Juice WRLD – Out The Projects Lyrics

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[Intro]
Let’s go, uh

[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

[Verse 1]
Runnin’ up a check, pay my mortgage
Trappin’ out the window, can’t afford it
Lookin’ at my name on the Forbes list
Now she wan’ explore me like she Dora
I take my bitch straight to Elliot
You take your bitch straight to that Sephora
My lil’ bitch so bad she elegant, ha
Yo bitch I wouldn’t even piss on her to give her water (Skrt)
Start me up, bro wanna bet with the choppas, Call of Duty got a pack a punch (Yeah)
Shots to the face make a mountain
.223s, pack a punch, bag that boy up like he lunch
If they ain’t wanna fight, uppercut, hit him with a right and then a left to the gut
Smokin’ on blunts of the Runtz, ayy
Goin’ on runs with my gun, ayy
Up it, make it put your hand in the air, single lady, Beyonce
Ain’t come to play, bring me a K, drummin’ it up like we in a parade
Fetty Wap with the gwap, make it come my way
2Pac with the Glock, bitch I’m in the hallway
Hangin’ out the window, uh, at the continental
I’ma hold that bitch sideways, ayy
Shootin’ at opps on the highway, ayy
Caught him in the driveway, ayy
Autumn, got ’em fallin’, ayy
Hit the curb, make him relocate from this place
No there ain’t no safe place from my gang
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
Ain’t no safe place
You cannot escape, ayy, ayy
Keep it real, you know the deal
In a mansion up in Encino Hills
F&N on me, I got it concealed
Ain’t no cappin’ at all, bitch I got it for real
They ask me all the time how does it feel
To be able to pay all my family bills
For the people I was upping to kill
Anybody that don’t want my people to live
I won’t say it again, I just pull out and cock it and blow it and leave ’em blowin’ through your head
She screamin’ “you dead”, should’ve never got in my way, on your bitch next

[Bridge]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Let’s go, uh

[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

GoldLink – More Lyrics

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[Intro: GoldLink]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
We on the phone with it
And back home, you know I’m Sean Combs with it
Ayy, tell ’em, yeah, I got verses for it
And I’m a street boy, so I’m on the road for it
I hate it when they got me talkin’ like a dog for it
I hate it when I got to go and get the dog for it
I hate it when she say she love me when I’m far from it
I hate it when she tell me that she need a break from me
I’m too busy tryna put the family on top
But I always keep a eye on her like I’m Fetty Wap
I know you’re, I know you’re not perfect for me
Yeah, you’re just enough for me, I know you

[Pre-Chorus: Lola Rae]
I know I said a couple things
You had me so frustrated
Had dreams of bigger tings, yeah
But look what we created

[Chorus: P2J]
You always wanted more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You always wanted more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, I know you’re not perfect for me, yeah
But them hands gon’ handle work for me, huh
See, ain’t gon’ lie, I’ve seen you flirtin’ with him, yeah
But you gon’ get this work from me
I’ma tell you, tell you, can’t nobody make it hurt like me, uh
See, I’m the man, you know I can, you understand
That ain’t nobody worth it for me, yeah
But baby, you so worth it for me
I’ma tell you, tell you, ain’t nobody layin’ verses with me, uh
It’s from the dome, this on my own, see, can’t no
Nobody work it for me
My mama prayed this Sunday, you should come to church with me
I’ma pull up and make it worth it for you
Ain’t no nigga puttin’ up in the dirt for you
See, no, no, I know you’re not perfect for me, yeah
You’re just enough for me, I know you

[Pre-Chorus: Lola Rae]
I know I said a couple things
You had me so frustrated
Had dreams of bigger tings, yeah
But look what we created

[Chorus: P2J]
You always wanted more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You always wanted more, more, more, more, more
More, more, more, more, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fetty Wap – Westin Lyrics

[Intro]
Mhm, mhmm
Yeah, nigga break it down, nigga break it down
Nigga break it down, nigga break it down
Mhmm, yuhh

[Verse ]
Money stay around, I don’t wanna leave
Always stay ’round, I don’t ever leave, yeah
Pull up to the town, I got what you need(skrt skrt)
Owe it by the pound, I smoke hella weed, yeah
Gotta lotta cars, shit from overseas, yeah
And I like my cars, a lot of Japanese, yeah
Bitch it’s Fetty Wap, what you know it’s me
They know how I rock, I’m your Majesty, yeah
They know how I rock, what you mean bae? (bae)
Diamonds all on my watch and its clean bae
Like I’m [?] bouncin’, something lean bae(skrt skrt)
Like I’m [?] bouncin’, I’m machine bae(skrt skrt)
Nigga this what I do, this with my team bae
Nigga, I count up blues, I count up greens
Back up for the zoo, no in between bae
Leader of the crew, they know the name bae
Comin’ from the 12, really roll with g’s baby
Pull up where he at then we let it squeeze baby
Nigga you a rat, ain’t no in between baby
Smoke ’em like a pack got a nigga [?] baby
A million in my bank, hunnid in my jeans baby
I don’t mean to brag but they know it’s me, baby
Every time I pull up I might shoot a 3 baby
Nigga’s do the pull up they gon’ shoot for me baby
Nigga you a op, I’mma shoot for free baby
Askin’ me for guap, I’mma charge a fee baby
Hit the parking lot, sell a pound with ease baby
Make her roll the wood, Make her roll the weed
Trappin’ every day and I never sleep
Colour for your haze when I’m in the breeze
This a Gucci pack, she say double g’s(g’s)
Lookin’ at my watch it’ll make you freeze(freeze)
Catch me in the 12, rolly in the streets(streets)
Saucy with the pots, cookin’ up the beef(beef)
You could pick a spot, nigga we can meet(meet)
Twistin’ with my wrist, in the kitchen, yeah, yeah
Turnin’ down the flame, get you whippin’, yeah, yeah
Down for the count and I’m drippin’, yeah, yeah
In my bank account a couple million, yeah, yeah
Throw a million up for my children, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Mhmm, yuhh
When I freeze [?] When I freeze
When you say what’s that? They say double g’s(g’s)
Wearing that Gucci plat, She say double g’s(g’s)
Lookin’ at my watch and it make you freeze(freeze)
Yeah, Yeah
Mhmm, mhmm
Look how I break it down, look how I break it down
Look how I break it down, look at them come around
Look how I break it down, look how I break it down

Fetty Wap – Surfboard lyrics

[Intro]
C’mon, my nigga, you don’t even smoke, you weak as fuck
Hell yeah, I smoke
Fetty Wap
2K18, bitch

[Chorus]
They told me turn it up
I got lazy
I can never let a fuck nigga
Play me (skrrt, skrrt)
Get a surfboard bitch
I’m wavy (splash)
And I want the chicken
Extra gravy (skrrt, skrrt)
They told me turn it up
I got lazy
I can never let a fuck nigga
Play me (play me)
Get a surfboard cause
I’m wavyg (splash)
And I want the chicken
Extra gravy

[Verse]
Take the top down screamin
I’ll pay me (skrrt, skrrt)
With the top down
Speeding with his lady (skrrt, skrrt)
With the top down
Bitch it’s a mercedes (skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch I’m hot now
You can never play me (skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, dope man used to stash
The weed in my old mamas crib (dope man, dope man)
You can catch me fuckin up the streets
In my new Audis (skrrt, skrrt)
We was fucking up the streets and gettin rowdy (gang gang, bitch)
Ain’t nobody want no beef cause we was bout it
And I still got the hood going crazy (crazy)
If I post on yo block make em pay me
If I post up on lock they gon raid me
I’ma trap nigga it’ll never phase me (zooey)
Why these fuck niggas actin shady (ah, ah)
Niggas throw bullets like Brady (niggas throw bullets like)
I been on some bullshit lately
All white audi call it KD (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus]
They told me turn it up
I got lazy (skrrt, skrrt)
I can never let a fuck nigga
Play me (skrrt, skrrt)
Get a surfboard bitch
I’m wavy (splash)
And I want the chicken
Extra gravy (cash)
They told me turn it up
I got lazy (skrrt, skrrt)
I can never let a fuck nigga
Play me (skrrt, skrrt)
Get a surfboard cause
I’m wavy (splash)
And I want the chicken
Extra gravy (cash)

[Outro]
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Bitch I’m wavy, yeah
Ay, get a surfboard, bitch I’m
Ah, get a surfboard, bitch I’m wavy
I could never let a fuck nigga play me
Gang

Young Donar – Faded lyrics

Da Da Da Da Da Ta Ta
Da Da Da Da Da, Ta Ta, Ta Ta
Da Da Da Da Da. Ta Ta

Da Da Da Da Da, Ta Ta, Da Da Da
Ta Da Da Ta, Ta Ta
Da Da Da Da Da, Ta Ta, Da Da Ta
(Ghost Ghost Ghost Ghost)
Yo ghost, is that you?
Da Da Da Da Da Ta Ta
Da Da Da Da Da, Ta Ta, Ta Ta
Yeah

You know we just turnt that shit
You know you gotta pop that shit
Bad bitch (bad bitch)
These niggas ain’t up for this
You know these niggas ain’t got shit
They snitch (they snitch)
I’m faded cause i been lit
And now falling sick with this shit
She kiss cause she likes my lips
And everytime i call she ain’t trip

Been partying
Been drinking on a remy
Blowin kush like i’m on a 4/20
Everybody turnt we ain’t even gotta rest
187 like who the fuck is that
Killin these bitches layin down they ass
She quit her boyfriend cause i fuck the best
Huuuh!
I be relaxed nigga
I just hit em up like i’m Pac nigga
Shit trill
I’m on a double cup nigga
Eyes low lookin like i’m Fetty Wap, nigga
Mary never cheats me and i’m in love with her
Moving in the night and i’m dressed like a shooter
Niggas snakes
Fuck with nobody
No true love
My homies leanin and they fadin
Hoes turnin
Kissin like we on a weddin
11: 30 still turnt at the pool
Girls pull up on me and they makin me a fool

Down on a party and its lit
More fire and we blowin on em sticks
Pop bottle
Let it burn and the party’s going down
We been turnin up
We been gettin high
Done everything now i’m feelin so faded (feelin so faded)
Faded (faded)
Done everything now i’m feelin so faded (feelin so faded)
Faded (faded)
Done everything now i’m feelin so faded (feelin so faded)
Faded (faded)
Done everything now i’m feelin so faded (faded)
Faded (faded)
Done everything now i’m feelin so faded
(feelin so faded) Faded
Done everything now i’m feelin so faded

Shit been down no matter what niggas been sayin
Shit been slayed
Gotta a bad bitch said she wanna get drunk and fade
Fuck niggas hate
I’m just on the way to the crib baby wait
I ain’t gone be late
Voila
She put it on my face
Sayin that she loves me the best
I appreciate
I ain’t gonna take this shit for granted
Gotta grind for everything that i wanted
Nothin
Just tryna get me somethin
I been on the hustle why the fuck is you askin
Till i’m right there
Chilled and confident
All i gotta do is keep movin no matter what the consequence
Meditating good with the percocets
A nigga sticks on this shit till the day i fall
Can’t quit
Stayin lit
I just play my role
Stayin focused
I know i got a lotta foes
Bad bitch
All she do is touch her toes

You know we just turnt that shit
You know you gotta pop that shit
Bad bitch (bad bitch)
These niggas ain’t up for this
You know these niggas ain’t got shit
They snitch (they snitch)
I’m faded cause i been lit
And now falling sick with this shit
She kiss cause she likes my lips
And everytime i call she ain’t trip

She just wanna fuck wit me
And probably imma make it a skit
I’ll be on my siezy shit
And steady imma blow on em sticks

Eric Bellinger – Yikes

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

Eric Bellinger – Yikes Lyrics

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out “It hurt”
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

Eric Bellinger – Yikes (Tory Lanez Diss)

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a fuck, stole from all you niggas)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

High thoughts – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – High thoughts

Shawty says she dyin’ to take a trip
Shawty says she dyin’ to make a flip
Smoke twenty-eight grounds on my zip
And this perky got me thinking I’m the sh*t
Talking to the shawty like this
Baby is you’re gonna let me hit
Baby is rolling up to split
I hopin’ all your friends were to sh*t
Baby we could .. be a Cruize
F*ckin’ .. I’ve never lose
Please don’t let the nigga make the noise
Nigga that be with me cartoons
Baby I’m the leader of the zone
Get into making niggas move
Never know how to follow niggas rules
I’m an itchy boy, I’m banging the rules
Come and take a walk up in my shoes
Five million .. on the crew
I was saving money like a Jew
When I spent 2 million on my Jewels
I .. I got more money than you
My future I was busing maneuvers.(high thoughts)

I was working it was taking the school bus
And my Ferrari I just parked where my school was
Niggas hatin’ I don’t really give to f*cks
Six Mercedes and I got me a few trucks
Seven versuri-lyrics.info
Two Ferrari’s and they practically useless
Love my ..
See me smiling cause I’m always coming dope
I’ve been countin’ money wherever I go
I ..
She gonna be wherever I go
She gonna be like baby give me more
She .. runnin’ meet me to the door
Oh, I’m like no
I have a ticket and I’m watching on my chain
If I’ve new Jersey .. on my name
You pay usually cash me with my gang
We’re insane, as when I bang
Yeahhhh!
Fetty Wap lyrics
Video thoughts

Text ur number – Dj Envy feat. Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Dj Envy – Text ur number

Wouldn’t ever think that I would feel this rich, ayy
In the trap, I keep on buildin’ with them bricks, ayy
Zoo Gang supply my shooters with extra clips, ayy
And if them niggas acting out, everybody get hit, ayy
She ride like a Ducati, her body like a mosaic
R-ride like a Ducati, her body like a mosaic, baby
W-w-why don’t you come my way, baby?
I smell like I’m smokin’ from Friday, ayyy.(text ur number)

On a set, all I want is loot, baby, ayy
For a check, watch my niggas shoot, baby, ayy
Disrespect, you a fool, is you crazy? Ayy
Flex, finesse, that’s what I’ma do, baby, ayy
I been juggin ‘with my niggas all day, yeah
Moving work out in broad day, yeah
Let ’em talk, what they gon’ say? Yeah
No handguns, only AKs
I’m Zoo Gang, I ain’t tryna play, wap!

Text ur number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text ur number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text ur number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayyy.

Said she on me, man, she on me too, baby
I pull up in a Bentley coupe, baby
I swear the s**t, she hit my phone at two, baby
I might just turn up, just the s**t we do, baby
She run around with the f*ckin’ zoo (cartel music), baby
Then you see Monty, then I alley oop, baby
I show off baby, ayy versuri-lyrics.info
I swear, I love to show off, baby, ayy, squad!

On a set, all I want is loot, baby, ayy
For a check, watch my niggas shoot, baby, ayy
Disrespect, you a fool, is you crazy? Ayy
Flex, finesse, that’s what I’ma do, baby, ayy
I been juggin ‘with my niggas all day, yeah
Moving work out in broad day, yeah
Let ’em talk, what they gon’ say? Yeah
No handguns, only AKs
I’m Zoo Gang, I ain’t tryna play, wap!

Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text your number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy.

Christian Louboutin, go walk off, baby
The bitches hatin’, let the bitches talk on, baby
We gettin’ money, type of s**t that we on, baby
Late night sexting, baby, we grown, baby
Know that we on, baby.

Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number number, yeah
Text your number, babe
You would say, yeah, babe
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number babe, all I want is you, babe, ayy
Brr, brr, brr, bow, bow, bow, yeah, baby!
Text your number number, yeah
Text your number, bow, bow, bow, squa!
Text your number, babe
Yeah, text your number, number, yeah
Text your number, babe, all I want is you, babe, ayyy.
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$UICIDEBOY$ – I AM THE APOCALYPSE Lyrics

[VERSE I: $LICK $LOTH]
Eyes stay bloodshot
Both on Fetty Wap
Let them roll back while them drugs do their job
Same motherfuckers thinking that they still hot
Be the same motherfuckers I can’t see at the top
6 double 6 til my crucifix
Diagnosed a lunatic
Blood on me no need to rinse
Been dead for years no need to slit
Suboxone strips so I don’t slip
But all my cravings still exist
Shit
Sometimes I just need that fix
Sometimes I just need that drip
Voices say you need that bitch
Convinced i’m made to die with it
Scripts stay piled up with my sins
Sniffing them pills all I feel is bliss
Falling from a cliff no saving $lick
Fate laid out no changing it
Found my piece
Accept it
That I am my own apocalypse

[VERSE II: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Digital villain
The sin of the internet
Your WiFi password is incorrect throw up the set
G59 in full effect
Cigarette smoke silhouette
Me and $lick $loth in the trunk of the vette with Pouya in the front headed straight for the check
Stains on the blades
No that ain’t wet paint
That’s your favorite fucking rappers brains on the pavement
Typical drug addict
Fictional love at it’s finest
I’m pissing away my whole life and it’s fine because RUBY DA CHERRY is physical
I’m just a piece of shit trying to shine
Ignorant swine
What a pitiful try
Bitch I’m ripping out spines
$OUTH$IDE$UICIDE
Sifting through pine just so I can get high one more time
Let me shout I’m high till I die

Fetty Wap, Red Cafe & Fabolous – Jackpot

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I be in them foreigns like I got the bonus
I just hit a lick, yeah, I got the bonus
Shawty fuck with me, you just got the bonus
You just got the bonus, squad, ayy

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jack

[Verse 2: Red Cafe]
Jackpot, jackpot, yeah
Rolls-Royce, that time, yeah
Blackjack, blackjack, woo
Money team, dope team, ooh
I been gettin’ paper all day
I ain’t seen a hater all day
I been goin’ hard, I don’t play
If you want the wave, you gon’ pay

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Hol’ up, fuck how you feel, you can’t stay
Take your boujee back to LA
Rolled up, then she hit the J
Splash brother, had to hit your bae
Jackpot, jackpot, damn
Baby got back, goddamn
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Hard head but the ass soft, woo, hol’ up

[Chorus: Red Cafe & Fetty Wap]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (Zoovier, we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot (1738)

[Verse 4: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, she give extendos out the window, babe
Ayy, you see the wings wherever we go, babe
Ayy, they can’t control me, ain’t no remote, baby
They pop out and cut a hater, freethrow, baby
Ayy, it’s Zoovie, zoovin’ like what you mean?
Before he check me, let them bangers squeeze, babe
I hit the season like pound a week, baby
They keep it real, you gon’ have to leave
Before your dope bitch take two of these
I brush it off, it ain’t nothin’ to me, baby
These niggas hard to try and box with me
Baby, ain’t no dog fight, ain’t no referee (squad)

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot

[Verse 5: Fabolous]
Oh, jackpot, jackpot
Lil’ baby feel the jewels
Dealer dealt me a good hand
Got me dancin’ like Uzi
Shawty think she a baddy
She be bangin’ to the Boosie
She be twerkin’ to the RiRi
See my lifestyle in 3D
Gon’ get it, gon’ get it
‘Bout to check, I’m all with it
Girl, you got a lil’ sauce with ya
I like that, I’m all with it (splash)
Hold up, shawty sex so good that she don’t fuck for free, baby
But she gon’ bust that thing for me, baby, ooh

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot

Don t know what to do – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Don t know what to do

Don t know what to do with you baby
I put you in expensive Choo’s baby
You could pick a car to cruise baby
Have you screaming loud, ooh baby
Don t know what to do with you baby
I put you in expensive Choo’s baby
You could pick a car to cruise baby
Have you screaming loud, ooh baby.

Show you what to do, baby you don’t waste my time babe
I can take a clue, just keep it true and never lie babe
I’ma show you love when you in the club, I ain’t tryna hide babe
Can we take a pic, girl you on my gram so I’m not your mind babe
Bring you to the strips, show you how it is, I’m from the town
Niggas gettin’ rich, feel my nigga rick about to sound
Diamonds on your wrist and on your neck ’cause you fine as hell
Finally show your team like oh my god versuri-lyrics.info
You should see all the money I spent on brand new rocks
And I dropped all the girls, had to make you mine
You said give you a reason, I had to give you five
Now give me a reason I should make you mine, yeah baby.

Don’t know what to do with you baby
I put you in expensive Choo’s baby
You could pick a car to cruise baby
Have you screaming loud, ooh baby
Don’t know what to do with you baby
I put you in expensive Choo’s baby
You could pick a car to cruise baby
Have you screaming loud, ooh baby.

Don’t know what to do with you
Put you in expensive Choo’sss.
Fetty Wap lyrics
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T.I. – Writer (feat. Translee & B.o.B)

[Verse 1: Translee]
My Ambitionz as a writer
I just wanna answer what y’all are asking
Pretty boys hang with the ball cappin’
Keep it up I should be hanging with the Kardashians
My Ambitionz as a writer
Just like Vird has Weezy, Jay had Yeezy
Pac had Afeni, Club had Meezy
Sremm’ had Meechie, Coach had Jeezy
Dre had Eazy, y’all got Leezy
My Ambitionz as a writer
Yeah, writing my life in these songs
I feel like I’m righting these wrongs
So we need a Pac but he’s gone
So I’m at the door like ding dong
It’s not only me but the team strong
Been knocking and pounding like King Kong
I guess we’ll come back when you leave home
My Ambitionz as a writer
Shit I was smoking the keystone
I write ’cause I want a beach home
I write ’cause I’m selling the G-code
I write in a fuck-nigga-free zone, one hunnid percent
Everybody won’t get it
Writing is a heavy job, infiltrating youth and help them get a job
Help them start a business, help ’em stay alive, help them help themself and help them own a ride (its all bout the business)
My Ambitionz as a writer
My Ambitionz as a writer

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Looking like you the neighborhood watch
Why you wifing up the neighborhood thot?
Where I’m from, they don’t make it to the top
We don’t fuck with 12, thanks for crooked cops
All out of favors, I’m all out of papers
I can’t be a doctor, I’m all out of patients
Niggas be steady false claiming
I swear I don’t rap I just walk in and say shit
I say the shit they afraid to say
They say the shit they get paid to say
I do this shit on the day to day
Fuck on your hoe with my labelmates
Out of Dubai, when I lay awake
Come back for that pussy, that’s layaway
She blew me so long, I ain’t see her face
King of the jungle, a win away
LeBron James, I’m a ring away
She blew my phone and it ring away
My car hard and my seats soft
Either way you flip it, it’s a brick a’ yay
Rich enough to eat my cake
Ike Turner and Annie Mae
Same shit, different day, elevate, jumpin’ good in all 50 states
Bandz

[Chorus: Translee]
My Ambitionz as a writer
My Ambitionz as a writer
My Ambitionz as a writer

[Verse 3: T.I]
Narrated, culture curator
Middle finger for a pure hater
Back when OutKast dropped "Elevators"
I was a young dope boy delegator
See I’ve learnt it ain’t what you do man, I’m more concerned with your motivation
Eazy-E, Pac, B.I.G., and Pimp C, I celebrate em
Man I’m in the dope game when I was on the field
You niggas commentating, or either tailgatin’, betta tell ’em sum’n
Better mind your business ‘fo somebody get ya melon popped
Better tell ’em sum’n
Hit your trap queen too, you ain’t Fetty Wap
See that’s why I be writing, ’cause it’s therapeutic
Go the fed time, so my mind bad
See so many murders in the ’90s, when I go to sleep I can’t help but rewind back
I keep dreaming about having dime bags, some crack and a .9 as I’m ridin’ past cops
On probation to get behind me, turn they lights on, shawty I ain’t even stop
And the endin’ the same, I ride ’til I run outta gas, that’s when I wake up

[Chorus: Translee]
My Ambitionz as a writer
My Ambitionz as a writer
My Ambitionz as a writer

Pull up wit a stick freestyle – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Pull up wit a stick freestyle

I’ma pull up wit a stick, yeah
With the stick, yeah
Hatin’ on me you a b*tch, yeah
You a b*tch, yeah
You not really with the shits, yeah
With the shits, yeah
I be boolin’ with my dawgs just like Micheal Vick
We ain’t beefin’ ’bout no money, it don’t make no sense
Have my d*ck all in his ..
Yeah, you know the location to my show
Paid official, we could shoot this shit fo’ show
Ayy, .. (mobbin’ nigga) versuri-lyrics.info
In New Jersey I be slidin’ on my folks (skrt skrrrt)
Ayy, I’m humble but I came from kickin’ door
So please don’t make the Zoo step out his zone (12 hundred)
Don’t make me pull up with the stick, make it hit (goddamn)
Yeah, seen yo’ b*tch on the ‘Gram, so I hit (goddamn)
Yeah, said she never had a man that was rich (goddamn)
Yeah, you should’ve told yo’ hoe to make it clap (goddamn)
Yeah, these niggas got me f*cked up I swear (f*cked up I swear)
Yeah, a nigga might get f*cked up this year (get f*cked up this year)
Yeah, nigga come down right, f*ck a b*tch (f*ck a b*tch)
Yeah, niggas in they feelings, so they sick (so they sick)
Yeah, I’m still collecting .. (money)
Still getting .. (money)
.. (money)

A song that I .. still went platinum (a million)
This is not a joke, I’m just askin’ (Zoovier)
Lawyers waitin’ in Dubai you could ask them (gang)
Still sellin’ overseas triple platinum (gang)
And hoes get on they knees when I pass them
Yeah, I’m don’t spend it three ways I just cash them
Yeah, run it like a relay I’ma pass them
Yeah, that’s a million on my neck if you ask me
Boolin’ on the jet with the cash in (Zoovie, zoovie)
Yeah, run up on me if you think I’m captain
Yeah, always got my chain come and snatch it
Yeah, and I’m really up the chain I be snappin’
Yeah, and I just hope you know I’m really with the shits
I put you ..
I’m from New Jersey that’s my word (gang gang)
We known for puttin’ niggas on the news (gang gang)
We known for takin’ out them niggas jewels (12 hundred)
We known for breakin’ all the f*ckin’ rules (12 hundred)
And you from .. lookin’ for a tool (lil’ b*tch)
.. you ain’t .. (you ain’t ..)
If you keep on reaching boy you ..
Gang, gang, gang ,ganggg.
Fetty Wap lyrics
Video stick

Xo freestyle – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Xo freestyle

Shorty said she miss me but she lie, but she lie
Something about me leaving made her cry, made her cry
She don’t want another nigga in her life, in her life, yeah I can’t believe it yeah, I can’t believe it no
Baby imma tell you when we wrong, when we wrong
When I was sleeping you was going through my phone, through my phone
I was creeping yeah I couldn’t leave her alone, leave her alone, yeah
Even moved lil shorty in my home, in my home Yeah,
and she played it cool and kept it smooth, kept it smooth, yeah
Instagram the only way you knew, way you knew I ain’t playing with you i’m just being true,
yeah It’s a million niggas doing what I do, doing what I do versuri-lyrics.info
But a million niggas wouldn’t tell the truth, tell the truth
Kept the jig but I guess it didn’t work, didn’t work, yeah
Loyality the only thing that hurt thing that hurt, yeah I can’t believe it yeah, I can’t believe it nooo.(xo)
Fetty Wap lyrics
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Fifth Harmony – All In My Head (Flex) (feat. Fetty Wap) letras

Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head

I wanna flex with you baby
I’m tryna chill with you
Throwing bills at you
While we flexing boo, baby
Show me some different moves
And I love your groove
‘Cause it’s meant to be baby
Ayy, make history baby
And you the one for me
And I’m the one for you
So come flex with me, baby

Curtains like waves closing in all around us
Dimming the lights just so that they don’t blind us
So tongue and cheek when we’re laying on roses
But you’re touching my skin and it’s leavin’ me hopeless

I wanna feel you un- feel you under my body
I wanna feel you un- feel you un

Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head
Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head, yeah

Curtains like waves closing in all around us
Dimming the lights just so that they don’t blind us, no no
So tongue and cheek when we’re laying on roses
But you’re touching my skin, and you’re leaving me hopeless

I wanna feel you un- feel you under my body
I wanna feel you un- feel you un

Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head
Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing (it’s all in my head, yeah)

I want you to come flex with me, baby
You got what I want and I need it
Said you’re a bad motherfucker and I’m sayin’
They can’t flex with us and you know it
I take a hundred thousand and blow it
Ayy, another hundred tho’ on that Rover
Ayy, come flex with Zoo till it’s over
Ayy, come flex with Zoo till it’s over

I wanna feel you un- feel you under my body
I wanna feel you un- feel you un

Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head
Flex, time to impress
Come and climb in my bed
Don’t be shy, do your thing
It’s all in my head, yeah

I wanna flex with you, baby
Hey, it’s all in my head
Zoovier, baby
It’s all in my head
I wanna flex with you, baby
It’s all in my head
Baby
It’s all in my head

DJ SpinKing – Show You (feat. Fetty Wap & Monty) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I ain’t giving no lectures, I want you in my section
Put you in my direction, yeah baby
Show you love and affection, put your man on the ex list
20 thou on your necklace, yeah baby
Show you why I’m the best miss, I ain’t nothing to mess with
I just run up a check quick, yeah baby
Do anything to protect us, put his name on the death
Engrave your name on my left wrist, yeah baby
I ain’t giving no lectures, I want you in my section
Put you in my direction, yeah baby
Show you love and affection, put your man on the ex list
20 thou on your necklace, yeah baby
Show you why I’m the best miss, I ain’t nothing to mess with
I just run up a check quick, yeah baby
Do anything to protect us, put his name on the death
Engrave your name on my left wrist, yeah baby

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
I ain’t never gave a fuck about a nigga
So why the fuck I’ma start now?
All he know is going to stores and drug dealing
Gotta move the work ‘fore they run down
Watch how I roll the wood, light the herb now
ZooGang run the world now
I never knew how to turn down
Fetty Wap a brand new sound
I got 20 thou on me right now
That nigga acting wild, calm his ass down
Fetty Wap a brand new sound
Aye, I got 20 thou on me right now
That nigga acting wild, the .40 calm his ass down
Aye, ZooGang run the world now
Aye, I never knew how to turn down
Aye, yeaah baby, 1738, Fetty Wap
Montana Bucks, whoaoohooooohohooooh, yeah
[Verse 2: Montana Bucks]
She head over heels, hustling hills, you know where I stay
I’m counting these bills, keeping it real, show you the way
These niggas is snakes, we getting this cake, Versace shades
It’s me and you, what you wanna do, no time to waste
And I be thinking ’bout you when I’m far away
Got all these fucking Robins, I might fly away
That’s 6 for a pair, you know how I play
Back to back in Beamers, ain’t shit changed
Came from the hood to Hollywood
Now everywhere we go everybody look
Oh, we was down but we got it up
Getting money but that ain’t enough
Keep them Robin jeans on me
Keep a couple G’s on me
All this damn weed on me
I pull up, everything’s on me
ZooGang, 1738
ZooWap, Monty, Remy Boyz, squad!

[Hook]
I ain’t giving no lectures, I want you in my section
Put you in my direction, yeah baby
Show you love and affection, put your man on the ex list
20 thou on your necklace, yeah baby
Show you why I’m the best miss, I ain’t nothing to mess with
I just run up a check quick, yeah baby
Do anything to protect us, put his name on the death
Engrave your name on my left wrist, yeah baby
I ain’t giving no lectures, I want you in my section
Put you in my direction, yeah baby
Show you love and affection, put your man on the ex list
20 thou on your necklace, yeah baby
Show you why I’m the best miss, I ain’t nothing to mess with
I just run up a check quick, yeah baby
Do anything to protect us, put his name on the death
Engrave your name on my left wrist, yeah baby