Ebenezer – Stats Lyrics

[Intro: Ebenzer]
And tonight, I’m with my ex, ayy, yeah
Ooh, money [?] with my ex, yeah-yeah
Tonight, with my ex, yeah-yeah
Mmm, no, yeah, ooh, yeah

[Chorus: Ebenezer]
When I shoot, I don’t miss
Check the score, swish
f**k ’em one time then dismiss
That’s your girlfriend? That’s my bitch
When I shoot, I don’t miss
Check the score, swish
f**k ’em one time then dismiss
That’s your girlfriend? That’s my bitch

[Verse 1: Ebenezer]
GPS (yeah-yeah) when I drive (yeah-yeah)
Hop in the (skrr, skrr), I’m in the ride (vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom)
Medication and she tryna get some
I been wildin’, I just popped one
I might just switch it up (switch it)
Might just flip the page (yeah)
‘Cause your girlfriend choosin’ me
If not me, she choosin’ Col3trane (facts)
She take one shot to the head
Like Nirvana, Kurt Cobain, ain’t no game (whoa, whoa)
Me and you just ain’t the same (ah-yeah)

[Chorus: Ebenezer]
When I shoot, I don’t miss
Check the score, swish
f**k ’em one time then dismiss
That’s your girlfriend? That’s my bitch
When I shoot, I don’t miss
Check the score, swish
f**k ’em one time then dismiss
That’s your girlfriend? That’s my bitch

[Verse 2: Col3trane]
You love talkin’ (you love to talk)
Talkin’ shit (talkin’ that shit)
There ain’t many more like you, don’t wanna switch (oh, no, no)
‘Cause you know that I’m your secret admirer
Been on you for days, but just like Michael Myers
You love changing face
But oh, no, no
I might just switch it up (switch it up)
Just hopped off the stage (brr)
Go ahead check the statistics
You csn see this not a phase (no, no)
‘Cause there’s plenty where that came from (oh, yeah)
I got riddims done for days (woo)
Later, checked my brother Ebs
He called me over just to say

[Chorus: Ebenezer & Col3trane]
When I shoot, I don’t miss
Check the score, swish (yah, brr)
f**k ’em one time then dismiss (and then I dismiss)
That’s your girlfriend? (who that?) That’s my bitch (oh, that my bitch)
When I shoot (oh, when I be shoot), I don’t miss (no, I don’t miss)
Check the score (check that, check that, check that shit), swish (ah, ah)
f**k ’em one time then dismiss (an’ then I dismiss you)
That’s your girlfriend? That’s my bitch

[Bridge: Ebenezer]
Wanna f**k her, don’t wanna spend time
She gon’ feel it in her body like it’s some enzyme
Hatin’-ass niggas I won’t lose to
Somethin’ that I’m not used to
Your man don’t give you coverage and no air time
But come and take a flight up on this airline
Hatin’-ass niggas I won’t lose to
Somethin’ that I’m not used to

[Chorus: Ebenezer]
When I shoot, I don’t miss
Check the score, swish
f**k ’em one time then dismiss
That’s your girlfriend? That’s my bitch

Yung Lixo – Passando Mal Lyrics

[Letra de “Passando Mal”]

[Intro]
Vagabundo, é melhor tu começa a rezar, tu começar a pedir pra Deus que ele me dê paciência, que ele me dê sanidade e bom senso pra eu não pegar uma Uzi e descarregar ela na tua cara, seu filho duma égua. Boa noite

[Refrão]
Mina,  eu já to passando mal
Mas  contigo já é normal acontecer isso aí
É que cê tem o jeito que apaixono
Então se eu te ver com outro isso vai me destruir

[Verso 1]
Kit  adidas, olha que fita
Tá  curtindo a vida, tá saindo todo dia
E taria tudo bem
Se  não fosse os vagabundo que quer ter você também
Então pode sair de casa, cê não é minha propriedade
Eu vou indo atrás com uma glock de verdade
Derrubando na calçada os maluco que passa
Fazendo  um cemitério no caminho até tua casa
Como não me preocupar se por todo Brasil
Tem um monte de maluco que endoidou quando te viu
Acho que o jeito é matar na rajada de fuzil
E mandar os vagabundo lá pra puta que pariu
Kit adidas, olha que fita
Tá curtindo a vida, tá saindo todo dia
E taria tudo bem
Se não fosse os vagabundo que quer ter você também
Então pode sair de casa, cê não é minha propriedade
Eu vou indo atrás com uma glock de verdade
Derrubando na calçada os maluco que passa
Fazendo um cemitério no caminho até tua casa
Como não me preocupar se por todo Brasil
Tem um monte de maluco que endoidou quando te viu
Acho que o jeito é matar na rajada de fuzil
E mandar os vagabundo lá pra puta que pariu

[Refrão]
Mina, eu já to passando mal
Mas contigo já é normal acontecer isso aí
É que cê tem o jeito que apaixono
Então se eu te ver com outro isso vai me destruir
Mina, eu já to passando mal
Mas contigo já é normal acontecer isso aí
É que cê tem o jeito que apaixono
Então se eu te ver com outro isso vai me destruir

[Verso 2]
Uns chama de ciúme, mas de ciúme não tem nada
Então para de olhar, que essa é minha namorada, cara
Cê não tem chance, nunca erro onde eu miro
Se não tira o olho, pode deixar que eu tiro
Pra saber onde ‘cê vai e evitar confusão
Favoritei no GPS a sua localização
E eu sei que eu não sou seu pai, muito menos seu irmão
Mas se você quiser, eu mato Tuco e Popozão

[Ponte]
Sim, eu sei, ela é linda, mas não é pra você
E ela não se importa com o que você tem pra dizer
E nem tenta escrever que ela não sabe ler
E ainda que pudesse, duvido que ia querer
Sim, eu sei, ela é linda, mas não é pra você
E ela não se importa com o que você tem pra dizer
E nem tenta escrever que ela não sabe ler
E ainda que pudesse, duvido que ia querer

[Pré-Refrão]
Eu vou desacordar o tio da feira, o padre, a rua inteira
Pra você olhar pra mim
Eu vou matar a população inteira, de SP e da fronteira
Pra você olhar pra mim (Só pra mim)

[Refrão]
Mina, eu já to passando mal
Mas contigo já é normal acontecer isso aí
É que cê tem o jeito que apaixono
Então se eu te ver com outro isso vai me destruir
Mina, eu já to passando mal
Mas contigo já é normal acontecer isso aí
É que cê tem o jeito que apaixono
Então se eu te ver com outro isso vai me destruir

Cadell – Lovewillgetyoukilled Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I told them love will get you killed
Love will get you killed
People just bred because the love will get them deals
But real Gs who leave their feelings at the doorstep
Already know me said there’s nothing to reveal
And I ain’t sneakier than the weapons I conceal
From Devons to Brazil
City of God and you might see me a lot
Imagine me, 19 in a box
And everyone who hated me
Talking about the G that I was
Backstage in the strip club with five strippers
And the promoters with some dyke bitches
We was busting bottles, hotel’s around the corner
This life has some perks I should have warned ya
I put myself first so they called me out of order
I know niggas dead without no f**king son or daughter
GPS the feds was putting us on the marauders
Stay up off the map, getting money it’s just flawless
And we lack, come back and clap your wig nobody taught us
It’s just trial and error ever since the chase with the mac
I got my life together, sticking to my profit and loss
I don’t like the new era
Bitch if I weren’t real I’d probably like you better
Who put the hood on 1Xtra, who got the cypher set up?
Who put in so much to the game it made their wifey fed up?
And niggas in the hood are talking that say I’m a set-up
I rap and wrap food, I don’t care how grime is set up
And I changed my avenue, now I’ve got my business (Hotline) The last two years I wish I could relive this
I’m shooting f**k a witness
I said I’m shooting f**k a witness
Turn around and shoot the witness
Turn around again and shoot another witness
Killers don’t admit this
(Aye follow my insta man, Lovewillgetyoukilled)

I told em love will get you killed

Tim O’brien – All I Want Lyrics

All I want is, all I want is I wanna go back home*
All I want is I wanna go back home
I’m gonna plant my feet down, never more to roam
Highway Forty, highway Forty it’s a lonesome four lane track
Highway Forty is a lonesome four lane track
I got two lanes to take me, got two lanes bring to me back
Well it’s white line fever
White line fever it’s got me sweatin again
White line fever it’s got me sweatin again
I’ve been drinkin that Red Bull, jumpin outa my skin
How much I need you, how much I need you
Honey you’ll never know
How much I want you honey you’ll never know
When I get there never gonna let you go
I don’t need no road map, I don’t need no road map
I don’t need no GPS
Don’t need a road map, I don’t need GPS
All I need is some of your yes yes yes
All I want is, all I want is
I wanna go back home
All I want is I wanna go back home
I wanna plant my feet down, never more to roam

Normani – Checklist lyrics

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Like you come wait for it
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
Let ’em shine, let ’em shine
And kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
Don’t lie, don’t lie
You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
Slow one, slow one
But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

[Post-Chorus: Wizkid]
I see you
Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on
Yeah, I see you
Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Come show me where when I’m nearby
Might show you where they check bow[?]
Might show you when I’m nearby
Gimme all to you if you check out
When you moving and around me
Make me feel like you won’t drown me
Make me feel like you are wit’ me
Only you know how to get me, but

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
Come and shine and come and shine
And I’ll kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
Don’t lie, don’t lie
You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
Slow one, slow one
But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

[Post-Chorus: Wizkid]
I see you
Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on
Yeah, I see you
Straight up by the head and wit’ it on
Baby, you’re a blessing wit’ it on
Come teach me a lesson wit’ it on

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Might throw your body like the necklace
No [?] I really gonna touch this
Girl so good when you want this
This straight one put you on the checklist
May loving the love, but it’s wreckless
Girl I’m a sinner, come bless me
Baby, ain’t no stressin’
Say bye so you kill with that vibe
Uh

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Got the addy don’t need no GPS’s (uh, uh)
Come and shine and come and shine
And I’ll kick ’em in the asses (uh, uh)
Don’t lie, don’t lie
You tryna keep me like a checklist (uh, uh)
Slow one, slow one
But they call like they [?] (uh, uh, uh)

[Outro: Wizkid]
[?]
So you’ll gonna kiss til’ my life end
Baby girl show me your vibe
Baby girl show me your light
[?]
So you’ll gonna kiss til’ my life end
Baby girl show me your vibe
They control, on control

Kevin Gates – I Got U Lyrics

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I probably rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Dirty dollar getter
On the phone with one of my hittas
Drop the bands
Pots and pans
In the kitchen, bagin up sand
I’m not carin’
One of my mans
He owed me 100 bands
Say no names
[?]
Push one button your feet the air
All for me to sit back in this chair
I’m hands on I’m everywhere
[?]
Cold sport but Life ain’t fair
Go back platinum one more time
After that its
Say she love me okay yeah
Let me rip and go somewhere
Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper
They might say I’m [?]
In the slums you never there
Paid protection, you meant protection
Big old weapon bottle [?]
From the projects we in Paris
[?]
Sipping fanta out a can

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Screeching macking bouncing
Big old booty bouncing
I’m pouring up two ounces
This shit flow like a fountain
This shit tall like a mountain
We in here money counting
Sometimes its so astounding
Blowing this loud we lounging
Fix your face stop pouting
Bae I’mma take you shopping
I told you stop [?]
GPS re-routing
When [?]
You better not get to shouting
I’ll show you I’m really about it
Don’t make no scene in public
[?]
Get in this room, get full of this liquor, same one I dick you down in
[?] making that face I’m pounding
Making that face you [?]

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real
In the mirror
I’m him
Don’t trip
I got you
I got you
I got me
Just get you
Selfish, it’s not true
I’mma show you how I can do
Throw it back when you rock the move
Reason why I don’t prolly rock with you
I got me
I got you
On the real
Do you feel
This here
In your ear
Dick up here
In your ribs
On the real
From the real

KYLE – Zoom lyrics

[Intro]
And I zoom
Yep, yep yep
Yep, yep yep
Yep, yep yep

[Chorus]
And I zoom, right on past my problems
Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it

[Verse 1]
Got a hundred miles before I crack another smile
I ain’t in denial, I know this is just a trial though
Everything is fine, I know it’s ‘gon take some time though
Yeah yeah
Nigga I’ll be good
Like I said I would (woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
I get by, yeah
With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
You and I (ohh)
Bumpin’ Cranes in the Sky
Oh, my my

[Chrous 2]
Pour up the drank and give me some more
Ain’t in a rush, I’m livin’ it slow
One day we all, we all, we all go
One day we all, we all, we all go
Pour up the drank and give me some more
Ain’t in a rush, I’m livin’ it slow
One day we all, we all, we all go
One day we all, we all, we all go

[Verse 2]
Blowin’ up my phone go bleep bleep
I’m up all night, no sleep sleep
But lose my stride, no way way
I’ll be hitting behind the back shots like [?] (swish)
Money shot, I mean money money guy
See a lot of places, but happiness did not
I don’t get fooled by the fakes
I won’t get killed by these cops
I know I’ll be myself
I know that’s something that I’ve got
I know I get a lot of hate from niggas I am not
I am so far from a flop
And yet so close to the top

[Chorus]
And I zoom, right on past my problems
Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it
And I zoom, right on past my problems
Henny in my hand, I ain’t got no time to solve ’em
Listen, please approach your early twenties with some caution
GPS my way back to myself, I thought I lost it (woo)

[Outro]
I get by, yeah
With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
You and I (ohh)
Bumpin’ cranes in the sky
Oh, my my
I get by, yeah
With my baby by my side (oh, yeah)
You and I (ohh)
Bumpin’ Cranes in the Sky
Oh, my my

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)

DJ Mustard – Low Low (feat. Nipsey Hussle, TeeCee & RJ) lyrics

[Verse 1 – Nipsey Hu$$le:]
If it ain’t a Chevy, don’t raise it up
And, if it ain’t the kush, don’t blaze it up
I’m sticking to the script while niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
But look, I was in the fo’ with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain’t working
Doing 50 on the red bout to brace the swerve
And, much to my surprise
We ain’t even crashing, ain’t nobody died
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like it ain’t nobody side
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause

[Hook – Tee Cee:]
All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low

[Verse 2 – RJ:]
Let’s get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
On my momma, I’m on one, hitting that side to side
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $12.50, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang [?], school ’em like Tee Cee
Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
‘6-4, six chains, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape

Stargate – 1Night lyrics

[Intro: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m afraid of forever
And I’m afraid like never
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
21, 21
I’m kissin’ on your neck for one night (for one night)
I’ma treat you like my wife for one night (for one night)
Give you the Bentley, let you ride for one night (for one night)
And I’ma put you on a flight the same night (the same night)
I got a problem and this sh*t ain’t really right (really right)
I be switchin’ different women every night (every night)
I don’t save numbers, it’s a waste of time (waste of time)
You say that you a wifey but you never could be mine (never mine)
One night, one night (one night)
It might be the best night of your life (your life)
They say I need to settle down, I tried (I tried)
Savage gettin’ married, phew, yeah, right (21, 21)

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
You’s a drinker, you’s a smoker
Been a loner, you ain’t in the mix
You a brick house, you a 36
Shawty on the low been gettin’ money in and out
Shawty from the zoo, an animal like In-N-Out
I ain’t ’bout commitment, show you what this pimpin’ ’bout
If they ain’t told you, I’ma tell you

[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m afraid of forever
And I’m afraid like never
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night, yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m kissin’ on your neck for one night (for one night)
I’ma treat you like my wife for one night (for one night)
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night

[Verse 3: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Got a bitch in every room like a smoke detector
One white, one white just like salt and pepper
Shh, don’t be selfish, don’t be selfish, baby
Only one seat in that black Mercedes
Ah, ah, in there standin’ on the couch
Pass ’em out like a f*ckin’ voucher
Vroom, love the way you motormouth
Skrrt, GPS straight up to the house
You f*ck with Sean in the D, all in his DMs on Instagram
You f*ck with Wiz in the P, comments on all of his Instagrams
You f*ck with Drake in the 6, just admit you’re a believer
It’s never cheaper to keep her

[Pre-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m afraid of forever
And I’m afraid like never
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night, yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’m kissin’ on your neck for one night (for one night)
I’ma treat you like my wife for one night (for one night)
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night, hey, ayy, ayy
I’m kissin’ on your neck for one night (for one night)
I’ma treat you like my wife for one night (for one night)
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night

[Outro: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Girl, go ‘head and give it up
I’ma play with you for one night, one night
All we ever need is one night, one night

Elliott Trent – Vegas Love Lyrics

[Intro]
I don’t always say much
But I always say enough

[Verse 1]
Once again we back where we started
You played the game and i won the game and left you broken hearted
I’m sorry, and I mean that
I met one from the jump
But your love hurts so in return i threw a punch and it’s all bad
The good is gone
Not really, my feeling’s strong
I’m in the lobby, it feel like home
Debating on pick up the phone
Cuz’ i feel guilty but then I don’t
Dream just turned into hope
Should I pull up leave and take a chance
[?] just take a stand

[Pre-Chorus]
Ace, Jack
Your queen and i’m king
It was back
Too much to eat and see
Roll the dice
Roll the dice
I’m hoping I won’t crap out
GPS in love
Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

[Chorus]
I was all in
All bets on us
Gamble what I love
Put in a million on us
Million on us
Nah, it wan’t enough
So i’mma double up
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love

[Verse 2]
We arguing about skeletons in our closet
It’s break up, then make up
Real love remains uncharted
Conversation and good sex
Couldn’t focus on a picture man
It was a beautiful thing too bad
I never see you with your man
I took the chance
You did me wrong
I got the feelings
That’s what she own
I feel like Bobby [?]
I stormed out and now you’re all alone
Left you in the hotel
Now i’m back in this casino
For your love i bet a milli
While i sip [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Ace, Jack
Your queen and i’m king
It was back
Too much to eat and see
Roll the dice
Roll the dice
I’m hoping I won’t crap out
GPS in love
Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

[Chorus]
I was all in
All bets on us
Gamble what I love
Put in a million on us
Million on us
Nah, it wan’t enough
So i’mma double up
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
That Vegas love

[Bridge]
Tell me what to do
I can’t risk losing you girl
What’s the one price for love
Price for love
What’s the price for love

[Pre-Chorus]
Ace, Jack
Your queen and i’m king
It was back
Too much to eat and see
Roll the dice
Roll the dice
I’m hoping I won’t crap out
GPS in love
Cuz’ we really need this mapped out

[Chorus]
I was all in
All bets on us
Gamble what I love
Put in a million on us
Million on us
Nah, it wan’t enough
So i’mma double up
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
Girl you got that Vegas love
That Vegas love

Cdot Honcho – So Long

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

Maluma – GPS lyrics

Below are the complete “GPS” lyrics by Maluma displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017.

GPS lyrics

[Intro: Maluma]
Rudeboyz
Esto es una historia real, mi amor
Tú sabes que te estoy hablando a ti
Me ahogo en tus mares, mamacita

[Verso 1: Maluma]
Hoy pienso que ella me ama
Porque amanezco en su cama
Van varias noche de eso
Creo que la matan mis besos
Siento que puedo nadar
Flotando entre sus piernas pongo dulce el mar
Siento que en sus aguas puedo navegar
Ya llegue a la orilla y no me voy a ahogar

[Coro: Maluma]
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

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[Verso 2: Maluma]
Seis de la mañana, sé que tienes ganas
Pero me lo mama
Me lo mantiene contento
En su mente siempre hay malos pensamientos
Con un beso siempre me roba el aliento
Entre vinos y esposas, ella es peligrosa
En San Valentín pide latigo en vez de rosas
Ella es otra cosa, sabe que es virtuosa
No soy fotógrafo pero en mi cámara posa

[Pre Coro: Maluma]
Mándame una foto que motive
Que me vuelva loco y que me active
Déjame dártelo, yo quiero dártelo
Parte por parte, voy a secuestrarte, no me digas que no

[Coro: Maluma]
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

[Verso 3: French Montana]
Shawty, I’ma take you where there is no navigation
Pull up to the crib, there’s a sticky situation
Know me, let you cuff her, got her on probation
Hit me when you miss me, I’ma come for visitation
Got up in her head now, silk sheets getting head now
And only when I’m just takin’ off is when we layin’ down
Colombia like tato, hit up Capo like I’m Chapo
Drinking Blue Dot out the bottle, out the case like Desperado
Need no GPS, mami, vamo’ hacer el sex
Conmigo, shawty, no stress, do you right hasta las diez

[Pre Coro: Maluma]
Mándame una foto que motive
Que me vuelva loco y que me active
Déjame dártelo, yo quiero dártelo
Parte por parte, voy a secuestrarte, no me digas que no

[Coro: Maluma]
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6
Yo no necesito un GPS
Pa’ llegarte siempre donde estés
Déjame contarte, yo no vine a amarte
Sólo vine a darte hasta las 6

[Outro: Maluma, French Montana]
Alright, alright baby
You know what it is
When you hear that
You know who it is
Maluma
Dirty boy, baby
Montana!
Maluma!

AOA – Ai No Chouday (Sub Espñaol)

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
どこにいる? 今 誰といる?
どうして 電話に出れないの?
仕事だって 嘘じゃないって
見てよ心の GPS
四六時中 ほら まさに夢中
どうして そんなに冷たいの?
同じだって 愛してるって
僕を信じて Baby girl

辛い 辛い 辛い 辛い
もう 一人にしないで

[チョ/ソ] 恋のせいで危険な状態
[チョ/ソ] 愛のせいで 事態は重大
クルクルまわる 迷路の中
出口が見えない
恋のせいで 不安でいっぱい
愛のせいで 眠れないの
震える心 抱きしめて
優しくしてよ

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

愛してる なんて 一度で いいんじゃない?
気持ち 毎回言わなきゃ分かんない?
だから Love me? Love me? Love me? Love me?
いつでもどこでも関係ない
答えてよ Boy

そばにいないなら 胸が痛い
どうしてこんなに苦しいの?
同じだって 言わなくたって
僕もそうだよ Baby girl

嫌い 嫌い 嫌い 嫌い
もう どこへも行かせない

[チョ/ヘ] 恋のせいで危険な妄想
[チョ/ヘ] 愛のせいで めまいが限界
逆さに堕ちる 迷宮の底
あなたが見えない
恋のせいで 呼吸が困難
愛のせいで かなりやばい
他には誰も 触れさせない
あなたの心

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

本気の 愛なの しょうがない
想いの ヒートは 止まらない
まだまだ君は 知らない
これこそ二人の愛だと
[ユ/タ] 甘くて優しい 恋から
[ユ/タ] 苦くて厳しい 愛へと
[チョ/タ] 想いが深く なるほど
溺れてしまうもの

[チョ/ヘ] 恋のせいで危険な状態
[チョ/ヘ] 愛のせいで 事態は重大
クルクルまわる 迷路の中
出口が見えない
恋のせいで 不安でいっぱい
愛のせいで 眠れないの
震える心 抱きしめて
優しくしてよ

愛をちょうだい
どうすればいいの
愛をちょうだい
どうしたいの
愛をちょうだい
わかるでしょ? 教えてあげない

愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい
Hey, hey, hey
愛をちょうだい

Chris Brown – Lost & Found Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh woah

[Verse 1]
Tired of the conversations, questions ’bout me
Every time I leave the house, when I’m in or when I’m out
Girlfriend say I treat you foul but I don’t know
At the end of the day, you know yourself
And I’m tired of the times when you run your mouth
Time’s only running out, baby, you made me take a vow
Stop your whining, and sum it up, what are we now?
At the end of the day, you know yourself
Can’t hear when you’re talking loud
Oh, you do the most, this shit’s getting old, we both said enough
Went through this moment once when, my GPS broke
Don’t know where to go

[Chorus]
Every time I’m lost and found
Yeah, this is not the lost and found
Whose time are you wasting now?
‘Cause every time I’m lost and found, yeah
Oh, tell me who’s losing out
‘Cause you say it’s the end and playing games again, I found (I found)
Playing games again, I found, yeah
Playing games again, I found yeah

[Verse 2]
Baby, you were the one that I could trust the most, used to think you were beautiful
‘Til you would drink too many toasts, what would your mama say if
Girl, you’re drunk out your mind, oh my God, get to praying
Taking brandy with the wine, rude awakening
Lord don’t save her, she think she a big girl
Think she gon’ draft all the players, think she gon’ be ballin’ yeah
But no, no, no, no, I done worked too hard for these cars and this cash no, no, no, no
Selling your soul, might as well be selling your ass, no, no, no, stop kidding, girl, you know yourself

[Chorus]
Every time I’m lost and found
Yeah, this is not the lost and found
Whose time are you wasting now?
‘Cause every time I’m lost and found, yeah
Oh, tell me who’s losing out
‘Cause you say it’s the end and playing games again, I found

[Verse 3]
I don’t know why you keep fuckin’ with niggas
That really don’t be in the streets
Always actin’ hard like they murderers
Tell them niggas just run into me
This is not the lost and found, girl, you’re out of bounds
It take a lot of money to make her booty bounce
If you takin’ shots, better make it count
And girl, don’t do nothing for free
I see that shawty want her money back
She fuckin’ all over the internet
Dollars, where the money at?
Fuck around and run it up for a sack
Stealin’ weed, I bought my duffle bag
Only the, birds, bring them all back
Baby girl, don’t try and go there
You already know that

[Chorus]
Every time I’m lost and found, yeah (oh, oh, oh, every time)
This is not the lost and found (yeah)
Whose time are you wasting now? (Whose time are you wasting time?)
‘Cause every time I’m lost and found (’cause every time I’m lost and found)
Oh, up and down, back and fourth, all around
Oh, tell me who’s really losing out, yeah (tell me who’s really losing out)
‘Cause you say it’s the end and playing games again, I found

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, this is not the lost and found
Whose time are you wasting now?
Yeah

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (Uncensored)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

Injury Reserve – North Pole (feat. Austin Feinstein)

[Verse 1: Stepa J Groggs]
Not one to take the high road
So why start now?
Feels like I lost my way
And I’m not tryna be found
And I’m not the type to go and use a GPS
Let the liquor take the kid away like CPS
I love that Jay line talking bout CBS
I been doing the same since so I can see BS
Man, this ain’t a swan song
You can go and save your tissues
Not too many were there when I was dealing with my issues
Fucking up
Regretting all the time that I misused
Songs start going up and I get hit with "Oh, I missed you"s
Same number since ’04, so you can miss me with the excuse
Yeah, I’m not too hard to find
You know where I be
Prolly posted up with my niggas and my family
Feeling pressure in the pocket and I started scrambling
A couple yards is better than a loss, right?
I can’t be the only one that’s feeling lost, right?

[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Plastic confidence I know you see-through
Nothing fails faster than a reboot
Nothing feels only like a half-truth
Spiral twist, over it
Plastic confidence I know you see-through
Nothing fails faster than a reboot
Nothing feels only like a half-truth
Spiral twist, over it

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
"Hey, how you doing?
I know it’s been a minute since we talked, but man, how you been?
Seen your dad at the barber shop, shit, it felt like you, kid
Never realized how much he looked like you, shit
Man, I swear than you can free like 600 bars without losing it
Man, I’ll never love this rap shit
Not as much as you did
That was round when Kendrick had dropped OD
Man, I wish them pills ain’t make you fucking… Hold up
Was going through my phone and I still got you in my contacts
I wish that I could call and you could call back
Maybe pass my pops the phone, yeah
So I can hear him
Everyone says I sound just like him
But shit, man, I don’t hear it
Ask him if he heard the outro
Even though I know he know it
He was prolly watching over me
In that car when I had wrote it
My mom was there watching me in the crowd when I performed it
And you were watching over me when I wrote this, yeah"

[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Plastic confidence I know you see-through
Nothing fails faster than a reboot
Nothing feels only like a half-truth
Spiral twist, over it
Plastic confidence I know you see-through
Nothing fails faster than a reboot
Nothing feels only like a half-truth
Spiral twist, over it

[Outro]
It’s been so long, since you been home
Since I been home, at the north pole
I hit your phone , nights get so cold
Wind through my bones, at the north pole
I just need you, something to hold
Someone to know, at the north pole
I am just me, something to hold
Gets so alone, at the north pole [?]

Towkio – Hot Shit

[Verse 1]
Yeah, world in your palms
Stare at your shoes, never looked in the stars
Hot on my sleeve, shoulder, my arm
Ooh, you ice cold, I brush off the [?]
Tell me what it takes to get in them drawers
Got that slick tongue talk, that shit make ya moist
Come ride that pony ’til your voice is hoarse
How you drop to your knees make me praise the lord, yeah
Link with your girls and y’all hardly sober
Claim that they bi, but really just bipolar
Most of them can’t decide on which filter
Ooh, ya need guidance
Let me help show ya
Ex-girl crazy, you should be careful
I think Cupid hit his bow arrow
Oh, my head is crazy
But damn, my baby
[?] and fuck around, claim ya

[Chorus]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience
Now your secrets safe with me

[Verse 2]
Yeah, time window [?]
Just wait on the kick
And try and catch the beat
If you find the rhythm, and you work for me
No move with no pawn, you move like a queen
Attracted by law, don’t care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah they breath stink
Most of them broke, I hand out the X-rays
Or ski slopes and I ain’t talkin’ X-games
GPS the [?] are not connected
Get weaker, signal get longer
Knew why to [?] your reach until it keep calling
[?]
Make your mama sweat, you just watching so
Make it maximum, give them what they want
Have them coming back, man they fiending, uh

[Chorus]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
Resting on your conscience
Now your secrets safe with me

[Outro]
I said hot shit
They just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to
Feel it through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah
Can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
I said hot shit (shit)
Through your body, now you’re weak
Go and sleep, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sleep, go and
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hot shit

Vince Staples & Juicy J – Big Fish (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: Juicy J]
You can get anything you want
Know what I’m saying?
You want that over there?
You want that over there?
I got you

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I was up late night balling
So far from my past misfortune
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Ramona, I was round that corner
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
G slide right down do Sawyer
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Another story of a young black man
Tryna make it up out that jam, god damn
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
Take it easy, homie
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
Of the 22 bus stop way back when
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
For the click, clack, clap
Or the boop, bop, bam, cuz

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
At the park politickin’ with the kids
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
Took the smart route, never been marked out
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water
Mix the holy water with the Voss
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

Macklemore – Marmalade (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Can’t nobody get up in my car today
Back seat feeling like a charter plane
Bumping Silkk Da Shocker Charge 2 da The Game
Paint dripping like I’m whipping marmalade (whoa)
Look at the way that I’m shining
I don’t be checking the mileage
She said how much is that Rolie?
I said don’t worry I’m timeless
Watching Toy Story 3 that’s a great fucking movie
City of Jimi, Kurt, Quincy
City of me, Eddie, and Bruce Lee (whoa)
King of the road I drive slow like whoa
And I just switched over to Geico like whoa
Celebrating these life goals
But you ain’t getting no ride home

[Bridge: Macklemore]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down, yeah, you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face

[Chorus: Macklemore]
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
All eyes on me now, I be riding through Seatown
Taking pics when I eat out, girls ask me to freestyle
Neighbors hate it when I speed out
I ain’t turning these beats down
GPS and I reroute, chuck the deuce and I peace out
Sun roof tinted, don’t need your opinions
I be on my business, and you be on Tinder
And if I was single, I’d be right there with ya
But I’m committed, keep my dick in my britches
The women are moving their bodies
Sunset through numerous palm trees
Followed by the paparazzi
But they don’t get into our party
Tell the bell hop that I’m sorry
We 40 deep in the lobby
Travel the world with a posse
But soon I’ll be home
So call up my momma and tell her to pick up the phone
Cause I need that homemade lasagna that’s fresh out the stove
Grabbing the keys and I’m fresh out the door
King of my city whose next on the throne

[Bridge: Macklemore]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down, yeah, you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face

[Chorus: Macklemore & Lil Yachty]
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town (Lil Boat!)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
When you hear that speaker sound, ound, ound
You know who it is, Lil Boat in your town
Whoa, this beat so happy I will never frown
And my hair so nappy, it’s gonna be a problem braiding it down
Oh no, oh no, we been grinding from the go
Jump start, I just bought a new whip, push start
Push the coup down the highway like a go kart
All my niggas keep that toaster with them like a Pop Tart
Make her moan and she sound just like Mozart, pure art
I think they mad because I broke into the game with a crowbar
Top the charts, hip-hop ain’t the same we the new stars
Rock stars, look at all my chains call them ice pops
Ring pops, let the rain drop on the wrist watch
Fuck the cops, and fuck Donald Trump
Bitch, it’s Macklemore and Lil Boat
Anything else you need to know

[Bridge: Macklemore & Lil Yachty]
I be riding through the town
My music loud (Lil Boat!)
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass

[Chorus: Macklemore]
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

Vince Staples – Big Fish (Big Fish Theory Album)

You can get anything you want
Know what I’m saying?
You want that over there? You want that over there?
I got you

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night balling
So far from my past misfortune
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Ramona, I was round that corner
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
G slide right down Sawyer
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Another story of a young black man
Tryna make it up out that jam, god damn
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
Take it easy, homie
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
Of the twenty two bus stop way back when
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
For the click, clack, clap or the boop, bop, bam, ’cause

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
At the park politicin’ with the kids
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
Took the smart route, never been marked out
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water mix the holy water with the Voss
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

Ray J & Chris Brown – Famous (Burn My Name Album)

[Verse 1: Ray J + Chris Brown]
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on a check
Niggas smokin’ propane on the jet
Bitches doin’ cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I’m whippin’ the Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain’t nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin’ ’bout, "Baby I miss you"
Sentimental and I’m about to put you in your place
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I’ve been through, I got too much heart for this pencil
Damn right
I know that you cry when you’re goin’ to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain’t gon’ cry
‘Cause I’ll fuck around and make another one…

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time, look at it shine
Yeah, knowin’ I’m fine
Knowin’ you bitches won’t fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain’t mean it, know where I’m from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin’, nigga, already knowin’
Hoochie season and she already hoein’
She Beliziean, ’bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I’m goin’
She from the ‘jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it’s stainless, put you in danger then I made you

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

[Verse 3: Ray J]
Bitch I’m alive, yeah I’m alive
Yeah bitch, I’m alive
Told you fuck niggas you’ll see me in time
And to all my ex bitches just tellin’ those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn’t me, I’m not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one that planned it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin’ your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I’m happy now, yeah

[Chorus: Ray J + Chris Brown]
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh no, no

Vince Staples – Big Fish (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: Juicy J]
You can get anything you want
Know what I’m saying?
You want that over there?
You want that over there?
I got you

[Hook: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I was up late night balling
So far from my past misfortune
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Ramona, I was round that corner
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
G slide right down Sawyer
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Another story of a young black man
Tryna make it up out that jam god damn
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
Take it easy homie
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
Of the 22 bus stop way back when
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
For the click clack clap
Or the boop bop bam cuz

[Hook: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
At the park politicin’ with the kids
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
Took the smart route, never been marked out
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water
Mix the holy water with the Voss
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat

[Hook: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands

Vince Staples – Big Fish Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
You can get anything you want
Know what I’m saying?
You want that over there?
You want that over there?
I got you

[Hook: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I was up late night balling
So far from my past misfortune
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Ramona I was round that corner
Still down I’m a Norf Norf soldier
G slide right down sawyer
When we slide you won’t see morning
Another story of a young black man
Tryna make it up out that jam god damn
Bag back let me make my bands got plans
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
Take it easy homie
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
Of the 22 bus stop way back when
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
For the click clack clap
Or the boop bop bam cuz

[Hook: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
At the park politickin’ with the kids
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
Took the smart route, never been marked out
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water
Mix the holy water with the Voss
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat

[Hook: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousands

Stevie Stone – Options

[Intro]
When the base get to droppin’
When the base get to droppin’
Stevie Stone

[Hook]
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Listen I’m knockin’
Hoes get to poppin’
Man that boy got options
(When the base get to droppin’)
(Listen I’m knockin’)
(Hoes get to poppin’)
(Man that boy got options)

[Post hook]
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know

[Verse 1]
Well I’m back now, feelin’ underrated
I done blacked out, come here for confirmation
Send them packs out, ain’t got no moderation
Went and latched out, I got ’em kinda hatin’
I feel like 2Pac, bitch I’m Makaveli
Momma juggin’ on ’em, she look like Halle Berry
She from Daytona, got a sneak peak
Her body pokin’ out, she let me skeet skeet!
I’m here to make my rounds, Stevie showin’ up
Got that A1, that’s that uncut
Went and touched down, better raise up
Niggas hatin’ on me! We gettin’ paper

[Hook]
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Listen I’m knockin’
Hoes get to poppin’
Man that boy got options
(when the base get to droppin’)
(Listen I’m knockin’)
(Hoes get to poppin’)
(Man that boy got options)

[Post hook]
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know

[Verse 2]
I was on [?], got my wings ‘n’ shit
GPS up on the pussy, I can ping that shit
Hit the club body vocal, what a sea I get
Throw the [?] wide open, shoulda’ seen that bit
She be poppin’ (she be poppin’)
Well I’ma get that bit
Get it, get it baby boy
[?]’s that bitch
I’m just sayin’ now (sayin’ now)
All my green goes lit
We been makin’ power moves, watch the team get rich (get rich)
Roll up (roll up), Roll (roll up), Roll (roll up)
I brought the big box – call me manic though
Flex on me, naw – I crack the cantaloupe
[?] blockers bitch! Choosin’ give ’em Adderall

[Hook]
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Listen I’m knockin’
Hoes get to poppin’
Man that boy got options
(when the base get to droppin’)
(Listen I’m knockin’)
(Hoes get to poppin’)
(Man that boy got options)

[Post hook]
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know

Stevie Stone – Options Lyrics

Stevie Stone – Options Lyrics

[Intro]
When the base get to droppin’
When the base get to droppin’
Stevie Stone

[Hook]
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Listen I’m knockin’
Hoes get to poppin’
Man that boy got options
(When the base get to droppin’)
(Listen I’m knockin’)
(Hoes get to poppin’)
(Man that boy got options)

[Post hook]
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know

[Verse 1]
Well I’m back now, feelin’ underrated
I done blacked out, come here for confirmation
Send them packs out, ain’t got no moderation
Went and latched out, I got ’em kinda hatin’
I feel like 2Pac, bitch I’m Makaveli
Momma juggin’ on ’em, she look like Halle Berry
She from Daytona, got a sneak peak
Her body pokin’ out, she let me skeet skeet!
I’m here to make my rounds, Stevie showin’ up
Got that A1, that’s that uncut
Went and touched down, better raise up
Niggas hatin’ on me! We gettin’ paper

[Hook]
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Listen I’m knockin’
Hoes get to poppin’
Man that boy got options
(when the base get to droppin’)
(Listen I’m knockin’)
(Hoes get to poppin’)
(Man that boy got options)

[Post hook]
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know

[Verse 2]
I was on [?], got my wings ‘n’ shit
GPS up on the pussy, I can ping that shit
Hit the club body vocal, what a sea I get
Throw the [?] wide open, shoulda’ seen that bit
She be poppin’ (she be poppin’)
Well I’ma get that bit
Get it, get it baby boy
[?]’s that bitch
I’m just sayin’ now (sayin’ now)
All my green goes lit
We been makin’ power moves, watch the team get rich (get rich)
Roll up (roll up), Roll (roll up), Roll (roll up)
I brought the big box – call me manic though
Flex on me, naw – I crack the cantaloupe
[?] blockers bitch! Choosin’ give ’em Adderall

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[Hook]
It don’t matter when the base get to droppin’
Listen I’m knockin’
Hoes get to poppin’
Man that boy got options
(when the base get to droppin’)
(Listen I’m knockin’)
(Hoes get to poppin’)
(Man that boy got options)

[Post hook]
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know
Makin’ dough, drinkin’ mo’
Smokin’ weed, all I know

Stevie Stone – Options Lyrics

Rich Homie Quan – Heart Cold

[Verse 1]
They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before I close my eyes
Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
Fuckin’ hoes gettin’ old, gettin’ money ain’t new
Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
Got these 100 dollar bills in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no bitch to me that ain’t cool
It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out

[Hook]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ shit head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people, I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole

[Verse 2]
The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
Turn the volume up on yo’ headphones I wanna listen to it
Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planned
He sick of losin’ I heard he spent all of his advance
Feel like a movie I walked in feelin’ just like the man
On every move I hit up make sure I had my mans
Right hand true if I swear I will never take the stand
I swear I’d shoot you look at the blisters on my hand
Shine bright headlight I gotta make the transaction if you got the bread right
This cross make me feel alive

[Hook]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ shit head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people, I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole

[Outro]
Heart cold ice box
I close lights out
Talk hard pipe down
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I see dead people, I see dead people

Heart cold – Rich Homie Quan lyrics

Lyrics Rich Homie Quan – Heart cold

They throwin’ rocks behind their hands I’m not surprised
I don’t stand in traps I no longer supervise
I thank God every night before I close my eyes
Beefin’ with them niggas shot at ’em like 3 times
If I’m wrong then I don’t wanna be right
Got my phone in the back of my Levi’s
And I still don’t try no beef ’cause at the end she lied
I got these 100s in the safe stacked up neat high
f*ck a hoe get old, gettin’ money ain’t new
Shawty thinkin’ I’ma business man ’cause she seen homie in a suit
Top drop at anytime need a GPS for the roof
And I don’t really like no nigga who talk a lot rather show me what you gon’ do
Parallel in the parking lot I’m goin’ smoked out in the coupe
Got these 100 dollars in rubber bands ’cause I don’t like to carry money loose
Got a couple bands on these niggas’ head if I say the word they gon’ shoot
And I ain’t beefin’ with no nigga ’bout no b*tch to me that ain’t cool
It’s too much money to be made out here yeah
Gotta keep my gun it ain’t safe out here
Been stayin’ down can’t show my face ’round here
And I ain’t trippin’ cut the lights out
Got this cross on my chest and you know it’s iced out.(heart cold)

Heart cold ice box
I close lights out, Chicago ice out
Talk hard pipe down
Shootin’ sh*t head target
Dead friend red carpet
I can’t hear you nigga money in the way say it louder
Talk loud nah nigga versuri-lyrics.info
Ronny in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga
I’m paranoid, deep thought
I see dead people I see you before you comin’ I’m lookin’ through the peephole.

The G code yeah you know I’m stickin’ to it
Turn the volume up on the headphones I wanna listen to it
Keep the top of yo’ head and Batman and let the pistol do it
Can’t close my eyes gotta face my fear just grip and do it
Stick and move you know I’m stickin’ to what we planneddd.
Rich Homie Quan lyrics
Video cold

Quentin Miller – Addy (feat. Jace)

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
Woah, woah, woah
[?] what you niggas see me, I don’t know
I stay in the crib and let the money pile up
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
Whole squad on the same page
GPS locked, headed your way

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 2: Quentin Miller]
All she wants is for me to have fun
All he wants is for me to pull up, yeah
She already know I bought drugs
She hotter than a bubble bath, fuck
That’s how I know that she got me
I’m gon’ look out for my partners
Make sure you send me that address
I guarantee we gon’ pop up

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 3: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, I know that you can see me now, oh
Woah, woah, woah
And even if I don’t, fuck steppin’ out though
I can always hit the crib, let the money pile up
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
What you think? Well, let’s get it then
Whole squad on the same page
GPS locked, headed your way

[Hook: Quentin Miller]
Yeah, send the address
It’s poppin’ over there, send the address
Yeah, yeah, send the address
I be on the way to pick the bag up

[Verse 4: Jace]
Headed your way
Headed your way
You know I’m drivin’ fast
I ain’t takin’ the slow way
Send the addy, bring some baddies, yeah
We got molly, we got lean, we got Xannies
If anybody askin’ for, we don’t have it
Let me put it in my phone, let me map it
Wood grain spinnin’, ball, play centre
[?] for supper, home and feast, dinner
Pop up like a tulip but these seats can’t be overlooked
We over by the [?] so send a text, we comin’ through
Send a text, we comin’ through, just tell me where we comin’ to
I fuck with her, she comin’ too, all these bands I’m runnin’ through
I’ma be a groupie, look at all these fans I’m runnin’ through
I ain’t never Han Solo, baby, know I got my crew, yeah
So what you tryna do? Yeah
What you wanna do? Yeah

[Outro: Quentin Miller]
What you tryna do?
We can leave here now if you want to
Send me the address, I’ll come over
Then we can do what we want to
We can do whatever you want to
And you know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
You know you want to
Click fast night, you want to