fell in love, I met her from around the land
First started off as my little bitch, wasn’t even fuckin’ then
Let me inside, I’ll beat it up, and I’ve been busting since
Can’t take it when I’m lickin’ it, when I start suckin’ it
She comin’ in spread her legs, keep lickin’, make her cum again
She know I keep it super real, realer than most of ’em
She know it’s fuck them other bitches, can’t get over her
Aye, like a roller coast with her
Haa, she ride, I’m holdin’ her
And after that I told her

[Outro]
(Let me lick you soakin’ wet baby)
Let me lick you soakin’ wet baby, haha
(Baby, don’t stop)
Don’t stop
(Baby, don’t stop)
Get on top
(Baby, don’t stop)
I told her
(Baby, don’t stop)
Haah
(Baby, don’t stop)

You already know what it is, you know? When I’m with you it feel like, when I’m with you it feel like — It ain’t nothin’ else goin’ on, everything revolvin’ around us, you know we kickin’ it. Besides us fuckin’ baby, we just be kickin’ it. I need somebody to kick it when I’m goin’ through everything I’m goin’ through. When I can just lay back, smoke a blunt, rub my back or somethin’, you know I’m sayin’? Let me vent to you sometimes baby. Hoes ain’t shit but pussies, haha I told ’em hoes ain’t shit but pussies, haha