Superbee – Lyricist Lyrics (feat. Swings & Young B)

Hangul

나는 에르메스 너는 헤지스
난 재채기
God bless me 넌 제길
난 넘어져도 재길
라임이 마약이었다면
내 역할 돈 꼴리온
넌 스물넘어도
엄마한테 담배 걸리죠
Jadakiss flow
심지어 난 자다 kiss
혀에다 pistol을 장착한 kit
어서 빨리 니 여자한테로 가봐 kid
물론 먼저 우리집 주솔 알아야지
Kanye nicki는 아니지만
Im a f**king monster
젤다가 날 베껴갔어 내가 어린 전설
내가 rising하는 걸 봐
일출처럼 멀리서
아님 스크린 도어 안 달린
지하철보다 멀리 서
에이샙이 어제 니 강아지랑 바람 핌
내 line이 니 따귀를
치고난뒤에 따 귀
씬을 먹어 아웃사이더 랩보다 82
넌 그저 집나간 자식 X을 잡지

동에 번쩍 서에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
내가 통이래 yeah umm
내가 통이래 yeah umm

남에 번쩍 북에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
듣고 통일해 yeah umm
듣고 통일해 yeah umm

Chillin in the GT listenin to C3
우린 많아 cream 수푠 하얘
Like some BB
SUPERBEE랑 외제차 타고 s단 걸어
Skrrt skrrt skrrt girl group 처럼
우릴 굶겨봐 내 diet처럼 결국 먹어
Haters들은 먼지 yea 툭툭 털어
승리의 여신 내 말이 들린건지
모두 stand up #무릎 위에 흘린 커피
난 F killa 너넨 눈 감고 잠자리
커봤자 내 그림자 너보다는 항상 위
감옥 모범생보단 방종 날라리
내 rap 신선해 마치 첫 딸딸이
너가 골키퍼여도 내가 세운 공
손 못대
힙합은 호구 난 거유 꽃뱀 뽕빼
내 머리는 좀 컸어 힘을 가졌대두
근데 가짜한텐 알레리가 있어 에츄

동에 번쩍 서에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
내가 통이래 yeah umm
내가 통이래 yeah umm

남에 번쩍 북에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
듣고 통일해 yeah umm
듣고 통일해 yeah umm

Come back season 놀랐지
너네 이런 기분 몰라
걔네다 내 이름을 알어 아는척
입은 좀 닫고
난 원해 이쁜누나의 폰
내 이불에 담어
넌 하고 싶은데 사려
근데 난 기쁜데 가려
영비 물려받을래 옥키남 타이틀
내 전여친 슬프대도 im a kid
이 밤도 한번이니
문도 다 잠궈 bitch
너네 병신인이유
사랑해 줘도 간보니
이번년에 바꾼 아이폰 4대
또 계속 바뻐
게으른애들 맘이 아퍼
안 변하지 태도 나뻐
BITCHES 내 배려갔고
2017 제대로 땄어
깊이가 안보이지
너 느낌있는 애들 따러
고1일인 난 수퍼비형한테 페매보냈네
교촌치킨 알바라도 할 뻔 했을때
걍 랩해 말했고 했네
난 외제차 없어 이건
다음 level take that

동에 번쩍 서에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
내가 통이래 yeah umm
내가 통이래 yeah umm

남에 번쩍 북에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
듣고 통일해 yeah umm
듣고 통일해 yeah umm

Romanization

Naneun eleumeseu neoneun hejiseu
Nan jaechaegi
God bless me neon jegil
Nan neom-eojyeodo jaegil
Laim-i mayag-ieossdamyeon
Nae yeoghal don kkollion
Neon seumulneom-eodo
Eommahante dambae geollijyo
Jadakiss flow
Simjieo nan jada kiss
Hyeoeda pistol-eul jangchaghan kit
Eoseo ppalli ni yeojahantelo gabwa kid
Mullon meonjeo ulijib jusol al-ayaji
Kanye nickineun anijiman
Im a f**king monster
Jeldaga nal bekkyeogass-eo naega eolin jeonseol
Naega risinghaneun geol bwa
Ilchulcheoleom meolliseo
Anim seukeulin do-eo an dallin
Jihacheolboda meolli seo
Eisaeb-i eoje ni gang-ajilang balam pim
Nae linei ni ttagwileul
Chigonandwie tta gwi
Ssin-eul meog-eo aus-saideo laebboda 82
Neon geujeo jibnagan jasig Xeul jabji

Dong-e beonjjeog seoe beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm

Nam-e beonjjeog bug-e beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm

Chillin in the GT listenin to C3
Ulin manh-a cream supyon hayae
Like some BB
SUPERBEElang oejecha tago sdan geol-eo
Skrrt skrrt skrrt girl group cheoleom
Ulil gulmgyeobwa nae dietcheoleom gyeolgug meog-eo
Hatersdeul-eun meonji yea tugtug teol-eo
Seungliui yeosin nae mal-i deullingeonji
Modu stand up #muleup wie heullin keopi
Nan F killa neonen nun gamgo jamjali
Keobwassja nae geulimja neobodaneun hangsang wi
Gam-og mobeomsaengbodan bangjong nallali
Nae rap sinseonhae machi cheos ttalttal-i
Neoga golkipeoyeodo naega se-un gong
Son mosdae
Hibhab-eun hogu nan geoyu kkochbaem ppongppae
Nae meolineun jom keoss-eo him-eul gajyeossdaedu
Geunde gajjahanten alleliga iss-eo echyu

Dong-e beonjjeog seoe beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm

Nam-e beonjjeog bug-e beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm

Come back season nollassji
Neone ileon gibun molla
Gyaeneda nae ileum-eul al-eo aneuncheog
Ib-eun jom dadgo
Nan wonhae ippeunnunaui pon
Nae ibul-e dam-eo
Neon hago sip-eunde salyeo
Geunde nan gippeunde galyeo
Yeongbi mullyeobad-eullae ogkinam taiteul
Nae jeon-yeochin seulpeudaedo im a kid
I bamdo hanbeon-ini
Mundo da jamgwo bitch
Neone byeongsin-in-iyu
Salanghae jwodo ganboni
Ibeonnyeon-e bakkun aipon 4dae
Tto gyesog bappeo
Geeuleun-aedeul mam-i apeo
An byeonhaji taedo nappeo
BITCHES nae baelyeogassgo
2017 jedaelo ttass-eo
Gip-iga anboiji
Neo neukkim-issneun aedeul ttaleo
Go1il-in nan supeobihyeonghante pemaebonaessne
Gyochonchikin albalado hal ppeon haess-eulttae
Gyang laebhae malhaessgo haessne
Nan oejecha eobs-eo igeon
Da-eum level take that

Dong-e beonjjeog seoe beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm

Nam-e beonjjeog bug-e beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm

Lil Tjay – Leaked (Remix) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Lil Tjay & Lil Wayne]
Ooh, yeah
Lil Tjay
So I’m skrrting off the scene in a foreign, see me goin’
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong (Ooh)
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don’t know what she on (Ooh)
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got to put my Perc’ in, it’s workin’
Lil Mama, say she nervous, yeah, sure bitch
I just want a lil’ mountain, lip service
Treat it like a house, she want insurance
I’ma fuck her good one time, let her unwind
She gon’ tell me where to come at, I’ma come fly
Put my thumb up in her yeah, yeah, she gon’ jump by
I’ma fuck her like a madman, I ain’t even mad, man
She gon’ do a handstand or standing ovation
She rub my red flag, I call her Rozation
She get the pedi and the manicure, but no facial
Natural beauty, I’ma call your mother, “Mother Nature”
Under the covers, she know Tucnechi like the Undertaker
Girl that’s my pussy, she say, “Daddy, that’s an understatement”
I got it leaking like a pool lane
She call me Tunechi, when we fuck, she call me Tunechi

[Verse 2: Lil TJay]
I got up out my Birkin, it’s workin’
She said she a virgin, it’s hurtin’
But she ain’t never show me love when my pockets hurtin’
Now she see a nigga on, she fucking and slurping
And they see me puttin’ on and it got them nervous
We don’t never need to ball, I did it on purpose
And I used to play the block with the fiends, got some knots to my jeans
If a nigga talk hot, we gon’ pop for his bean (Nah-nah)
I’m coming strong and they knew that
You ain’t no competition, boy, don’t think you wanna do that (I’m like)
You had your chance, but you blew that (Lil Tjay)
Everybody asking who that? (Oh, no, no, no, no)
The fuck going on?
Someone in my circle started leaking all my songs
I’ma stay ten toes, I’ma still go strong
I don’t get these snake niggas, we just can’t get along

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
So I’m skrrting off the scene in a foreign, see me goin’
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don’t know what she on
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
Fuck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I’m in the stu’, this my new grind
I’m cooking up, I’m cooking up, ain’t tryna lose time
I shoot it up, don’t give a fuck, ain’t tryna lose mine

[Verse 3: Lil Tjay with Lil Wayne]
Gangbang, growing up I was Stain Gang
Stain Gang, promise I was only tryna maintain
Lil TJay SB, that’s the gang gang
Ask about me, bet they tell you how my name ring
And I know they gon’ hate ’cause I’m up now
I’m at the point where I don’t really give a fuck now
Free the guys, I’ma say it ’til they touch down
One day everybody have a bustdown

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
So I’m skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin’
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don’t know what she on
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
Fuck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I’m in the stu’, this my new grind
I’m cooking up, I’m cooking up, ain’t tryna lose time
I shoot it up, don’t give a fuck, ain’t tryna lose mine (Dystinkt Beats)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Gang, gang, pulling up
I was stain gang, stain gang, pulling up
Promise I was only trying to maintain
Lil Tunechi, YMB, that’s the gang, gang
Lil Tunechi, YMB, that’s the gang, gang
And I know they gon’ hate ’cause I’m up now
I’m at the point, I don’t really give a fuck now
Free the guys, I’ma scream it ’till they touch down
Lil Tunechi, YMB, that’s the gang, gang

Yung Bans – No Lip Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans]
In this lil’ boy
In this lil’ boy
In this lil’ boy, [?]
Imma do these drugs, [?]
[?]

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Hey, check out this drip, bitch
Don’t give me no lip, bitch
I don’t wanna kiss, make her suck on this dick tip
Heard you got my name in your mouth, talkin’ like a bitch
And you pocket watchin’ don’t worry ’bout what I get
Hey, all these bitches on my body, they can’t leave me lone
This that one on one shit, I don’t wear no damn V-Lone
Raf Simmons coat on my body got it straight from Rome
Twenty thousand for this fit, ya got this shit on

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Let’s go
Ya, got this shit on
Ya, got your bitch gone
Still that same young nigga wake up and kick a door
Please take a wrist for the door, huh
Hit for a brick of the snow, (ya)
Fuck on yo thot she a go
Ridin’ the drop with the hoe
Pull up and hop out the ghost
Got the cartiers on wit’ the Gucci loafs
Stick on me you know I’m gon’ blow
Pop too many percs I don’t want no more, ya
Diamonds on me like still, young nigga still can’t fuck with the man in the mirror
All white ice on me [?]
Whole game flipped the game dealer, robbers and killers

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Hey, check out this drip, bitch
Don’t give me no lip, bitch
I don’t wanna kiss, make her suck on this dick tip
Heard you got my name in your mouth, talkin’ like a bitch
And you pocket watchin’ don’t worry ’bout what I get
Hey, all these bitches on my body, they can’t leave me lone
This that one on one shit, I don’t wear no damn V-Lone
Raf Simmons coat on my body got it straight from Rome
Twenty thousand for this fit, ya got this shit on

[Verse 2: Macintoshhh]
I’m gon’ do the race, fuck that case, you can’t catch me
I’m gon’ drip today, shawty late, he so next week
Say she wanna play, where I stay, she molest me
Told her pump her brakes, baby wait, why you stressin’, huh
Ooh, she a freak, freak, (ya)
I can’t feel no teeth, teeth, (let’s go)
Diamond on me fleek, fleek
Ain’t nothin’ ’bout me cheap, cheap
Fuck her I go deep, deep, (I go deep)
I pull up call B, B
I don’t do no repeat
I hit it and I deep, deep
Pull off in that GT
She lie he so street, street
Ain’t no love for Kiki
Unless he sign my lease, lease
Bitch ain’t shit for free, free
We gon’ trap all week, week
And I got your [?]
You can’t ever cheat me
I done put [?]
These niggas can’t see me
[?]
I ain’t even on [?]
And you know my swag on
How the fuck they gon’ teach me
I ain’t even no [?]

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Hey, check out this drip, bitch
Don’t give me no lip, bitch
I don’t wanna kiss, make her suck on this dick tip
Heard you got my name in your mouth, talkin’ like a bitch
And you pocket watchin’ don’t worry ’bout what I get
Hey, all these bitches on my body, they can’t leave me lone
This that one on one shit, I don’t wear no damn V-Lone
Raf Simmons coat on my body got it straight from Rome
Twenty thousand for this fit, ya got this shit on

[Outro]
[?] all the way up
It’s that Mooktoven exclusive
Season 4 the mixtape niggas

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

G Herbo – Who Run It

[Intro]
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT, leer or somethin’
Put Posto in the Air or somethin’
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Pharris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions, I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in various (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly and I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll clap a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do Mike Amiri’s, every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, "Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do"
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit

G Herbo – Who Run It (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT [?] somethin’
Put Posto in the Air or somethin’
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Ferris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions and I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in furious (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly, I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll grab a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do [?], every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, "Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do"
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit

G Herbo – Who Run It Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT [?] somethin’
Put five star in the Arizona
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Ferris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I’ll do ya kinda like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Whoopin’, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions and I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in furious (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly, I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll grab a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, “Gang-gang first,” you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
“Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried”
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do [?], every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, “Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do”
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit

Quality Control – She For Keeps (feat. Quavo & Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say, "Damn baby, you bad," I say, "I commit murders"
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gayle
I’m me, when will these girls ever see?
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Ki-ki, ki-ki

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

Quavo – She For Keeps lyrics

Quavo with “She For Keeps” ft. Nicki Minaj.

She For Keeps lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

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[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say, “Damn baby, you bad,” I say, “I commit murders”
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches f*ck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t f*ckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

QUAVO – She For Keeps lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say, “Damn baby, you bad,” I say, “I commit murders”
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches f*ck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t f*ckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

Quavo & Nicki Minaj – She For Keeps

[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say damn baby you bad, I say I commit murders
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

Malcolm – Ninho paroles

Paroles Ninhi – Malcolm

3 grammes, 3 clopes, je vais peut-être mourir comme Malcolm
Phillipp Plein, René Lacoste, nous feront tomber dans la drogue
Je n’oublie pas mais je pardonne
Méfiant, mafieux comme Al Capone
Et les derniers seront les premiers quand ils pourront tricher
Dans le quartier c’est trop miné, on se retrouve au Q.G
T’es qu’une baltringue donc si tu le fais c’est que t’es obligé
Avec barrage dans le GT je suis comme dans la fusée
Fumée grise, poumons noirs, je perds des milliers de neurones
Je maîtrise tu sais de quoi je parle, je suis dans la street pour des euros
On fera des malheureux et des heureux, des malheureux et des heureux
On est pas des chanceux, l’avenir appartient aux plus désireux.

Je suis pas trop là, je les laisse entre eux
Me demande pas pourquoi, je répondrai parce que
Ils parlent de moi quand t’es avec eux
Quand je suis avec eux, ils parlent de toi les envieux
Beaucoup de “on m’a dit”, beaucoup d’à-ce qui paraît
Très peu de tentatives mais beaucoup de simagrées
Il paraît que le temps passe vite, je peux pas réfléchir après
Je dois réfléchir tout de suite, je réponds quand le bif m’appelle.

Et deux billets de 500 brisent une amitié parce que ton ami veut plus que la moitié
Quand j’avais pas ce métier, dis moi où vous étiez? versuri-lyrics.info
Tout ce que je retiens c’est que quand t’es bien ils te boufferont les pieds
Il n’y a que les miens qui profitent de mes gains, dis à ta petite sœur de se rhabiller
Demande à l’assoc’ de Sevran-Beaudottes, Beaucoup de paroles très peu d’actes
La rue me rend autodidacte, je crois que j’étais le meilleur candidat
Y a des choses qu’on dit, y a des choses qu’on dit ap’
Au pays du bleu blanc rouge j’arrive en noir c’est un handicap
J’ai promis à l’équipe que j’abandonnerai ap’, que je reviendrai avec des cadeaux dans la hotte
La télé, les hits et la côte, si tu savais comment j’avais hâte
Quand j’étais môme, aujourd’hui c’est plus la même
Faut du bif pour le loyer de ma mère surtout pas pour ces connes qui font des manières.

Je suis pas trop là, je les laisse entre eux
Me demande pas pourquoi, je répondrai parce que
Ils parlent de moi quand t’es avec eux
Quand je suis avec eux, ils parlent de toi les envieux
Beaucoup de “on m’a dit”, beaucoup d’à-ce qui paraît
Très peu de tentatives mais beaucoup de simagrées
Il paraît que le temps passe vite, je peux pas réfléchir après
Je dois réfléchir tout de suite, je réponds quand le bif m’appelleee.(malcolm)
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