G Herbo – Summer Is Cancelled Lyrics

[Intro]
How? How’d he save Chiraq?
How? Where’s my brother?
How? Bitch, we been to war
I can’t, I dont talk that Chicago shit
I don’t know nun bout that
I know about everywhere I go I gotta have my muhf**kin’ gun period
I know about **** big homie —
I don’t call them niggas, “Big”, they ain’t my big homies
Them niggas ain’t never did shit but finesse me, for real
But what I’m telling you don’t get finessed
All them shorties that wanna beat a 100 — niggas up
Man, check niggas out

[Verse 1]
Come on, just think about it before you kill about it (Come on)
See what’s really ’bout it
Chill out and analyze, tell me how you feel about it (Feel)
But one thing about it, I’m really ’bout it
Did shit, ain’t trip about it, think about it, but we wasn’t just doing it to anybody (Nuh-uh)
Nigga, you don’t get no points for no innocent bodies (Goofy)
Pussy, you ain’t even hear who you shot at (Pussy)
In the jam, he grabbin’ a bitch to shield his body
All these new street niggas, they really rotten
Same niggas riding around, getting high outside, killed his bro with a smile, niggas really plottin’
Lot of niggas 2019, getting killed with they partners
And niggas stories mixed with they body language, don’t be adding up how they really rockin’
In that lil’ pouch, is something, arm reach where my Glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid, what you staring for, pacing back and forth, I’ma need you to stop that
I could turn nothing to something, how you top that?
If I want something, it’s nothing, I could cop that
Humble, but you know my shit, I’ll pop that
Stand up straight in the Maybach, where the top at?
I’m inspiration for niggas who trappin’
Voice for the niggas who always get shot at
I’m living proof you can get off the block
It’s for every hood, I don’t care if you not black

[Interlude]
Man, do not get finessed
Even the best get finessed
I got finessed, that’s why I am the way I am
I ain’t callin’ muhf**ker no big shit, big who?
f**k
La Música de Harry Fraud

[Verse 2]
I been from the snake pits, to a lion’s den
I was in a Benz, riding with my friends
Riding with FN’s, cried with my mans
Lives in each other’s hands, this is not pretend
I ain’t playing with emotions, I won’t show my hand (Uh-uh)
Give the hustle my devotion, so I know I can (Yeah)
I ain’t dealing with promotion, just so they know what I’m sayin’
Need the back end, eight to four hours before the show when I land
I hit a bug before school, bought three bags of chips and soda in the can
Now I’m getting 30 a show and the strip club just want me to show for a 10
All these millions touch my hands, that’s from taking chances
Oh, they telling me I’m the man? I ain’t even settle in yet
Gotta get a youngin’ together, they starve on the regular, uh
I came from sparkin’ competitors, my life was never no regular-degular
Way before records, etcetera, I was with felons and narcotic peddlers, uh
Tell them just weather the weather, the longer the storm then the better the grass gonna grow
We was in the middle of wars, had guns on our waist, we was selling our bags in the snow
But can’t live the street life forever, it’s bread or Berettas, I keep on telling ’em
For my niggas in jail and who bitches stopped reading them letters but kept on mailing them
Do this shit for the bottom, as long as I stay on top, I’ma keep y’all relevant, uh

[Outro]
For all my lil one’s, all my friends and family, everybody I love, everybody I call Blood, my people
Man, I catch y’all stupid ass out here tryna kick it on these blocks, I’m hot poppin’ out and hittin’ you in your shit
If I love you, I’m hittin’ you in your shit ’cause that shit over with
All them holes in the walls, all that weak ass shit where niggas putting them calls through, texting, all that goofy shit, man
Niggas gotta play it by the rules, man
People that’s losing they life for shiesty shit cause niggas is scared, niggas ain’t getting up tryna hit they man
Niggas shootin’ some craps and all kind of goofy shit and I can’t be a hypocrite
I can’t, you know, talk about nothin’ nobody doing, but all this shit is cancelled
Summer is cancelled

French Montana – A1 (Intro Track) Lyrics

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[Intro: Koko Taylor]
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Everything, everything, everything gon’ be alright
Oh, yeah
Coke boy, baby, baby, baby

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ha, yeah, graduated while I’m aggravated
From the half that made it, we was drinkin’, faded
Me, and life and death is half-related (H-half-related)
Masturbatin’ on a scale for a hundred million
Askin’ God how we made it
Watchin’ John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin’ some
Half a David, freedom got confiscated
We mob-relate, John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw
Yeah, school of gladiators, makin’ Salaat on a [?]
Black glove, hot slug for these cold women
Militant like the Middle East, go for menages
69, said 6ix9ine conspiracies
Triple threat, trinity, triangle officers label in [?]
Yeah, Allah prophet
They hit your brain, mop it, clean
What type of [?]?
Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green
Multi-millionaire, strapped like Oda
Guarantee she knew tricks to old dawgs (Bom-bom-bom)

[Refrain: French Montana]
I told mama pray for me, baby, wait here for me
God and Cain, waitin’ for me; the hate, came from me
Millions I made from it; chains, waitin’ for me
Change, I made from it; Montana ain’t a dummy, uh

[Verse 2: French Montana]
New year, half a mil’, face on the bill (Bill), here, Cabo chill
Desperado with an AR like the top, Montana John stop
If there’s a movie out, play the Al Pacino part
Mama raise us all, and you been a [?]
Not even Cuban, smokin’ Cuban cigars in Cuba
Lost Jinks, lost Macs, lost [?]
Drinkin’, smokin’ feel empty in this penthouse (Ah)
[?] like [?], mans like rainbow smoke, 41 shots like Diego
Shout-out to Abel, I turn the Weekends to the Weekdays
DJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days
Yes, I big like the kid from [?], just us
Stylist out be dressin’, bitches gon’ be stressin’
Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Method
I made it even and the game is odd
Everybody kickin’ game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God

[Refrain: French Montana]
Tell mama to pray for me; feds got a name for me
Cell waitin’ for me
Mils’ I made from it; chains, waitin’ for me
Change, I made from it; Montana ain’t a dummy, uh

[Outro]
La música de Harry Fraud
It’s nothing to take me higher

French Montana – Suicide Doors Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shy Glizzy – Ohana Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
La música de Harry Fraud
Ohana, yeah

[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor?
Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna

[Verse 1]
Remember when they couldn’t stand us, now we got millions
I told my niggas time to man up, ’cause we got children
Niggas thought I was lyin’ when I said all my uncles killing
Last time I checked my bloodline, you wasn’t la familia
You dragged me through the mud, girl, really thought this shit was deeper
I’m tired of all this fake love, damn, I miss my auntie Neeka
I was on the block with a four-five Glock and a half a pound of reefer
Waitin’ on a nigga to throw me the rock just like a wide receiver
Niggas talkin’ a whole lot of nonsense, that don’t mean none’ to me
Set examples for my lil’ cousins, they lookin’ up to me
Every time I see an opp they tryna say what’s up to me
Like a nigga ain’t just spin the block and give ’em a buck fifty

[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor?
Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna

[Verse 2]
Yeah, shout out my mama, love you to death
She had two soldiers, we gon’ be vets
I got my grannies tatted on my chest
So you can see that shit when I put on my vest
Oh, nah, they couldn’t be real with me
That’s why I had to cut off all my liabilities
God said I’m special, He gave a gift to me
He also gave me all these damn responsibilities
I’m tryna be bigger, I gotta go harder
And I gotta push Zeke to make sure he go even farther
I’m off the coast way by the water
Now I’m an uncle, my lil’ brother got a daughter

[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor?
Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna

[Outro]
Ohana means family

Shy Glizzy – Profanity Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
La música de Harry Fraud

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was big ’til she looked in my eyes
Somebody said it’s pride, with these niggas, gotta lie
I’m way out in the wide, just with a vibe
Got a thick girl choppin’ weed, yeah, just like a tide
I knew that you was fake, though, you shouldn’t have played, though
It always be your day one, one day, betray you
Tell ’em I take cash only, bitch, I got caseloads
My bitch, she get nasty for me, I gotta nail ho
Plain jane cost a bag, but I don’t like to brag
I only bought the Skydweller to make a nigga mad
Damn, they turned the back on me, made that choice too fast
I’m ballin’ like an athlete, now they lookin’ sad

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 2]
Shawty, she a diva, told me her secrets
They used to call me Quisey when I was leakin’
I tapped a lil’ chica, she Puerto Rican
Saks Fifth and Neimans, yeah, that my weakness
Put up five mil’ for my son
I’m tryna put up five mil’ for my mom
Big house on the hill what I want
So when 12 come I can drop the F-bomb
And tell your ex come, she can bring her best friend
If I loan you money, gotta pay me extra
When my niggas ride, they don’t even dress up
We don’t even let you slide in the fuckin’ Tesla, oh

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

Rich The Kid – Made It Lyrics

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

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

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

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

Jay Critch – Bands Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La Música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
Broke-ass nigga
Broke-ass, bitch-ass boy

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might put a bitty out (skrrt)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no hand out (rich)
I’ma blocka, she a bird (brrr)
Whole team rich forever, it’s my word (huh?)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same boujee bitches callin’, now they stalkin’ me (bitch)
All I know, I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag)
Ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em [?]
She too extra (extra)
Don’t do lectures (no)
Want Saleesha or Alexa (or what?)
Rich Forever, bitch, we got no extras (no bitch, huh?)
Bitch, I been ballin’ on reefer (on reefer)
Fuck her one time, then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds, they clear as the TV (whoa)
My water on my wrist is on Figi
Money too tall, they growin’ up (growin’ up)
My plug on Molly, do dohnuts (skrrt)
He tol’ me my pockets’ll swole up (whoa)
You gettin’ to close, bitch, hol’ up

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it ’til they make it (hey)
They be too [?] to the basement
Gotta show out, trap a bag of the aces
Diamonds froze now, yeah my chain different races
I’m spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (relations)
We the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks is amazing (amazing)
Oh, you flexin’ with packs?
We gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (basement)
We ain’t trappin’
Make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I race it (skrrt)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it
All these broke niggas is talkin’, can’t take it (take it)
We gon’ put up those shots, it’s the Matrix (bow)
Put a fave in the clutch like [?]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Watch (watch)
Whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie
He can dance on (whoa, ice)
Then she cookin’ breakfast naked (naked)
Broke-ass niggas say we wouldn’t make it

Harry Fraud – Know About (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Maybach music
Real shit right here
Shit
The [?] got the Harry Fraud
Let me come right back at these hoe niggas
Check me out

[Verse 1]
Shining like Sonny Liston
Smoking that Joe Frazier
Prophet like Muhammad
Abu Dhabi watching cable
You gang banging, I’m dope dealing
My chain swanging, I’m just a dope nigga
Magic bought the Dodgers, I just bought the projects
Broke down 100 bricks, same profit margin
‘nother day in the park, I just wanna play ball
Gots my gats and my drugs
It’s my bat and my glove
High as Darryl Strawberry in back of the club
Sorta time[?] most of my niggas is snorters
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it
Keep a 40 bust a nigga
I dare you report it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

[Verse 2]
I plant the dynamite and then I push the detonator
Go get your money right until then I ain’t fucking with you
Five Jesus pieces but I think the devil got me
Knock a nigga off, get on the phone and laugh about it
Hoe niggas always talking in the past tense
Hate to see a young nigga living in these mansions
Hate to see a young nigga fucking these bad bitches
Fuck her from the back, I got that pussy ad-libbing
Moral of the story, tell a story so terrific
Hit the fan, flip the script, shit could get horrific
What’s your body count nigga, I’m double digits
If your name get on this list somebody gotta get it

[Hook]
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about
I got a bitch right up the street that you don’t know about
I see that oven counting money you don’t know about
Been had a pad out in Cali that you don’t know about
You amongst niggas and killers you don’t know about

Papoose – Pickin Up Bags (feat. Fetty Wap)

[Intro]
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
When you see me, I be pickin’ up a bag, right, yeah
Just another reason I could brag, right
Yeah, ayy, you look like a bag lil’ shawty (Shawty)
It ain’t ’bout a bag, don’t call me
When you see me, I be pickin’ up a bag, right, yeah
Just another reason I could brag, right
Yeah, ayy, you look like a bag lil’ shawty (Shawty)
It ain’t ’bout a bag, don’t call me

[Verse 1: Papoose]
I grew up on public assistance, my family poor
Now my money stacking, we slammin’ them Caddy doors
If you tell me that I can’t eat, to me that mean war
Niggas say they packing them ratchets, we carry more
If this was New Jack City, I’m Nino, you Al B. Sure
Pretty motherfucker, I never liked you, now carry on
Why you think all these haters wanna get at me for?
They mad ’cause they hear me makin’ bangers with Harry Fraud
‘Cause I be rippin’ and runnin’, tryna get rich as the Drummonds
I put the brick in the oven, while you be flippin’ the onion
I get the zips in the dozens and turn them into the hundreds
You gotta witness the numbers, nigga them figures is stunnin’
I’m in the whip with my woman, we gripping, kissing and fuckin’
The cops tripping and dumbin’, but I be ripping the summers
Them phoney niggas be running when real killers be coming
‘Cause when the triggers be dumping, I dump a clip in your stomach

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
When you see me, I be pickin’ up a bag, right, yeah
Just another reason I could brag, right
Yeah, ayy, you look like a bag lil’ shawty (Shawty)
If it ain’t ’bout a bag, don’t call me
When you see me, I be pickin’ up a bag, right, yeah
Just another reason I could brag, right
Yeah, ayy, you look like a bag lil’ shawty (Shawty)
If it ain’t ’bout a bag, don’t call me

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
[?] zoovier, no fucking chains, right, yeah
Had to pull her skirt up and get up lanes, right, yeah
Had to get my money in the bank, right, yeah
Had to stay away from all these lames, right, yeah
I’ma put these niggas in their lane, yeah
RGF a family, not a gang, yeah
For RGF and Zoovier, let it bang, yeah
Diamond on my motherfucking chain, bling, yeah
Dump the fucking cookie ‘fore we change like, yeah
I don’t really play the in betweens like, yeah
Shooting out them, you know what I mean, yeah
Twenty seconds, serving all the fiends, yeah
[?] was a thing like that
Run and we really let it ring like, yeah
Way I’m living, I don’t even dream like, yeah
But I’m living out my motherfucking dream like yeah

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
When you see me, I be pickin’ up a bag, right, yeah
Just another reason I could brag, right
Yeah, ayy, you look like a bag lil’ shawty (Shawty)
If it ain’t ’bout a bag, don’t call me
When you see me, I be pickin’ up a bag, right, yeah
Just another reason I could brag, right
Yeah, ayy, you look like a bag lil’ shawty (Shawty)
If it ain’t ’bout a bag, don’t call me

French Montana – Bring Dem Things (feat. Pharrell) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams, French Montana, & Harry Fraud]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Mane, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a secret to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Cîroc French Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

Wrong – A$ap Mob feat. A$ap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics A$ap Mob – Wrong

La Musica de Harry Fraud
I know it’s wrong
I know it’s wrong.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong.

F*ckin’ on that b*tch and I know it’s wrong
Wifey walked in and she found that thong
She talk to my d*ck like an intercom
Then smoke that d*ck up just like it’s a bong
I ain’t gon’ lie, this the realest song
Headband boy, I get my glisten on
Trap Lord been gettin’ his ceiling on
But I know it’s wrong versuri-lyrics.info
I know that it’s wrong so the boy break
I speak to the Lord, don’t ignore me
White model b*tch doin’ cocaine
Layin’ her out in the hallway
Double strappin’ on a ratchet b*tch
So she don’t take me to Maury
Man I done lost me a classy b*tch
Fergie, you’s learning the hard way.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong.

Feel like I’m stuck in a maze, my b*tches lookin’ amazed
Now she is goin’ so crazy, she caught me cheatin’ today
Eyelashes all on my bed, texts I didn’t erase
Now she comin’ at my head, thought I’d never see the day
Shouldn’t have never been with them other broads
And now I left my girl with another scar
Sometimes I take advantage just ’cause I’m a star
I know it’s wrong so I’m on my knees prayin’ to God.

Father please forgive us
Couldn’t tell the difference and it’s on me
I don’t need to seek attention
Just to keep these womens on me
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wrooong
I know it’s wronggg.
A$ap Mob lyrics
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