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Future & Young Thug – 10 Years Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Ayy, guess what I been doin’?
Hold on, I’ma put you down as soon as the beat drop (Yeah)
Right here

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been poppin’ pills 10 years consistently
Breakin’ all the rules, won’t give ’em decency
She said fuck her soft, give her some decency
I bought 20 tabs on the regular (Yeah)
Real street nigga but I ain’t regular (Yeah)
Drinkin’ on lean, Lord of the Rings, ga-ga-gasoline (On God)
Baddies on my schedule, my bitch say “Sir, yes sir”

[Chorus: Young Thug, Future & Both]
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years, consistency (Syrup)
I been poppin’ beans 10 years, consistency (That syrup)
Bend that bitch right over like I’m Hercules (Ooh)
I been drinkin’ lean consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Future]
Ooh, my ice stay [?]
Woah, I’m strapped like [?]
Whole lot of jewels, ooh, a whole lot of jewels, ooh, ooh (On god)
Re-up, T up the cash with my feet up (Yeah), oh
Put a whole pint in a 16 liter, ooh
[?], we was in our worst [?]
Pull up [?], nigga make it squirt off
Hold up, they could never touch us
They could never search us, geeked off acid (Acid)
Hold up, they never approached us
They never robbed us, hold up, they cappin’ (Brrr)
I done got too geeked up, I done start talkin’ to myself, I’m ahead of myself

[Chorus: Young Thug, Future & Both]
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I turned the Bentley to cream
Spray a nigga with the [?]
I, I been drinkin’ purple lean
Mix it with a lil’ codeine
Panoramic (Yeah)
I heard you ratted
They’ll turn off on all of your partners
I cannot [?] Gucci [?]
I saw you through Gucci binoculars
I blowed off the roof with no chopper
Extended clip for the rasta
Devilish chain for a rockstar
I made the gang in a roster
Red and blue flags like a cop car
You know they gon’ move if I come
I pass all the swoo to my partners
I pass all the swoo to my partners
You pull your pants down and get caught
You play with my shit, you’ll get popped
I didn’t fuck your bitch, I got top
Your bitch with my dawg, she gettin’ tossed
I done made myself a big boss
Syracuse diamonds cost a loft
36 tick-tocks, Gunna Gunna crip walk
12 chains spaced out
Fucked her at [?] (Woo)
I’m a gangster, got big nuts (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta push it up (Woo)
I ain’t callin’ none of this luck
In Slime We Trust

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Future & Both]
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been poppin’ pills 10 years consistently
Breakin’ all the rules, won’t give ’em decency
She said fuck her soft, give her some decency
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently (Ayy)

Gunna – Richard Millie Plain Lyrics

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[Intro]
Playmakers
Run that back, Turbo

[Pre-Chorus]
Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin’ cash on a private plane (Countin’ cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

[Chorus]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil’ fame now
Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin’ like I’m shootin’ at the range (Range)

[Verse 1]
Quick, I can let it bang (Bang)
Rich nigga, I let her keep the change (Change)
Fake love, I don’t care to really hang (Fake love)
You a dub and I know you full of shame (You a dub)
Speed it up, know they want to take the lane (Speed it up)
Uh, take a school bus, board the plane (Board the plane)
Did it first, heard they tried to call it lame, huh?
Now these niggas lookin’ like the same (Same)
They was tryna steal my style, dawg
Full outfit, I had to change (Had to change)
Tempt me, I’ma go AWOL (AWOL)
People gon’ think I’m insane (Insane)
I’ma skeet skeet in her face, awh
Fell in love with her brain (Skeet skeet)
Pull the skrrt skrrt on a hater
All you niggas saw was my chain (Skrrt skrrt)
Kiss my ring (My ring)
Pretty bitch swallowed a bean (My bean)
Then she gon’ swallow my thing (My thing)
Lot of ass in the Philipp Plein jeans (Jeans)
Gotta ask? Yeah, I still sip lean (Sip lean)
Swag, bitch, you know what I mean (Mean)
Got the cash like the money machine (Machine)
Black pointers in the bottom of my ring

[Pre-Chorus]
Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin’ cash on a private plane (Countin’ cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

[Chorus]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil’ fame now
Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin’ like I’m shootin’ at the range

[Verse 2]
Extended kick, I love pointers (Pointers)
Shoppin’ spree, spent me a quarter (Quarter)
Wish him well, I got water (Water)
You a spare, I’m a little smarter (Smarter)
That’s your bitch, then you gotta spoil her (Spoil her)
Tote bananas like it came with a spoiler (With a spoiler)
See you on the camera, I’ma kill your daughter (Kill your daughter)
Niggas know I’m havin’, still drippin’ harder (Still drippin’ harder)
Chromeheart crossin’ my collar (Collar)
All the heels got red on the bottom (Bottom)
Don’t compare, you are not in my column (Nah)
Don’t fall, we ain’t nowhere near autumn (Near autumn)
I’m a man, I’ma solve my problems, awh
Told my family I got ’em (I got ’em)
He was talkin’ his mouth, he ain’t ’bout it at all
Now they don’t know who shot him (Now they don’t know who shot him)
Love Atlanta (Atlanta)
Too much mud in my Fanta (My Fanta)
Gunna pulled up in a Phantom (Pulled up)
Seats same color banana (Banana)
C’s all on the bandana (Yeah)
Please don’t correct my grammar (Please don’t correct my grammar)
Please don’t argue, got candles (Grieve)
Achieve, I have my standards

[Pre-Chorus]
Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin’ cash on a private plane (Countin’ cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

[Chorus]
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil’ fame now
Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin’ like I’m shootin’ at the range

Moneybagg Yo – Wat U On Lyrics

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[Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Tay Keith
Run that back, Turbo
Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff
I balanced down and now I’m flying above
I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I’m filled up with suds
Locked with them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas don’t wanna touch
You might can drip, but you don’t drip it like us

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the club
So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I’m balling, bitch
Fuck [?]
Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
Don’t try to come around when you get squeaked, can’t fuck with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
I know some hittas that’s ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
I’m dripping, I’m leaking, I’m flashing my teeth, right now as I speak (I’m iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my passport (global)
I used to walk in the front door (then what?)
Finesse ’em and run out the back door (gone)

[Verse 4: Gunna]
We the bosses, you can’t boss over us
Get put in coffin, no more losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder white with the pecan guts
I’ma ride, I’m the one you can trust
Homicide niggas stay in the cut
I came a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young nigga booked up

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Outro]
Damn, Denaro

Lil Baby – Life Goes On lyrics

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(feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Trap house, Jeep goes too fast
I don’t even wear no seatbelt (seatbelt)
Bad lil’ bitch got no breasts (no breasts)
Upgrade, now she got D-cups (D-cups)
Hop out the Range, I’m blowin’ (blowin’)
Who is Lil Baby? He goin’ in (goin’ in)
Man these old rappers gettin’ borin’ (borin’)
They be takin’ shots, I ignore them (ignore them)
Send them packs to the hood while I’m tourin’ (tourin’)
Makin’ plays out of town like I’m Jordan (scorin’)
Need to go get your ho ’cause she whorin’ (scorin’)
If her ball come my way I’ma score it (scorin’)
Lamborghini, I don’t want no Porsches (Porsches)
I’m on fire, don’t touch me, I’m torchin’ (torchin’)
Had to fix all my teeth, I went porcelain (porcelain)
Put the town on my back, I’m a [?]
One more year, I’ma make it to Forbes’ List (Forbes’ List)
They love me in the Bay like E-40 (40)
I be sittin’ exotic on Moreland (Moreland)
Ain’t no strings attached, keepin’ it cordless (cordless)
She keep callin’, but I keep ignorin’ it
Ain’t no stoppin’, I’m keepin’ it [?]
Man these niggas can’t stop me, I’m goin’ in
Man these niggas can’t stop me, I’m goin’ in

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (oh no, no)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (let you go)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (clothes)
Got a bonus, I sold out a show (show)
Gunna hot like a pot on the stove
Yellow AP on all of my hoes (hoes)
I like when that white on her toes
Picture me ridin’ around in that Rolls
I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole
I ain’t got time to lay up with you hoes (hoes)
All of these drugs in my body
I gotta pay somebody keep checkin’ my pulse
Walk in the club with no [?] money
They swing on the pole (pole)
Water on me like Dasani
I shine when it’s sunny, this Platinum in Rolls
Gunna Gunna out the streets
When I go to DC I’ma fuck with Lil Mo

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (oh no, no)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (let you go)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes (yeah)
I can switch my girls up the same way that I change my clothes (okay)
Man it’s crazy, all blue backend in the envelope (let’s get it)
And you know I’m never lackin’, gotta [?] this traffic
Water, water, water on my Patek (woah), it’s automatic
I drink water when I’m fastin’ (water), you’s a has-been
They would love me in a casket, I can’t have it
Boy I’m far from average, better wait your turn, better get it right

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (oh no, no)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)

[Outro: Gunna]
Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (clothes)
Got a bonus, I sold out a show (show)
Gunna hot like a pot on the stove
Yellow AP on all of my hoes (hoes)
I like when that white on her toes
Picture me ridin’ around in that Rolls
I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole
Still ain’t got time to lay up with you hoes (hoes)