Wicked Assassin – Toast Bois Lyrics

Frat boy Darth Vader, the holy crusader
I never thought i made it, until I finally ate it
Frat boy Darth Vader, the chronic masturbater
You know my rhymes are heavy, you just gotta weight it
Frat boy Darth Vader, he’s the anal raider
He does it if he wants it, he’s never gonna quit
Frat boy Darth Vader, he’s a mad hater
That is his opinion, you’re never gonna change it
Frat boy Darth Vader, the holy crusader
Frat boy Darth Vader, the holy crusader

I don’t like to boast, but I eat a lot of toast
Travelling from coast to coast, looking for the finest roast
I don’t think you heard me right, I don’t like to boast
I am literally better than you in every single way
You’re a f**king pathetic piece of shit
You’re a disgrace, I spit on your face
You don’t even know how to properly prepare bread

Frat boy Darth Vader, the holy crusader
I never thought i made it, until I finally ate it
Frat boy Darth Vader, the chronic masturbater
You know my rhymes are heavy, you just gotta weight it
Frat boy Darth Vader, he’s the anal raider
He does it if he wants it, he’s never gonna quit
Frat boy Darth Vader, he’s a mad hater
That is his opinion, you’re never gonna change it
Frat boy Darth Vader, the holy crusader
Frat boy Darth Vader, the holy crusader

I drop hard like an anchor
I roar like a rancor
I got so much money you can call me banker

Novelist – Major Player Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ever since a minor kid I knew I was major
Real Gs recognise real G behaviour
Girls like the presence of a man that’s not a hater
N*ggas think they’re bad because they don’t respect their neighbour
I ain’t got the time to get mad I get paper
Laughing at them rappers tryna talk like Darth Vader
Composed when I gotta do my thing later
I seen a brudda die because he was an underestimater
Dressed well best smelling in the elevator
When I intro myself I’m a first-namer
Asking what I do, who I know, I’m not a claimer
What’s the point in bragging if they’re gonna hear later
I can make a trackie feel like I’m wearing a blazer
Vigilance will have you more attractive than a shape up
Dilligence has got me on the road to big paper
Amaretto sour better shake it like a shaker
If a bredda’s funny I ain’t saying ‘see you later’
Dat bredda’s claiming he’s a G but he’s a faker
I ain’t gonna speak when I see a clout chaser
Breddas think they got it cos they hotted up the waiter
But fam I got the juice I got the bag like it’s Jamaica
So wait up before you get fresh it’s best to wake up
Understand the news that I make a straight major
I’m a major player

[Verse 2]
I ain’t giving nuttin but I’m blessing if they diss me
22 but I been thinking older like I’m 50
That’s why I only keep a couple brothers with me
Love the hood but I don’t trust the hood cause man are shifty
But me I hold my corner I’m legit see
I don’t slip I dip when I smell something fishy
I’m bout to take this to a bigger level
They’re saying give me I see it as if you’re my enemy if you ain’t with me
Amaretto sours got me tipsy
I never slip I’m vigilant
The roads are risky for those who quickly react and get drawn out swiftly
I’m a G that’s why I live my life in peace
Major players in the game are rocking with a G
I’m taking out them suckers that was trying to get rid of me
If it’s war then it’s war that’s what it’s gotta be
But I would rather bless it after I hear the apology
Authenticity can’t be a wannabe
I’m rolling with my set and they’re upset but that don’t bother me
Thinking I’m a threat but that ain’t stopping me
I’m doing what I must cause God is giving me authority
People like myself are the minority
Because we make sure keeping it 100’s the priority
And that’s straight up
Taking over everything
I’m a major player

[Outro] (PREM ?)
Major players in the game (in the game) (in the game) (yeah)
Game (yeah)
Major players in the game (in the game) (in the game) (yeah)
Game (yeah)

Exile The Second – Asobo! Lyrics (feat. Far East Movement)

[Intro]
The Se-, the Second in da house (遊ぼ!)
The Se-, the Second in da house (遊ぼ!)
The Se-, the Second in da house (遊ぼ!)
The Se-, the Second in da house (遊ぼ!)

[Hook]
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Wa-watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Let it go! イェー! 上げていこうぜ whoa!
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Wa-watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Let it go! 手上げていこうぜ whoa! (Woo!)
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!” (Yeah!)
Hear my name in these streets, say “Whoa!” (Let’s get down with that)
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!” ([?] now!)
Let it go! イェー! 上げていこうぜ whoa!
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Hear my name in these streets, say “Whoa!” (Uuh!)
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!” (Yeah)
遊ぼ!

[Verse 1]
Yo
探し出すぜこの欲望
の まんまに超ヤバイフロー!
からこんばんは時を
Baby 僕たちと遊ぼう
あらしに来たぜ オールナイト
飲み散らかして 稼ぐバイト
今夜はさしずは受けないぞ
毎回ディープすぎる内容

[Bridge]
Oh-oh-oh
Baby ノってきな ノってきな
Oh-oh-oh
Oh, let’s pick it up, let’s pick it up, uh huh
Oh-oh-oh
Baby ノってきな ノってきな
Let’s pick it up, let’s pick it up
遊ぼう!

[Hook]
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Wa-watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Let it go! イェー! 上げていこうぜ whoa!
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Wa-watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Let it go! 手上げていこうぜ whoa!
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Hear my name in these streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Let it go! イェー! 上げていこうぜ whoa!
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Hear my name in these streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
遊ぼ!

[Verse 2]
Yo, trash your mansion, my pants be sagging
I spit fire like a dungeon dragon
Cheeks be slapping on my action jackson
One last sip and l’m release the cracken
Hello, Georgia, l’m peachy slayer
Ain’t no stepping on my far east flavor
Call me daddy, take the whole Darth Vader
Rings around me with my OG vapor

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, roll up in the hood with loco sounds
Tell them neighbors ain’t no punks aloud
Put that bottle in a chock profile
Baby, rest in peace and put a 40 out
Turn up loud when the cops around
I go county when I jump around
Knock your fatty make the purr go wow
About Cali let me show you how (遊ぼ!)

[Hook]
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Wa-watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Let it go! イェー! 上げていこうぜ whoa!
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Wa-watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Let it go! 手上げていこうぜ whoa!
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Hear my name in these streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Let it go! イェー! 上げていこうぜ whoa!
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
Hear my name in these streets, say “Whoa!”
Watch my feet break the streets, say “Whoa!”
遊ぼ!

[Verse 4]
超無礼講 Time 4 Sum Aksion
24/7 サティスファクション
求めて今夜いざ参上
Let’s get started! 俺のミッション
オールナイターな action jackson
スナイパーばり構える gun shot
Can’t stop, won’t stop, she said don’t stop
長過ぎてハクション!

[Bridge]
Oh-oh-oh
Baby ノってきな ノってきな
Oh-oh-oh
Oh, let’s pick it up, let’s pick it up, uh huh
Oh-oh-oh
Baby ノってきな ノってきな
Let’s pick it up, let’s pick it up
遊ぼう!

[Bridge]
Yeah-e-yaeh-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yaeh-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yaeh-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yaeh-e-yeah
ノってきな ノってきな
Yeah-e-yaeh-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yaeh-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yaeh-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yaeh-e-yeah
Let’s pick it up, let’s pick it up

[Outro]
The Se-, the Second in da house (遊ぼ!)
The Se-, the Second in da house (遊ぼ!)
The Se-, the Second in da house (遊ぼ!)
The Se-, the Second in da house (遊ぼ!)

Juice WRLD – Whistles Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh oh (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Woah bitch woah damn
Oh oh (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD

[Verse 1]
Maryjane and molly all the time (Yeah yeah yeah)
Percocets and lean cross my mind (Yeah yeah yeah)
Bad lil’ bitch with a tat on her spine (Bad)
Really really wanna get behind (Smash smash smash)
Took her to my lair, in the Himalayas (Uh uh, yeah)
.40 like its Halo, bitch I’m a slayer (Uh uh, bitch)
This is not an Xbox, but I’m still a player (Uh uh, yeah)
But I ain’t playing games with ya (Uh uh, real life take her)
Got yo’ girl I real life take her
Turn her over then I’ll back break her
Nigga you my son like I’m Darth Vader
Told my homie shoot first talk later

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Yeah yeah)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Yeah yeah yeah)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home (Bitch yeah)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party, 999)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show (Freak show, woah)
Ain’t been here for long just a week though (Just a week, oh)
Took ’em in they said they need a new home (Need a new home)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Juice WRLD)

[Verse 2]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Yeah yeah)
We in different places we in two worlds (We in two yeah)
Why have one when you can have two girls (Why)
Why have gold when you can have diamonds and pearls (Gleam)
VVS on my wrist don’t ask the price you can’t afford it (Yeah, bitch)
Matter fact if I take my shoes and sell them that’s your mortgage (Yeah, bitch)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face, the police scrambling, Law & Order (Gra gra, bitch)
But he still taking pounds from the plugs leaving quarters (Trap)
Rich as fuck, what the fuck is a quarter (Fuck is a quarter, nigga?)
She swallowed my kids, what the fuck is a daughter (Fuck is a daughter, nigga?)
G Money telling me to go harder (Gang gang gang)
I’ma start walking on water
Told my mom I’m getting rich so I get me a crib up in the forest
Crib finna be so big they gon’ have that shit on Dora the Explorer (Yeah)
And then when I have kids they gon’ be rich, ain’t no unemployment (Yeah)
And if a nigga get in the way we kill him, he so unimportant (Gra gra, bitch)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Freak show)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Like a week, oh)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)

[Outro]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Ice Cube – Friday Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know it ain’t no stoppin’ all the dogs I’m droppin’
It’s Friday night so everything is poppin’
I gots ten to spend on the Hen
So let the games begin
Yakety yak don’t talk back or it’s on
Callin’ up Earl on the car phone
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin’ through the hood in his super sport bumping Too $hort
Eighteens got the rear view mirrors vibratin’
And deep-dish Daytons
You know how we do it
Ain’t nothing to it but the floss
Overcrowding Harrison-Ross
‘Cause if you fuck with ours
We leave scars
Out of G-ride cars
Livin’ like stars
Might hit the highway
On the Vegas run fool ’cause it’s Friday

[Hook]
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care

[Verse 2]
Standing outside on a Friday living on the edge
‘Cause we all got them hard heads
It’s seems like we all are waitin’
For a drive-by playing tag with Satan
But we chillin’, yeah, we ready and willin’
Ya hear about the latest westside killing?
Forty sippin’, set trippin’, fo’ dippin’
Pistol grippin’, neva slippin’
BGs trying to hang out
But OGs sayin’ “Take your little ass in the house”
My big homie just got out
Used to be down, now he’s just cracked out
He’s bout hard as Darth Vader
In his sweatshirt, khakis and Chuck Taylor’s
Just seen him in the driveway
Getting beat like a smoker a fool, ’cause it’s Friday

[Hook]
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care
Fool

[Verse 3]
Why must I be like that and chase the cat?
Or settle for a hoodrat
Dookie braids no dreadlocks
Flyin’ in and out of town with half a chicken in her cock
And I love her, ’cause she down
To fuck around with the underground pussy hound
And her ass is big round and wide
Jacked up, make a nigga down to ride
Smoking indo, playing that Super Nintendo
Hear a rat-a-Tat-Tat on my window
Gave her ass that pelvic thrust
Don’t trust the rubber ’cause its bound to bust
In the oven, in the nappy
I had on two so I was happy
‘Cause that HIV’ll make your dick hang sideways
And that ain’t cool, fool, ’cause it’s Friday

[Hook]
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don’t care

[Outro]
Throw the West side in the air
Throw the East side in the air
Throw the South side in the air
Throw the North side in the air
Oh yeah!

Logic – Midnight Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Everybody know I be
Everybody know I be (yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus 1]
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin’ about what’s on my hand
Bitch I been addin’ it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man

[Chorus 1]
Ayy, everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin’ about what’s on my hand
Bitch I been addin’ it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man

[Chorus 2]
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently

[Part II]

[Chorus 3]
Oh no Bobby, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that

[Verse]
The illest that bring it the realest
Bitch, I came to kill this
They can never bear me just the homies and me
Now we the Grammy family
You made a couple million, that’s it, it’s gross
My net is 30, my record clean, my flow is dirty
Right, real G’s move in silence like
Who the common denominator?
Fuck around and bomb a hater
My flow greater, heart darker than Darth Vader
Check the data, matter of fact check the state of mind
After I’m finished, these rappers ain’t in a state to rhyme
Straight to your mind now
Feel this shit like it’s some Braille
Way too heavy for the scale
All I know about is bars like I couldn’t make the bail
It ain’t never room to fail
Only growing and prevail
When my anxiety rise and I feel like I’m in hell
Take a moment and inhale
Count to five then exhale
Then we run that motherfucker like a marathon
Hits, motherfucker, hits, yeah we ’bout that Barry Bonds
Brace yourself, you can’t retain me
All that shit you talkin’ out your mouth just won’t sustain me
Logic pickin’ up the slack like denim
Spit it with venom
Never pretend to be somethin’ that I’m not
And you ain’t shit when you stand next to me
No kiddin’ like vasectomy
Step to me, throw disrespect to me and I’ll rearrange your trajectory
Black and white like a piano and I am proud to be
And fuck whoever tell me that I’m not allowed to be
I am me, I’m a man
Can I live? Goddamn
Yeah, I guess this shit right here is just all a part of the plan
Haters gon’ hate, that’s the motherfuckin’ sayin’
So much plaque on my wall I need a dentist
From Maryland to Venice, this shit is worldwide
Step up to the mic and it’s a homicide

[Chorus 3]
Oh no Bobby, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that

Steve Aoki – Kolony Anthem (feat. ILoveMakonnen & Bok Nero)

[Intro: Bok Nero]
Yeah yeah, flock
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
What’s that, what’s that, what’s that?
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
(Steve Aoki)

[Verse 1: Bok Nero]
I got lots of gualla, I be gettin’ dollars
Sonnin’ all these boys like, "Luke, I am your father"
I feel like Darth Vader laughing at these haters
You ain’t gettin’ money, well, bye bye, I’ll see you later
Diamonds in my chain, they got a bunch of different flavors
When I come outside, I swear I cannot see my neighbors
Walk out with my boxers and my robe to grab my paper
House, it is so big I spent and got a lot of acres

[Chorus]
Started out with nothing, it ain’t it hard to see
You ain’t talkin’ money, then don’t talk to me
You ain’t with the gang, then you can’t rock with me
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
You ain’t with the gang, then you can’t rock with me
We just turned the gang into a colony

[Drop]
We just turned the gang into a colony
Gang into a, gang into a colony
You, you, you ain’t with the colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
Gang into a, gang into a colony
You, you, you ain’t with the colony
We just turned the gang into a colony

[Post-Drop]
Yeah yeah, flock
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 2: ILoveMakonnen]
Countin’ freckles all night make my fingers hurt
I was never too clean for some dirty work
Ay, they was sayin’ somethin’ funny (hello)
Nah, they wasn’t talkin’ ’bout no money
If there’s a issue, we could send more bottles
Every party worldwide filled with models
"Super chef, where you goin’ next?"
I don’t know, wherever there’s a check

[Chorus]
Started out with nothing, it ain’t it hard to see
You ain’t talkin’ money, then don’t talk to me
You ain’t with the gang, then you can’t rock with me
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
You ain’t with the gang, then you can’t rock with me
We just turned the gang into a colony

[Drop]
We just turned the gang into a colony
Gang into a, gang into a colony
You, you, you ain’t with the colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
Gang into a, gang into a colony
You, you, you ain’t with the colony
We just turned the gang into a colony

[Outro]
Yeah yeah, flock
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
What’s that, what’s that, what’s that?
Yeah, we just turned the gang into a colony

Lil Xan – Far

[Intro]
Yeah, ooh
Yeah, damn

[Chorus]
Poppin’ a bean (ooh, yeah)
I lost my spleen (oh, yeah)
You ever been so fucked up? (damn)
I lost all my friends, they broke trust, yo (yeah, yo)
Never saw myself up in the limelight
Switched up, too fly, oh naw hater
Crashed the whip, I’ll see you later
My whip red, it stay Darth Vader
I been telling all y’all this
So y’all gon’ act like I’m not big
Like how the fuck I get this far?
How the fuck I drive this car?

[Verse]
Heartbreak soldiers
Xanarchy militia
And I’m coming vicious
Come and take a picture
Yeah, you know I’m up
Now you say you know
What’s up or down
Yeah, ayy, yeah
I might just run up a check on a bitch though, yeah
That bitch suck dick, she go down, she go deep-throat
I’m tired of y’all people telling me evil things
Xanarchy, Xanarchy

[Chorus]
Poppin’ a bean (ooh, yeah)
I lost my spleen (oh, yeah)
You ever been so fucked up? (damn)
I lost all my friends, they broke trust, yo (yeah, yo)
Never saw myself up in the limelight
Switched up, too fly, oh naw hater
Crashed the whip, I’ll see you later
My whip red, it stay Darth Vader
I been telling all y’all this
So y’all gon’ act like I’m not big
Like how the fuck I get this far?
How the fuck I drive this car?

Lil Uzi Vert – How to Talk Lyrics

[Intro]
And you didn’t come here for me let’s talk about it
‘Cause if you would of came here for me that would of been planned
You would’ve put me on
You ain’t say oh I’m coming this I’m coming that
You tell me one thing and always do another
‘Cause let me know, ’cause you not a man of your word
That’s the reason why. So let’s talk about it
Oh, you come here for nothing
No, you came here for what?
You have no type of communication at all
So get up out my comments

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way one call yeah
Count it up and its all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

[Verse 1]
Told her talk to me nice, talk to me nice
I say it once, I won’t say it twice
Okay might say it twice, because I’m kinda high
Even though I’m so evil, I still look at the sky
And I ask why

Why I treat her like my dog, yeah
We supposed to be all here
She got different color long hair
Pull up coupe two small chairs
Took That girl right in the club
Felt the booty and its all there
So smooth so its all nair
Heard she talk to a ball player (what?) its cool
Heard she talk to a ball player but you know I keep it all player
And I heard he ain’t a star player
I’m not worried I’m a heartbreaker
I’m in outer space on Mars faded
I’m not tryna make it R Rated
But my niggas look like Darth Vader

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way, one call yeah
Count it up and it’s all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

[Verse 2]
I was in a dream, yeah I used to dream
I was all a dream
Now I’m in reality, don’t need those
It’s fantasy, what I see, sleep when I’m woke
Real ones can’t die, only multiply
I know something it ain’t right, how you put me to the side
When I called your phone, you said I was lying
How am I lying? I just pulled up to my show
I’m still on the grind
Heard you got a chauffeur (woo)
Talk to me nice, Talk to me nice
Heard she a doll when she [?]
Ride it like a bike, bust me like a Sprite
Load up the jet in New York tonight

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way, one call yeah
Count it up and it’s all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

Steve Aoki – Kolony Anthem (feat. Ilovemakonnen & Bok Nero) (Steve Aoki Presents Kolony Album)

[Intro: Bok Nero]
Yeah yeah, flock
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
What’s that, what’s that, what’s that?
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
(Steve Aoki)

[Verse 1: Bok Nero]
I got lots of gualla, I be gettin’ dollars
Sonnin’ all these boys like, "Luke, I am your father"
I feel like Darth Vader laughing at these haters
You ain’t gettin’ money, well, bye bye, I’ll see you later
Diamonds in my chain, they got a bunch of different flavors
When I come outside, I swear I cannot see my neighbors
Walk out with my boxers and my robe to grab my paper
House, it is so big I spent and got a lot of acres

[Chorus]
Started out with nothing, it ain’t it hard to see
You ain’t talkin’ money, then don’t talk to me
You ain’t with the gang, then you can’t rock with me
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
You ain’t with the gang, then you can’t rock with me
We just turned the gang into a colony

[Drop]
We just turned the gang into a colony
Gang into a, gang into a colony
You, you, you ain’t with the colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
Gang into a, gang into a colony
You, you, you ain’t with the colony
We just turned the gang into a colony

[Post-Drop]
Yeah yeah, flock
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 2: ILoveMakonnen]
Countin’ freckles all night make my fingers hurt
I was never too clean for some dirty work
Ay, they was sayin’ somethin’ funny (hello)
Nah, they wasn’t talkin’ ’bout no money
If there’s a issue, we could send more bottles
Every party worldwide filled with models
"Super chef, where you goin’ next?"
I don’t know, wherever there’s a check

[Chorus]
Started out with nothing, it ain’t it hard to see
You ain’t talkin’ money, then don’t talk to me
You ain’t with the gang, then you can’t rock with me
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
You ain’t with the gang, then you can’t rock with me
We just turned the gang into a colony

[Drop]
We just turned the gang into a colony
Gang into a, gang into a colony
You, you, you ain’t with the colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
We just turned the gang into a colony
Gang into a, gang into a colony
You, you, you ain’t with the colony
We just turned the gang into a colony

[Outro]
Yeah yeah, flock
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
What’s that, what’s that, what’s that?
Yeah, we just turned the gang into a colony

A$AP Rocky – Please Don’t Touch My Raf Lyrics

[Snippet]
I done came up
Busting down a whole bag
Broke nigga step back
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag
You don’t even gotta ask
What are those? What is that?
Please don’t touch my Raf
Please don’t touch my Raf
And I’m drippin’ on rags
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boasting, never brag
Please don’t touch my raf
Yeah I’m catch ’em like a cab
Yeah I’m rappin like a ____
Yeah I ____
Yeah I pop em like a tag
____
Yeah she drop it on the dash
___ in the bag
And she always bring it back
___
Nigga goin on the ___

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
I’m raf’d up like rappers
I’m raf’d up on camera
You knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
Been Raf when I wear Raf
Been Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shit
Lil niggas still share Raf
And I’m drippin’ on rags
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boasting, never brag
Please don’t touch my raf
All the crips been mad
That designer Gucci bag
They be hearing people laugh
Yeah she pop it like a mag
Yeah she drop it on the bag
Imma buy another bag
Cuz she always bring it back
Yeah you know a nigga last
Pussy nigga keep intact
Ima fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons

[Quavo]
Please don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho don’t step on my Raf Simons

[Lil Uzi Vert]
Raf in my basement
Oooh, [?]
[?]
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss…

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Yung Lean – Back At It (Frost God Album)

[Hook]
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit

[Verse]
I’m Darth Vader and this shit get your head up
Need more coke, need more pills, need my bread up
I’m the spider on your skin, you a bedbug
Always talking all this shit but you’re a big bluff
Trying to get rich in my town, you can text us
Yoshi City, never learn with you I’m fed up
She go down so deep down, get her head stuck
Baby girl I’m with you, I can switch up
I’m with my bros, hell yeah, they my big ones
I’m the youngest in this shit but I got big bucks

[Hook]
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit

Yung Lean – Back at It Lyrics

[Hook: Yung Lean x2]
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit

[Verse 1: Yung Lean]
I’m Darth Vader and this shit get your head up
Need more coke, need more pills, need my bread up
I’m the spider on your skin, you a bedbug
Always talking all this shit but you’re a big bluff
Trying to get rich in my town, you can text us
Yoshi City, never learn with you I’m fed up
She go down so deep down, get her head stuck
Baby girl I’m with you, I can switch up
I’m with my bros, hell yeah, they my big ones
I’m the youngest in this shit but I got big bucks

[Hook: Yung Lean x2]
I’m back at it
Yeah, I’m back at it
In a Range Rover Givenchy backpacking
With two crack addicts
Yeah they back at it
In the club, jetski
Throw it back a bit

Myke Bogan – The Anthem

Look, if the players be the winners who the losers?
Wait thats us
The cats who don’t really fit in lapped up in a pack truck
Work break making o’s out of joint smoke
Playin round with them crutches is bad luck
And the papers ain’t shit without em
Like turkey and juice in a packed lunch
Shit
Comin’ straight from the town where the weed ain’t brown man I guess you could call me a tree hugger
Posted up at the school like Stan but I surely could get you some packs that don’t need sugar
Just chillin’ with the crew n shit, so I’m prolly with your bullshit
Playin’ round with the kiddy blowing skunk like Pepe Le Pew n shit

This shit ’bout to me major
Iont need me no favors
Might as well call me spidey
Cause I’m all on that web now
Plus I write for that paper
I said you bringin’ through papers
I prefer me some Vegas
Or gas mask I’m Darth Vader
Proof I’m killin’ this beat now
These perks fresh I like Jada
Fuckin with them niggas who be blowin hella visions
So you know we got bud
So now all these bitches wanna kick it
Bring some Swishers ~~~~
And then we got them oils n them dabs tenants never wanna take it that far
Cause they hit the stick and just crash like we all just doin’ hella laps in dads car
Shit
And the bitches that ride me be so thick
Cause their face be on point like a blowfish
Steady rollin their eyes while they rolls spliffs
They was rollin they eyes while I wrote this
But oh shit when you come through
If your friends cool
And that sunbeam
From your sunroof
Bring some Swishers or bitches to work through
If I’m right they should both come in bundles
Just come through

When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through

If the players be the winners who the losers?
Wait that’s us
All I need is the bottle where the brown blowin’ loud like a packed bus
Yawn slips til the bong hits hit you like a mack truck
No pimpin on my mac bruh
I told her come through relax sweatpants hairtye put the Mac up
Lame niggas make me crack up
They call for hoes, call for backup
All these hatin’ ass niggas never really been a factor
We ain’t never cared that much
A group of girls so thick and they face on point like a cactus
Takin’ shots like the ghetto
I’m from the city where they even show really good haters showin mad love

I’m hungover but I’m sober
And I’m really tryna chief
You just called me and I called ya back
And you said you tryna sleep
But when you come to,
if you lungs cool, you should come through
Bring a blunt through and your homegirls for my homeboys
Then we can chill
I got a sack on my lap and it’s there for you
I pay you back for the rap, that ain’t fair to do
So sit back and relax, grab a chair or two
And get higher than a hot air balloon
We’ll share a few cause you smokin’ with losers that’s sore
I’m high, don’t feel like you’re gettin ignored
We chillin’ we feelin’ we trippin’ we tippin’ we sippin’ this mono palore
So uhhh

When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through

Thanks to bre for correcting these lyrics.

Lil Wayne – Fireman Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me man, Heatman
Ski mask, spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I’m real, fuck a G pass, I’m past that
I’m passing ’em out now and you can’t have that
And my chain Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can’t match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my bitch legs open, better smash that
Don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her ass crack
My hoes can’t wear that, why? – that’s where my crack at
I put my mack down, that’s where you lack at
She need her candle lit and I’ma wax that
I rekindled the flame
She remembered the name
It’s hard dick, January to December the same
Now bitch give me some brain, bitch give me some good
Hoe, I’m the fireman, you hear the fire truck
[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 2]
Now man, I hate a old fake ass nigga
The cold black 8 is my break pad, nigga
They look me in my face and say “Amen,” nigga
Looking like they done seen a dead man get up
The red bandizzle, representing red hot
Uptown [?]izzle, shout out to B.Gizzle
I hustle in the drizzle around my way that’s the drought
So holler at your boy without opening your mouth
Cause that’s the G-Code and that’s all that I’m about
You die if you go against it, so I’mma live it out
I ain’t got to pay for maintanence
What ain’t broke, I don’t break it
But I don’t [?], unless I make em
And yes I take it, you niggas is getting sicker
You bitches coming, I’m taking about
Please say the Baby
Ha! Hollygrove where I come from
So that explains all that [?]

[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 3]
It ain’t no secret, I know paper
You got stacks, I got cake – that’s dough by the layer
Shit, I seen it all through my Bottega’s
Aviator’s, so Darth Vader – shhh
Tha’s the sound of the dutchie
No flavor when it blaze up
Lil Weezy Baby so hazed up
Caged up behind a million bars of flame
Still make a million of these bars the same
Ya’ll bars to blame, why I bought the thang
Long body, motherfucker, bring that short back mayne
You case down Phantom, riding with a tandem
For now, cause after tonight, I can’t stand ’em
Your child, may sometimes think that I’m Santa
My style, the white Air Forces, red canvas
Tadow! Yeah, Develop on the beat
And me, I just come with the heat
I’m the motherfucking…

[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Outro]
Yeah
C2, C2, C2, C2, C-
You can’t see me, but I see you
And I see you, Lord!
I-I-I-I got ’em
I-I-I-I-I got ’em
Aye, aye P, I got ’em
Aye, aye B, I got ’em
Aye, aye D, I got ’em
Aye, aye Boo, I got ’em
Aye, aye Spitta, I got ’em
[?] Dizzy, I got ’em