Tag: Dade County

Denzel Curry – CAROLMART Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro]
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why?
Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
Ayy
FnZ
Oh damn
South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
Look at all these bad bitches
How can you not ride with one in the drop?
How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got?

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
A real-ass nigga from the 305
I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Outro]
It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo

Plies – How I’m Living Lyrics

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[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Verse 1]
Where I’m from, it’s a couple things that you won’t see
You ain’t gon’ see no Maybachs or no Bentleys
And you ain’t finna see no cribs worth a half a million
But there’s a couple things, nigga, that you will see
Niggas riding around with choppers on the front seat
And niggas posted in the dope hole trying to eat
And the police riding back to back, six deep
‘Cause what you see and what I see is two different things
I see niggas riding Chevys, a lot of cocaine
And where I’m from, niggas don’t drink Cris, mane
Niggas drink yak, crackers drink champagne
And when you niggas get rich, it’s funny how shit change
With that $200 for that Cris, I can get into the game
And cop me some of that hard or some of that white thing
If you’ve been in the hood, then how I’m living, why concern about you?
Now that you got a little money, nigga, you’ve been flipped this shit for crackers

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Verse 2]
And in the hood, we want you impressed by 9:11
‘Cause every day in the hood is fucking 9/11
When 9/11 happened, it was just a couple killers
You’d find more killers around this bitch sitting in trucks, nigga
These boys like Bin Laden, but behind tint, nigga
The only difference is Bin Laden just gon’ send them
A true killer will get you himself, last I remember
A plane got to hit the World Trade a couple of more times
To catch up with all of these motherfuckers around here dying
And God, I want you to stop me if you think I’m lying
I bet there’s 10,000 open cases right now
And y’all depicted a couple off a thousand cases
Me and your motherfucking family need to trade places
So you can look around the hood and see all the sad faces
As soon as a nigga get killed, you hollering “drug related”
I know you can hear it in my voice, you can tell I’m hot, too
I feel the same way you feel, cracker, fuck you
A lot of men died in two days, but it don’t make the news
A little white girl come up missing, it’s all over the news
And you would give a bitch a million for a couple crews
I bet you need my people, cracker, before we need you

[Chorus]
This is how I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET
How I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
How I’m living, how I’m living
It ain’t nothing like you’ve seen on BET

[Outro]
The same shit happening everywhere around the world, dog
Your motherfucking hood ain’t no harder than mine
And my hood ain’t no harder than yours
Fort Myers, dog, AKA Pakistan
You already know what we call it
Duval, Tallahassee, Gainesville, West Palm
Lauderdale, Dade County, Tampa, St. Pete
Clearwater, Orlando, Polk County, Mims, Titusville
And all surrounding areas in between, dog
This how we living in Florida, nigga
Please believe it, baby
Florida, I told you I got you, my nigga
And when them motherfuckers put me on how I’m living
I’ll take you in my hood, nigga, ’cause that’s how I’m living

Lil Pump – Pinky Ring lyrics

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(feat. Rick Ross & Smokepurpp)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
We finna make history
Carol City in this m’fucka
Lil’ Pump, what’s up?
I started right where you at, nigga
Fifty million later, ya hear me?
Whoa
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Lil Pump]
All the hoes wanna suck dick
All the hoes wanna fuck me
All the niggas wanna hate, though
Get whacked in the front seat
FaceTime when she topless
Can’t post all the choppas
Dade County where I came from
No room for imposters
Cocaine on the stovetop
Yayo up, won’t lie
Fast break like a b-ball
Bullet hole like a Donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin’ out like I’m John Gotti
Fuck nigga don’t want none
Goin’ bad like I’m on somethin’
50 grand for the new watch
Rob me and I won’t run
Window on the photo
Call her up on the polo
Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
(Bang)
Lil Pump, ooh, aye

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers
I bust a nut in her Louis sofa
VVS all on my diamond choker
I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover
I told my mama I’m sorry, ooh
I think I just popped a Molly, yeah
I think I’m whippin’ up Whitney
I’m whippin’ up Whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh
Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh
Lil Pump ain’t got no license, yeah
I fuck a bitch, I ain’t wifin’, ooh
Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yeah

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hoe, I got lean in my backpack (backpack)
MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (blat, blat, blat)
Niggas gettin’ pulled like a thumb tack (woo)
Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank)
Niggas want beef, we got that
And I got water on me like Flapjack (water, water, water)
Came in the club with a big rack
Bitch, I’m off the lean and I’m doin’ up the zig-zags
Pinky ring, diamond ring
Fuck up the pot with like ten chains
Hood rich, bitch, I don’t need fame
Pull up on your bitch in an airplane
I just got brand new shoes
All day zap up, crash the coupe
And I brought a dog in the club, too
Everything I buy, I gotta buy two

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

Rick Ross – She On My D!Ck (Remix) (feat. Meek Mill, Young Dolph & Bruno Mali)

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[Intro: Bruno Mali]
Maybach Music
Slide, hoe, watch this
I’m drippin’ dressin’ on these hoes, nigga
Get your bitch, nigga
She gettin’ real friendly, nigga
Talk to these niggas

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
Shawty know she fuck me good and like she caught a lick
My daughters took that for the feds, went and bought a brick
Said welcome back, gave ’em some keys on some reporter shit, woah
Whippin’ the white, we might just ran through a brick in the night
Give ’em a price, Lord a number when he flip it twice
Still in the trap, bitch on her back while I’m out for a bite
I’m on some shit, these niggas ain’t lit, I give ’em a life, woah
She on my dick, she on my dick
Got that word, that pussy good now she on my list
Rose Patek, look like duck sauce on my wrist
Young nigga, Bentley trucks parked on my strip
Standin’ on the corner like I’m King Kong
And [?] stop with that .40, playin’ ding dong
And back and forth, ain’t no rappers like ping pong
She fuck Rozay, she on my dick, we sing the same song, woah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She seen my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I used to torture, gave him back his life
He got it wrong if he think I’ma fight him
War cries on all on my lil’ homies homicidal
300 soldiers like I’m Leonidas
I flips them yams and gave my man a Merci
We pop them bottles every night like it’s our anniversary
Hot in Dade County, they gon’ try to stretch him
One APB and they’ll apply the pressure
I know them hot boys, she say I’m the coolest
That coolin’ kid’ll have that chopper coolin’
I took a 50k right to my jewler
Even though a nigga got it, I be actin’ Jewish
No Master P, they got me feelin’ foolish
She hold my dick, I let my gangster bitch hold down my toolie
Yeah, she got potential so I had to school her
I text her papi, he send me my moolah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 3: Bruno Mali]
I tried to spread the bitch but she on my dick
Told her jump up in this whip, come and drive a stick
I might buy a purse, I might pay her rent
She a all-star, first round draft pick
She call me at the gas station pumpin’ gas
I pulled up at the Chev, run up, drop off a couple bags
Fish tailin’ off the lot with somebody’s thot
When she met me, I was in a drop countin’ guap
Said she fantasize ’bout a real trap nigga
She on my dick so hard, she came before I put it in her
Ha, young, rich, black, trap nigga
With a fuckin’ 7 figures
A huncho on my wrist
Pull up in the whip with the shit and blow your bitch a kiss
All of this ice on me make it hard for you to miss
Every time you see me, look like I just hit a lick, woah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Rims stackin’ on the rear, album of the year
If I want to see her, well then here come the lear
Clear the runway and double in [?]
The baddest bitches only ones that come to see us
Jewels every every day, I’m burnin’ loud (that’s me)
On the top floor and I’m the biggest earnin’ now (that’s me)
Shittin’ on these niggas, Tweet, see ’em in the streets
I’m only talkin’ money so we rarely speak
I got the bitch a buzz and she fell in love
Now she climbin’ out the deck, fuckin’ with a thug
Had my skully on when I fuck her in the tub
Dirty money, buy Chevys, only one I love
She love it how I’m livin’, such a wise decision
In the history books, never in my feelin’s
Pussy wet enough, I think I got her drippin’
Still on my lap, I could count a million

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

Rick Ross – She on My Dick (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Bruno Mali]
Maybach Music
Slide, hoe, watch this
I’m drippin’ dressin’ on these hoes, nigga
Get your bitch, nigga
She gettin’ real friendly, nigga
Talk to these niggas

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
Shawty know she fuck me good and like she caught a lick
My daughters took that for the feds, went and bought a brick
Said welcome back, gave ’em some keys on some reporter shit, woah
Whippin’ the white, we might just ran through a brick in the night
Give ’em a price, Lord a number when he flip it twice
Still in the trap, bitch on her back while I’m out for a bite
I’m on some shit, these niggas ain’t lit, I give ’em a life, woah
She on my dick, she on my dick
Got that word, that pussy good now she on my list
Rose Patek, look like duck sauce on my wrist
Young nigga, Bentley trucks parked on my strip
Standin’ on the corner like I’m King Kong
And [?] stop with that .40, playin’ ding dong
And back and forth, ain’t no rappers like ping pong
She fuck Rozay, she on my dick, we sing the same song, woah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She seen my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I used to torture, gave him back his life
He got it wrong if he think I’ma fight him
War cries on all on my lil’ homies homicidal
300 soldiers like I’m Leonidas
I flips them yams and gave my man a Merci
We pop them bottles every night like it’s our anniversary
Hot in Dade County, they gon’ try to stretch him
One APB and they’ll apply the pressure
I know them hot boys, she say I’m the coolest
That coolin’ kid’ll have that chopper coolin’
I took a 50k right to my jewler
Even though a nigga got it, I be actin’ Jewish
No Master P, they got me feelin’ foolish
She hold my dick, I let my gangster bitch hold down my toolie
Yeah, she got potential so I had to school her
I text her papi, he send me my moolah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 3: Bruno Mali]
I tried to spread the bitch but she on my dick
Told her jump up in this whip, come and drive a stick
I might buy a purse, I might pay her rent
She a all-star, first round draft pick
She call me at the gas station pumpin’ gas
I pulled up at the Chev, run up, drop off a couple bags
Fish tailin’ off the lot with somebody’s thot
When she met me, I was in a drop countin’ guap
Said she fantasize ’bout a real trap nigga
She on my dick so hard, she came before I put it in her
Ha, young, rich, black, trap nigga
With a fuckin’ 7 figures
A huncho on my wrist
Pull up in the whip with the shit and blow your bitch a kiss
All of this ice on me make it hard for you to miss
Every time you see me, look like I just hit a lick, woah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Rims stackin’ on the rear, album of the year
If I want to see her, well then here come the lear
Clear the runway and double in [?]
The baddest bitches only ones that come to see us
Jewels every every day, I’m burnin’ loud (that’s me)
On the top floor and I’m the biggest earnin’ now (that’s me)
Shittin’ on these niggas, Tweet, see ’em in the streets
I’m only talkin’ money so we rarely speak
I got the bitch a buzz and she fell in love
Now she climbin’ out the deck, fuckin’ with a thug
Had my skully on when I fuck her in the tub
Dirty money, buy Chevys, only one I love
She love it how I’m livin’, such a wise decision
In the history books, never in my feelin’s
Pussy wet enough, I think I got her drippin’
Still on my lap, I could count a million

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

smokepurpp – Gucci Breakfast (feat. Lil Pump)

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[Intro: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp, Lil Purpp
Bitch
Four in the fuckin’ mornin’
Shout out these young hoes be hatin’ shit, ya dig?
Yuh, bitch
I’m fuckin’ tired! Want fuckin’ breakfast, ayy!

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast
Smoke a blunt for breakfast (what?)
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: SmokePurpp]
Percocet, uh
I come to collect
For my set
I can get you wet, uh
I fucked that
I’m depressed, I stay in bed (what?)
Fuck your daughter (what?)
Fuck her ’til her pussy wet
I don’t need no glove
I need a vision, blunt
Bitch I’m from Dade County (what?)
Haitian, speak in tongue (okay)
Leave a nigga bloody like I poked him in the artery
I don’t do no party
I fuck hoes, do Molly
I just need somebody
To fuck hoes, do Molly with
I don’t do no party
Poke him in the artery
Ayy, what I say? Ayy
Bars, Xan, breakfast

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Pop a Xan for breakfast, ooh
Fucked that bitch then left her, yeah
Left her in a stretcher, ooh
Lil Pump the flexer, yeah
Pull up and I’m flexin’
Go to class with Smith & Wesson
Teacher told me I’m a blessin’
Always askin’ why I’m finessin’, uh
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar
I pop Xans and crash cars
Everything is Goyard
All I do is swipe card
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah