Lil Baby – Live Off My Closet Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Baby]
Who made this beat?
Drippin’
Twysted Genius, baby
I’m just drippin’

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I could live out my closet before I go broke (Broke)
I got too many cars, I ain’t carryin’ no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin’ on syrup, I ain’t drivin’ no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don’t know which one gold
Just be thinkin’ that she slick, but I’m buyin’ ’em both
We own Rodeo, lil’ bro got this heater
I walk in my crib and buy everyone coats

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I’m a hyena since everyone goats
Tenfold of shooters pull up and they scope
I got the drop on the opp, it’s a go
I get two hundred racks every night for a show
I know it’s a blessin’
Christian Dior, enjoying these livings
I just hope I can duck into Heaven
I just front on the actress for breakfast, I hope she ain’t missin’ it
I just be fuckin’ bitches, I don’t be textin’ ’em
It ain’t no in the middle, shoot the messanger
He won’t let nobody get the best of him
Oh, you don’t know Scotty, take a test
Plus she wanted me to get in, so I left with her
I got too many women, baby, Hefner
I let the little bros keep the extra
I used the baking soda, we was stretchin’ ’em
Making these deals, know what’s coming, decimals
Know I might get bored and buy the bitch a hair salon
I’ma pay for it, bruh, ain’t never have to front
I make a million dollars every other month
As soon as I get done, I’ma give her some
Not like the rest of ’em, I’m a different one
I had to shoot back, I ain’t get to run
Can’t let a fuck nigga take my mama’s stuff

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I could live out my closet before I go broke (Broke)
I got too many cars, I ain’t carryin’ no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin’ on syrup, I ain’t drivin’ no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don’t know which one gold
Just be thinkin’ that she slick, but I’m buyin’ ’em both
We own Rodeo, lil’ bro got this heater
I walk in my crib and buy everyone coats
I could live out my closet before I go broke (Broke)
I got too many cars, I ain’t carryin’ no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin’ on syrup, I ain’t drivin’ no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don’t know which one gold
Just be thinkin’ that she slick, but I’m buyin’ ’em both
We own Rodeo, lil’ bro got this heater
I walk in my crib and buy everyone coats

[Verse 2: Future]
Grippin’ that raw and I’m breakin’ the law (Yeah)
I got too much Givenchy in the closet (Yeah)
Got enough cash and I’m drowsy (Yeah)
I got more oar than a Saudi (Yeah)
I don’t know what made ’em doubt me (Yeah)
Made a hundred M’s, shouldn’t doubt me (Yeah)
I got the jeweler, the mula (Yeah)
I go to Jerusalem, they call me daddy (Yeah)
Pray to Young Pluto, I’m kicking like Judo (Yeah)
I’m flippin’ this money the fastest (Yeah)
Bitches in love with the kid (Oh, oh, oh)
Really fuck with the kid, they gon’ follow the protocol (Oh, oh, oh)
Go out of the country (Oh, oh, oh)
Smoke on of the best bud, fuck on the best hoes (Oh, oh, oh)
Ain’t no more regular diamonds (Oh, oh, oh)
My shit coming with a passport (Oh, oh, oh)
And they worried ’bout the card declinin’ (Yeah)
I get three million cash at the Waldorf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done went to New York to spend at Dior (Yeah)
I got the gas like BP (Pluto)
Put the part up when you see the opps, nigga
No clown shit, we send ’em six feet
I done spent millions in the six six
I done spent millions with RihRih (Super)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I could live out my closet before I go broke (Broke)
I got too many cars, I ain’t carryin’ no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin’ on syrup, I ain’t drivin’ no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don’t know which one gold
Just be thinkin’ that she slick, but I’m buyin’ ’em both
We own Rodeo, lil’ bro got this heater
I walk in my crib and buy everyone coats
I could live out my closet before I go broke (Broke)
I got too many cars, I ain’t carryin’ no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin’ on syrup, I ain’t drivin’ no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don’t know which one gold
Just be thinkin’ that she slick, but I’m buyin’ ’em both
We own Rodeo, lil’ bro got this heater
I walk in my crib and buy everyone coats

Ebenezer – Christian Dior Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Me, I lost faith
Hardly Christian anymore
All I ever wanted was some Christian Dior
I said, Christian Loboutin’s, I said blood all on the floor
Money, money, money, gotta get it from the store, oh

[Chorus]
Over time had to get it undercut (But we)
We tried everything (Yeah)
Praying doesn’t work (Yeah)
Overtime had to get it undercut (Yeah)
We tried everything (But we)
Prayin’ doesn’t work, oh

[Verse 1]
I don’t rock designers, eh
Way too broke to care, eh
Smoke a blunt and get dressed
Not as high end fashioned, eh (You know, you know)
That’s a chain reaction man
‘Cause the girls they only come
When they think you getting paid (Yeah)
What they wanna do is smoke weed, turn up and take drugs (Yeah, yeah)
Bitches wanna make money, they don’t really care ’bout love (Yeah)
Lord knows I need a sign
Lord knows I need a sign

[Pre-Chorus]
Me, I lost faith
Hardly Christian anymore
All I ever wanted was some Christian Dior
I said, Christian Loboutin’s I said blood all on the floor
Money, money, money, gotta get it from the store, oh

[Chorus]
Over time had to get it undercut
We tried everything (Nothing)
Praying doesn’t work (Nothing)
Over time had to get it undercut (But we)
We tried everything (But we)
Prayin’ doesn’t work, oh

[Verse 2]
Yeah, Yeah, I don’t ask permission, eh
I just ask forgiveness (Woah)
Sellin’ weed in church, just some more side bu’iness
You know, you know, never had a Christmas (Yeah)
Life keeps giving lemons, shit, when I hate citrus (Oh)
What-what-what, only one who won a thousand
Father’s church had to reach it like I’m dousin’
Lord knows I need a sign
Lord knows I need a sign

[Pre-Chorus]
Me, I lost faith
Hardly Christian anymore
All I ever wanted was some Christian Dior
I said, Christian Loboutin’s I said blood all on the floor
Money, money, money, gotta get it from the store, oh

[Chorus]
Over time had to get it undercut
We tried everythin’ (Nothing)
Praying doesn’t work (Nothing)
Over time had to get it undercut (But we)
We tried everything (But we)
Praying doesn’t work, oh
Over time lhad to get it undercut
We tried everything (Nothing)
Praying doesn’t work (Nothing)
Over time had to get it undercut (But we)
We tried everything (But we)
Praying doesn’t work, oh

Suigeneris – Feelings Lyrics (feat. TJ Porter)

[Intro]
Cito

[Chorus: TJ Porter]
I came up from the bottom, these niggas be hatin’ on me and I know they don’t want me to pop
I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these niggas ain’t give me my shot
I got some shit on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I’ma get to the top
I know they hatin’ on me, yeah, they want me to flop
Bitch, I’m the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin’ off benches
Young niggas, we was hoppin’ them fences
Nigga, that’s how we was livin’
And this shit is f**ked up but I came a long way
“He lucked up,” is what them niggas all say
They want me down ’cause they see that I’m killin’
Hopped in the booth, I’m expressing my feelings

[Verse: Suigeneris]
There ain’t no safety on this .38
If I shoot then I’ll shoot it for real
Got a ride with a nine, murder stay on my mind
If I shoot then I’m shootin’ to kill
Lost a couple of homies to pills
Had to get in my bag for real
They ain’t show me no love when I had no funds
So f**k him if that’s how he feel
They full of shit, I gotta ride with a clip
‘Cause I can never trust a soul
Gotta put mom in a mansion then switch it up fast
Yeah, they pray to God that I’ma fold
I’ma put on for my city, they ain’t f**kin’ with me
My brothers tryna see us ball
I ain’t gon’ be in a grave
Seen too many soldiers in my corner taking a loss
Rest in peace grandma, I know that you see me
I’m tryna go in, get the coupe with the stars
I ain’t gon’ eat if my brothers, they feast
‘Til I get it and split it, not talkin’ divorce
Used to be ramen and ‘fits straight from Ross
Now I walk out the house rockin’ Christian Dior
Diamonds is bustin’, I been on the stuntin’
I came out the womb knowin’ I’d be a boss

[Chorus: TJ Porter]
I came up from the bottom, these niggas be hatin’ on me and I know they don’t want me to pop
I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these niggas ain’t give me my shot
I got some shit on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I’ma get to the top
I know they hatin’ on me, yeah, they want me to flop
Bitch, I’m the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin’ off benches
Young niggas, we was hoppin’ them fences
Nigga, that’s how we was livin’
And this shit is f**ked up but I came a long way
“He lucked up,” is what them niggas all say
They want me down ’cause they see that I’m killin’
Hopped in the booth, I’m expressing my feelings

Basmo Fam – Det Jeg Sa Lyrics (feat. Unge Ferrari, Arif & Philip Emilio)

[Vers 1: Unge Ferrari]
Som en Uzi
Flower som en Uzi
Flower som en Uzi
Flower som en
Flower som en Uzi
(bap bap bap)
Gjemmer fjeset mitt i en hoodie, ingen ser meg nå
Inspekter gadger på beaten
1000 jenter venter, men jeg ruller solo
f**k, f**k, f**k
Pushups jeg bah flexer på
De hata meg før bitch ser meg nå (se meg nå)
Dette her er murda, holocaust
Som en tornado når jeg dukker opp
Puller opp, ruller opp
Metafor spytter
Ung, ung spiller
På grava står det: gjorde alltid det han ville
Hææ
Hææ
For jeg er betatt og helt å
Helt gæren, har tatt av, så helt av
Mista synet, mista øynene mine
Den dritten der må jeg ha mer av

[Hook: Unge Ferrari]
Det jeg sa
Det jeg sa
Jeg er gal
Jeg er gal
Det jeg sa
Det jeg sa
Jeg er gal
Jeg er gal

[Vers 2: Philip Emilio]
Jeg vet jeg skulle vært et annet sted
Aloevera plante jungeldyret ligger naken
Og dette øyeblikket føles som for alltid
Hører fugler kvitre er så nummen i mitt ansikt
Bare surrer rundt med random bitches og er f**kin lit
Glasset renner over, bitch jeg hadde dårlig tid
Før jeg kommer hit i mårra skal jeg bare forsove meg
Shoutout mine Købens, vil bare ha det sjov man
Danser i en coma med ung T
Og hun ligger f**kings så bra med low key
Vi connecter uten kontakt
Vi connecter uten kontakt
Ingen følelser bare pitch correction

[Hook: Unge Ferrari]

[Vers 3: Arif]
Allerede, allerede
Modellene de står på begge sider, begge sider
Mista jomfrudommen til en babysitter
For mye bulmers, kall meg baby cider
Bah kall meg
Meg og mine niggas vi tjener litt parachao
Iskald neger ga dama di karasjok
Klokka sto stille nå
Stilig type, stilen stiler på no rype vest for oss
Det er sånn det går
Nærmeste hun kom kristendom
Var Dom Perignon og Christian Dior
Meg og mine dogz som vi brenner
Bad bitch, rund ass, kall hun kennel
Hun sa neger
Hun lander og flyr på samma klevd
For det skjer f**kings hver helg, hver helg
Lander og flyr på samma kveld
For det skjer f**kings hver helg

[Hook: Unge Ferrari]

[Bridge]
Samma g som begynner å le
Samma g som
Samma g som begynner å le
Samma g som begynner å le
Samma g som ruller
Samma g som ruller
Samma g som ruller
Samma g som ruller

[Hook: Unge Ferrari]

[Outro]
Samma g som begynner å le
Samma g som
Samma g som begynner å le
Samma g som begynner å le
Ooooooooo
Ooooooooo

Pop Smoke – War Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
If I want it Imma grab it
If I want it Imma have it
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
I’m up in all this lust

[Hook: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
My niggas wit’ it
Money floor, run up them digits
I know niggas mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we’ll never forget it
I ever get booked Imma cricket
Get it and flip it
Henny right here Imma sip it
You try me it’s shots at your biscuit
24 hip it
Imma just 24 hip it ’cause bro said don’t ever forget it
Gang with me
Anywhere I pop out know the thang with me
Every nigga here with me gon’ bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin’ insane with me
Bodies dropping that shit ain’t a thing to me
Smokin’ deadies I’m rollin’ up lame niggas
Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
[?] we leave the remains, nigga
Surely business ain’t playin’ no games
Fuck all this fame, nigga
You will get flamed, nigga
Don’t you front I got aim, nigga
I sold homis that fuck with my brain, nigga
I be feelin’ like goin’ insane, nigga
I just got me a check now my chain bigger
You gon’ die for the stain, nigga
When you sent me the addy I came, nigga
Only me and my main niggas
You ain’t really for static don’t play, nigga
We could hit you today, nigga
If you makin’ your bed better lay, nigga
There ain’t too much to say, nigga

[Hook: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it

Playboi Carti – Butterfly Doors Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Rockin’ that Christian Dior
I had to mop up the floors (What?)

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes (Yeah)
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors (Yeah)
Sit on them butterfly doors (Slatt)
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh (Dead)
I just want all of this smoke (Yeah)
That chopper start doin’ the most (Yeah)
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Walk in the building, we iced up
Walk in that building and I’m triflin’
Baby gon’ fuck us, who next up?
Come eat on this dick, you not wife (Yeah)
Fuck all that shit, I just like (Yeah)
I’m takin’ flight like I’m Mike
And in my bag, money
I’m one of a kind (Yeah)
Fuck that lil’ ho on the cloud (Yeah)
I got some killers in line
All of my slatts, they slime
You can get [?] in the [?], yeah
I like my soda with lime, uh
Mix it up, bitch, I look fine, ooh
Mix it up, bitch, I look fine, fine

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors
Sit on them butterfly doors
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh
I just want all of this smoke
That chopper start doin’ the most
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors
Sit on them butterfly doors
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh
I just want all of this smoke
That chopper start doin’ the most
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost

Future – Undefeated Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet

[Verse 1: Future]
Two loaded guns, I got double the shells
Count all the blue when I’m in the Chanel
Choppa in the Coupe and I move like a snail
You could smell all type of Kush in the air
Supply and demand and you movin’ them bells
You keepin’ that paper, it’s hot on your trail
Shootin’ the laser, yeah
Fresh in the blazer, yeah
Wrist like a glacier, yeah
Sharp as a razor, yeah
Big as a mayor, yeah
Hook her and slay her, yeah
Trust me, the player, yeah
I do not eat her, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah
It’s therapeutic, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Verse 2: Future]
Low as the vibes, they meet at the dock
Hand on that fire when I whip in that block
Family gon’ die when it come to the boss
Spray with the five when you hear the exhaust
Count so much money, it got me exhausted
I was in the dungeon before takin’ off
Stay in the streets and I’m breakin’ the law
Hang on that corner and they sendin’ that boy
You come with them dollars, you come for the boy
Came with the style, this drip isn’t a sport

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes
I got that bougie chick totin’ a pole
I grant that wish like a Cosmo
Bentley truck, not a Tahoe
Bashout, a thousand or more
Headshot, put the cash on you, fool
Gucci socks, Chanel, too
Big slime, bringin’ all the hoes
Yeah, baby, I’m thuggin’, I don’t know about you
Yeah, John Wick, shooter, yeah they killin’, ooh
Yes, I’m a big deal, pocket full of blues
‘Leven hunnid for the pant, ‘leven for the shoes
Christian Dior, Cuban link, Honolulu
You are not with it
These niggas tellin’
I seen it on television
Yeah, I send ’em some racks
He gon’ wrap it and mail it
Yeah, I sent the ho home
She was actin’ too petty

[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Verse 4: Future]
When she a pool, slip out the shoes
It be so cool, sit by the pool
Who got the tool? Gimme the tool
If you gon’ snooze, then we gon’ lose
Shoot at the fool, then Whinnie the Pooh
Put it on cruise, makin’ her drool
Makin’ the news, makin’ the news
Scratchin’ her mouth, makin’ the news

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet

[Outro: Future]
I’m undefeated, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah

Denzel Curry – SPEEDBOAT Lyrics

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[Intro]
I went from stickin’ pennies in the jar to offshore bank accounts
See me and my conglomerates is lucrative
I’m talkin’ big money, big chains, big guns, nigga
More power

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Verse 1]
Put a red beam to your head like Arby’s
Either go to school, go to jail or the army
Keep a close eye on the things tryna harm me
Warn me if anybody try to swarm me, uh
Invest in a rock and a Rottweiler
Pile up hella stacks when the bills pile up
Dollar is the only way to get the style up
Riled up ’cause you motherfuckers used the dial up
My dawg is gone and the result is to have my teflon
Christian Dior and the fashion beyond
Talkin’ Polo, call me Polow da Don
Throw some Ds on the thong
I got hella keys in the phone
I put hella Gs in the vault
It took only three to assault, damn

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life’s illegal
I don’t wanna use my Desert Eagle

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Verse 2]
Pourin’ out scotch
Gas, all in my brain, it fumigating my thoughts
Thinking ’bout intricate plots
To get out the hood, that’s when I started to jot
Not given the opportunity to let the devil ruin me, no
Even though the jewelry froze, ice cubes get Deeboed
Word on the street, everything heat
Everything hot boy, Texas Pete
Pulled up in a Lexus and a Jeep
All black, no tag, time for the sweep
Too many guns, too many sons
Lost in the river of blood in these streets
Master of none, pastors and nuns
Let’s bow our heads for the ceremony

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life’s illegal
I don’t wanna use my desert eagle

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Outro]
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’

Lil Yachty – Get Dripped Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Duh, run and lil’ bitch you get hit (bow, bow)
Came in that bitch with a stick (fsh)
Came in that bitch with lil’ kick (fsh)
I got that money I blow (what? fsh)
I’m in this bitch with Lil Meech (fsh, fsh)
I do this shit in my sleep, yeah
Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah
Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah
I’m in this bitch and I flee, uh
I put VVS on my lens (fsh)
Shawty can’t wait ’til we lean
Fuck with Lil K you get, fsh
[?] on your ass, you get, fsh
I play that 30 lil’ bitch, yeah
I need a mask for this heat, yeah
I need a gas for my bitch,yeah
You know that choppa don’t miss
You know that choppa don’t miss
I get the muthafucka lit
Double C all on my shit, yeah
Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah
Shawty gon’ fuck on my drip, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bih with some tint
They just wan’ peep on my drip
They just wan’ peep all this drip
I get that Glock on my hip
Bitch, I don’t fuck, I want lip
I fucked that bitch with no tip
I was just leanin’ in [?]
I just buy everything Philips

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah (ay, damn)
220 all on that rear, aye (ay)
I get the drip, you get dripped (ay, ay)
I fucked that bitch I’m a pimp (ay)
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp (ay)
I fucked that bitch, she get bent (ay, ay, ay, ay, okay)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, uh (ay)
Thugger lil’ bitch speak Ebonics (ay)
Shootin’ that Glock supersonics (bow, bow)
I drop a dub at Onyx (ay)
[?] that thing up ([?])
Beat from the back, she runnin’ (bih)
Pink Prada bag, I’m thumbin’ (bih)
[?] 30 round gunnin’ (bow)
Fuck what they saying, they pussy (fuck ’em)
Richest young nigga on gang (yeah, yeah)
I put them niggas on gang (ay)
They started snitching
Oops, back at [?] I was swiping
Oops, beat up that pussy, I’m Tyson
Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin’
[?] don’t call me (brr)
Rich white [?], Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry)
Keep one giant stick like Atari (like Atari)
V on my back like Bari (VLONE)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and Cash Carti go way back (ay)
Nigga don’t like me, then say that (okay)
20 years old in a Maybach (skrt)
Hoo! flexing (fuck it up, damn)
Young nigga flexing no 8 pack (uh!)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Damn (ay)
Damn (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bow, bow

Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
Aww, darling, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
K Bangerz

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah

[Verse: Hi Doraah]
I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
How you feelin’? Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
You a star babe

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
K Bangerz

Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right?
Right? Right?
Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right?
Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

Preme – Loaded (feat. YG) lyrics

[Verse 1: Preme]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left port in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don’t talk to the pork
Just a young nigga from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I’m way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
A-list bitch but her name ain’t important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that shit look boring
New whip, new bitch and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
Bitch I’m the boss on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana and the hammer now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my niggas out the pen
Build a dozen niggas [?] and I do this shit again
Man I only got brothers, I ain’t never had friends
Getting dollars with them niggas that ain’t never had cents
Oh no

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

[Verse 2: YG]
No white T’s anymore, they don’t check ID’s anymore
Got a bitch named Christian Dior, cause all the bitch wear is Christian Dior
Catch a nigga ridin’ by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain’t really ridin’ by myself
I don’t need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, I designed by myself
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Backup nigga, watch how I blow this
This shit come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
She tryna fuck all day and get loaded
I wanna fuck two, but I’m tryna get focused
Million dollars in there, what a nigga grossing?
Used to kick down the front door, now the door open
Ooh, we don’t fuck with the opps, baby tryna fuck up the knots
Oh, and if you fuck up tonight, we gon’ have to jack off the Glock
I’m just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
Can I live?, big steak on the grill
In the safe half a mill, [P Reign] 4 hundred
OVO 4 hundred, six side so trill

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

Lil Jon – Alive (feat. Offset & 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, "Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door" (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothafuckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothafucka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

King Combs – Love You Better (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro: Sample- Ultramagnetic MC’s]
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I’m living like that

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me how to make things right
‘Cause I just need you in my life
Girl, I love you better than yourself
Better than you love yourself
I just need your lovin’ baby

[Verse 1: King Combs & Chris Brown]
Who gon’ love you like I do, that’s word (oh)
All the times you confused, my words you don’t listen (oh)
You could’ve had Christian and Christian Dior (yeah)
Now you just miss and I’m missin’ you more (oh)
But you knew that I’m the cool cab with the roof back (yeah)
Know I need you by my side, can’t lose that (oh)
But you still wanna test the waters
Like I never showed you jets and boarders on the coast of Florida (yeah)
So why you wanna act like that ? (woo)
Like the nigga never had your back
His or hers to match
What’s wrong, girl ? Pick up the phone
Sayin’ "you’re not home, nigga leave me alone" (woo)
But fuck it then, that’s my word I’ll never love again
Same time wanting you back, I’m a sucker then (oh baby)
Coulda gave you my last name, you want some other shit
All ’cause your thought I was laid up with some other chick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ooh, baby, tell me, baby, tell me
Tell me how to make things right (How to make things right)
‘Cause I just need you in my life ( I just need, I just need)
Girl, I love you better than yourself (I just need, I just need)
Better than you love yourself (oh, better)
I just need your lovin’ baby (lovin’ baby)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Girl I know you want me
Stop playing this game with me
Girl it’s about that time
For you and I to get this right
Now lay your head, on my bed
Then pushing your face in the pillow, oh
You remind me of my Jeep
So hop on it and just ride in with me

[Verse 3: King combs & Chris Brown]
Had me thinking everything was alright
At the time, I was booking your flights
Come and chill for a night
‘Cause when we together we be wildin’
Out of star island
On a yacht, playin’ our favorite album
And I know you still think about it
When the people doubted
I was the one that you stuck around with
Getting faded, baby, come my way
Love my songs, everyone I play, it’s on my mind all day
Late nights when I pull the pain
I messed up but I feel the same
Tell me who’s to blame?
You just left like your Uber came
And you stressed, yeah my mood just changed
I’m in the coupes and things
And you the only one that catch my eye
Matched my fly, chicks wave when I pass them by
But they don’t catch my vibe like you do
My love is true fool without you girl to be crucial (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me, Tell me how to make things right (tell me how)
‘Cause I just need you in my life (oh-oh)
Girl, I love you better than yourself (oh-oh)
Better than you love yourself (better than yourself)
I just need your lovin’ baby (lovin’ baby)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
You’re the only one for me
You’re the only one I need
Can nobody make me feel the way you’re makin’ me feel, no no
Better than you loved yourself
Better than you loved yourself
I just need your lovin’ baby

Lil Jon – Alive (feat. Offset & 2 Chainz) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, "Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door" (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothafuckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothafucka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

Lil Jon – Alive lyrics Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the n*gger come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not f*ck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, “Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door” (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothaf*ckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothaf*cka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

Lil Uzi Vert – Malfunction Lyrics

[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone
They don’t wanna miss the show
It’s funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
Don’t seem to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over

[Verse 1]
They know she’s mine ’cause I rule her
She says he does fine but I’m cooler
I got way more diamonds than your jeweler
All my girls dress like they work at Hooters
First I get my racks and then I backpack
No, I don’t subtract, I might just add that
Get it on my own, no, you can’t tax that
This that under the table, you can’t track that
Put money ahead and I move with the brick
But I do not need a toaster
Diamond, water, I’m the boatster
Pull up right there in the roadster
She ain’t want me, I was so hurt
I was broke just like Joe Dirt
Where you from, throw it up, nigga
I’m from the lowest part of Earth

[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone
They don’t wanna miss the show
It’s funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
Don’t seem to be over
Now it seems to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over

[Verse 2]
Over you, yeah
I got two so you know that I can’t lose ya
Moving my savages, you know my boys ‘gone shoot, yeah
Came to the club on my solo tryna groove, yeah
Just keep on walking, it is nothing just to prove, yeah
Oh, yeah his diamonds fake, he can’t fool us
You know it’s Christian Dior all up on my shoes, yeah
White stripes on the arm of my tie, brown suit, ah
You know I pull up and I got my tootah
You know that I don’t go nowhere without my ruler
You know everything that I said was for the mula
I swear that me and your love’s dad called the movers

[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone
They don’t wanna miss the show
It’s funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
Don’t seem to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over

[Outro]
Put money ahead and I move with the brick
But I do not need a toaster
Diamond, water, I’m the boatster
Pull up right there in the roadster
She ain’t want me, I was so hurt
I was broke just like Joe Dirt
Where you from, throw it up nigga
I’m from the lowest part of Earth
I told that girl pull up her skirt
I am so high that I don’t wear no shirt
Talk about me, you fuck ’round go get murked
Reject your bitch with my dick when she jerk
I hit it first, Lil Uzi Vert
Know I stay on alert
Know I stay on alert
Know I stay on alert

Sean Paul – Body (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Sean Paul & Quavo]
S to the P
Ayy, ayy
Don Carleon
Migos and Sean Paul in the buildin’
Mally Mall
And you know we smoke blunts ’til the face
Because
Everybody sayin’ up, up away

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Quavo]
My girl got the body where you got 12 more than ’bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
The body where you got 12 more than ’bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Oh
I wanna steal ya, girl

[Verse 1: Offset]
(Offeset)
She gorgeous, I’ma pay her mortgage (gorgeous, mortage)
I’ma buy you Christian Louboutin until you can afford it (Louboutin)
I wanna take you on a trip ’cause I know that your nigga borin’ (borin’)
Christian Dior scrapin’ on the floor when we boardin’ (we boardin’)
Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I’m strokin’ (woah)
There’s somethin’ ’bout you, you know you special, you golden (special)
Smokin’ ganj like I’m Willy Nelson in Belgium (ganj)
Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (ayy)
Come and ride with a G, fly than a falcon (ride)
Hit it from the back, I must have landed a real one (nah)
Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I’m outin’ (skrrt)
You nigga kept on cheatin’ and I know you found him (woah)
If you wanna keep it later, better keep your bread up (cash)
I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (smash)
[?] wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)
Girl, you just like an angel, did you come from heaven?

[Bridge: Sean Paul]
You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love all of that, wanna give me the pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love all of that, wanna give me the pose
Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise
‘Til you see we just can’t lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don’t get confused

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Quavo]
Because got the body where you got 12 more than ’bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
The body where you got 12 more than ’bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Oh
I wanna steal ya, girl

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The way that you’re talkin’, I figured, girl, you look familiar (huh?)
Live in luxury, babe, we not regular civilians
I’m a superhero, what’s more than a villain, one in a million
Got them notice every time that we in the buildin’ (ayy)
Walkin’ in with them Balmains, out in designer
I fathered all you niggas ’cause rappers, y’all my sons
Don’t care that if they catchin’ you, you gon’ be number one
On her bum, suck the crumb, fuckin’ bitches early on

[Verse 3: Quavo)
Ayy, ayy
Hundreds of bottles and beautiful models (hunnids)
I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (brrr)
She know that I’m young but she lovin’ my partners (ayy)
She told me get rid of my chicks on my rasta (woo)
Okay, okay, okay (okay)
It’s cool, girl, whatever you say (whatever you say)
She catch a body ’cause she have a AK (rah, rah, rah)
She catch a body ’cause she have a AK (pop, pop)
And she won’t sell work
She gon’ ride against the world ’cause that’s my girl (skrrt)
Celiné bag was her dream bag (dream)
When she woke up in the mornin’, let her seen that

[Bridge: Sean Paul]
You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love all of that, wanna give me the pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love all of that, wanna give me the pose
Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise
‘Til you see we just can’t lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don’t get confused

[Chorus: Sean Paul & Quavo]
Because got the body where you got 12 more than ’bout a billion
Ayy, ayy
Just wanna feel ya
Ayy, ayy
And get familiar, ayy
The body where you got 12 more than ’bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
Oh
I wanna steal ya, girl

Jimmy Prime – Moscow Mule (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Intro]
What about, what about you?
Ooh ooh
You, ooh, ay
Prime forever
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I’m tryna get that coochie yah
You know I love the way it’s Gucci yah
But I ain’t tryna be too pushy, no
Just tell me when it’s Gucci, when it’s good to go
Where you going lil mama?
I’m tryna pull up with you
Let’s hit up Neimans
I’m down to fuck up the store with you
I got a fetish for stunning women in denim
She a one on one she like the number eleven
She got on Burberry that make me wanna rip it off
I’m sipping lean it help me balance out the addy
She on the purp she like to mix it with the xannies
I got the bars I let her pop ’em like they candies
You can never see me with no randies
I break bread with my brothers that’s a family
Prime forever you know we like Roc-A-Fella
It’s Jimmaveli, yeah tell me who do it better
Codeine dripping on my Christian Dior
I’m just tryna get my foot through the door
I know they watch ’cause the Rolex watches
The foreign cars and the Audemar boxes

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about, what about you?

[Verse 2]
Hit up Harlem pull up on the stoops
Hit up Cali feelin’ like I’m Snoop
Drop the roof on the coupé whoop de whoop
Go MIA and I feel like Uncle Lou
I’m in a blue Mercedes rolling down a dirt road
Headed to a place you’ve never seen
Ain’t nothing wrong with that strong ace and medicine
Let’s get it popping your number one option
Jimmy the bull, I’m bleeding
Pour up a four like the seasons
I’m ’bout to freeze it, yeah
I bet that please her
Let her taste the sauce a little just to tease her

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about what about you?

Oo, oo
You, you, yeah

Jimmy Prime – Digital Money (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Verse 1]
She don’t wan’ fuck for the minimum
She just tryna fuck with some criminals
Mobsters and bosses and generals
She not tryna give up that na na na na
For no free 99
Open your eyes and start freeing your mind
Would you try make a mil off of retail
Shed the details on real detail
Run up the digital money
Gotta keep checking the email
Where’s the females?
Too much G mails
Pull up the bag on you dumbos
Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo
Skinny jeans with the ripped holes
Think they Rick Owens, I got so many
I don’ sold plenty, I don’ pour plenty
Split my soul plenty
All for your loyalty
The family all royalty
Put my daughter in Christian Dior
Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor
I always knew I wanted more
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
Jimmy the young bleeding bull

[Chorus]
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side

Young Dolph – Whole Lot

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast