Dababy – INTRO Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin’ crazy when they play it, head bobbin’ and shit
And I’m just somewhere fucked up thinkin’ ’bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin’ at my daughter
Thinkin’ to myself like, “Damn, my baby look just like my daddy”
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that’s fucked up
That shit there was confusin’, a lil’ bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what’s up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain’t tryna talk, I’m tryna click
I’m tryna send somebody wit’ him
Somebody let me know what’s happenin’
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a fuck about the world, just about my family
How the fuck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn’t afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin’ out to Cali
What you know you smilin’ every day for all your fans, actin’ like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin’ my daddy to rest, but I ain’t braggin’
I got some questions, I’m a die about respect if I don’t get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin’ that we don’t love him and let him struggle like we ain’t family
Like I won’t give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what’s happenin’, nigga
I’m still Lil’ Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let’s go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let’s go get us a mansion, nigga
Let’s raise our kids right, let’s watch the shit we teach ’em, nigga
Let’s start a business for you so they can’t say that you leechin’, nigga
How I know I’m the chosen one, ’cause sometimes when I be speakin’, nigga
Like on this song, I ain’t rappin’, I’m preachin’, nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let’s go)
I fuck with you like Martin fuck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let’s go get married like we thank God and Kanisha (Okay)
Don’t give a fuck about the world, just ’bout my people (Facts)
I don’t care what the fuck they told you, we ain’t equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain’t cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin’ me to see what he do, nigga

[Verse 2]
Yeah, verse two, that lil’ nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can’t undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin’ like Doe Boy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I’m comin’ back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the ’80s, nigga

[Interlude]
Fuck you niggas talkin’ ’bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that’s Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin’ Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let’s go

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let’s go)
I fuck with you like Martin fuck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let’s go get married like we thank God and Kanisha (Okay)
Don’t give a fuck about the world, just ’bout my people (Facts)
I don’t care what the fuck they told you, we ain’t equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain’t cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin’ me to see what he do, nigga

[Outro]
Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay

Future – Three lyrics

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Three lyrics

DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

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[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

FUTURE – Three lyrics

DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head