Steve Aoki – GIRL Lyrics

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[Intro: AGNEZ MO]
Yeah
Steve Aoki
Hey

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: AGNEZ MO]
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
She into breakin’ necks, and then she’ll walk in the door
[?] color ten with the feather tattoo
She don’t give a damn ’bout somebody like you
Headshot, headshot, double-tap that
Round of applause for a bitch who clap back
Bossed little butterfly, best you never had
Au natural, believe that

[Pre-Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: AGNEZ MO]
Jackpot, jackpot, lucky number seven
On a scale of one to ten, you know that girl’s eleven
(Brr-brr) when you hit it on telly
She don’t pick it up while you peanut butter jelly

[Verse 3: Desiigner & AGNEZ MO]
I like crazy girls, throw money on them girls
Take you ’round the world, you could be that girl
You know that I get it, huh, money what I’m gettin’, huh
Diamonds what I’m gettin’, huh, VVS, they hittin’
I’m hittin’ it from the back, huh
I feel like the mac, huh
Tippin’ on that Act’, huh
Archin’ in her back, huh
I be gettin’ them racks, huh
Speakin’ only that facts
Killers with me, don’t ask
You can get that wax
I got girls that’s with me, huh
Crazy girls that’s with me, huh
Hoes that come with me, huh
You be up in my Bentley, huh
Drivin’ in my city
I be wearin’ my white suit
Feelin’ like I’m Diddy (Like I’m Diddy)
I-I, I can get her naked
She know that I made it
Playhouse in Vegas (Yeah)
I take her all the way up
Feel all on her butt
Barely in that cup
Had the girl like “What?” (Girl like “What?”)

[Pre-Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Desiigner & AGNEZ MO]
Love crazy girls, uh
From all ’round the world, uh
And I love them all
On all magazines, right
I never should have loved a ho (Yeah)
But I will take her on the road (Give you a better love)
Tell me where she wanna go (Hey)
Oh, I love the crazy girls

Sy Ari Da Kid – Recent Calls Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hello? What you call for, nigga?
Oh now you wanna call for a nigga?
What you was in that car for, nigga?
Everything you did was uncalled for, nigga
You ain’t even make it hard for a nigga
It’s like I found myself when I lost y’all niggas
Shit, but y’all some softball niggas
Forgot the streets playin’ hardball, nigga
All you missin’ is some pompoms, nigga
Out in Hong Kong, bet you think this song’s called “Nigga”
Nigga, you was all wrong, nigga
You was all wrong, learning from the wrong song, nigga
Hrm, gotta strong arm niggas
Even when I’m clocked out I be on call, nigga
You go waste a lot of time with the wrong broad, nigga
Get left, tryin’ to open up the door for a nigga
Nah, now I’m all gone, nigga
Keep watchin’, go ‘head and get your blog on, nigga
Bet you hopin’ I’ma fall off, nigga
But I’m shootin’ for the stars with a sawed off, nigga
Bang! Now you all lost, nigga
You can’t cheat to be the greatest, ask Bron Bron, nigga
Just think about the fact I loved all y’all niggas
And I still do, why you think I fought y’all niggas?
Shit, look what I brought y’all niggas
I was-

[Interlude 1: Sy Ari Da Kid & [?]]
Hello? Hello? F-
Bitch ass nigga
It’s my go
Friday 5:58 PM
Hey Sy, how are you? I was just calling to see how you were doing, I know you’re so busy and I’m so proud of you. Can I see you in [?]?
Hello?

[Verse 2]
What you call for, shorty?
Oh now you wanna call for me shorty?
Like why you had to get my card forged, shorty?
E’ything you did was uncalled for, shorty
I never meant to be so hard on you, shorty
I was trippin’, I went against my dogs for you, shorty
I played my position like a small forward, shorty
Shit, I bet you think this song’s called “Shorty”
Damn, don’t mix me with them cornballs, shorty
Baggage on your boat, I was still onboard, shorty
And we still going raw dog, shorty
Every quick visit turns into a short porn, shorty
Hrm, I wasn’t all wrong, shorty
We was all wrong, almost lost it all for a shorty
Now who you finna call on, shorty?
Realnigga.com, better log on, shorty
I’m like, how did we fall off, shorty?
How The Notebook turnin’ into Saw IV, shorty?
I ain’t one of them niggas that be all on shorties
I ain’t fillin’ up your call log, shorty
You a lost cause, I rather-

[Interlude 2]
Hello? Hello? Turn ass bitch
f**k outta here with that bullshit
Wastin’ my motherf**kin’ time
This nigga
What’s poppin’ nigga?

[Verse 3: [?] & Sy Ari Da Kid]
Yo, finna get up with my pops and spill my heart for a nigga
And any given minute could get wrong for a nigga
Shit could get dramatic and I’m all for it, nigga
Might snuff him in the jaw, put them paws on a nigga
And you my dog, in it for the long haul, nigga
I might need that bail money if the laws call, nigga
Nah dog, chill, answer when your moms call, nigga
Say she worried you ignorin’ calls, nigga (yo, yo)
Hold on, nigga, I’m ’bout to walk in here right quick
Yo, open up, nigga, it’s me

[Outro]
You have reached the voicemail box of 404-396-

Geeva – Never Dies Lyrics (feat. Mickey Shiloh)

Just living my life
And imma live forever
Coz a legend never dies
A legend never dies
Shades on my eyes
I’m up in the sky
Coz I stay high on life
I stay high on life
A legend never dies

I’m still chilling in the blue
Though I’m baked like a pie
But, I’m sticking to the plan
Late night city view
I’ll be high till dawn like I’m on a redeye
Daytime city view
Sky surfing on a cloud like a hero
Too bad that you thought I was a zero

You should know, serengeti never die
You should know serengeti never cry
From a far you can hear that roar
And my dog don’t bark anymore
He is Going on mute like a simba

And that december in the bay
I still remember like today
We had the dough we had the wit
I still wonder how it died

Just living my life
And imma live forever
Coz a legend never dies
A legend never dies
Shades on my eyes
I’m up in the sky
Coz I stay high on life
I stay high on life
A legend never dies

Straight from the bong
I smoking that, straight from the bong
Eyes low like I’m from Hong Kong
Bad bad she is choking on my pistol
I’m that boy, that boy with the fangs
Leader of the pack that’s me
These girls wanna play with me
They feening for a man like me

You let me take you on a trip overseas
Serengeti never die
You let me take you on a date overseas
Candle light dinner in Rome

And that December in the bay
I still remember like today
We had the dough we had the wit
I still wonder how it died

Just living my life
And imma live forever
Coz a legend never dies
A legend never dies
Shades on my eyes
I’m up in the sky
Coz I stay high on life
I stay high on life
A legend never dies

Lil Uzi Vert – Underworld Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Starboy, star zone
My reef (my reef)
Millionaire bitches
Stars all in my face
I can’t blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession
She try say I’m funny cause she the one got rejected
He try say I’m fruity cause he starin’ at my necklace (pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message
I don’t wanna talk, I don’t read no message
Haters gon’ lie but that shit don’t apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That’s thirteen plus one (one)
Fourteen plus two
Sixteen to the reverend (sixteen)
I ain’t ever talk to them
To my family gave all my blessings

[Verse]
Married to the guap
Bitch I’m married to the cheese
Got big hunnids in my nuts
Got blue faces in my jeans
She love when I hit that spot
But girl now you gotta leave
Cause I know that you a thot
Yeah, I know know
Yeah, I get so alone
I get so high
I be so zoned (yeah)
Couldn’t believe that I made it here
Yeah, this my year
Walked in again, every year my year
Dark skin girl with me with long hair
She whip that shit around like she don’t care
She mixed with Hong Kong
I’ma live in the moment until the sun’s gone
Jump in the crowd with all my idols, now my phone’s gone
We got acres on our crib, now the loans gone
We can’t even see our neighbors, man they far gone
I’m far out alien rockstar
I’m a t-rex that wish for long arms
I got an invitation that’s for all whores
I got one key, open all doors
Man I been had that swag, don’t want that no more
Don’t shop at them stores, man, it’s all yours
Them girls see me once now they all aboard
My mom used to work hard but we got heated hard floors

[Chorus]
Starboy, star zone
My reef (my reef)
Millionaire bitches
Stars all in my face
I can’t blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession
She try say I’m funny cause she the one got rejected
He try say I’m fruity cause he starin’ at my necklace (pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message
I don’t wanna talk, I don’t read no message
Haters gon’ lie but that shit don’t apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That’s thirteen plus one (one)
Fourteen plus two
Sixteen to the reverend (sixteen)
I ain’t ever talk to them
To my family gave all my blessings

[Chorus]
Starboy, star zone
My reef (my reef)
Millionaire bitches
Stars all in my face
I can’t blame no hoes cause actress shit is they profession
She try say I’m funny cause she the one got rejected
He try say I’m fruity cause he starin’ at my necklace (pussy)
And everybody that kept it real always get elected (come on)
Always wanna talk, always leave a message
I don’t wanna talk, I don’t read no message
Haters gon’ lie but that shit don’t apply
Made a stilt to eleven
That’s thirteen plus one (one)
Fourteen plus two
Sixteen to the reverend (sixteen)
I ain’t ever talk to them
To my family gave all my blessings

Juice WRLD – Nobody Lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
808 Pound
Bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Pull out the big guns, they run from me
I always keep one, I’m no dummy
I’ma go get a AP, I’ll be shining
Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3, I’m grinding
Play your bitch like a PlayStation
Every day in L.A. it’s a vacation
Ha ha, laughing at these haters
Broke as a bitch, they ain’t getting paper
Yeah, no more fighting over money, I’m a rich guy
Nowadays, I’m probably fighting over the Wi-Fi
You know that nigga that always got bad phone connection, yeah I’m that guy

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat)
Like I’m Stevie with the lights off
Fuck her with my ice on, had to cop that Wock’, the price was right like the game show (Ice)
How you love that ho we made that lil’ bitch do the gang, ho
I’m filled up like Jenga
Get that, flip that, lick that
I need to know, lick on her tits, no speel
Shoot with the gang in the VIP
This lil’ bitch name Tiffany her favorite color teal
Hmm, that makes sense, ’cause zodiacs are real (Alright)
I be dealing with these hating niggas for some time
Ain’t gon’ start shit, never in the dark I shine
Bitch, I’m under 21, I do not drink no wine
I fucked that bitch listening to me, not no Ginuwine

[Chrous: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Lil Boat)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

Moneybagg Yo – Wat U On Lyrics

[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

Wizkid – Highgrade Lyrics

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & Wizkid]
I feel the vibe
Feelings you can’t hide
We can go all night, oh yeah
Baby, it’s your time
You know that it’s yours
Girl, you know you’re mine, oh yeah
And don’t say no tonight
Let me know when you’re ready
Won’t let you down this time
Yeah, gyal, I can read your mind
I’ll take you down tonight
I’ll give you love all night, yeah

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Just a couple likkle things when you do make a bad man know
You make it difficult for me to leave, you make my likkle bad man pause
She said she not a groupie, not the type to lust for cars and clothes
She wanna give me vibes, she wanna go tonight

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Smoke highgrade by the fireplace
Wishing for higher days
Sexing you night and day, yeah
Feelings we can’t erase
Don’t let the fire away
The fire away, have a fire today
Gyal, I gotta let you know

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & Wizkid]
I feel the vibe
Feelings you can’t hide
We can go all night, oh yeah
Baby, it’s your time
You know that it’s yours
Girl, you know you’re mine, oh yeah
And don’t say no tonight
Let me know when you’re ready
Won’t let you down this time
Yeah, gyal, I can read your mind
I’ll take you down tonight
I’ll give you love all night, yeah

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You want a real one, huh?
You won’t fuck with broke niggas, huh?
Ain’t shit they could tell ya, huh?
These bitches mad and, oh well, huh?
Chanel bag with the Gucci
I turn your life into a movie
I fuck a bitch at the movies
Spend a band on these Zoobies
On and on and on
She said, “Boy, that my favorite song”
Lookin’ good with no makeup on
Kush got me Hong Kong
Feelings we cannot hide (cannot hide)
Fire in your eyes (fire in your eyes)
Sex on your mind
Ooh

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & Wizkid]
I feel the vibe
Feelings you can’t hide
We can go all night, oh yeah
Baby, it’s your time
You know that it’s yours
Girl, you know you’re mine, oh yeah
And don’t say no tonight
Let me know when you’re ready
Won’t let you down this time
Yeah, gyal, I can read your mind
I’ll take you down tonight
I’ll give you love all night, yeah

Andy Milonakis – Internet Rich Lyrics

[Verse 1: Andy Milonakis]
Fuck your game bitch, I’ll fuck your main bitch
This Twitch shit is making me rich
Wanna rock Versace? You just gotta watch me
Andy Milonaki’s way too cocky
I ain’t cocky I’m just better than you
And I’m smoking shit louder than Pepé Le Pew
Got passport stamps and you got food coupons
That’s a nice whip for me to poop on
Louis Vutton I’m freaking, sushi in the evening
How come all these MJ songs be sounding like the Weeknd?
I’m sick with the disses, I’m into your mistress
She’s blowing me kisses and now she’s my mistress
I’m done with this business, I fucked it and flipped it
I’m like a Cosby drink cause I’m in it to win it

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis]
I’m Harvey Weinstein, you like fine in them jeans
Let’s talk about this movie roll, it’s not what it seems
They try to discredit my credit on Redditt
But you got a shitty job so you got no merit
All you want is karma and some Insta glory
You’d probably suck my dick for an Insta story
You’re not a hater, you ain’t nothing but a fan boy
Playing Fortnite, you ain’t ever seen a tan boy
Fly to Hong Kong, looking fly in Hong Kong
Asian bitches on my dong wanna hear a rap song
Coast to coasting, [?] the ocean
I’m sick with the oils and I’m steady with the lotion
And steady dropping bands like the music crisis
He’s off the block chain, he don’t check the prices
Your mom’s a blowjob Betty but the whore bites
The bitch sucks dick like Drake at Fortnite

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

[Verse 3: Dankquan]
Woke up musty, went to sleep dusty
Mom in the bathroom, don’t think she trust me
Unicorn nigga, who the fuck are you?
Never been pregnant so there can’t be two
Sus gang, dicks in my ass clap-clap
No license need a Tesla, see me in the ass crack
Bitch I’m streaming, [?] mad
Bitch I’m streaming, [?] sad

[Hook: Andy Milonakis]
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich (Yah)
Raised on the internet bitch (Ayy)
And we killing this shit (Yah)
Just made a million on Twitch
Fuck TV, we internet rich

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)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Beast Mode (feat. PnB Rock & NBA Youngboy)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I don’t gotta do it
NBA gon’ follow up, but nigga Rock’ll do it
Yeah, but fuck it I’ma do it
I got a 40 with a drum and I know how to use it
It go, with the beat, I told ’em, "It’s the music"
See the pinky ring when I throw up the W
I gotta keep a pistol in my Bentley coupe, yeah
Don’t get too comfortable, yeah
My Patek too flooded up, yeah
Got a Rollie but I fucked it up, yeah
We don’t know about a 1 on 1
We don’t fuck with them if they don’t fuck with us, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Huh, man I swear I be so faded
I almost forgot that I was famous
Last night I almost popped a nigga
He got too close, he had a hoodie on, he wanted a picture
He ain’t even think that I was about to smoke him like a fucking swisher
I can’t afford it, I got a daughter, you won’t catch me slippin’
Yeah, I should be gettin’ realer, I be gettin’ richer
But I just spent up on my neck could pay a bitch tuition
All my diamonds, they be dancin’ like they New Edition
I mix the Louis and Supreme, that’s limited edition
Fuck ya bitch and now ya bitch, she missin’
Yeah, mothafucka I’m in…

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Fuck her with my jeans on, fuck her with my chains on
She like how I be kicking she might think that I’m from Hong Kong
Everybody turn yo’ power off if yo’ phone’s on
Hoe you gon’ get slapped up in yo’ shit using the wrong tone
PnB got us all Milly Rocking with his song on
A Boogie just walked up in the party with his hoodie on
You know me, rollin’ off a pill, strapped up with that chrome
Hoe, don’t walk up smilin’ in my face if I can’t take you home
Baby girl I’m leaning right now on a 4
You know I’m going hard when it’s time for beast mode
I’m turnt up, I’m out my body, I’m in crunch mode
40 Glock up in my pocket you don’t wanna know

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, 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)

Future – Feed Me Dope lyrics

Below are the complete “Feed Me Dope” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 19 hours ago.

Feed Me Dope lyrics

[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Verse 1]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk ‘dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I’m a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I’m a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that’s a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin’ in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn’t sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain’t my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I’m taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I’m living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed

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[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

FUTURE – Feed Me Dope lyrics

[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Verse 1]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk ‘dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I’m a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I’m a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that’s a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin’ in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn’t sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain’t my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I’m taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I’m living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

Beast mode – A boogie wit da Hoodie lyrics

Lyrics A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Beast mode

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.

I don’t gotta do it
NBA gon’ follow up, but nigga Rock’ll do it
Yeah, but f*ck it I’ma do it
I got a 40 with a drum and I know how to use it
It go, with the beat I told ’em it’s the music
See the pinky ring when throw up the W
I gotta keep a pistol in my Bentley coupe, yeah
Don’t get too comfortable, yeah
My Patek too flooded up, yeah
Got a Rollie but I f*cked it up, yeah
We don’t know about a 1 on 1
We don’t f*ck with them if they don’t f*ck with us, yeah.

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah.

Huh, man I swear I be so faded
I almost forgot that I was famous
Last night I almost popped a nigga
He got too close, he had a hoodie on, he wanted a picture
He ain’t even think that I was about to smoke him like a f*cking swisher
I can’t afford it, I got a daughter you won’t catch me slippin’
Yeah, I should be gettin’ realer, I be gettin’ richer
But I just spent up on my neck could pay a b*tch tuition
All my diamonds they be dancin’ like they New Edition
I mix the Louis and Supreme that’s limited edition
f*ck ya b*tch and now ya b*tch she missin’
Yeah, mothaf*cka I’m in…

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe versuri-lyrics.info
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.

f*ck her with my jeans on, f*ck her with my chains on
She like how I be kicking she might think that I’m from Hong Kong
Everybody turn yo’ power off if yo’ phone’s on
Hoe you gon’ get slapped up in yo’ s**t using the wrong tone
PnB got us all milly rocking with his song on
A Boogie just walked up in the party with his hoodie on
You know me, rollin’ off the pills, strapped up with that chrome
Hoe, don’t walk up smilin’ in my face if I can’t take you home
Baby girl I’m leaning right now on a 4
You know I’m going hard when it’s time for beast mode
I’m turnt up, I’m out my body, I’m in crunch mode
40 Glock up in my pocket you don’t wanna know.

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.
A boogie wit da hoodie lyrics
Video mode

Jimmy Barnes – Khe Sahn lyrics

I left my heart to the sappers round khe sahn
And I sold my soul with my cigarettes to the black market man
I’ve had the vietnam cold turkey
from the ocean to the silver city
And it’s only other vets can understand
About the long forgotten dock side guarantee
How there were no v-day heros in 1973
And how we sailed into sydney harbour I saw an old friend but I couldn’t kiss her
We were lined and I was home to the lucky land
We were like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty ’till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open but their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast surburban chains.
The legal pads were yellow hours long pay packet lean
And the telex-writers clattered where the gun ships once had been
And carparks made me jumpy, but I never stopped the dream for the growing need of speed and novacaine.
So I worked across the country from end to end
Trying to find a place to settle down where my mixed up life could end
Held a job on an oil rig, flying choppers when I could
But the night life nearly drove me round the bend.
And I travelled round the world from year to year
Each one found me aimless one more year the worst for ware
And I’ve been back to south east asia
You know the answer sure ain’t there
But I’m drifting north to check things out again

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
In 7 flying hours we’ll be landing in Hong Kong
And there ain’t nothing like the kisses from a jaded chinese princess
I’m gonna hit some Hong Kong matress all night long

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone
And it’s really got me worried
I’m going nowhere and I’m in a hurry
You know the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone

Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone oh yeah
Well the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone woahhhhhhh
And it’s really got me worried
I’m going nowhere and I’m in a hurry
You know the last plane out of sydney’s almost gone.

G Herbo – Reject (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]
Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, i8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]
Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up late counting racks for hours

G Herbo – Reject Lyrics

G herbo
Ay, 150 Dreamteam man you know what it is
Everything foreign all foreign whips all we do is switch lanes

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

[Verse 1]

Everyday presidential Roley now i might cop the Piguet
Might pull up new Porsche, R8, I8 or i might hop the G Wag
Young nigga stay fresh Balmain pockets full of rubber bands on each side
They remember G Herbo i was selling product toting autos on the Eastside 8 block and the opps gon’ stay on they side
They already know how we ride
Might pull up 3 whips Glock 45 hop out niggas getting deep fried
Posted up in the gangway off the apartments nah we don’t come from the projects
Pussy boys don’t never wanna come where i’m at you will get kidnapped car jacked
Get a pass wit me where you tryna shop at (?)
Know i gotta keep it on me, 30 tatted on me right here next to my Roc tatt or the 40 Glock 22 one hand XD 2 hands this 40 compact
Riding round wit my guys said might as well get high already gone off contact
Kobe turned me on to lean i turned me on to paper
Said watch the ones you call your own turn on your owner haters
I see niggas when they smiling i catch on to fakers
But they know they better not start wildin i got chrome for takers
I don’t wanna pay no rent i’m tryna own a acre
Yeah i own my own my estate i ain’t used to own a Sega
Young nigga got a Visa now i ain’t talking chasers
Im talking if i wanted own my own home in Jamaica
Them packs gone touch down guaranteed from Hong Kong to Jamaica
Them packs gone land insurance me when i’m home from Jamaica
I Call up Zues he bring the heat when i’m all in Jamaica
And if you pay that extra fee it get flown on the daily
This rap shit taught me a lot of things Good and Bad
Ups and Downs i been a lot of places
I done met a lot of folks i made a lot of faces
Mean i done met a lot of folks i seen a lot of faces
Different cities in the club throwing money popping Aces
Spending racks Dolce shirt go with this Prada cases
Dead white folks on me now but i am not a racist
And my bitch straight from the island she’s not a basic
She don’t speak no english she just loves a reject

[Hook]

Ay, Money power can’t forget about respect
Me and my niggas gon’ die for ours
Used to be a Reject begging and working at shop for hours
Now i run up free checks staying up late counting racks for hours
Used to rock the bright link 2013 for ride wit sour
Then i copped the Roley seeing what time it is in the shower
Now i might cop the Piguet Nigga i used to be a Reject
Member nights i couldn’t get no sleep now i’m up counting racks for hours

RiFF RaFF – Stay Away From You (feat. Jimmy Wopo) (Balloween Album) letras

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Blueberry lean, hit the ceiling fan
I pull up in lamb and the seats candy tan
Check out my sedan
Check my checking and you might get chin checked
Checkers on my heels cause they Louis Vuitton
Filet mignon in Hong Kong
Even if you do me wrong
I still wish you blessings
God bless the adolescence with indigestion
My fifth doing curls
[?] doing bench presses
Who is the bestest
I pull up on the scene

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you

[Verse 2: Jimmy Wopo]
We all in the kitchen [?] go and help yourself
Whipping in the kitchen think I gave [?]
Fucking with that water, I swimming Michael Phelps
Always [?] still my niggas [?]
[?] I’m at the free throw like Shaquille
That my bitch she from Brazille, all the dope boys [?]
No I don’t want a will, I take all my shit to Hell
No I don’t want a pill, I take all my shit to [?]
[?] delicious, I’m popping the perc [?]
The hollows [?] nutricious
I’m smoking on that futuristic
Oh I can’t stay on my pivot
I’m leaning on Scottie, I’m Pippen
I score in addition like [?]
I am a dog with the frisbee

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you
And I’m balling for no reason
And I’m iced out like winter season
I’m just tryna stay away from you
I’m just tryna stay away from you