Jay Electronica – Universal Soldier Lyrics

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[Interlude]
This is the gallant crew that rolled the big super fort
Which carried the first atomic bomb to Japan
Piloted by Colonel Paul Tibbets Jr. of Miami
Carrying Navy Captain William Parsons of Chicago
Who helped design the bomb, as observer
And Major Thomas Ferebee of Mocksville, North Carolina
Who pulled the plug on Hiroshima
The B-29 dropped its load of atomic death
Which exploded with a force equal to 20,000 tons of TNT

[Intro: J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A]
Bismillah (Bismillah)
Bismillah (Bismillah)
(A’oodhu Billaahi) A’oodhu Billaahi min al-Shaytaan ir-rajeem
Bismillah (Bismillah)
Ashadu an lâ ilâha illa-llâhWa
Ashadu anna Muhammad rasûl allâh

[Verse 1: J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A]
The son of slaves, true, I started out as a peasant (Uh-uh)
That’s why I build my temple like Solomon in the desert (Uh-uh)
The Lord is my rock, I speed dial through salat
My trials in the fiery crucible made me hot
I glow like embers of coal, born with a touch of gold
My mathematical theology of rhymin’ a touch the soul
I spent many nights bent off Woodford
Clutchin’ the bowl, stuffin’ my nose
Some of the cons, I suffered for prose
My poetry’s livin’ like the God that I fall back on
And all praises due to Allah for such a illustrious platform
The teachers of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad’s my backbone
When I spit, the children on the mothership bow on a platform
The true history of Jesus comin’ to age
I wore a ski mask and glove to the masquerade
Uh, I got the Roc on my shoulder (It’s the Roc)
Somebody should’ve told you, I’m a motherfuckin’ universal soldier

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Back when Emory Jones was catchin’ the fed’ charge
I knew less about Chessimar
All about Pablo Escobar
Thinkin’ I was the last one Allah would lay his blessings on
I was trying not to end up like Tony in the restaurant
Now I’m the general of the geechie army
What don’t kill us make us stronger, that’s Nietzsche on me
Hot boy like I’m B.G., that Fiji on me
We done ducked them fed’ charges, now we eatin’ confit
Le fric, c’est chic
That guilt trip ain’t gon’ work, don’t put your luggage on we
You ain’t keep the same energy for the du Pont’s and Carnegie’s
We was in your cotton fields, now we sittin’ on Bs, on me

[Outro: James Blake]
Save my soul
Save me from myself
Save my soul

K. Forest – Tenderness Lyrics

[Hook]
I could make you feel right, you know
You know (you know)
I could make you feel right, you know
You know (you know)
I could make you feel good, you know
Good good, you know (so good)
I could make you feel good, you know
You know

[Verse 1]
Pretty lady, please don’t stop smiling
You have the perfect look and it gets me excited
I have so much to say though I’m in silence
Imperfection is perfect don’t mind it
You think dirty, dirty I have faith in me at your request
If we’re dirty, dirty I’d rather show and say less
Pretty girls never complain when the pain comes
I get you fiji water wet
When the rain’s done
I got you calling out for God
There’s a holy power
All this sweat is like I dived in your waterfall

[Hook]
I could make you feel right, you know
You know (you know)
I could make you feel right, you know
You know (you know)
I could make you feel good, you know
Good good, you know (so good)
I could make you feel good, you know
You know

[Verse 2]
Shotgun riding all for you darling
Goosebumps are Iike grip when I’m caressing your body
Can’t let you go that easy
Can’t let you trick then treat me
What we spent can’t be briefly
What we spend can’t be brief
Hair down, kicked up, shopping
Looking for the retail
Hoping that they have your size
You always pay attention to the details
I wanna know how your day was
‘Cause all I, am aware of, is how much you put in
How much you put in

Baby Keem – A New Day Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Spend two hundred on a bitch, huh, I feel like I’m rich, huh
She think that I’m famous, she wanna f**k, I’m faded
She wanna f**k ’cause she think I’m on TV, woah, pussy wet like Fiji, woah
Don’t think that I need you, woah, skrt off, you won’t see me (Yeah)

[Chorus]
It’s a new day, different bitch
It’s a new day (Yeah), different bitch
It’s a new day, different bitch
It’s a new day, different bitch

[Verse]
Made my bitch bad (No), I think I’m sorry (Yeah)
Nah, I’m not sorry (No), okay, fine, sorry
Twin turbo with a Benz and a jeep, I sit and laugh
I think I’m cool, my closet full (Yeah)
Woah, I’m just foolin’ with your bands now, can’t be out of town
Turbulence with all my friends now, that ho like my swag
When I f**k, I hit my dance moves (Yeah), her boyfriend a lame
I think he my biggest fan too

[Pre-Chorus]
Spend two hundred on a bitch, huh, I feel like I’m rich, huh
She think that I’m famous, she wanna f**k, I’m faded
She wanna f**k ’cause she think I’m on TV, woah, pussy wet like Fiji, woah
Don’t think that I need you, woah, skrt off, you won’t see me (Yeah)

[Chorus]
It’s a new day, different bitch
It’s a new day (Yeah), different bitch
It’s a new day, different bitch
It’s a new day, different bitch

Elujay – Situations Lyrics (feat. Trapo)

[Hook]
Said you riding with me
Is you rolling with you
I just do what it do, baby

[Verse 1: Elujay]
I don’t feel my body, limping off the liquor and shit
I passed out, and, shorty got a picture of it
She try to suck me now, started from the tip of my dick
You need some medicine, you sick, cause you ugly as shit
If I paid attention more in class I could have got a 4.0
Flipping O’s of the trees, not the coco
Everything working full circle like a roto
I could see myself poppin’ tags out in SOHO
It went down, shorty bad and her friend
She think I’m so smooth, with the D and the pen
For the cream of the crop, I be chasing these M’s
Breaking shorty down, break it down for the yams
I need some henny by the pen I ain’t polishing
Closed in, it was looking like a fish-eye
We out the country, I took a red-eye
I took an A&R down with a semi

[Hook]
Situations, situations, round the town
Situations, situations
Said you riding with me
Is you rolling with you
I just do what it do

[Verse 2: Trapo]
Situations, overthinking
Just have fun, the moment’s leaving, girl I’m tweaking
Parties usually ain’t my thing
But for some reason I commit and started tweaking
Some get violent, she get easy
Nah, I’m so Rocket, I’m so Stevie
Nah, boy this water, this so Fiji
Nah, we don’t puzzle, keep the pieces
Skip my turn, cause maybe I’m tweaking
But I feel like she’s watching me
Don’t say you’re not, I know you are
Skip my turn, cause maybe I’m tweaking
But I feel like she’s watching me
Don’t say you’re not, I know you are
Woah, shorty you tweaking again
Your daddy gon trip if you put a dent in his Benz
Let’s go out for a trip
I never been in a Benz
Yeah I got money to spend, but you got money to live, woah
I’m from the block too, but you live in the hills
Your light so fast and I’m not there so tell me how it feels
See my mouth like you flex your chain that gun go bang and then you just got killed
I know the feeling when you lose somebody real

[Outro]
So much gas in my car, so much gas in my car, situations

Roddy Ricch – Peta Lyrics

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[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to fuck up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these niggas can see us
I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
I’m probably beefing with Peta
I gotta pay her to leave her
It’s probably cheaper to keep her

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ truck, a nigga slidin’ dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin’, dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
These niggas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Nigga, I’m turning the savage up (Savage up)
Bentley, Rolls Royce in the fleet, ayy
I bet that cannon got reach
I still keep it under the seat
I pile the rubberbands for a living, I might keep the racks in a mink (Mink)
And I got Fiji on me, she mistake my Patek for the sink
I was in Dallas at V Live, honeycomb centers in the chain like a bee hive
He say he want the static with a nigga, seen him in the streets, he ain’t tryna be ’bout it, ayy
Damn all the Crippin’, it’s serious (Serious)
Blue faces in my Amiri’s (Amiri’s)
We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my baby, just curious
I just ordered up a Rolls Royce truck with the Gucci interior (Interior), ayy
When I was bending the block with the lasers out, they thought it was Christmas
Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught ’em slipping
We was working out that vacant house, God, forgive me (Forgive me)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to fuck up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these niggas can see us
I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
I’m probably beefing with Peta
I gotta pay her to leave her
It’s probably cheaper to keep her

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ truck, a nigga slidin’ dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin’, dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
These niggas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, they was wondering what Meek’d do
Yellow Lamb’, look like Pikachu
Back to back in them Roll Royce, jumpin’ out them ghosts playing peekaboo
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, see a bad bitch, I could peek-a-boo
Rolls Royce to the chopper, chopper to the jet, Cali’, a week or two
Ayy, all of that talk, it ain’t addin’ up
I’ve just been lowerin’ them ladders up
I heard they say they gon’ rob me
I hope them niggas can back it up (Back it up)
Nigga, just quit all that actin’ tough
See you, we turning our savage up (Savage up)
Swim in the racks, drip and drown, nigga
Fuck it, I’m floodin’ the Patek up (Patek up)
Fuckin’ that bitch like I’m mad at her
I never play with that pussy (Pussy)
I keep some hittas with rachets tucked
All of them killers, don’t push me (Push me)
Nigga, you balling on rookie (Rookie)
This shit is hall of fame (Fame)
I got 2 K’s, they jealous of each other, I’m treatin’ them all the same (Same)
I got too many bitches that I’m takin’ care of and they all complain (Complain)
I’m never trippin’ ’bout none of these bitches ’cause I know it’s all a game (Game)
I paid the cost for fame, I even seen my dawg show fangs
Just for the love of the money and chains
‘Member we said that we never would change
‘Member we said that we never would switch
I made the call, let ’em get hit
Way that I’m built, never could snitch
Niggas get killed, fuck ’em, we diss
Fucking with us, I took my re-up and doubled it up
Baking soda started bubbling up
They tried to throw the kid under the bus, now I’m running it up

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to fuck up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these niggas can see us
I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
I’m probably beefing with Peta
I gotta pay her to leave her
It’s probably cheaper to keep her

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ track, a nigga slidin’ dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin’, dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
These niggas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up

French Montana – Suicide Doors Lyrics

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[Intro: French Montana]
La música de Harry Fraud
Call her friend, let’s have a ménage, ooh
From the bottom, straight to the top, ooh

[Chorus: French Montana]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Who got that work? (Who got that work?)
Who got that work? (Who got that work?)
Came out the dirt (Came out the dirt)
I move that work, dawg
Your pockets hurt (Your pockets hurt)
My car got curtains (Dawg)
Her pussy squirt (Her pussy squirt)
I fucked her like a dog
Bought her pink diamonds ’cause my bitch look like a doll (Doll)
Her head so good, made me overlook all of her flaws (Flaws)
Don’t panic, I got suicidal doors on my cars (Cars)
Tell Elliot this water that I wear could look like Voss (We got that work)
I’m in Fiji, drippin’ ‘cross the globe (Box that work)
Minks and chinchillas on my niggas and my hoes (We got that work)
Yeah, took the top off for the winter like I’m Hov (We got that work)
Yeah, put the vibes all in the Sprinter for the road (Road)
Ain’t no switchin’, all my niggas stickin’ to the code (Code)
My man ‘dem, that’s my main man, get this shit in by the load (Load)
Told her put that cocaína color on her toes (On her toes)
And the bitch backed up with suicidal doors

[Chorus: French Montana & Gunna]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Before I chase a ho, I hug my baby close
Right before you blink your eye, I’m on a different coast
I’m on that pot, wrist Lucas
I direct the movies
Phantoms from the hoopties
Hah, that cash money, Juvie
That’s a wrap, doobie
I’m on the hills, Fugee
Drop top on roofies
Caesar pals with Judas, hah
Hey, you know that boy check fatal (Hey)
Why you think his face like a bagel?
Choppin’ down the work, dime a piece
My diamonds jumpin’ like Dominique (Bling)
Water blue ice, rest in peace to Eazy (Skrrt)
Choppin’ down an onion, my eyes Filipin’

[Chorus: French Montana & Gunna]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Outro: French Montana]
Call her friend, let’s have a ménage, ooh
From the bottom, straight to the top, ooh

Lil Skies – Going Off Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
It’s a lot of kings in this room, (Nigga)
In the room (Room)

[Chorus]
It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

[Verse 1]
Big body Benz blowin’ gas out the roof
Nigga think it’s sweet until I punched him in his tooth
We’re some real steppers, really goin’ with the mood
He thought he had the juice until he came up on the news
No cap, I was born with the drip
I tell them niggas come and get me, I ain’t runnin’ from shit
My broski keep a Glock 30 just to unload a clip
He ain’t shootin’ shots to miss if he bust it’s a rip
Real hot boy like Wayne and ’em, I’m on my grind
Bitch told me I’m a lunatic, I’m out my mind
Got them diamonds Fiji in my mouth, you see me shine
Niggas leechin’, tryna stick to me like porcupine

[Post-Chorus]
You was loyal and then you turned fake (Fake)
I don’t want none of your love, I’d rather stack cake (Rather stack cake)
I don’t make none of this up, stay with a straight face (Stay wiht a straight face)
Foreign stepper on my sneaker, that’s a cool ape (Ape)

[Chorus]
It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

[Verse 2]
Diamond choker chain, could’ve fucked her in the pool
I dropped out of college to sell weed then hit the stu’
Mad because I made it and it didn’t work for you
My bitch stay in Chanel, she don’t wear no Jimmy Choo
We ran up them numbers, being us, fuck being cool
I ain’t sell my soul, I stayed the same, my team the truth
What you know about gettin’ that work, makin’ it poof?
Bitch we smokin’ gas, that’s why we ain’t puffing on the Juul

[Chorus]
It’s a lot of kings in the room (In the room)
I’ve been gettin’ money, I don’t care what they assume (I don’t care what they assume)
I’ve been going off like I don’t got nothin’ to lose (Got nothin’ to lose)
We’ve been makin’ hits since like 1992 (1992)
I wasn’t alive, but I still was making moves (Moves)
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes (I am not these other dudes)
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon (Went to the moon)
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do (This is what I do)
You’re fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you (Only put the blame on you)

[Outro]
Only put the blame on you

Usher – Gift Shop lyrics

[Intro: Usher]
(Zaytoven)
I walk up in that motherfucker like, get what you want
Ayy, let me get that
Gift shop, gift shop, yeah

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc
Got your main thing in the lip-lock
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 1: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
That foreign lil’ whip been crashed
A lot of those diamonds ain’t real
My nigga gon’ get it how he live (Yeah)
Good life, who this?
She do what she can for a Fendi bag (Yeah)
Iced out wrist, that gliss, that gliss, that gliss
Girl on my dick, my tip, my tip

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way (Add it up)
Came, came, came (To fuck it up)
Foreign whips, new Mulsanne
Kick shit, no Lui Kang

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
I put some Fiji water in a wrist watch
Then showed her how to ball like a big shark
I spent a couple thousand on her ass shots
She got all colors in the G socks
That’s a Rolex not a G-Shock (G-Shock)
I’m diggin’ in her while she got her legs locked (Got her legs locked)
We fuckin’ in the penthouse at the tip top (Oh)
Make her cum again, spend a hundred bands, new Mercedes-Benz
Gucci store again, had to let us, private when we land
I gave her a chance, gave her the advance, diamond on her hands
VVS’ dance, Off-White on the Vans, Tesla for a van
I’m rubbin’ on her skin, she gon’ let me in, we ain’t gon’ pretend
I’m her latest friend, she don’t chase her Hen’ and ain’t scared to sin
I’ma give her a lend, purse that cost a ten, help her on the rent
We just wanna win, just don’t care to spend, Gucci store again

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way
This shit, got me feelin’ like Michael
She call me her idol
She play me Tidal
She cum on arrival
But I don’t want no bridal
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Outro: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)

Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right?
Right? Right?
Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right?
Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

Waka Flocka Flame – Flava Lyrics

[Intro]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m getting money, think I’m new illuminati
All these bitches [?] our bodies
I’m doing Kamikaze in the brand new Mazi
‘fore I wanted diamonds, this shit look like [?]
Teslas all on my younger [?], he buy the [?] , he like fuck the case
We bouta buy the [?], nigga fuck the case
Spraying champagne in her fucking face
She like “Fuck, you’ve got expensive taste”
It came from [?] down in Interstate
Niggas pocket watching, wondering what I made
I keep the party rocking, better guard your face

[Hook]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga
Street money, fuck the majors nigga
Still trappin, what you need? I get it [?] nigga
I got elbowed by the Bag, pick your flava nigga

[Verse 2]
I been screaming “Fuck the rap shit”
Your favourite rapper got a fake bitch
I’m doing shows and selling bells at the same time
I’m taking business calls and trapping on the same line
[???] you can meet me at the BP
Diamonds wet like some Fiji, “Flock are you popping? you ain’t dropping CDs”
I blew [?] on wifey, she all walking bliss
I ain’t like them other crap, fuck a living legend
I get 30 racks while walking [???]
Nigga ion get mad, bitch I’m in my bag

[Hook]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga
Street money, fuck the majors nigga
Still trappin, what you need? I get it [?] nigga
I got elbowed by the Bag, pick your flava nigga

MATT OX – Messages lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, Matt OX
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Messages, yeah, I check my messages
She been textin’ me, she been trippin’, man
Think I’m chasin’ her, but I’m chasin’ bands
Ay, you not my bro, yeah, you not my mans
I got Saint Laurent, all up on my shades
And I got the Benjis, all up in my bands
All up in my pants, I’ve been hustlin’
They a bunch of lames, I can’t hang with them
And I treat your main like a side chick
I’ve been runnin’ up, they’ve been takin’ flicks
She ain’t bang with me ’til she saw my chain
On a new level, in a new lane
When she look at it, all she saw was ring
Fiji on my wrist, watch the diamonds bling
Watch the diamonds sing
Yeah that’s how I do my dance
If you’re talkin’, catch these hands
Make it out of the badlands
Spittin’ fire on the damn track
If I got the mic, I never lack
I don’t sleep, I don’t take naps
I’m just ballin’ with my squad
Yeah I swear I love my brothers
We gon’ make it to the top charts
This is only the damn start, yeah

[Outro]
Only the damn start
Messages, check my messages
People textin’ me
She been textin’ me
Messages, check my messages
People textin’ me
She been textin’ me
Check my messages
Check my messages
Messages, messages
Check my messages

MATT OX – BIG ENUFF lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, aye, yah yah yah yah, yah

[Verse]
I can’t hang with ya’ll
Ya’ll ain’t big enuff
Flippin’, whippin’, drippin’
Now we’re young and livin’
It done been a minute
Now its down to business
Now we’re young and going super saiyan
Groupies geekin’ they wanna hang
I ain’t signing a god damn thing
I be workin’ with the wave
Working on dying that’s the gang
Now these label’s callin’
I’m young and big ballin’
Now these haters fallin’
Now your girl be talkin’
Now all these haters flockin’
Every song I’m toppin’
Diamonds on me shinin’
And you know I’m grindin’
Slide up in the DM
She got a man, don’t see him
I’m in a new arena
You can’t see me I’m John Cena
I can see me, you can’t see me
Diamonds on me, Fiji
Full of money, and I’m not greedy
And my homies gon’ need me, yeah, aye

Lil Yachty – BABY DADDY lyrics

(feat. Lil Pump & Offset of Migos)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh
30, you a fool for this one
Tell your baby daddy I’m richer
Bitch, I don’t wanna sip liquor, stop tryna pressure my niggas
Just left the club, that shit was weak, grab me a hoe off the street (huh)
Wait ’till I leave, I’m finna fuck, beat it ’till I fall asleep (whoo!)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim, shoot out the roof, no aim
I want the guap, you can have fame, I make them blue hunnids sing

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two choppas with me, I don’t use no pistols (brr, ooh)
Big, fat Backwood, it look like a missile (yuh, ooh)
My bitches come when I go blow the whistle (brr)
Your girl gave me top, and then you gon’ kiss her (damn)
Yeah, I walked in and I’m drippin’, it’s Fiji (ooh)
Too much ice on me, the doctor come see me (damn)
Niggas hate on me, they wish they could be me (oh shit)
All my cars foreign and they ain’t got no ceiling (woo)
Blow two hunnid bands at night (yeah)
Show you how I’m livin’ life (ooh!)
Fuck five hoes, I ain’t got a wife (damn)
Bust down on Napoleon Dynamite (yeah)
Glacier on my neck, I don’t need a light
Pour eight in a two liter, I ain’t thinkin’ twice
Smoke twenty blunts, yeah, I’m feelin’ like a fuckin’ kite (brr)
Put my dick in her, oh shit, yeah, her pussy tight (ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Offset]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr, brr), shoot out the roof, no aim (hey!)
I want the guap, you can have fame, I made them blue hunnids sing (Offset!)

[Verse 2: Offset]
I make them blue hunnids talk (talk to me)
Pinky ring white, look like chalk (white)
I got your bitch, I just bought (bought)
How much you think in my vault? (How much?)
Chopper with the pump, it got sawed (brr)
Patek cost a hunnid, oh, Lord (Patek gang)
Diamond VVS’s, whoa, whoa (whoa)
My pockets double-stuffed, it overload (overload)
Slidin’ on your bitch in a peacoat (slide)
Super Bowl on my fist, subzero (slide)
Black Bentayga, it’s a emo (woo)
Shootin’ dice in Vegas, shoot a free-throw (whoa)
Bombs in the trap like a C4 (bombs)
Fuck her in her mouth, wanna de-load (uhh)
Bitch I’m not the sheep, I’m the big G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Go and check the peephole

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Offset]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke (woo, woo, woo, woo), he hit the plug for a free line of coke (hey)
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain (gang, gang, gang)
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins (we did)
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs (gah)
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn (brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr), shoot out the roof, no aim (brr)
I want the guap, you can have fame (guap, guap, guap), I made them blue hunnids sing (hey!)

Saweetie – EXPEN$IVE lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
Uh, I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

[Verse 1]
Here’s another anthem for the queens and for the ratchet hoes
Titanic hanging ’round my neck, I feel just like DiCaprio
Icy like the revenant, my diamonds dance like Amber Rose
Looking at these presidents, my loft look like the Pentagon
Before you come into my crib you better take yo sneakers off
Looking like I sold a brick, the D.A. won’t leave me alone
All my weave is virgin, that’s why I ain’t fucking with you hoes
All my weave is virgin, that’s why I ain’t fucking with you hoes
I’m expensive, my nigga, never friendly
Keep his side chick Nina in the glovebox of the Bentley
All these bitches envy. How many? Too many
Out in San Jose my ese move that weight comprende

[Pre-Chorus]
Fenty on my face, cocaina on my toes
Ferragamo ’round my waist, fashion nova for the clothes
Forgiattos on the Wraith, oh my god, my roof is gone
Looking like I won the race, all this gold that I got on
Is expensive

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
Uh, I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

[Verse 2]
Pablo, Chapo, Blanco, I’m Saweetie soprano
Today I might hit Fiji, Tahiti tomorrow, uh
Booking all this travel like I’m ducking narcos, uh
Tatted up my passport when tanning in Cabo
Filipino Mona Lisa, I should be in a museum
U-S-C me on them stages, gon’ be rocking coliseums
All my exes took an L, because they couldn’t carpe diem
Had me but they lost me, I would really hate to be them
I be in my bag, this Chanel hold hella racks
I be in my bag, I don’t got no time to chat
I be in my bag, stock is up, just check the stats
I be in my bag, hunneds wrapped in rubber bands

[Pre-Chorus]
Fenty on my face, cocaina on my toes
Ferragamo ’round my waist, fashion nova for the clothes
Forgiattos on the Wraith, oh my god, my roof is gone
Looking like I won the race, all this gold that I got on
Is expensive

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

Lil Baby – Leaked Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
We ain’t talked in like a week straight
I been all on the interstate
I been tryna go and get this cake
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

[Verse 1]
They thinkin’ I lost it, remind them niggas
I can get flyer than niggas
Hundred thousand in a Gucci bookbag
They thinkin’ I signed them niggas
I leveled my life up, this Rollie I got on don’t tick tock
Still on that bullshit, if you pull up on me, let the stick talk
I’m in LA with the vibes, Dane in the cut getting high
She tryna get in my ride, she tryna turn up tonight, yeah
I was running up cash, yeah, I had ran up a bag
And they started gettin’ mad, yeah
But I didn’t get mad, I just kept getting cash, yeah
And I’m in my bag, yeah, now I’m in my bag, yeah
She wanna get with me, she know that I’m sticky, but I’m in my bag now
She wasn’t fucking with me, she didn’t come around, she wishing she had now
And I’m in my bag now
I’m in the bag, the Goyard to be exact
Three hundred racks inside it, and that ain’t no cap
I could’ve bought a Wraith today, yeah yeah
I ran it up, they supposed to hate
I’m digging this lifestyle
Water drippin’ on me like I’m a faucet
The crew with me right now
You can play, just proceed with caution
I popped the wrong pill, now I’m nauseous
I need to get off this drank, it’s a problem
I took a Tesla and landed on Mars​
Lord please wake me up tomorrow

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

[Verse 2]
They know they can’t beat me, so they tryna leave me
And she tryna leave me, but I ain’t gon’ let her
Diamonds on Fiji, I’m running with QC
And Reebok endorse me, went up a new level
I’m loving this lifestyle and niggas wanna be me
I know they won’t catch up, but I ain’t gon’ let ’em
As soon as the money get up to a million, put it in the ground and then buy a new shovel
How you gon’ be in yo feelings when I’m in my feelings?
We both can’t be in our feelings
I ain’t gon’ lie when you thinkin’ I did it, I did it
It’s something ’bout your intuition
I’m telling you no lies, I’m tired of seeing you cry
Come here girl, let me wipe your eye
Everything gon’ be alright

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

Migos – Top Down On Da NAWF lyrics

[Sample]
Please help me

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF, I’m home
I can never get lost, no no
I play the field and the coach (I play the field)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 1: Quavo]
For some reason I can’t cry, cry
For some reason I am not tired
For the gang, I gotta bring it home
For my grandma watchin’ in the sky (grandma)
You probably can’t tell me nothin’
You probably gonna see me stuntin’
You probably wanna see me run
You probably wanna see me run on ’em
But I let my top down of on da NAWF (yeah, yeah)
Believe in what I did and what I saw (yeah, yeah)
Stand on my word by law(yeah, yeah)
Mama prayin’ on the devil, shake ’em off (yeah, yeah)
Boulders on my shoulder, weights on me
I will never fold up when it’s on me
Stash a whole mil’ in the backseat
Just to move them thangs down the backstreet

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I’m home
I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no
I play the field and the coach
(I done played the whole field, for real)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 2: Offset]
I done survived the gun smoke (survive)
Some of my niggas ain’t survive, God bless your soul (yeah, yeah)
The codeine eased in my mind ’cause my eyes on the road (my mind, my mind)
The Patek is rose, we hide in the flats and bandos
I’ma pull up on that nigga with the five then
If I could go back, I would whip up a pie again
I got the hood all on my back and they ready to die for him
Dope, trappin’ up out of the gym, 2Pac is above the rim (devoted)
Watchin’ me like I am a film, they want the chips, the drip
The sauce, my hoe, I look at the niggas like shrimp
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t come from the NAWF (NAWF)
85 nawf the route (yeah) and I’m not leavin’ ’em out (nah)
Yeah, shippin’ ’em out (ship), don’t let the money run out (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Top down on da NAWF, I’m home
I can never get lost (I can never get loss), no, no
I play the field and the coach (I played the field)
And they know, that’s why I’m Huncho

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
No question we come from the NAWF, they know we the boss (NAWF)
Only site, no map involved, I cannot get lost (no)
And we know you flaw, everything you say is false (false)
I’ma scrape his jaw, pay the ticket, you get off
No navigation needed or GPS at all (no)
My neck and wrist conceited, full of Fiji and it costs (ice)
Mirror, mirror, who the richest niggas of ’em all? (Mirror)
The mirror spoke to me and said, “No cap, I think it’s y’all”
Takeoff

[Outro: Quavo]
In the night time, we can ride then
I’ma slide on that bitch outside then (slide, slide)
I’ma make sure my wrist all iced in (ice)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist on fire then (fire)
I’ma make sure my wrist outside (outside)
I’ma make sure my wrist outside then (outside, yeah)
Have you ever swam with sharks in the deep blue, huh?
Ever been in the dark when there is no sun, huh?
Ever been on the NAWF with hundred round drum?
With a hundred round drum (NAWF, yeah)
Drum (NAWF, yeah) drum
Pull up on me, show me outside then (yeah)
Pull up on me, show me let it fly then
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ohhh (NAWF)

Lil Pump – Boss lyrics

[Intro & Producertag]
Diablo murder
Ooh, yeah
Lil Pump!
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (brr)
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (trap)
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, (ooh)
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh

[Verse]
Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
Fuck a nigga bitch, don’t care, damn
Throwing up racks in the air, damn
Told that bitch “Lil Pump, yeah, ooh”, damn
I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me shit
Pop 4 Xans then I fucked a nigga’s bitch
Never went to school cause I was always flippin’ bricks, ayy
Yeah, I came up with the sauce, damn
Yeah, I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top, damn
Gave my mom 2 Glocks, damn
Everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and it’s Fiji, ooh, damn
Everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and it’s Fiji, ooh

[Chorus]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah

Tee Grizzley – Jettski Grizzley (feat. Lil Pump) lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, Eskeetit!
Helluva made this beat, baby
Eskeetit!

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley & Lil Pump]
If I catch an opp in traffic he gon catch the K
Hope he know that when I shoot I’m tryna catch his face (oh)
Called my plug like which bag I’m bout to catch today (oh)
I got 200 on that rolls, you can’t catch the wraith (Esketit!)
I’m in love with my bitch ass cheeks (oh)
Told her hold my lap was her assigned seat (yeah)
He gon’ choke her out if he found out I had her choking (wow)
And my watch mil’, you a drone, my AP the ocean (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Esketit!
Please don’t call me Pump my name Jetski (Jetski)
Million dollars cash, just laying in the bedsheets
All your jewelry fake, boy, that shit don’t impress me (nope)
Got a AP, sip lean don’t drink candy (oh)
Tag team a bitch pass her to the bro (ohh)
Ex-bitch a hoe I had to let her go (let her go)
Had her suck my dick for a line of coke (oh)
Spent 20 thousand on a rain coat (huh)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
She looked at my wrist, she had a heart attack
Bitch you in ya house, shakin’ shit just like a runnin’ back
Gave your bitch good dick, had her doing jumpin’ jack
2 mill, 8 mill, man I want it all cash
20 on my gucci fit (ohh), yeah I got a thick bitch
All you niggas counterfeit
Spanish hoe she with the shits
I put 10 bricks on a Lyft (ohh)
Too much hoes I cannot pick
Don’t know which one I should hit (ohh)

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
I might fly the jet to Waikiki (G5)
3500 for the sweater cuz it’s GG (gucci!)
Hit her in the shower, made that bitch do the mini-me
Me and Jetski dripping on a bitch, neck on fiji (water)
Watch really hittin’, ain’t no funny camera tricks (ain’t no app)
Gettin’ chewed up by my lil’ hispanic bitch (como estas)
No you can’t spend the night
Don’t bring your pajamas bitch
And whoever don’t like it suck my dick with extra spit, bitch (Booah)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (booah)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

Travis Scott – Nothing But Net (feat. Young Thug & PARTYNEXTDOOR) lyrics

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
I might use the bitch for a coupe
I might lease the bitch to the strippers
Pistol was a rooster
Aye, jet

[Hook: Partynextdoor]
Fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side
We don’t play that shit
Grab your girl, tell your bitch to quit playin’
Later we gon’ play that shit
It’s all good, it’s alright
Plenty bitches down to ride
And if it all goes down

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Abc, about to cum
She like children on her tum’
I come red like I’m a narc
Inhalin’ kush with my lungs
Covered in green like a fuckin’ iguana
End of the day I’m the mo’fuckin’ boss
Like the fuckin’ your honor
I got Travi$ Scott inside the spot
And he leanin’ like a mothafucka
I feed bitches rocks, and load the Glocks
And now she feinin’ like a mothafucka
Her ass fat so she teachin’ like a mothafucka
Booty call, nigga greasier than a mothafucka
Hey, I wanna eat the little mothafucka
Icy water, Fiji, mothafucka

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
I might use the bitch for a coupe
I might lease the bitch to the strippers
Pistol was a rooster
Aye, jet

[Hook: Partynextdoor]
Fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side
We don’t play that shit
Grab your girl, tell your bitch to quit playin’
Later we gon’ play that shit
It’s all good, it’s alright
Plenty bitches down to ride
And if it all goes down

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Nothin’ but net
Nothin’ but net
Nothin’ but net
Nothin’ but net

[Verse 2: Travi$ Scott]
Last call, last call for the weed and alcohol
Last call for you to slip out them drawers
Girl I need it right now, get your ass in this stall
We ain’t got time to stall
These niggas got me pissed off
Sippin’ so long, girl I’m pissin’ Cristal
Sippin’ and swervin’
My words don’t know if I crashed into a pool or her jaw
Pops never home, left a long term
On the back when a lil’ nigga had to sit and deal with
Loner turned rock star, nigga, under the moon
Got the world in my palm, ’bout to rub her pussy with it
When you dominate it come with digits
Let her see the Tempur-Pedic
Bend it over, beat it, skeet it
Then delete it, then repeat it
Then repeat it, then she told me…

Travis Scott – Beibs In The Trap (feat. NAV) lyrics

[Intro: NAV]
That coca

[Chorus: NAV]
I just poured an 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I’m with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off Molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo
Bitch, close the door, there’s shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’ma get more
Yeah, I’ma get more
Bitch, close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’ma get more
Yeah, I’ma get more

[Verse 1: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Got a white bitch sniffin’ on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch looking for a phone, I ain’t seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix, I’m poured up and I’m leanin’
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
‘Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a ho, you need to let go
She fucked all my bros, she’s snorting the snow (that coca)
Now she’s touching her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon’ get locked for sure
She said she want more
Fuck it, I’ma get more (I’ma get more)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night-night (yah!)
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy (yah, yah)
Help me, please, beast, beast it (yah!)
Bite me, ride me (yah!)
Strike me, indict me (yah, yah)
Sniper, swiper, rapper, trapper (ooh, yah!)
I’m—lit—, light (yah!)—ning— (yah, bitch, yah)
White—bitch (bitch)—, she thick (bitch)
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo (ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed (yah, yah)
Crazy Girls got it popping, AOD got it popping (yah, yah)
Tryna text my accountant
Ain’t no service in the mountains (straight up)
Won’t you come to the bottom?
Know you heard a lot about ’em (yah!)
Heard they take that, then they change like a mood ring (yah, yah!)
I watched ’em take that, then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo (ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed (ooh)

[Chorus: NAV & Travis Scott]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I’m with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off Molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo
Bitch, close the door, there’s shit on your nose (ooh, that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more (ooh)
So I’ma get more (ooh)
Yeah, I’ma get more (ooh)
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose (ooh)
She said she want more (ooh)
She said she want more (ooh)
So I’ma get more
Yeah, I’ma get more (ooh)

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Ooh-ah

Swae Lee – Guatemala (feat. Slim Jxmmi) lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God
Mally Mall

[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
It was way more than a two dollar holla
Stole your heart like Ali Baba (oh, your heart)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (on my phone last night)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (‘temala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (goin’ under)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Baby, when you laughin’, is it ’cause you feel an excellent vibe? (Ooh, ooh)
That was just a fraction of the good, love I provide (ooh, ooh)
See some niggas talkin’ on the side, can you keep that silent? (Keep that quiet)
Maybe sayin’ somethin’ but you didn’t mean nothin’ by it
Took her to the room, in other words, kept that private (kept that private)
She was my heartbreak, I told her keep those violets (ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (Guatemala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (freshwater)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Flew in on a jet, what’s that? Stylish
Take another sip, then get superpowers (woah, oh, oh)
If she got the hots for me, then dammit, I’m buyin’ (I’m, I’m buyin’)
I’ve got more pull than him and him combined (him combined)
Pourin’ out dreams, ’cause we’re really this high (really that high)
I just had my hand on her hip, she had her eyes on the prize (eyes on the prize)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (Guatemala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (freshwater)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Seatbelt, she roller coaster ridin’
Put you on a plane, been thinkin’ ’bout it
Sippin’ on Fiji, yeah, you taste like water (hey, hey)
Chasin’ me, tryna make me your partner (tryna make me your partner)
Maybe we can lock in later on (yeah)
I can’t guarantee I’ll fall (fall)
Baby, we should lock in later on (hey)
I can’t guarantee my heart (hey)
Baby, don’t take too, too long (too long)
I ain’t ever miss my mark (my mark)
Yeah, my ex-girl had to move on (on)
There’s no pictures on the wall (ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it at my house, let’s keep this private (keep this private)
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (‘temala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (goin’ under)

CupcakKe – Quiz lyrics

Never lookin’ at the cost
Money fillin’ up the vault (Uh)
My word be the law (Uh)
Bitches scary like Saw (Uh-ahh!)
Let it be known, if a bitch act grown
I’m coming strapped up like a bra (brrrah!)
She tried, but the bitch failed
Like I forgot to put down the salt (Yeah!)

A ‘hunnid on the eway
Shotgun in the briefcase
Spill a bitch brains, look like raspberry cheesecake (B-b-b-boom!)
I got so much money up on the line
I had to put that shit on three-way (Brrring!)
Up in your dm, ain’t nobody buying (Hey!)
Now you sell pussy on ebay

Bitches ain’t no shit (no!)
Sticky fingers, I’m slick (I’m slick!)
Niggas claim that they charged up
But got a whole shortage in they dick (fuck)
Check stubs look lit (What?)
Money double like Twix (it do)
Fuckers dunno who they wanna be
Like they’re playing in the movie “Split”

The tea that I sip, it burn lip
Fly lil’ bitch with my name on a blimp
What the man know I’m hot, check temp (woo!)
Bitches be fucking for a box of shrimp (okay!)

That could never be me
Niggas thirsty, drink some Fiji
Wrist, ice be so creamy
So we name it [?] Edy’s

How the fuck your inches longer than your money?
(How? How? How? How?)
How you hittin’ stains, with stains in your undies?
(How? How? How? How?)

Hoes claim they the realest
I’m like kill it, don’t get me started
Be the same bitches that lie and
Blame it on other people like they farted (Stank ass!)

Uber pull through the drive-thru
I’m tryna get me some Popeyes
Bought like twenty wings
You would think I’m ’bout to split it with Five Guys (I’m hungry!)
Might buy the Uber man some, it depends on how the line fly
Or he could keep the 50 Cent change
Get rich or die tryin’

I get no days off
Your dick is way soft
My niggas droppin’ them pounds off like they into weight loss (Woo!)
Ball hard, but I hate golf
Switch on me, that may cost
Nigga said he wanna see me but he’s broke
Might as well be Ray Charles

‘Cause you ain’t seein’ me
Don’t give a fuck who you be (no!)
Everything custom that you see
Made my jacket Spike Lee (dem spikes!)
Money all on the floor but I clean it off for your nigga neat [?]
I told him spell my name with his tongue
That’s Akeelah and the Bee (Uhh!)

Giggity, giggity
Bitches is silly, gee
All of my enemies try to get rid of me
I got the victory, shotgun big as me
Watch your step ’cause the blood’s so slippery

I’m that popular demand
Better pussy smell like ham
Got that money, Uncle Sam
Scam my nigga like Joanne (Wooo!)

How the fuck your inches longer than your money?
(How? How? How? How?)
How you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies?
(How? How? How? How?)

XXXTENTACION – Red Light! lyrics

[Intro]
Ughhh
Ronny J on the beat, bitch!
Haha, aye, uh, uh
Aye aye

[Verse]
Red light, let that bitch go at the red light (aye)
Big bite, bet that bitch bite like a great white (yuh)
Fistfight, uh, can’t do that, we tote them dicks like (aye)
Gunfight, know that this ain’t what you want
Yes, I’m drippin’ like I’m Fiji, huh
My wrist froze, I’m freezin’, huh
I made this shit look easy, huh
On your fridge, no Jesus, huh
Like slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap
Okay, like, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap
Okay, like jet, uh, private jet
I’m gettin’ neck, I’m gettin’ checks
And she throw that ass right back ’cause I’m a vet
Okay, my neck, bling, chandelier
Aye, bitch, look right here
Okay, my diamonds sing, crystal clear (cleaaaaaaaaar)
Okay, like, that bitch, she dinner
No Master Splinter, I hit that bitch with the wood, aye
No, I’m not Courage, but I got some courage
I’ll pull up and make that bitch twerk, aye!

[Outro]
Oh, it’s- it’s finished already? Haha

Swae Lee – Guatemala lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God
Mally Mall

[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
It was way more than a two dollar holla
Stole your heart like Ali Baba (oh, your heart)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (on my phone last night)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (‘temala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (goin’ under)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Baby when you laughin’ is it ’cause you feel an excellent vibe? (Ooh, ooh)
That was just a fraction of the good, love I provide (ooh, ooh)
See some niggas talkin’ on the side, can you keep that silent? (Keep that quiet)
Maybe sayin’ somethin’ but you didn’t mean nothin’ by it
Took her to the room, in other words kept that private (kept that private)
She was my heartbreak, I told her keep those violets (ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (Guatemala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (freshwater)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Flew in on a jet, what’s that? Stylish
Take another sip, then get superpowers (woah, oh, oh)
If she got the hots for me, then dammit, I’m buyin’ (I’m, I’m buyin’)
I’ve got more pull than him and him combined (him combined)
Pourin’ out dreams, ’cause we’re really this high (really that high)
I just had my hand on her hip, she had her eyes on the prize (eyes on the prize)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (Guatemala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (freshwater)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Seatbelt, she roller coaster ridin’
Put you on a plane, been thinkin’ ’bout it
Sippin’ on Fiji, yeah, you taste like water (hey, hey)
Chasin’ me, tryna make me your partner (tryna make me your partner)
Maybe we can lock in later on (yeah)
I can’t guarantee I’ll fall (fall)
Baby, we should lock in later on (hey)
I can’t guarantee my heart (hey)
Baby, don’t take too, too long (too long)
I ain’t ever miss my mark (my mark)
Yeah, my ex-girl had to move on (on)
There’s no pictures on the wall (ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it at my house, let’s keep this private (keep this private)
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (‘temala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (goin’ under)

Rich The Kid – Made It Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we coming nigga
Broke ass nigga
Broke ass, bitch ass boy
Hoe ass nigga

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might pull the Bentley out (skrr)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no handouts (rich)
I’m a flock and she a bird (brr)
Whole team Rich Forever, that’s my word (huh)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same bougie bitches calling now they stalking me (stupid bitch)
All I know I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag), ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em on a stretcher (stretcher)
She too extra (extra), don’t do lectures (no)
That’s Alisha or Alexa? (or what?)
Rich Forever bitch we got them extras (lil’ bitch, huh)
Bitch I’ve been balling, no reason (no reason)
Fuck her one time then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds as clear as the TV (whoa)
My water, my wrist is on Fiji
Money too tall like grown up (grown up)
Might pull out the Masi do donuts (skrr)
She suck me, my pockets so swole up (whoa)
You getting too close, bitch hold up (hold up)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 3: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it til’ they make it (hey)
They need to stick to the basics
Gotta show out, drop a bag I’m in aces
Diamonds froze now yeah my chain different races (chain different races)
I’ma spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (never relations)
With the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks it’s amazing (it’s amazing)
Why you flexing with packs, we gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (out the basement)
We been trapping, make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I’m racing (skrr)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it (erase it)
All these broke niggas talking can’t take it (can’t take it)
We gon’ pull up throw shots like the Matrix (grra)
Hood fave with the clutch like game set (hey)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

Gucci Mane – Solitaire lyrics

Burr
I’m out n*gger
It’s your worst nightmare
Glacier
Ha

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in a cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
4 mil for the crib, 1.5 just to keep me chill (1.5)
To my neighbors here, Jack and Jill, still trot up the hill (through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin’ Aquafina glass, crystal clear
Ice there, ice here, I just iced the atmosphere

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Huncho
I’m walkin’ real light (walk)
It’s somethin’ like skatin’ on ice (skate)
Yo hoe wanna f*ck my vibe (sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Try the gang, and we dumpin’ (dump)
Glacier Boy it’s a global warmin’ (yeah)
Everybody wanna come join in (gang)
Niggas born in, and ain’t sworn in

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire (huh)
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of solitaires (Wop)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires (mwah)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Bitch I don’t play no solitaire, I’m a f*ckin’ millionaire
Trap stars everywhere (trap)
Bad hoes everywhere (bad)
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that’s no lie
Left wrist, all Piguets, I put it in the sky

[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
Burr, burr
All my stones single me, they ain’t with the mingling
Damn that’s Mr. [?], but we ain’t with that kinky sh*t
Wop be on that Nicki sh*t, my whole clique robbin’
Lookin’ at the robbers like, “Y’all ain’t finna take sh*t”
Glacier Boy, amazin’ sh*t, yeah jeweler ain’t up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I’m jealous of my own wrist
If you ain’t spend a million yet, you probably won’t agree with this
[?]
(Gucci!)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wop, ha

Gucci Mane – Solitaire (feat. Migos & Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Burr
I’m out pussy
It’s your worst nightmare
Glacier
Ha

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in a cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?]
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
4 mil for the crib, 1.5 just to keep me chill (1.5)
To my neighbors here, Jack and Jill, still trot up the hill (through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin’ Aquafina glass, crystal clear
Ice there, ice here, I just iced the atmosphere

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Huncho
I’m walkin’ real light (walk)
It’s somethin’ like skatin’ on ice (skate)
Yo hoe wanna fuck my vibe (sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Try the gang, and we dumpin’ (dump)
Glacier Boy it’s a global warmin’ (yeah)
Everybody wanna come join in (gang)
Niggas born in, and ain’t sworn in

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire (huh)
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?] (Wop)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires (mwah)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Bitch I don’t play no solitaire, I’m a fuckin’ millionaire
Trap stars everywhere (trap)
Bad hoes everywhere (bad)
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that’s no lie
Left wrist, all Piguets, I put it in the sky

[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
Burr, burr
All my stones single me, they ain’t with the mingling
Damn that’s Mr. [?], but we ain’t with that kinky shit
Wop be on that Nicki shit, my whole clique robbin’
Lookin’ at the robbers like, "Y’all ain’t finna take shit"
Glacier Boy, amazin’ shit, yeah jeweler ain’t up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I’m jealous of my own wrist
If you ain’t spend a million yet, you probably won’t agree with this
[?]
(Gucci!)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of [?]
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wop, ha

Jay Critch – Go Off Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey!
Yeah, aye, damn
Talk Money Gang, ’30 Gang
BK- Way, nah
Aye Jay Critch Hood Fave(Hey!)

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Verse 1]
I told her relax, cut the hoe off
I walk in the Sak’s buy the whole store
She throw it back, can’t take no more
She don’t know how to act, imma show her
Move right where I’m from it get real
Act right, shit got me on tilt
Pop a nigga like I’m cracking a {?]
My niggas popping and cracking for real
These bitches watching my pockets, chill
Talking bout hoes I got options, kill
You be with it trying to cop a feel
These niggas talking they Dr. Phil

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Verse 2]
I ran up a sack, I told y’all
Aye, Bentley coupe pulling up with a model
Living like a nigga hitting the lotto
Mixing LA cookie with the gelato
Fresh brick, sippin’ straight out the bottle
Get rich nigga you know the motto
Rich hoe and she suck and she swallow
When you start getting money they follow
Hitting juggs, niggas ducking the five-o
Strap on a Ducati full throttle
She ride a dick, little thottie full throttle
Birds singing like Demi Lovato
Big strap, just send me the auto
Click clack, you was talking to prado
Get back, you ain’t made for that drama
Split that, put you in a sauna
Ya dig that, streets hot like a sauna
Big facts, I ran off with them commas
I think that I need a Rari no Honda
You gon sink fast playing around in that water

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

Rich The Kid – Bands Lyrics

[Hook – Mally Bandz]
Cause I’m the man
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
We ain’t shaking hands (nooo)
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
If you want extra, I told her to bring a friend
She wanna sit, now she sleeping of a xan
This heat on me gon give you a tan
We don’t do no flexing on the gram
She ain’t ask no questions, just got in
All I did was text and hit again
What the fuck you in here for ain’t tryna win
Diamonds look a waterfall and they blinding them
Get here looking lost, you misguide them
Every year as soon I got in

[Verse 1 – Melo Guyzer]
On the gram talking greasy
I’m out on you like 3d
Designer dripping like Fiji
Lowkey, nigga wanna be me
Get that money, thats the basics
Whole lotta blue faces
Taking trips out to the Vegas
Fucking bitches, different races
This lean got me in the Matrix
Cookie [?], I
Going gorilla, going ape shit
Then I pull up in the big fit
Baby girl, she was fiending
So I ran up in Nemans
I spend what you niggas dreaming
She wanna glizzy, she a demon
I got in on me, I run it now
Fucking everybody like furniture
Boy, your in trouble with the Punisher
I saw [?] like coroner
I wanna run it up bands
Now you bro, I ain’t no mans
My bro pop you like xan
He the homie, he cool like a fan

[Hook – Mally Bandz]
Cause I’m the man
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
We ain’t shaking hands (nooo)
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
If you want extra, I told her to bring a friend
She wanna sit, now she sleeping of a xan
This heat on me gon give you a tan
We don’t do no flexing on the gram
She ain’t ask no questions, just got in
All I did was text and hit again
What the fuck you in here for ain’t tryna win
Diamonds look a waterfall and they blinding them
Get here looking lost, you misguide them
Every pack I get year as soon I got in

[Verse 2 – Rich the Kid]
I told that bih please don’t complain
Hoe, this a bentley, not a range
I’m tryna fuck, I’m kicking game
Oh that’s your boyfriend, he a lame
Everything, straight flooded
Double cup, still money
One around hunnid
I was broke, came from nothing
She wanna hop in
I fucking her sister, her best friend
They accusing each other, they lesbian
The pussy licking when they [?] in

[Hook – Mally Bandz]
Cause I’m the man
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
We ain’t shaking hands (nooo)
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
If you want extra, I told her to bring a friend
She wanna sit, now she sleeping of a xan
This heat on me gon give you a tan
We don’t do no flexing on the gram
She ain’t ask no questions, just got in
All I did was text and hit again
What the fuck you in here for ain’t tryna win
Diamonds look a waterfall and they blinding them
Get here looking lost, you misguide them
Every year as soon I got in

Snoop Dogg – Dis Finna Be A Breeze

[Intro: Ha Ha Davis]
Okay, out here in Cali
Smoking on this green that look like Luigi
I got my Fiji, I’m finna take your girl to the water
Dis finna be a breeze!

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Yard full of grass, raking up dough
Still on my shit who I’m makin’ it fo?
House on the hills with the lake in the fron’
Old ass nigga should be takin’ it slow
So what?
No, what yo cut ain’t mine
Nigga get up off my line
I’m back to the basics
Tracing shit
Gangbang nigga with the basic shit
Real P.I. with amazing spits
So I never ever never have to chase a bitch
Dig it, and I came wit it
And your only hoe might get it, admit it
Locked in, locked out
Talk shit, get socked out
See, these is G’s
And this is finna be a breeze

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze
And my keys
And my trees
Dis finna be a breeze
Yeah
Dis finna be a breeze
Music please
And my keys
And my trees

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Picture me sitting in my throne alone
L.B.C. yeah I’m on the moon
Zone to zone, I’ll roam in Rome
Solid as a rock, etched in stone
Retriever, retriever
Catch the bone
Big dog, baby
The rest are clones
Bass go boom with the baritone
Clearing shit up like a claritone
I’m really home, I’m barely gone
Look at my eyes, I’m really blown
Peoples is ready for me to rap
But I just took a whole bone to the neck
No sweat on the set
Sprinter van to the jet
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze
And my keys
And my trees
Dis finna be a breeze
Yeah
Dis finna be a breeze
Music please
And my keys
And my trees

[Outro: Ha Ha Davis]
*coughing*
Fuck, whatchu got me on?
I thought dis was finna be a breeze
You got me on my knees begging God, please
For my soul back
I’m fried!