Lil Tjay – Brothers (Remix) Lyics

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[Intro: Lil Tjay]
Big bag don’t mean everything wavy (JD on tha Track)
I got 99 problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady (ProtegeBeatz)
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu’ every day, can’t be lazy

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
I be shittin’, I make it look easy
I was innocent, they ain’t believe me
Ain’t no lie, I be seein’ illusions
I can’t figure who real, it’s confusin’
I can’t wait to get used to this lifestyle
I remember, it could’ve been lights out
Bitches see me and scream, “Lil Tjay”
Had to fuck up the spot for my b-day
Hit the ‘telly and catch me a BJ
Fuck this love, I don’t want me a skeezay
Give her dick, now she feel like she need me
I’m too high, always smokin’ on GG
Bankroll, had to stack my chips (Bankroll)
SB, I’ma jack my shit (SB)
I know these niggas gon’ hate me
I’ve been workin’ hard, driving me crazy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Big bag don’t mean everything wavy
I got 99 problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu’ every day, can’t be lazy

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Losin’ my cousin, that shit got me two-faced
When I look up, I be fightin’ new case
I stayed in that ghetto so I had a roommate
Auntie fightin’ cancer, know that she losin’
Single parent, I depend on my mama
Life in jail, I can’t depend on my father
Streets for real, I depend on my choppa
Streets for real, they start runnin’ from walkin’
My soul hurt, my soul hurt
The streets say they fuckin’ with the old Durk
Mixed my Percs with the cough syrup
Made her suck my dick ’til the jaws hurt
I’ma say cap when the bitch start choosin’
I’m in the trap with a whole lotta Uzis
I blew me a bag when I took her to Gucci
Got free clothes, I was fuckin’ with a booster
My life changed fast, my homie turned to a rat
I’d rather be snake, that’s slatt (That’s slatt)
He a straight ho, that nigga pussy, he cap
That nigga pussy, he cap, oh
I vouch to be the streets
Vouch to kill all my enemies, yeah
I vouch to keep the peace
You don’t want war, stay out the streets, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Outro: Lil Tjay]
Lil Tjay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

6ix9ine – TIC TOC lyrics

Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She on my drip drop
She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops and opps
Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock
Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart
Everything up to par

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waikiki
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC’s
Neck and ears, you see them VV’s
On my jeans, you see them GG’s
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

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?)

Shy Glizzy – Make It Out

[Intro]
Rest in peace YC, you with me forever
GG, gang gang gang, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ooh I think she like me, I don’t blame her, why not?
A nigga stay icy and a nigga stay strapped
And plus I’m really swaggin’ and she know I got racks
He be acting like a faggot, he won’t ever get her back
I used to see that Bentley and I said one day I’ll drive it
I used to think a million was a lot until I got it
My bitch actin’ suspicious and she say she gettin’ tired
But every time she see this dick somehow she get excited
Now I’m on the west coast, I’m riding up through Compton
Seen your ass at A-O-D, you wasn’t blowin’ nothing
Let a nigga play with me and GG get to dumpin’
Hangin’ out the G Wag’, look at him, he stunting

[Chorus]
Say ma, come on let’s love on each other
I can ease your mind, help you get over your lover
Told my niggas that I love ’em, we gon’ ride for each other
I got one and only brother, we both down for each other
All my niggas they gon’ ride for me
I got some bad bitches that’s gon’ drive for me
If they fuck with bitch niggas they play hide and seek
Tell me can a young nigga make it out the streets?

[Verse 2]
Yeah I been that nigga way before I got rich
I robbed a lot of niggas way before I got rich
I fucked a lot of bitches way before I got rich
Young nigga sold a brick way before he got rich
If I told my niggas hit they gon’ come blow off your shit
Unload extended clips, that shit be poppin’ off the wrist
I got a lil bitch, she be boppin’ on the dick
Baddest bitch I ever seen, she got them lips you gotta kiss
Please excuse my language, don’t mean to offend no strangers
Just look at me, I’m famous and that’s why I’m armed and dangerous
She used to the complainers, ooh she like when I restrain her
Say she gon’ hold me down, yeah that’s my bae, that’s my retainer

[Chorus]
Say ma, come on let’s love on each other
I can ease your mind, help you get over your lover
Told my niggas that I love ’em, we gon’ ride for each other
I got one and only brother, we both down for each other
All my niggas they gon’ ride for me
I got some bad bitches that’s gon’ drive for me
If they fuck with bitch niggas they play hide and seek
Tell me can a young nigga make it out the streets?

Shy Glizzy – Keep It Goin’

[Intro]
Young Jefe holmes

[Chorus]
This shit can get stressful, you ain’t where you wanna be
Gotta take them risks if you ain’t got no way to eat
And don’t wait on nobody ’cause tomorrow ain’t guaranteed
You gotta keep it goin’, keep it goin’ just like a G
I was chasing after you and now you chasing after me
Who would ever thought that I would be the one you need?
Girl they call me Jefe, spell it J-E-F-E
You gotta keep it goin’, keep it goin’ just like a G

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout all the shit I did and all the fuck niggas I had to meet
All the bitches I hit and when I see ’em now we don’t speak
I’m thinkin’ about my kid, how rich and handsome he gonna be
I’m thinkin’ about my crib, how big is my mansion gonna be?
Tryna knock me off my throne, I’m here to tell you know you won’t
Tell they ass get on, they was hatin’ all along
Rob niggas for their phones, stole clothes and broke in homes
Real trapper talkin’ dimes to a whole jawn
She told me I stay fly, baby I don’t even try
I heard niggas was hatin’, they don’t even know why
You say you I ain’t getting money, you’s a motherfuckin’ lie
Middle fingers to the sky, all these fuck niggas gon’ die

[Chorus]
This shit can get stressful, you ain’t where you wanna be
Gotta take them risks if you ain’t got no way to eat
And don’t wait on nobody ’cause tomorrow ain’t guaranteed
You gotta keep it goin’, keep it goin’ just like a G
I was chasing after you and now you chasing after me
Who would ever thought that I would be the one you need?
Girl they call me Jefe, spell it J-E-F-E
You gotta keep it goin’, keep it goin’ just like a G

[Verse 2]
You gotta keep it goin’, keep it goin’ just like a G
I got that damn Patek and I been feelin’ just like Meech
If you ain’t la familia, then I’m sorry I don’t speak
I keep them Glizzys with me, they’ll kill you for a tweet
Bad bitch fat like Nicki, damn I’m feeling just like Meek
Heard you got a glizzy, got you feeling just like me
KelTec chopper, got one right here on the seat
You wanna fuck my lil ho, your ho wanna fuck with me
Met this one chick on the road, yeah and she ain’t no joke
And she got her own, she say she ain’t no ho
Switch the coppers, you better not be a no-show
Ain’t have no friends when I was broke so don’t want none when I blow

[Chorus]
This shit can get stressful, you ain’t where you wanna be
Gotta take them risks if you ain’t got no way to eat
And don’t wait on nobody ’cause tomorrow ain’t guaranteed
You gotta keep it goin’, keep it goin’ just like a G
I was chasing after you and now you chasing after me
Who would ever thought that I would be the one you need?
Girl they call me Jefe, spell it J-E-F-E
You gotta keep it goin’, keep it goin’ just like a G

[Outro]
Young Jefe holmes
Keep going
GG, for life

Shy Glizzy – Get Away Lyrics

[Intro]
Young Jefe holmes
Get away
Pussy, money, weed
GG lifestyle
Forever ever

[Chorus]
I wanted too much shit, my mama told me get away
I had to hit a lick, you know I had to get away
My gun got two clips but yeah this bitch a throwaway
I just got a new bitch, my old one still be in the way
Get away, get away
Sorry I ain’t tryna argue, no bitch I’ma get away
Get away, get away
I just got a new chopper, that bitch make you get away

[Verse 1]
Yeah it’s ’bout one in the morning and a nigga catching plays
Don’t turn in my condo and this shit look like a maze
Summer time coming, niggas gotta get a Wraith
And if you owe me money they might find you in the lake
Them Glizzys pull up with them, ask you open up your safe
I swear behind this shit, I’m down with GG ’til I’m gray
Meet me at the big house, baby put that shit in waste
We gon’ work this shit out, I’m gon’ watch that ass for days
I wake up, fuck my bitch, then I go out and get paid
Hundred round drum, I bet this bitch knock off your fade
Every million that I get then all my niggas get a raise
Why you salty lil bitch, that could’ve been us but you played

[Chorus]
I wanted too much shit, my mama told me get away
I had to hit a lick, you know I had to get away
My gun got two clips but yeah this bitch a throwaway
I just got a new bitch, my old one still be in the way
Get away, get away
Sorry I ain’t tryna argue, no bitch I’ma get away
Get away, get away
I just got a new chopper, that bitch make you get away

[Verse 2]
Half a million worth of shining, bitch I look like the boat
I remember hard times, I had to cut up some soap
You couldn’t be there for you bro ’cause you was playin’ with your ho
Let’s say a prayer for my son, that’s who I do this shit for
All she need is a real nigga to put her in her place
Baby I’m a robber, can you be my get away?
First time I ever met her swear you should’ve seen her face
She was swaggin’ in her lab and I was trappin’ out my yay
Quarter brick, half a brick, I was choppin’ out my way
Know some niggas filthy rich and they be trappin’ in the Bay
Got this one bitch bad as shit, that thing be clappin’ when I slay
Man these niggas fake as shit so I don’t dap ’em to say hey

[Chorus]
I wanted too much shit, my mama told me get away
I had to hit a lick, you know I had to get away
My gun got two clips but yeah this bitch a throwaway
I just got a new bitch, my old one still be in the way
Get away, get away
Sorry I ain’t tryna argue, no bitch I’ma get away
Get away, get away
I just got a new chopper, that bitch make you get away

Shy Glizzy – Haters Anthem Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
Goddamnit man
Ayy, Young Jefe holmes
GG shit

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Twenty-four hours, bitch I’m rolling off a molly
In twenty-four years I never told on nobody
Oh no rap is not my job bitch, I just do it for a hobby
Them is not no rappers, it’s some gangsters in the party
And I never ever ever let these lames get close to me
‘Cause eighty percent of the time they’re never who they’re supposed to be
I rock Gosha on my body, this Rick Owens on my feet
Got a ho from down in Dallas, she rock gold all on her teeth
Oh why you worried, take a seat
Know you nervous, we can see it
We got birds, we got P’s
Bitch you know 30, you know 3
They believe anything they hear so keep your word like a G
Don’t get buried in these streets, better keep your motherfuckin’ heat

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Verse 2: 30 Glizzy]
I’m a trapper, he a lease, Balenciaga to the feet
Got that draco on the seat, let’s meet wherever you want to meet
Bitch I shoot you opps so weak, give you fifty rounds a piece
All I ask don’t tell on me, this for Mar, this for YC
We don’t do no scared business, you know how I’m living
If we start it we gon’ finish, pull up with them semis
Niggas started hating when I turned my name to Glizzy
And bitches really loved me when I pulled up in the Bentley

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Verse 3: 3 Glizzy]
I’m a real G, you be lyin’ through your teeth
Got a hundred shots on me, stay on point, fuck rollin’ deep
Need three thousand for a beat, these two thousand on my feet
Put this chopper to your face and wake you up right out your sleep
Couple thousand on a fur baby it’s cold up in the streets
Diamonds dancing like a freak, I dare a nigga play with me
Used to be broke now look at me, I know these niggas envy me
Bad bitch from Germany, girl let’s go shopping overseas

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
I was trappin’, I was trappin’, remember when I didn’t have it
I ain’t plan it, I ain’t plan it, now a nigga living lavish
Girl you the baddest, you the baddest, all them niggas wish they had it
I’m a savage, I’m a savage, make my niggas get to whackin’
I ain’t have none, ain’t have none, they looked at me like a dummy
It ain’t funny, it ain’t funny, I’m that nigga with the money
I got paper, I got power, I get pussy, get respect
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

[Outro]
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that
You just acting like a hater ’cause you can’t get none of that

Adam s Apple – Ksi featuring Alesa lyrics

Lyrics KSI – Adam s apple

End of this, you’re gonna really want to kill me
End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me
Never miss, whenever suckers wanna grill me
Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click
I didn’t really wanna do this
So my fans be saying “who this?”
But they really wanna view this
Know you’re dying when I shoot this
Had your ex all in my DM’s
Pillow talking in the DM’s
Trust me, nigga, take a seat
Gonna have this on repeat
Naga Viper with the heat
Mr. Z Man on the beat
Adam had to eat the apple
Time to kill him in a chapel
Adam really s**t the bed
How you gonna s**t the bed?
Alesa told me you were crying, nigga, this s**t had me dying
Had to clean up all your noodles
I expect that from a poodle
And you know the best part?
Adam thought it was a fart
Damn nigga, haven’t even pulled the trigger
You should never try to diss the nigga
One-seven millie, still I’m bigger
I don’t care about your bank report
At least I’m never paying child support
But why your baby momma saying that you ain’t even paying that?
Ain’t a game, so you never feel like playing that?
Stop the music b*tch, and go back to blocks
You’ll make more money versuri-lyrics.info
And when it comes to shocks, I got more coming
When it comes to cocks you a small summin’
When it comes to flops, you’re the first running
When it comes to pops you ain’t there sonnin’
Nigga, tell me why the f*ck you’re cutting yourself?
How you’re gonna be a dad when you’re cutting yourself?
But it’s not all you’re doing
You f*cked up and I know you’re brewing
Time to reminisce, I hope you’re hearing this
I didn’t wanna be the one to be out blaring this, but f*ck it
Behind the mask you’re a prick
What you did made me sick
Smearing blood on this chick
Yeah, let’s talk about Dawn
Slappin’ and choking from dusk ’till dawn
Then blaming your alter egos
What the f*ck? That’s not cool amigo
That’s not Adam, that was John that hit you
That’s not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you
That’s not Adam, nah f*ck you Adam
Any woman beater gets the f*cking heater
R.I.P. like Rita, hope you like my feature
That’s your baby momma
Flew her over just to end the saga
KSI, I’m the king of drama
Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta
You will always be a dreadful father
Post Malone, he ain’t savin’ s**t
Your tattoos are s**t
Chronic masturbator
Coming now and later
Why you horny looking at an alligator?
I’m your violator, this the bar on my mission
Nothing can save your dead vision, b*tch.(adam s apple)

Ayy ayy, aaayy ayyyy
Ayy aaayy, GG motherf*ckerrr.(adam s apple)
Ksi lyrics
Video apple

PartyNextDoor – Damn

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I was trying to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Left me alone in the streets
Now you done woken the beast
All these GG snakes on me
Shopping sprees after shopping sprees, I go
I go, yeah, should have seen the sign
[?] love’s blind, I guess danger gets me excited
I am on a threesome diet right now, baby
I’m taking trips to Miami traveling down seven keys
Ducking off, sipping Grey Geese
Never thought you plea these actions I did
Never thought you had my head on a leash
Never thought you had my heart tryna leave
Saying things I never speak about
I’ma handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, you’re not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fér!
They said you used to be the one that used to two step, baby
But I’m too rich for that to happen, whoa whoa
Like Ali, I’ma bounce back off the ropes
In my Jordan’s, yeah, Jordan with the tongue
In my Kobe’s, yeah, hitting 81
And I’m going gold, find a badder one
Let the check blow, now that’s platinum
I’ma recoup, buy the blue coupe
Bought a new house, that’s a new roof
I’ma make lemonade out of lemons, got a sweet tooth
And I learn from my truths
And learn from my last
And learn from my past
I knew this won’t last
Just tell me quick fast

[Bridge: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
So I can handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, your not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

French Montana – Hotel Bathroom (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro]
Off top, baby

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel

[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

Minzy – 니나노 (feat. Flowsik)

어머나, 나 참 원
처음 듣는 멜로디
Turn up the lights
시선은 내 차지
요란한 my drum
새로운 fantasy
누가 어쩌던
나는 handle it
Show me show me what you got
오늘 밤 가식은 없지
Come on come on 바로 너
리듬에 맞춰서 step을
흥이 나면 네버 엔딩
감각적인 내 feeling
소스라치게 놀라긴
이게 난데

꿈에 그린 파라다이스
멈출 수 없는 춤을 춰
구름 위로 파라다이스
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
너와 나의 파라다이스
닿을 수 없는 곳까지
하늘 위로 파라다이스
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance

니나노 니나노
니나노 니나노
니나노 니나노

뭘 원하던
기대이상이지
Won’t you burn it up
아직도 멀었니
모두 내겐 yes
전부 끝내주지
아무도 못 할 걸
따라올 수 없지

Show me show me what you got
오늘 밤 가식은 없지
Come on come on 바로 너
리듬에 맞춰서 step을
신이 나면 네버 엔딩
창의적인 내 feeling
소스라치게 놀라긴
이게 난데

꿈에 그린 파라다이스
멈출 수 없는 춤을 춰
구름 위로 파라다이스
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
너와 나의 파라다이스
닿을 수 없는 곳까지
하늘 위로 파라다이스
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance

니나노 니나노
니나노 니나노
니나노 니나노

Yo fresh out the 이발소
깔끔한 치아 터져가는 지갑 속
내 힙합 flow 위인들의 집합소
톡 씹는 이유 지나치게
바뻐 가만히 있어
시작 내가 들어오면 누워있던
놈들의 자세는 직각으로 인사
I got it from my 아버지가 그러셨지
제시간에 도착했다는
자체부터가 인마 지각 지각
몸으로 니나노 니나노 yah
입술로 Figaro Figaro yah
민지 not MC 하지만 난 진지
게임오버 밥 먹자 GG bae

꿈에 그린 파라다이스
멈출 수 없는 춤을 춰
구름 위로 파라다이스
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
너와 나의 파라다이스
닿을 수 없는 곳까지
하늘 위로 파라다이스
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance

Shy Glizzy – Congratulations

Young Jefe Homes
Congratulations

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Verse 1]
Look here I’m a boss my nigga you all fraud
For ten grand large my nigga he take you off
Young Jefe I’m a God them bitches they praise the lord
I’m really from the trap you grew up in your garage
Boy you need to stop yeah put that shit in park
Monday I’m in Off-white, Tuesday Saint-Laurent
But this ain’t what you want nah this ain’t what you want
Bitch got mad at me wanna hit it from the front
Everything I do now yeah, I do it for my son
I do it for my lil bro, I do it for my mum
They wanted me to lose but look at me bitch I won
A nigga play with Glizzy he get hit with Glizzy gun

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Verse 2]
Yeah its Glizzy season
Fuck whoever your team is
Pussy ass niggas always hating for no reason
I be with them demons they kill you for no meanin’
War zone in my hood they got blood all over the cement
Nigga we ain’t beefin’
I come through your hood squeezin’
Right around the time when the lil ones should be sleepin’
Late night I be creepin’, police always geekin’
These niggas big and bad ’til they bitch ass hit that precinct
Or they 6 feet in, you niggas gonna see then
It’s Glizzy Glizzy baby, know you niggas wanna be him
I’m on another level that these niggas don’t be reachin’
If you ain’t talking money then what language is you speakin’

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Outro]
Ya, congratulations
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations
Ya, GG
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations
Congratulations

Chief Keef – Go (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Intro: FTR Drama]
Ballin’ like I’m Michael, cuz Sosa from Chiraq
Keep that GG and that rifle, that chopper from Iraq
BSG, we 3Hunna, we be thuggin’ peep my tats, You be fuckin’ with them ho niggas
Get blown off the map. FTR shit nigga, GBE shit nigga, Chiraq to Clipsburg Sosa in this bitch (Sosa Baby)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I be shining, cus all my diamonds, I spent a dub on
I got plenty Louis and Fendi, yo bitch she love it
My lil niggas hot, they knock ya top off
Indicted for sellin’ out my house and doin’ drop-offs
I get so high, swear I be so high I feel like Top Dog
Im from 300 O’Block, you a real nigga, knock-off
Glock 40, clip hold fifty boy don’t shot down
That Mac hold a hunnid shots, don’t get shot down in yo’ town
I make it rain 100’s and 50’s, on all these stripper hoes
No feelings but I’m addicted, to all these stripper hoes
My shooters, tote K’s and rugers, look like a gun show
Talk outside of yo’ mouth, boy you gone get gunned down

[Hook: FTR Drama]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

[Verse 2: FTR Drama]
This 40 I keep it on me, like it’s hoey
She on me, she wanna fuck me, but she don’t know me
Its Drama, I’m ’bout that drama, I do the troopin’
I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’ but I ain’t hoopin’
My dog gone, my car do 1 5 we ’bout that shootin’
We winnin’, ain’t no prentendin’, You niggas losin’
He tryin’ me, somebody found ’em, with his eyes shut
You bitch niggas try and diss niggas, you will get lined up
Foreign, my gun is foreign, these Gucci’s foreign
GG, through the GG, boo and its borin’
Strip club I threw ’bout ten up
I had it pourin’, Harm he
Bitch at the body, my niggas scorin’

[Hook]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

Chief Keef – Go (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Intro: FTR Drama]
Ballin’ like I’m Michael, cuz Sosa from Chiraq
Keep that GG and that rifle, that chopper from Iraq
BSG, we 3Hunna, we be thuggin’ peep my tats, You be fuckin’ with them ho niggas
Get blown off the map. FTR shit nigga, GBE shit nigga, Chiraq to Clipsburg Sosa in this bitch (Sosa Baby)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I be shining, cus all my diamonds, I spent a dub on
I got plenty Louis and Fendi, yo bitch she love it
My lil niggas hot, they knock ya top off
Indicted for sellin’ out my house and doin’ drop-offs
I get so high, swear I be so high I feel like Top Dog
Im from 300 O’Block, you a real nigga, knock-off
Glock 40, clip hold fifty boy don’t shot down
That Mac hold a hunnid shots, don’t get shot down in yo’ town
I make it rain 100’s and 50’s, on all these stripper hoes
No feelings but I’m addicted, to all these stripper hoes
My shooters, tote K’s and rugers, look like a gun show
Talk outside of yo’ mouth, boy you gone get gunned down

[Hook: FTR Drama]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

[Verse 2: FTR Drama]
This 40 I keep it on me, like it’s hoey
She on me, she wanna fuck me, but she don’t know me
Its Drama, I’m ’bout that drama, I do the troopin’
I’m ballin’, bitch I’m ballin’ but I ain’t hoopin’
My dog gone, my car do 1 5 we ’bout that shootin’
We winnin’, ain’t no prentendin’, You niggas losin’
He tryin’ me, somebody found ’em, with his eyes shut
You bitch niggas try and diss niggas, you will get lined up
Foreign, my gun is foreign, these Gucci’s foreign
GG, through the GG, boo and its borin’
Strip club I threw ’bout ten up
I had it pourin’, Harm he
Bitch at the body, my niggas scorin’

[Hook]
Hittin’ licks and movin’, bricks I’m servin’ all the white folks
Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow
Ballin’ like im Michael, shining like some white gold
Got some hittas in the midst, loadin’ up them rifles
Go (2x) she heard that I might blow
Go (2x) I’m ballin’ like I’m Michael
Go (2x) I’m shinin’ like some white gold
Go (2x) They loadin’ up them rifles

Jefe – Give It Up (feat. 3 Glizzy) (The World Is Yours Album)

[Intro: Jefe]
I used to run up on them niggas, make ‘em give it up, yeah

[Hook: Jefe]
I heard you chasin’ that lil slut, you need to give it up
Soon she get a lil somethin’ she gon’ give it up
Boy watch them niggas who around ya, they gon’ give you up
So keep that jealous shit from ‘round me, go and get the fuck
You never thought I’d get this far, come on and give it up
I used to run up on them niggas, make ‘em give it up
I made a promise to my mama, we gon’ live it up
So if a nigga run up on me gotta hit ‘em up

[Verse 1: Jefe]
Why these niggas playin’ like they ain’t heard how I ride
Heard some pussy niggas talking, wasn’t never outside
Bitch I talk that plug talk and I got mob ties
I put fifty on his head and his whole fucking mob die
Fucked up fast, I hope it don’t come back to haunt me
Remember back then, the little hoes they didn’t want me
Well now I’m getting money and I rock that damn Givenchy
Them bands got me limping, I’m so motherfucking clumsy
14 years old, I went to juvie for an O
16 years old, I stuck my dick in my PO
18 years old, I was whipping up the dope
By 20 years old I was getting 20 for a show

[Hook: Jefe]
I heard you chasin’ that lil slut, you need to give it up
Soon she get a lil somethin’ she gon’ give it up
Boy watch them niggas who around ya, they gon’ give you up
So keep that jealous shit from ‘round me, go and get the fuck
You never thought I’d get this far, come on and give it up
I used to run up on them niggas, make ‘em give it up
I made a promise to my mama, we gon’ live it up
So if a nigga run up on me gotta hit ‘em up

[Verse 2: 3 Glizzy]
Get your bitch ass on the ground, shut the fuck up
Came too far, before I go back everybody gettin’ stuck up
That bitch got you fooled, I could never fall for no slut
These niggas nothing like us, I live by code of conduct
I done seen it all, it’s kind of hard for me to trust
She seen the way I ball, it wasn’t hard for me to fuck
Ever since I was at juvie I been cutting up
Pull up on a nigga’s ass, hop out and hit him up
Do my dirt by myself cause these niggas might give me up
Lil nigga, you talk too much, you ain’t no G, you a bluff
This shit come from the heart, I couldn’t make none this up
Any nigga play with GG, I’ma come and spray your shit up

[Hook: Jefe]
I heard you chasin’ that lil slut, you need to give it up
Soon she get a lil somethin’ she gon’ give it up
Boy watch them niggas who around ya, they gon’ give you up
So keep that jealous shit from ‘round me, go and get the fuck
You never thought I’d get this far, come on and give it up
I used to run up on them niggas, make ‘em give it up
I made a promise to my mama, we gon’ live it up
So if a nigga run up on me gotta hit ‘em up

Jefe – Love Me (feat. Ralo) (The World Is Yours Album)

[Intro: Jefe & Ralo]
Jefe!
FamGoon
Let’s get it
I just want you to love me
You know they ain’t gotta love you nigga
You know I love you

[Hook: Jefe]
GG, that’s my kin
Yeah forever we thuggin’
Go and ask my bitch
I bet she don’t want for nothing
We load up with them sticks
When we go out in public
How the fuck could you hate me
When I came up from nothing?
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
This shit can get ugly
I just want you to love me

[Verse 1: Jefe]
See I’m a big dog, you lil niggas is puppies
You better get to know me before you try to trust me
Just cause he shake your hand that doesn’t mean he your buddy
Young man respect man or else it gotta get bloody
I been rocking my jewelry, been totin’ my tooly
Cause I heard some pussy niggas talkin’ ‘bout they gon’ shoot me
They call me Jefe, no lil nigga [?]
Go check my resume, them motherfuckers salute me
Remember when I had faith and nobody didn’t
Boy that’s ok, now they can be my assistants
I’m on blue hill avenue, I’m feeling like Tristan
I got money, got bitches
And I got ammunition

[Hook: Jefe]
GG, that’s my kin
Yeah forever we thuggin’
Go and ask my bitch
I bet she don’t want for nothing
We load up with them sticks
When we go out in public
How the fuck could you hate me
When I came up from nothing?
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
This shit can get ugly
I just want you to love me

[Verse 2: Ralo]
They gon’ L-O-V me from Atlanta to DC
FamGoon, GG, told my niggas we all eat
They try to take another chain then we gon’ take a nigga’s life
We in the club every night and I dare a nigga to strike
I get that cash, I can’t get enough
I just want all of my niggas up
If he fall I’ma pick him up
I give him my all but ain’t givin’ up
They hit the [?] when they hear from us
Ain’t none of these niggas the shit for us
I thank god for that prison bus
This for the niggas that dissing us
I gave my heart to my bitch, she got more heart than these niggas
Just because them niggas wishin’
Don’t really mean they be witcha
I don’t have nothing to give
If you leave I won’t miss ya
Tell them they out of the picture
Ain’t none of them niggas official

[Hook: Jefe]
GG, that’s my kin
Yeah forever we thuggin’
Go and ask my bitch
I bet she don’t want for nothing
We load up with them sticks
When we go out in public
How the fuck could you hate me
When I came up from nothing?
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
I just want you to love me
Just want you to love me
This shit can get ugly
I just want you to love me

Jefe – Congratulations (The World Is Yours Album)

Young Jefe Homes
Congratulations

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Verse 1]
Look here I’m a boss my nigga you all fraud
For ten grand large my nigga he take you off
Young Jefe I’m a God them bitches they praise the lord
I’m really from the trap you grew up in your garage
Boy you need to stop yeah put that shit in park
Monday I’m in Off-white, Tuesday Saint-Laurent
But this ain’t what you want nah this ain’t what you want
Bitch got mad at me wanna hit it from the front
Everything I do now yeah, I do it for my son
I do it for my lil bro, I do it for my mum
They wanted me to lose but look at me bitch I won
A nigga play with Glizzy he get hit with Glizzy gun

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Verse 2]
Yeah its Glizzy season
Fuck whoever your team is
Pussy ass niggas always hating for no reason
I be with them demons they kill you for no meanin’
War zone in my hood they got blood all over the cement
Nigga we ain’t beefin’
I come through your hood squeezin’
Right around the time when the lil ones should be sleepin’
Late night I be creepin’, police always geekin’
These niggas big and bad ’til they bitch ass hit that precinct
Or they 6 feet in, you niggas gonna see then
It’s Glizzy Glizzy baby, know you niggas wanna be him
I’m on another level that these niggas don’t be reachin’
If you ain’t talking money then what language is you speakin’

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Outro]
Ya, congratulations
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations
Ya, GG
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations
Congratulations

Jefe – Congratulations Lyrics

Young Jefe Homes
Congratulations

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Verse 1]
Look here I’m a boss my nigga you all fraud
For ten grand large my nigga he take you off
Young Jefe I’m a God them bitches they praise the lord
I’m really from the trap you grew up in your garage
Boy you need to stop yeah put that shit in park
Monday I’m in Off-white, Tuesday Saint-Laurent
But this ain’t what you want nah this ain’t what you want
Bitch got mad at me wanna hit it from the front
Everything I do now yeah, I do it for my son
I do it for my lil bro, I do it for my mum
They wanted me to lose but look at me bitch I won
A nigga play with Glizzy he get hit with Glizzy gun

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Verse 2]
Yeah its Glizzy season
Fuck whoever your team is
Pussy ass niggas always hating for no reason
I be with them demons they kill you for no meanin’
War zone in my hood they got blood all over the cement
Nigga we ain’t beefin’
I come through your hood squeezin’
Right around the time when the lil ones should be sleepin’
Late night I be creepin’, police always geekin’
These niggas big and bad ’til they bitch ass hit that precinct
Or they 6 feet in, you niggas gonna see then
It’s Glizzy Glizzy baby, know you niggas wanna be him
I’m on another level that these niggas don’t be reachin’
If you ain’t talking money then what language is you speakin’

[Hook]
Pocket full of blue faces they still motherfuckin’ hatin’
I came from the bottom had to motherfuckin’ take it
No I ain’t never trippin’ if I do I tie my laces
Cause death is guaranteed and your life is what you make it
When you shinin’ too hard you can see it in their faces
Still standin’ on them couches with them motherfuckin’ aces
Boy behind the smile know you makin’ funny faces
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations

[Outro]
Ya, congratulations
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations
Ya, GG
It takes a real nigga to tell you congratulations
Congratulations

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Macaroni

[Verse 1]
Nigga don’t tell me what you want
Think you calling shots? I make a call, nigga get you gone
Knew that was your girl but she a hoe and her pussy soak
Sound like macaroni in a bowl when she mix it up
Knew I was gon’ put it in song
We ain’t get to fuck
Think about when you leave her home
Where she really at?
Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at
A lot of niggas hatin’ on the boy
Why you really mad?
Is it cause I’m really putting on where my city at
Highbridge nigga from the Bronx where it be gritty at
I be smoking on gorilla glue and smoking GG pack
They don’t wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Verse 2]
My nigga don’t tell me what to do
Mel went to school for shooting hoops and then he learned to shoot
Had to lock myself inside the booth, that’s how I kept my cool
Saw my nigga Quado on the news, that’s why I kept my tool
Don’t you try to tell me nothing nigga you don’t know me
Done with this bottle, fill me up I need another Rosé
Got to hit a couple hittas up when I’m by my lonely
I think they already know wassup, I don’t fuck with phonies
Lately I been running out of time, I need another rollie
Lately I been on the west-side, don’t need no other homies
Diamonds on my pinky finger blinding, all the bitches on me
I look at her and tell her call me, hold up matter fact

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Outro]
Macaroni in a bowl
The way she mix it up
They way she mix it in a bowl
They way she mix it up
Macaroni in a…mix it up

Shy Glizzy – Out The Block

[Hook]
I keep my pistol on guard if you run up you get shot
Put him in a box give no fuck about no op
My niggas got locks so I’m screamin fuck the cops
All this dope money bitch I got it out the block
Bottles been popped bitch I got it out the block
Don’t you see my watch yeah I got it out the block
Gotta keep my Glock when I’m standing on the block
Everything I got yeah I got it off the block

[Verse 1]
OK bitches by the three and I’m in here with my heat
Drinkin on that lean and I’m not gon hardly sleep
I had a long day running round with GG
I came to the A just to talk about them Ps
Cash on deck you don’t have to send no mas
I got to spend a bus boy go head and fill it up
40 cal with them hollows better fill em up
Lookin at my chain I might have to hit him up
I just got a call that my youngin caught a rap
Same nigga whole hood thought he was a rat
They can’t keep it G no more unless you getting charges
Wonder how he came home he told on everybody

[Hook]
I keep my pistol on guard if you run up you get shot
Put him in a box give no fuck about no op
My niggas got locks so I’m screamin fuck the cops
All this dope money bitch I got it out the block
Bottles been popped bitch I got it out the block
Don’t you see my watch yeah I got it out the block
Gotta keep my Glock when I’m standing on the block
Everything I got yeah I got it off the block

[Verse 2]
Shout out to the few niggas that still keep it real
Them niggas who ain’t snitchin rather sit they ass in jail
The popos can’t be worried that they took no fuckin deal
I got a situation I ain’t got no fuckin deal
Before I was a rapper I had 20 and a flow
This rap shit ain’t too bad I get 20 for a show
Change up on my niggas now my niggas all I know
Boy yo ass a pussy you get chained up for a ho
I been on my bullshit ain’t been feelin like myself
But shit, I don’t feel like no one else
I’mma slam on a nigga I don’t need nobody help
Never will I be a hater I hear that’s bad for your health

[Hook]
I keep my pistol on guard if you run up you get shot
Put him in a box give no fuck about no op
My niggas got locks so I’m screamin fuck the cops
All this dope money bitch I got it out the block
Bottles been popped bitch I got it out the block
Don’t you see my watch yeah I got it out the block
Gotta keep my Glock when I’m standing on the block
Everything I got yeah I got it off the block

Monsta X – Roller Coaster lyrics

[Wonho] Oneureun waenji seolleyeo
Ganmane gibun joheun baram
Byeolgeotdo anin ge nal utge hae
[Minhyuk] Banboge banbokdoen haruga
Naegen da muchaesaek ireon naege niga natanasseo

[Jooheon] Eoseo balpeo uri gwangye Beep Beep
Chulbalhae duri sinnage imi
Deultteoisseo oneul bamen chikchik hage
Bonaegi silhji geuraeseo sowoneul bilji
Bilbil bireo naui jininim
Sowoneul malhaebwa andeureojum GG chiji
Jichigi silheo jigeum i gamjeong
24 hour naege ttak haruman jwo

[Hyungwon] Mideul suga eopseo geojitmal
Kkumeseoman bodeon isanghyeong
[Shownu] Oneureun eotteon hyanggiro nal hollilji
[I.M] Deureotda nwatda nareul michige hae

[Kihyun] Neon rolleokoseuteo
Eotteon mallo pyohyeonhal su eoptneun gibun
Naege jumuneul georeotni
Ni ape seomyeon teojil geot gata
[Jooheon] Neurige hogeun ppareuge
Maeil banbokdwae machi rolleokoseuteo

[I.M] Oh God pullyeobeorin donggong
Neol bojamaja haneun il naeryeonohgo
Machi mwoe hollin deusi machi mwoe michin deusi
Bonneungjeogeuro neukkimjeogin neukkimi wasseo
Girl you gotta feelin’ this problem
Jigeum nege jeonsokryeogeuro tteoreojyeo
Manheun saenggak ma eochapi sago nage dwae isseo

[Hyungwon] Mideul suga eopseo geojitmal
Kkumeseoman bodeon isanghyeong
[Shownu] Oneureun eotteon hyanggiro nal hollilji
[I.M] Deureotda nwatda nareul michige hae

[Kihyun] Neon rolleokoseuteo
Eotteon mallo pyohyeonhal su eoptneun gibun
Naege jumuneul georeotni
Ni ape seomyeon teojil geot gata
[Jooheon] Neurige hogeun ppareuge
Maeil banbokdwae machi rolleokoseuteo

[Wonho] Sungan cheoncheonhi seulloumosyeoncheoreom
Mabeobe ppajin geotman gateungeol
[Minhyuk] Neoui ireumeun ijebuteo Baby Baby Baby

[Jooheon] Nal deureotda nwatda haneun neon Bad Girl
[I.M] Nal ije jebal gamanhi jom naepdwo
[Jooheon] Ppareudeon neurideon byeonhami eopseo
[I.M] Rolleokoseuteo neoga nae kkeutieosseo

[Kihyun] Neon rolleokoseuteo
Eotteon mallo pyohyeonhal su eoptneun gibun
Naege jumuneul georeotni
Ni ape seomyeon teojil geot gata
[Jooheon] Neurige hogeun ppareuge
Maeil banbokdwae machi rolleokoseuteo