BONES – FrostBite Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I’mma take ’em back to the days
When we used to stay
Down in the basement
Jack Frost was comin’
The winter was among us and the snow fell hard
So we got so fucked up we couldn’t feel the cold
Your neck all gold and your wrists all froze
But what the fuck that mean when the reaper at your door?
The weakness in your flow
I peeked it from the jump
Whole body numb every day I’m fucked up
Don’t mean to showboat
But I am just so-so
Deaf like Dupree when I’m hearin’ your solo
My pants is cargo
The blunt like Sade
Smooth operatin’ ’til we all get paid
Hey
You got cash to blow
That’s fine, I still know a better place it could go
Like a Detroit group home
Rock like Cubone
BONES stay spittin’ like a motherfuckin’ tooth gone

[Chorus]
Everything fine, everything good
I don’t got shit to complain about
Earth fucked up, everybody fucked
There ain’t no point for me to show

[Verse 2]
I’m like the [?]
I sic my dogs on ya
I’m like the fish man
Put a fish tank in your Civic
So prolific
.44 tippin’
Keep a 33 on my back like Pippen
For all y’all trippin’
No more bitchin’
To me, motherfucker
You know I can’t give in
Way too focused
I’m way too noticed, the young Russian prince
And I ain’t even fuckin’ from there
No one compares to us, it’s almost unfair
Swear on my mama it isn’t
You could scream in our direction
Still never get our attention
(What)

[Chorus]
Everything fine, everything good
I don’t got shit to complain about
Earth fucked up, everybody fucked
There ain’t no point for me to show

Migos – Out Yo Way lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
I wanna say, you always going out your way
Cancel all your plans, you will understand
You probably got your hands full, whatever goal you pursue
All this pain, we can live through it, it’s called success

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I won’t ask the bitch unless she goin’ to get it
It might take a minute, but she’ll be sure to get it
Just to pass the test, I won’t act the best
I got Actavis, there’s nothing I can’t ask the bitch, no
Not one missed call, no missed calls, hell nah, nah
She got a man, can’t get involved, no, nah, nah
She still going all ways every time I call
We gonna ball today, aye, we gonna ball tomorrow
I put this weight on like I put a cape on
Now that this fame came, I can see the hate on you
Mama told me stay strong, grandma told me stay on
Now she looking down, throwin’ blessings

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Go out your way and come out
Go out your way to mom’s house
Go out your way, so out your way
You going out your way to come back around
You go out your way, you keep cool
You go out your way, you break rules
Go out your way, so out your way
You’re going out your way, you can’t lose
Vacay trips to Cancun, spaceships, trips to the moon
Never likes to tell the truth
Head full of hair, but the cat well groomed
Plan a trip to Peru (plan it), charter jet, me and you
You going out your way, way out your way
So I had to do this for you
Jackpot, hit the right spot, so she had to get a tattoo
It’s some dirt and hurt, but ain’t perfect
And she gone always, come through
Hold me down, either good or bad
Never switch or act brand new
Go out your way and wasn’t told to
So I made this song just for you

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah, yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Offset]
I put my heart and my soul in it
Get to the money, then double it
All of these bitches, they loving me
But you had my back from the other beef (yeah)
She bending over, back for me
Made a deal that you wouldn’t cross, lie to me
It was so many people that doubted me
Shit talk, shit talk, bullets start to let off
Jack Frost, Jack Frost, wrist cost a whole house
Blast off, blast off, my career gon’ blast off
We don’t need y’all, want y’all, we don’t have to ask y’all
I been fucking on the gnats, nigga, all day
Ride through the city, yeah, the ball way
We was trappin’, cappin’ all through the hallway
Everybody said that we would fall away
Nobody thought that we would go up
But we blew up, blew up, blew up
Fuckin’ on a thot on the tour bus
Going out your way for the two of us

[Hook: Quavo]
You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav, yeah
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah, yeah, ooh
You always going out your way, yeah, ooh
Yeah, yeah

Mike G – Wreckless Lyrics

You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it
I ain’t preaching it. Bitch be appreciative
Keep it secretive won’t front like I don’t know ya
Girl with them eyes I do what you wanna
I say hypnotize she say controlla
It’s like She know everything I love
Rockstar speedin off from the midnight club. Even though the whip clean she wreckless
She break a block down drop it make a line disappear like Tetris
Cocky puttin on my best Kanye west impression
Cruising sections trynna add a Barbie bitch to my collection
I forgot mention to hail to the chief when I step in
See that’s presidential shit I had to dress for the election, yo

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight, we need to see them bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe, double cup. You see me lean in it

Niggas in Hollywood reaching for a role
Jack Frost but you gon regret leaving me in the cold
Hit the house with black mask when the cops at the door
And say the black man rob watch a nigga say woah
Pete Maravich with the 44
Dial up soldiers. creepin up slow
Give me the drop like she do it for radio
Turn the bed to a Carnival and put on a freak show
I know, there’s no way that you can be the hardest without sum’n
That’ll make em get up like graffiti artist
So fairly.. imma do it til they obey me
Jewels on my neck, smile on my face straight to the bank, see

It’s bittersweet how you don’t listen
Tonight we need to see those bad intentions
You been obedient. I been lenient
The coupe double cup. You see me lean in it

We took the long route. I’m talking scenic shit
Son came from fire. I’m talking Phoenix shit
I’m what danger is that Michael Jackson
Chief when I’m rappin uh, I’m bout that action

Gregory Porter – The Christmas Song

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots, with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa’s on his way
He’s loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother’s child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you

And so I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you

Don Q – 100 Mil (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Hook:Don Q]

Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

[Verse 1: Don Q]

I cannot fuck with you internet hoes, you way too messy now
I cannot fuck with you regular hoes, I’m way too picky now
I’m signing my name on her titties
I’m back stage next to Diddy now
With a semi that’s known to defend me
Cause they wanna end me and send me down
I came in the game with all heat
Next tape going all street
In BK like 4 deep
Them bitches been showing me groupie love all week
Three lines help me sleep fine, ride shotgun then I recline
Money coming and I need mine
They gon air the block & then rewind… like WAIT
Lil boys should be ashamed
Ashes falling on the mains’
Remember starving on the train
Now I’m drinking Barney on a plane
Beware of the dealer , car full of paraphernalia
I pray to the man in the mirror
I am a god, I can’t be scared of these niggas
I shook the hands of a killer
Niggas silly they just rap hard
Treat the gifty like a black card
Treat this city like my backyard
Tried to hit me with a crack charge
It’s a product cause they criticize it
But they go home and then they memorize it
Hit the road I had to enterprise it
One goal I need a hundred thousand

[Hook x2]

Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

[Verse 2: Don Q]

I tell you my zone real
I got homies comin home still
Got young niggas letting chrome peel
And they’ll kill a nigga for his phone bill
Niggas is praying I die sooner
But I’m still in tune with the pie movers
Dealing weight since they was high schoolers
On the interstate tryna dodge troopers
I pray for a lick, it finally came
I’m thankin the trap lord
He got my jewelry on Jack Frost
I’m just securing the bag more
Look … the students is copping it
I’m bringing them pills on a college trip
Ice on my neck Ima show it off
It’s a waterfall when the collar drip
I’m from a block where they powder pitch
But outta town really got em’ rich
Got some shit on my shopping list
Ima go cop it right when I deposit it
Louis Vuitton, I’m truly the Don
They give me champagne when I step in it
I’m buying what’s left in it
They calling me back with a next shipment
I go to the club with bottles and ones and I leave a mess in it
I see what these bitches’ll do for a dollar and I got obsessed with it
I pop me a perc and I jump in that pussy
She think I’m possessed in it
I’m right out the door the next minute
I’m back on the road I got checks pending

[Hook x2]
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

Montana of 300 – Had To Sauce (Don’t Doubt The God Album)

[Hook]
Had to sauce on a bitch
Had to sauce on a bitch
Made her fall from the drip
Now she all on my dick
(4x)

[Verse 1]
I never stop for these hoes
But i might pause on a bitch
Slid down on them hoes
Santa Claus on a bitch
Grew a bead on these hoes
Ricky Ross on a bitch
Still fall with it though
Randy Moss on a bitch
When niggas was hating
She thought i wasn’t making out of them tough
Shawty want to get naked
Yeah i got the sauce and they all want to taste it
Like turbo and o-zone
Im hotter than Satan
They all out of patience
Yeah these bitches falling they want me to chase them
They think ima cut them but my name ain’t Jason
They got me mistaken
A bitch can get nathan
They all on my dick
I can’t get them off me
Shout out to my pops MOB like he taught me
I get bucks like Milwaukee
Drip sauce on whoever cross me
They say im cold
Im icy im frosty
No bitch you can’t call me (?) im salty
They know i was saucy yeah

[Hook]
Had to sauce on a bitch
Had to sauce on a bitch
Made her fall from the drip
Now she all on my dick
(4x)

[Verse 2]
Im to cold for these hoes
Jack Frost on a bitch
Take the breath out a hoe
Check a pulse on a bitch
Big dog on these hoes
Versace draws on my dick
Loving basketball on a bitch
Watch dripping (?) in a wrist
As soon as i walk through the door
I drip like a faucet thats (?)
I step on a hoe
Burned berry sauce on the coal
Still dripping sauce on the flow
So please watch your step
Like Nike bitch i got a check
Fly like i hoped in a jet
I promise im fresh
If we got a problem its that
I let this chopper finesse
Ready for the drama
That 9 on my bro Iguodala
I’ll promise these bitches go blocka
No future dont holla although she see me in designer no bitch we can’t fuck up no commas
She sweat me (no sauna)
She want to eat me like piranhas
And blow like a fan no Katana
Like im at (?)
Get that boy reckted like Obama
And slide on my like some pajamas

[Hook]
Had to sauce on a bitch
Had to sauce on a bitch
Made her fall from the drip
Now she all on my dick
(4x)

$ha Hef – Dope Dealer

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures

[Verse 1]
The sun rise where the sun set
I chase the money while a son rest
OTM, we the gun set
Delinquent payments leave your son wet
Leave a mess all over the drum set, want mines and nothin’ less
Used to be the sixth man now they callin’ me the Brick man
AKA bust a script, keep a hunnit clip in the stick man
Hustle, I am the boss but I started off as a hitman
Flossin’ all on my strip and it got you stripped to the wristband
Get back when I click-clack, new shotty, no kickbacks
Mishaps get them giftwrapped, body parts lookin’ mismatched
Left his head where his dicks at, handgrenade where his bitch at
Put the gun where his lips at, all for doin’ that chit-chat
They say I’m vile, fuck it I take it
Stack money long as the Nile and it’s all for my mommas smile
[?]
All in a leap year, let your man rob me for a cheap fare, we share
Part of my stature, I treat your jaw like the Lord and it’s gettin’ fractured
Cop it then whip it after
This shit I’m sippin’ got me caught up in a rapture
Even when I’m throwed it ain’t a throne I couldn’t capture

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, ain’t got no figures

[Verse 2]
Before I was a standout niggas knew I was standup
Heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up
Jack boys came, we turned pussy then gave them grams up
Police brought the pressure, they panickin’, get they plans up
You ain’t my kin, I ate your bitch and chased it with a shot of gin
She told you she got the gin
I know that I’m prone to sin, I know that I’m prone to win
I know that I’m prone to pull up and serve a nigga and spin
The weed musty, the juice dirty, the blade rusty
I’m unlucky, I triple crossed you, can’t trust me
My [?], my trap jumpin’, the fiends dusty
I owe Papi my work fire, I lean busty
Any season keep the snow like I’m Jack Frost
Five star telly, you’re posted up in a crack loft
Pounds get lost in the postal, now that’s a pack loss
Told the plug double the order and got the pack off
I’m a real trapper you niggas just some pedestrians
Polo all over my body like an equestrian
Shorty got that wet hair, she wavy, feel like I’m jetskiing
Slide up in that pussy then skate off I call it Gretzkyin’

Mike WiLL Made It – W Y O (What You On) (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Mike Willy with me nigga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I’m out in the booth eating candy and shit
Can’t get enough, (Can’t get enough)
Eeeeeeeeeeeee

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

[Verse 1]
That was a mistake, I didn’t mean to say that
I fuck on that bitch and she don’t tell no one, I don’t play that
I’m real, I just told you so you can know where your lil’ bae at
And if you ever play about that lil’ bitch, I’ll beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better, motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
I’m hungry, I want some competitors
And that shit get fly like a pelican
I’m in LA, I want me some editors
Don’t step on this landmine
I’m geeked out my mind, I’m not mankind
But this stick I’ma blast mine
Your bitch a tutor, you can class mine
Chanel first, no you can’t last mine
Didn’t I tell you ’bout that last time
I’m eating so good, it’s that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, nigga, halftime (Blatt)

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

[Verse 2]
Pull up on a bitch, in that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that bitch up out my car and made her walk
No I’m not from Texas but I pull up kickin’ sauce (ooooohhh weeeee)
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuff that bitch in a fender bender
Bend that bitch over like sinner sinner
Fuck the police, Man they trying to kill us
But I think they know that them slimes are killers (SLIME)
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are triller
The lots and lots lots of niggas
Fuck em all like we some thottie niggas
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
Fuck on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
Cuz I really love it, didn’t do it to show it
Bought a G5 for my boys, my boys
Fuck a car note, I don’t owe her nothing oh
Lactose intolerant, Bae I’m spoiled, I’m spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey Baby)

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

Mike G – Hypnotize (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Hook]
My ride, hypnotize, switch it, move it side to side
My ride, hypnotize, switch it, move it side to side
Roll up my supply, I can’t open up my eyes
Drop the roof, hold it down
Tell them haters I’m alive

[Verse 1: Mike G]
Give what you got cause I give it my best
All eyes on me like presidential addresses
I won’t be impressed if you step in my section
Cuz my crew stay wreckin, official as ref’s is
They checkin my stats like they checking for sports
Sit back and adore, I check in resorts
Money I’m making it stretch and contort
Jack Frost, I’m checking the weather report
That’s fire, I’m making it work like the Fourth
Sit here and soak in this story of sorts
I’m a king as I sit on my throne
I made it my home I’m running this court
I get ghost hop up then I coast
Knock down decorations as i’m ducking patrol cops
Riding dirty I’m 24k
Speeding in broad day, And I don’t stop at road blocks
See I let them say what they say
Cuz in life know you get no replays
Though these elequant scriptures are delivered on stage
When they write the next testament, I want a page

[Hook]
My Ride, hypnotize, switch it, move it side to side
My ride, hypnotize, switch it, move it side to side
Roll up my supply, I can’t open up my eyes
Drop the roof, hold it down
Tell them haters I’m alive

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Everything over when Truth say the word
I am the one at green lights you get served
King of the streets, I might ride on the curb
And I’m sick of this hater shit working my nerves
No need for it plus i got bitches watchin
I get new haters daily no other option
When I finish these hoes, they up for adoption
Then I burn with these speakers that’s playing boxing
In my new D9 i’m looking fresh and cool
I get so much head you think I stay in school
All this ice on my nigga, I been a fool
Gotta maintain the block so I keep a tool
In the back of this bourbon, everything urban
I’m talking black when I pull up and splurge
Ballin on niggas, Truth really is servin
Play you, might get your head wrapped like a turban
I’m the man. I ain’t looking like nothing different
But a bunch of money and a bunch of game
And a bunch of whips with a bunch of chips
And a bunch of status when I do my thing

[Hook]
Ride, hypnotize, switch it, move it side to side
I ride, hypnotize, switch it, move it side to side
Roll up my supply, I can’t open up my eyes
Drop the roof, hold it down
Tell them haters I’m alive

Migos – Out Yo Way lyrics

I wanna say you always going out your way
Cancel all your plans, you will understand
You probably got your hands full, whatever goal you pursue
All this pain, we can live through it, it’s called success

You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah
You always going out your way, yeah
Yeah yeah

I won’t ask the bitch unless she going to get it
It might take a minute, but she’ll be sure to get it
Just to pass the test, I won’t act the best
I got Actavis, there’s nothing I can’t ask the bitch, no
Got one missed, no missed calls, hell nah, nah
She got a man, can’t get involved, nah nah
She still going all ways every time I call
We gonna ball today, we gonna ball tomorrow
I put this weight on like I put a cape on
Now that this fame came, I can see the hate on you
Mama told me stay strong, grandma told me stay on
Now she looking down, throwing blessings

You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah
You always going out your way, yeah
Yeah yeah

Go out your way and come out
Go out your way to mom’s house (Mama!)
You go out your way, so out your way
You going out your way to come back around
You go out your way and keep cool
You go out your way and break rules
You go out your way, so out your way
You’re going out your way, you can’t lose
Make a trip to Cancun, spaceship trips to the moon
Never likes to tell the truth
Head full of hair, but the cat with a groom
Plan a trip to Peru, charter jet, me and you
You going out your way, way out your way
So I had to do this for you
Jackpot, hit the right spot, so she had to get a tattoo
It’s some dirt and hurt, but ain’t perfect
If she going our way, come through
Hold me down, either good or bad
Never switch, or act brand new
You go out your way and wasn’t told to
So I made this song just for you

You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah
You always going out your way, yeah
Yeah yeah

I put my heart and my soul in it
Get to the money, then double it
All of these bitches, they loving me
But you had my back from the other me
She bending over, back for me
Made a deal that you wouldn’t cross, lie to me
It was so many people that doubted me
Shit talk, shit talk, bullets starting to let off
Jack Frost, Jack Frost, wrist cost a whole house
Blast off, blast off, my career gon’ blast off
We don’t need y’all, want y’all, we don’t have to ask y’all
I been fucking on the nats, nigga all day
Ride through the city, yeah the ball way
We was trappin’, cappin’ all through the hallway
Everybody said that we would fall away
Nobody thought that we would go up
But we blew up, blew up, blew up
Fucking on a thot on the tour bus
Going out your way for the two of us

You always going out your way
You always dropping off your flav
You always going out your way
You never ask me to repay, no
You always going out your way, yeah yeah
You always going out your way, yeah
Yeah yeah