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Marlo – Ali Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Verse 1]
Havin’ thoughts of bein’ the greatest
I’m comin’ for that throne nigga, I’ma take it
And you know nobody gon’ do shit, nigga I’ma take it
And you know them niggas don’t shake none’, nigga I’ma shake it
And them niggas ain’t bust no moves so I’ma make it
When I touch that million dollars on how I made it
I’m the greatest, stackin’ that bread, I ran the bacon
So the bitch wanna f**k right now, see you later
Christian Loub with alligators
And Givenchy on my ass nigga I’m so flavor
And I stay down in that booth until I made it
Poppin’ shit, nigga I’m the greatest
And I had to thank goon goon for another day
I’m getting paid and it’s a million ways to get cake
Better feed your killers or get ate
Them niggas hungry and they’ll eat up off your plate
And I don’t play with them slime niggas ’cause they’ll eat up off your face, yeah

[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need

[Verse 2]
On a rat race for that paper
Them niggas say I’m real loaded, I’m baked potato
And a nigga killin’ shit, no Gucci Mane but a human glacier for that paper (Wop)
And them ho ass niggas don’t want to see me make and I’ma take it
So shouts out to [?] ’cause nigga down with makin’ or takin’
Nigga mistakin’ when I’m vacant
Nigga [?] start shootin’ up shit, nigga what is you thinkin’?
On the road to riches, my niggas, and we gon’ make it
Nigga sellin’ the gas bag, nigga with tons of flavor
And a nigga came up in trappin’, then I made it
Then GA got poppin’, then Lil Kel got knocked
I was in the spot with Jude, I was cookin’ up a block
Break a brick down and sell them bitches in rocks
We gon’ run that brick straight in through the spot
And bust the profit down with my niggas, that’s how we rock

[Chorus]
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need
And I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee like Ali
And I’m ridin’ ’round with that DB beside me
And I know I got my niggas beside me
And they strapped up, move like the army about me
And I trust in the gang, nigga that’s all I need

Rich The Kid – That Way Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro]
Which way? Yeah, yeah
Diamonds, bow, woo (DJ Durel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 1]
Flex up a jet, I’m on a pill, nah, for real
Money do a backflip, that way
Cuff a model, make her strip, that way
You can’t even talk to me
Count it up, blue cheese start callin’ me
Now my baby momma trippin’, keep stalkin’ me (What?)
In the trap, can’t sleep (Sleep)
[?] lean sippin’ (Lean)
Too much drugs in me (Too much drugs)
Rich Forever living (Rich)
Woke up countin’ a milli’
Now the Lamborghini off-white
I drop a six in a Sprite (A six)
Keep flexing, got the bands right (Flex)
Too high like a satellite (I’m high)
Gucci, I dropped fifty racks on a jet for nothin’ (What?)
Double CC, got her icey, boy, her boyfriend bustin’ (Bitch)
Yeah, look at her ear (Ayy)
Got a ho flexed up with a chandelier
Drink too much lean, no belvedere (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 2]
Wrist, ice cream
Pull up flexin’, any bitch gon’ fuck me
I’ma hit it if she lucky (Woo)
Old money, real dusty (Money)
Overseas countin’ foreign cash (Cash)
To the trap for another bag (Ha, ha)
Christian Loub’s, red bottom swag (Woo)
YSL on me [?] (What?)
Fuck them niggas ’cause they hatin’ (Hatin’)
Got the Lamborghini waitin’ (Yeah)
I was posted with my Haitians (Haitians)
Rich Forever, we done made it (Rich)
Fuck her, left the ho in Vegas (Woo)
Overseas for the paper (What?)
Money old like a Sega (Old money)
I was walkin’ with a [?]
[?], that way
Keep flexin’ ’cause I’m rich, that way
We doin’ a show for the 2K (Woo)
Still trappin’, got the plug on 3-way
Still juggin’, got the block hot
Run up on you with a new Glock
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’, I flexed (Flex)
30K on a necklace (Woo, woo)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way (Woo, woo)

Stefflon Don & Future – What You Want Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head
Free Bandz
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread
Steff, what up?
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck
Grimez

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles (struggles)
They don’t know my pain (they don’t know my pain)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (almost went insane)
They don’t know the hustle (hustle)
They can’t feel my pain (they can’t feel my pain)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (diamonds on my neck)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I got these bitches goin’ cray)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (and I got them all singin’)

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don & Future]
Pull up on your block, got you wishin’ that I was dead (woo)
Heard that they been comin’, I been waitin’ in the sunset (oh, no)
I be with my niggas all day, bet you can thumb press (yeah, yeah)
Thing go brrrr, good, got that grrrr, that’s your blood check (na, na, na)
Yeah, I don’t know about that (they heard them gunshots)
I don’t know why they mad, I’m just doin’ all I can (yeah, yeah)
Keep it all comin’, I got it, I serve it, and run and fuck they heads off
Pullin’ up, bill it up, run it up, fuck it up, you should know I got it, yeah
Ooh, they can’t walk in my shoes (what they want from me?)
You know what is is (what you want from me? I gave it all I had)
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist (I gave it all I had)

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles
They don’t know my pain (what they want from me?)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (what they want from me?)
They don’t know the hustle
They can’t feel my pain (I gave it all I had)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks (I gave it all I had)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Verse 2: Future]
They don’t know my struggles (sheesh)
They don’t know my pain (what you want from me?)
They don’t know ’bout them nights I damn near went insane (what you want from me?)
I’m goin’ crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My diamonds doin’ [?], yeah, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My cash bringin’ drama, drama, drama, drama (what you want from me?)
Went and bought a Rolls-Royce for my baby mama (what you want from me?)
My checks stay on fleek, they call that a Hannah Montana (I gave it all I had)
My ATMs SD bitch, I fuck my [?damn best] (I gave it all I had)
Yeah, I get racks on racks on racks (what you want from me?)
I fuck Gucci, I put animals on my back, my back (what you want from me?)
Bought that Cuban dollar collar, got a bag at Saks (I gave it all I had)
I bust a rich bitch, but my diamonds ain’t gon’ win my set, yeah (I gave it all I had)
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head (what you want from me?)
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread (what you want from me?)
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck (what you want from me?)
Postin’ choppers on the ‘gram and now we stay relate (I gave it all I had)
I came from the bottom, I can’t let no groupie get in my head (what you want from me?)
And they keep me on the blogs for shit I never said (what you want from me?)
Only bought a Presidential for my Pateks (I gave it all I had)
20 chains around my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Christian Loub’s will drive you crazy (what they want from me?)
Birkin bags for my main lady (I gave it all I had)
I can’t front, this rap can’t save me (I gave it all I had)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Outro: Future]
What they want from me?
What the fuck you want from me?
I gave it all I had
I gave you all I had
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
I gave you all I had
I gave you all I had
What the fuck you want from me?
What the fuck theyu want from me?
I gave ’em all I had
I gave ’em all I had

MoneyBagg Yo – Hoe House (Federal 3X Album)

Azlyrics

[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

[Verse 1]
You ain’t my kind, pussy stand in line
Don’t call my phone, when you do I hit decline
See shots gon’ go out, they gon’ ask me ’bout my whereabouts
I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth
Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I’m at Pappadeaux
I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don’t ever close
I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin’ with dracos
If they catch a charge don’t worry ’bout it, bonds I make those
Thumbin’ through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro
I went crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I’m Rambo
Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that’s my famo
I handle wicks like a candle
Pull a drive-by out a Lambo

[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

[Verse 2]
Indictment time, niggas out here droppin’ dimes
I’m somewhere layin’ low with my feet up on recline
Don’t pay no mind, I’m just worried ’bout me and mine
You wasn’t straight from the start
You a fraud, I peeped the signs
You lil niggas so behind
You need to catch up like Heinz
Diamonds, ooh they shinin’
Invested fifty in my time
I walk in Christian Loub’s, spike on my shoe like porcupine
Hitters in the trap spot, holdin’ choppers, lookin’ out blinds, yeah
I’m on the grind, ooh I been runnin’ up iron, yeah
My watch ain’t regular, I got them pointers in mine
I got a ho that’s a dime, she never get out of line
She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn
She can get fired

[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind