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Marlo – Shot Caller Lyrics (feat. Offset & YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ride ’til the wheels fall off (ride ’til the wheels fall off)

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Marlo]
PFK be the realest, no switching up
And I ain’t need no lucky charm ’cause I had luck
Really slapped mine on these niggas, I’m havin’ that fetty
We don’t do no drive-by, nigga we walk up and get it
If Thug send the word, he know I’ma go and get it, yeah
Sellin’ them bags of midget
Bro I’m sellin’ that gas, no really, yeah
And Melly sittin’ in them trenches
I pull up the Bentley, right in the trenches
I told him straight up that he the realest
And he the realest, I really did it
I sold a thousand pounds of midget in the kitchen
I really did it, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gang authentic (gang)
Head of my gang, lieutenant (hey)
Straight from the Nawf, tryna get it (Nawf)
Three young niggas, yeah we winnin’ (woo, woo)
Remember when the back end wasn’t that big but a nigga had to split it (we had to split it)
Murk in the feds, got caught with a SIG and it cost two-fifty (quarter ticket)
Ain’t no switchin’
Them my dogs, they bite, they vicious (urr, urr)
Private jet with the revolver, stay on my pivot (bah bah bah)
Pray to God ’cause I can’t get caught with this pistol (no)
Big boy missiles (missiles)
Niggas trained to kill when I whistle (hey)

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Big ball, big ballin’
I’ma big dog, lil doggy
Your bitch can’t keep her lips off me
I just can’t see myself fallin’
Can’t see myself fallin’
I’ma ball like I’m James Harden
Ball like my name Jordan
Balmain jeans on me
Uh, I’ma put some change on me
You ain’t gon’ never see where it came from
You ain’t gon’ never say where I can’t come
You ain’t gon’ never ever flame nothin’
Uh, I’ma be the same one
I ain’t gon’ never ever change nothin’
I ain’t gon’ never give the game up
We won’t let the money change us

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang 2 Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Pump]
Gucci Gang
Jetski
Thank you, Fizzle (Wow)
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, brr)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got on take a nigga bitch colonge (Chanel, gang)
Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci
Hit from the back, wow, she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fuck on that bitch then I told her to get on (Ooh, damn)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Yeah, wow)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh)
She suck my dick so hard she rip the skin off (Skin off)
She said I changed (Changed), my racks got bigger and my dick got bigger

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
My bitch got ass, my wrist got ligma (Ass)
I’ma ho fuck a bad bitch on Twitter (On Twitter)
Who you with? Paris Hilton? Bring your sister (Patricia)
She don’t got a car, I’ma pick that bitch up
I smoked this blunt, and forgot about her (Smoke)
Slam that pussy, rock bottom (Rock bottom)
Nutted in her eye, gave her Gucci goggles (Woo)
I was in the stripper bowl, and I blew a million dollars
Pop molly, pop [?], pop it
I think I fucked on your daughter, ooh
Blow the whistle, I ain’t gotta call her
Stomp on his ass like I play for the Dodgers (Yeah)
James Harden, my roster (Yeah)
I fucked her (Ooh), I lost her (I lost her)
I can’t find her (Where she at?), she a foster
This ecstasy turned me to a moster (A mess)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, brr, brr)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got on take a nigga bitch colonge (Chanel, gang)
Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci
Hit from the back, wow, she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fuck on that bitch then I told her to get on (Ooh, damn)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Yeah, wow)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh)
She suck my dick so hard she rip the skin off (Skin off)
She said I changed (Changed), my racks got bigger and my dick got bigger

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I may be a dropout, but still Iim not a failure (Nah)
I grew up ’round drugs, guns, that paraphernalia (Yeah)
Gucci Mane, I show ya way better than I can tell ya
I sold pints like lemonade, but my new drop is yellow
It’s Gucci but right now I got a Louis V sombrero (LV)
You all cap like a mother fuckin’ scarecrow
…

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Look like an ice cream cone (Wrist, yeah, brr)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got on take a nigga bitch colonge (Chanel, gang)
Gucci (Sheesh), Gucci, Gucci
Hit from the back, wow, she sing my song (Gucci Gang, huh?)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fuck on that bitch then I told her to get on (Ooh, damn)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I fucked her with no rubber but I had socks on (Socks on)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
I got no diploma, I got half a mil on (Yeah, wow)
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci (Ooh)
She suck my dick so hard she rip the skin off (Skin off)
She said I changed (Changed), my racks got bigger and my dick got bigger

Sons Of Yusuf – Diving For Pearls Lyrics (feat. Jay Electronica)

[Verse 1: Humble Abdul]
I was talking ’bout makin’ a difference
They said it’s all business, repentence is key (Key)
Now we livin’ in marvelous times
No questions, they depressin’ our seeds
Hakuna Matata, no problems
[?][0:36sec]
We walk on the land of the prophets
Might be growin’ a beard like James Harden
Submittin’ to God, it’s Islam
I’m defendin’ the peace like Mukhtar was
We divin’ for pearls, you just divin’
Might call shotgun, no one is drivin’, no
I was born in a warzone
Shit is maniacal, need some botanical
Natural, medical, shit
This is so undeniable
Horses and camels, I’m ridin’ with honor
Reppin’ my [?][1min03], not wearin’ no armor
My bodyguard is the Creator
When I say “Allah”, I mean the one God
We came from Adam, the same father
The name is Abdul Rahman
Slave of the merciful, most compassionate
If you don’t know ask and get answer

[Bridge]
You say “Amen” we say “Ameen” (Ameen)
You say “Hallelujah” we say “Alhamdulillah”
Akhi is my brother, Oukhti is my sister
This language has been here forever
Beautiful alphabet, you should learn Arabic
Islam is peace, logic, astronomy
No we don’t do politics
That’s a paradox
Grab my [?][1min39sec] and connect the dots
Ameen, Ameen

[Verse 2: Brothers Ya’koob]
I’m with the [?][1min46sec] like it’s Ramadan
Subtitles on, come out of John
My name is hard to pronounce, Hakeem [?][1min52sec]
[?]
The only one in class who didn’t eat pork
But the only one in class who went ham on a microphone
Substitute teacher would piss me off
That’s not how you say my name, for the thousand time
That’s not a bomb that’s a bong
I need a young [?]
Knows how to carry a sword like it’s the Hajj
She can put on a hijab, if she wants
Yeah, Salaam
Back in the day my grandfather was a pirate
Lookin’ for pearls and rubies and gold and diamonds
Always had faith in myself like my father did
My only leader’s Muhammad and know my people followed him
My pride is my everything but sometimes I have to swallow it
Like they were vitamins, we have lungs like Aquaman
Lappin’ hundreds of feet deep with no oxygen
We were repressed for so long, since the [?][2min32sec]
Now we comin’ back so strong, I’m thinkin’ [?][2min34sec]
Connectin’ with my ancestors like I’m chanellin’
The wakin’ of the sleepin’ giant from the island
After a chain of events, they [?][?][2min42sec]
We men of honor
As soon as we finish makin’ Dua’as, we divin’ for pearls
You just divin’

[Chorus]
We divin’ for pearls
You just divin’

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim
Finally wakin’ up from the American dream
Once was lost but now we been found by the professor [?][3min0sec]
We don’t fold, we don’t bend, we don’t break
Ever since been at war with the state
So if I don’t make it to the pearly gates
Then I’ll be [?][3min10sec] Satan’s neck, in a fiery lake
I was raised on the songs of David
My ancestors came to this land on slave ships
My grandmother did a life bid on grave shift
And we was just tryin’ not to get our head split
Ain’t no justice, ain’t no bygones
Crooked police, will get fired on
Turn that courthouse to no fly zone
Turn that precinct to a war zone
Mayday, mayday, Ricky Bobby
This ain’t me [?][3min33sec], this is [?]
This ain’t hate speech, it’s the Bible
Welcome to America, it’s survival
You could get a false charge or hit the lotto
You might as well just twist the throttle
I [?][3min45sec] like I’m a rabbit
Ten thousand warriors, crowd the lobby
If it’s me or, either you then
It ain’t me so, it’s what [?][3min53sec]
I bond with those who bow, the true believers
Grant to the Caesar what is Caesar’s
[?][3min59sec] said you don’t believe in Jesus
Leave him no choice but give it to you like Yeezus
Don’t ever fix your lips like collage and then say somethin’ that I’m gon’ end up abolished

G-Eazy – Demons & Angels Lyrics

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[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah, you know? Uh

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I really thought my last girl would be my last girl
Life changes quicker when you live inside a fast world
She ain’t want the last name, she just want the last word
On everything I love, your middle name was all my passwords
I ain’t think our last fight would be our last fight
I guess we couldn’t chalk that up to just a bad night
But life goes on, that’s how it goes, you know that’s right
I’m thankin’ God my last flight was not my last flight
I really thought my last address would be my last address
I really thought my last arrest would be my last arrest
My heart breaks in half every time Suzanne is stressed
I’m tryna make it up to mama, I don’t plan for less
She still correct me when I fuck up, when I’m feelin’ pressed
Said “I just bought a crib for you, come on now, Mom, we’re blessed”
I spoke it all into existence, watched it manifest
She said “Don’t hang that over my head”
I said “You right” and I just let it rest
Damn, I really put a roof over her head, that’s facts
They couldn’t walk a block if we changed shoes
Swear I kept my receipts, I really pay dues
Life is heavy here, this not the everyday blues
Publications, they just want to say what they choose
If somethin’ happens in my life it’s front-page news
It’s from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos
It’s by my demons and angels, yeah

[Chorus: Miguel & The Game]
I’m just gettin’ hotter and it’s colder
Demons and angels on my shoulders
Every open door require closure
Keep goin’ ’til it’s over
The highs and lows can get exhaustin’
Every option got it’s cost
Please don’t judge me for my faults
Through my wins and all my losses
Don’t lose your conscience
Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah
Just be cautious
Make this shit just what you wanted
(Yeah, it ain’t gon’ take long, G)

[Verse 2: The Game]
Niggas out here think life is G-Eazy, I pray for ’em
Cross my heart and let the Desert Eagle wait for ’em
And I don’t harbor hate, but, one must wonder
You got that YSL concealer on, what’s hidin’ up under?
I feel bad, ’cause I could have made you mine last summer
I seen the James Harden in you, yeah, OKC Thunder
I know your last nigga beat you like he was yo’ drummer
I know that life got better soon as we exchanged our numbers
So here we go, Turks and Caicos, yeah, everything lit
Everything packed, take the Gucci out so everything fit
And we ‘gon roll like a kickball, cross over like Chris Paul
Get lost somewhere in Dubai, feet in the sand, gettin’ these sticks off
Wear my heart on a sleeve of this Off-White hoodie
You need some time to grow up, I know, I drafted a rookie (Yeah)
I’m Phil Jackson in this ill jacket
Pardon my head, yeah, I feel like I wrote Illmatic
And Stillmatic, I should get ‘Ill Will’ tatted
39 a year after I said I wouldn’t and I’m still at it
Still hold my dick, yup, with the steel at it
Hop out the Lambo like a dryer, yeah, it’s still static
I ain’t ‘gon lie, I still fuck bitches in my pastime
I know I told you the last girl was the last time
I gotta go, especially since this my last line
‘Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time (Uh)
‘Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time

[Chorus: Miguel]
I’m just gettin’ hotter and it’s colder
Demons and angels on my shoulders
Every open door require closure
Keep goin’ ’til it’s over
The highs and lows can get exhaustin’
Every option got it’s cost
Please don’t judge me for my faults
Through my wins and all my losses
Don’t lose your conscience
Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah
Just be cautious
Make this shit just what you wanted

YBN Nahmir – Fuck It Up Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro]
Hitmaka!
Hol’ up

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag and the money
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’
Pay the price when she walk in
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Ayy, ayy
I walked in hella fly, helicopter all on me
I told the chick to back it up, I keep that chopper on me
I got weed on me, I got perks on me
Baby tell me what you drinkin’? Everything on me
I ain’ trippin’ off them lil’ niggas way accross the room
Boy I been gettin’ it crackin’, nigga don’t you see the wounds?
I got about twenty five goons with me
So tell me how the fuck a nigga gon’ hit me? Ha (Right, ha)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
I need a nigga with the M, huh
To match my drip, huh
I just got a Bentley and a Benz, huh
I make a rich nigga taste it (Taste it)
Make a bag [?], not Gucci ’cause they racist
I fuck with face down, ass up
Baby ’till my cash up
Type to make a nigga dick stand up
Put it in my guts, better fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Better not catch a nut let me slurp it up
Bitch I’m rare, not basic
Ass fat but it get fatter when I’m naked
I wanna [?]
When he wanna link, he send a ticket then a flew that (Period)

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up

[Verse 3: Tyga]
She gon’ make ten grand, how she pop it on me
I ain’t James Harden but I keep the rocket on me (Bah)
I be ballin’ like chef, niggas not in my league (No)
How you get so bad? ‘Cause your momma a freak
Wanna be like daddy, she remind me of me
When I lick it, so sweet, whip cream on your feet
Drinkin’ sex on the beach, got you wet on the skeet
And your bitch send me nudes, I can’t wait ’till we meet
I’m a nasty ass nigga, gorilla
Two bitches twist on my dick like a Twizzler
A nigga like me stay hot through the Winter
I told her we could link, hit me up after dinner

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
She bad but clumsy
She want the bag (Bag), and the money (Money)
Late nights (Late nights), no talkin’ (Nah, ayy)
Pay the price (Right), when she walk in (Walk in)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Ayy, she gon’ fuck it up, she gon’ fuck it up

Waka Flocka Flame – Big Homie Flocka Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Gang bang nigga, you can’t hang nigga
You a strange nigga, we on painkillers
Hate lying nigga, worth 8 figures
Tell the feds come and get me
Fuck the P’s, middle fingers
In my hood we clutching bangers
My young [?] switch the [?]
This is hiphop lil nigga, better grip a Glock nigga
You know how we rocking nigga, pull up with no rockets nigga
My lil shooter James Harden, he got aim, he got range
With that [?] he go Waka Flocka Flame yuh yuh yuh
Cross the line, we gon bust yo fucking brain yuh yuh
You a crip? You a blood? nigga what the fuck you plannin?
If a rapper drop my name, pop his chain, that’s on

[Hook]
Big Homie Flocka (×16)

[Verse 2]
My lil hoe on the powder, ‘fore we fuck, bitch take a shower
Got the money and the power, get my dick smokin [?]
Heard a baby daddy sour, heard them [???]
Fuck a foreign in that Chevy in the motherfucking mountain
If I say then I’m bout it, if I point then he [?]
Bitch you know a nigga vegan
Bitch you know I don’t do beans
Bitch you know we don’t do sit-downs
Bitch you know there ain’t no peace
Put the plastic on the walls, [?] grab a fucking [?]
Gangster from my head to feet, if they [???] then I’m [?]
Pockets full, yours on [?], don’t do freeze downs, ain’t shit free
You a rap nigga to me, only Trap niggas with me
Try the feature for a key, get that shit in the streets

[Hook]
Big Homie Flocka (×16)

Travis Scott – Way Back lyrics

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[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Don’t wet no more

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin’ lanes, I thought we went way back

[Post Hook: Travis Scott + Swizz Beatz]
(Wooo)
I can’t get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (rack)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (we in the house) (come on)
I can’t get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (go crazy on ’em)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Woah, wait
It’s summer time, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins I can never gold state (yeah!)
UFC I’m tapping to my old ways (alright!)
I’m addressing shit like I’m on Waze
Showed ya love, ain’t show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah!)
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay
I be (yeah!) makin’ mils, made it to a hobby (it’s lit!)
Don’t bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
I’m so loaded off the pills, so don’t ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake niggas to get way back (way back)
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin’ lanes, I thought we went way back

[Post Hook: Travis Scott + Swizz Beatz]
Whew
I can’t get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
If I take a sip, take the rest (rack)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (we in the house)
I can’t get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (go crazy on ’em)
(We in the house)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Look boy, boy don’t believe what’s on your TV
Look boy, don’t you sit close to the TV
Look boy, seeing is believing
Look boy, look boy (yeah!)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Would it be unlawful (yeah!)
To spend this honeymoon in a brothel?
And share pics from the camera
But they’ll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I’m down in the Meadows
Slidin’ down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I’m swimmin’ out that bitch
Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (yeah!)
I just built a castle deep (yeah, yeah)
In them trees (yeah!)
That’s how I get them backwoods free (yeah, yeah)
This right here some savagery (yeah, yeah)
Bend it back from me (yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me (yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me

[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Woah-ohhh-ohhhh-woah

Post Malone – Ball For Me (feat. Nicki Minaj) lyrics

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[Intro: Post Malone]
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Woah

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now
I ain’t got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou’

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ball for me
B-ball for me, yeah
Ball for me
B-ball for me, yeah

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
I’m on the road, I’m gettin’ paid, like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?)
You’re bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby (you the world, baby)
Paid five grand for a handbag, that’s Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent, baby)
Damn, you love that money, baby (oh-oh-oh)
Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (my whip, my whip)
30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (my wrist, my wrist)
We got alcohol plus bad bitches, that’s lit (that’s lit, that’s lit)
I swear baby, we was just kissin’, that’s it (that’s it, that’s it)
How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me)
Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (for me)
Would love to take you shoppin’, but girl, I’ll be on tour
Sorry, lil’ mama, I can’t give you more

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now
I ain’t got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou’

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ball for me
B-ball for me, yeah
Ball for me
B-ball for me, yeah

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, gotta hit him on the jack
When you comin’ back? Where is you at on the map?
Everything is intact
Could have been a seamstress, still wouldn’t cut him slack
Pretty much, ain’t got a clue
Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do
But I’m still droppin’ jaws
Got ’em lookin’ like James Harden at the awards
Back to you, I’m so into you
For real, bread like I’m kin to you
If you a 10, I add 10 to you
They be mad when I tend to you
That’s what the bae like
Call me Buffy ’cause that’s what I slay like
These bitches, I son ’em like it’s daylight
These niggas wanna know what it tastes like
What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo
They wanna know what it tastes like, yo
All this ice, it should taste like snow
Get kimonos and let’s fly to Tokyo
Pretty, pretty please baby, won’t you cop this for me?

[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now
I ain’t got the time to get you Saint Laurent down
Could you? I got too much on my mind right now
Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou’

[Chorus: Post Malone & Nicki Minaj]
Ball for me
B-ball for me, yeah
Ball for me
B-ball for me, yeah
Ball for me
What it tastes like
B-ball for me, yeah
Ball for me
What it tastes like
B-ball for me, yeah

Bottom line – Jay Critch lyrics

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Lyrics Jay Critch – Bottom line

I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits.

You ain’t making no moves, you talk it we live it
Run down with the tool, we take it and split it
I’m up in the booth, cup full of Henny
VS on my tooth ain’t been broke in a minute
Move how I move, nigga get with it
B***h I can’t lose, my niggas winning
Imma f**k her one time and then I tell her good riddance
F**k her two times sign my name on her titty.

I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
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He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits.

Big knots get the bands
Free Rico out that jam
It’s that money they act like they fam
Remember riding that bus now we Lam
I got up, made a move, wow
Need a birds, need a few thou
Me and Bundy smoking too loud
What these niggas tryna do now
What these niggas really doing, nothing
I got shooters and they up to something
They gon pull out with them toasters, ovens
Say he gettin bankrolls, be bluffin
Fucking on your main hoe, Mcloving
We pull up deep in like 4 Vs
Tell these p***y niggas, hold these
‘Member watching for the police.

I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digitsss.
Jay Critch lyrics
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Jay Critch – Bottom Line

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[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

[Verse 1]
You ain’t making no moves, you talk it we live it
Run down with the tool, we take it and split it
I’m up in the booth, cup full of Henny
VS on my tooth ain’t been broke in a minute
Move how I move, nigga get with it
Bitch I can’t lose, my niggas winning
Imma fuck her one time and then I tell her good riddance
Fuck her two times sign my name on her titty

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

[Verse 2]
Big knots get the bands
Free Rico out that jam
It’s that money they act like they fam
Remember riding that bus now we Lam
I got up, made a move, wow
Need a birds, need a few thou
Me and Bundy smoking too loud
What these niggas tryna do now
What these niggas really doing, nothing
I got shooters and they up to something
They gon pull out with them toasters, ovens
Say he gettin bankrolls, be bluffin
Fucking on your main hoe, Mcloving
We pull up deep in like 4 Vs
Tell these pussy niggas, hold these
‘Member watching for the police

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

Travi$ Scott – Way Back (feat. Kid Cudi & Swizz Beatz) (Starring James Harden)

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[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Don’t wet no more

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin’ lanes, I thought we went way back

[Post Hook]
(Wooo)
I can’t get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (rack)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (we in the house) (come on)
I can’t get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (go crazy on ’em)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Woah, wait
It’s summer time, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins I can never gold state (yeah)
UFC I’m tapping to my old ways (alright)
I’m addressing shit like I’m on Waze
Showed ya love, ain’t show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah)
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay
I be (yeah) makin’ mils, made it to a hobby (it’s lit!)
Don’t bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
I’m so loaded off the pills, so don’t ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake niggas to get way back (way back)
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin’ lanes, I thought we went way back

[Post Hook]
Whew
I can’t get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
If I take a sip, take the rest (rack)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (we in the house)
I can’t get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (go crazy on ’em)
(We in the house)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Look boy, boy don’t believe what’s on your TV
Look boy, don’t you sit close to the TV
Look boy, seeing is believing
Look boy, look boy (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Would it be unlawful (yeah)
To spend this honeymoon in a brothel?
And share pics from the camera
But they’ll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I’m down in the Meadows
Slidin’ down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I’m swimmin’ out that bitch
Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (yeah)
I just built a castle deep (yeah, yeah)
In them trees (yeah)
That’s how I get them backwoods free (yeah, yeah)
This right here some savagery (yeah, yeah)
Bend it back from me (yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me (yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me

[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Woah-ohhh-ohhhh-woah

Demrick & Dizzy Wright – Outside (Blaze With Us Mixtape)

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[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Outside (x4)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud
Take it outside
Outside (x3)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
You don’t know nobody yet
But we gon’ help grow recreational (for real!)
We gon’ help the education grow
I hit up Reezy he said ‘say no more’ (you feel me?)
My foot in the door already
My nigga we more than ready
Toronto sessions got me getting love like Norm Kelly smoking out of [?] I’m
Finna smoke ’em like ”who coming with me?”
Heard the smoking fee’s 250
Well I guess that’s only if they catch me
Setting bad examples isn’t healthy
James Harden hit ’em with the lefty
Shit is getting messy
I’m in [?] heavy
I’m gon’ get high they don’t gotta let me (I’m gon’ get high)

[Bridge]
I hate when niggas
Act like we can’t roll up
Man I hate when niggas
Trip when I’m paid to pull up
I hate when niggas
Want us out in the open
Man I hate when niggas
Can’t cuss out for smoking

[Hook]
Outside (x4)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud
Take it outside
Outside (x3)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud

[Verse 2: Demrick]
In one state I’m great and the next is hate
Want the government debates, we all speculate
On what’s legal and what’s not
See some call police when they see that we puff pot
Go right down the street and you can fill up a lunch box
Smoking in a park with a mother and son watching
Our city is dumb hot
Security (please!) let me out my moment
I just brought a little weed
Let me blaze it in the open
I’ll be right now smoking hot blow with my eyes open
Shit, I just lit it up I need some time on it
I’m peepin’ on the exit, keep my eye on it
Money got my mind on it, puffing on the [?] on it
Makes sense
I used to hustle [?]
So why you mad I snuck a eighth then?
‘Cause I’ma never stop blazing out in public
You can hate it or love it
Fuck it I’m just sayin’

[Bridge]
I hate when niggas
Act like we can’t roll up
Man I hate when niggas
Trip when I’m paid to pull up
I hate when niggas
Want us out in the open
Man I hate when niggas
Can’t cuss out for smoking

[Hook]
Outside (x4)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud
Take it outside
Outside (x3)
I hate when niggas
Tell me that the weed too loud

Rockie Fresh – Keep The Peace (Priorities 5 Album) letras

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[Verse 1]
I’ll murk you in some skinnies and some yeezy’s
Not a gangster but believe me I go hard so take it easy, woah
Shit, I’m looking at my life I think I love it
I be smoking weed in public, wanting money so I touch it, woah
The game getting crazy, game getting much realer everyday
But I’m in it cuz it pay, woah
Shit lately we’ve been running through a maze
I’ve been high since that nigga Usher made that rock a wave
And I’m still double M G, riding with the team I came with
Kobe shit, shawty that was not a game switch
I’m on that straight and narrow, fast pocket
Gotta watch a nigga blasting off
Like a Houston rocket, James Harden
Yeah, We in the bank [?] time
Shit, I pull up on your bitch like it’s lunch time
[?] first type of niggas
If you heard about [?] then we on our way to get ya yeah

[Hook]
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
See baby it’s a problem, go on let me know
But if it ain’t shit, I suggest you let it go
Take it slow, boy
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it

[Verse 2]
Niggas gon hate, that’s always for the good
Working too hard just like they should
He on games all day okay, aye
She put me in, I make that play, aye
Okay I get it till I fade away, had to hustle state to state
Took it past that 88, now they can’t read my license plate
You know I’m speeding while I’m eating till I’m overweight
I’m a skinny nigga but I really like the cake
I’m running shit so it’s just like I’m back in shape
Shorty super thick make the earth quake
GPA 3.8, She was sleeping on me, now I’m up too late
Way too long, cooking left the stove on
Burnt the house down, getting top with my robe on
Yeah, I just want it all till it’s all gone
Car drive when I was supposed to get call home

[Hook]
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
See baby it’s a problem, go on let me know
But if it ain’t shit, I suggest you let it go
Take it slow, boy
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it

Game – Freedom letras

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[Verse 1: Game]
Holdin’ my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley trynna find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain’t winnin’, I’m just tryin’ to find the proof
Speakin’ of Proof, I’m ’bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin’ Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain’t lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain’t lost the hunger, I’m eatin’ out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin’ like
This young nigga be killin’ this shit
Hip-hop is life’s Cîroc I’m ’bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let’s go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman’s call nigga

[Break]
Stunna, whattup blood?
“Whattup blood? What’s poppin’ my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it’s straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it’s YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let’s get it poppin'”
Rich Gang
All the time one hunnit
Soo Woo

[Verse 2: Game]
New coupe, remove roof
I’m from where niggas’ll do your bitch and bitch niggas’ll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
We puttin’ on magnums, taggin’ that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre’s shit
Niggas know I’m classic, I ain’t even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin’ styles, niggas be tracin’
Whether it’s me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can’t fuck with Jayceon
Let’s go

[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I’m glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can’t buy freedom
We’re far from being free
Yea we’re far from being free
We’re far from free

[Verse 3: Game]
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I’m underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement
Let me find a gun to play with, I leave you niggas under pavement
Tell ’em they rent’s due, pay up or get cement shoes
All this dope be around, you act like I ain’t lean on that fence too
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I’m into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu
My album like a ‘Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon’ reach ya
Now turn this motherfucker up and blow speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let’s go

[Hook]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I’m glad to kill it some more
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can’t buy freedom
We’re far from being free
Yea we’re far from being free
We’re far from free

[Outro: Game]
And last but definitely not least
I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden
Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets
Ballin’ on you bitches

[Skit: Kevin Hart]
Ay man, look
You done rocked with my nigga Game
First of all Game, shouts out to you
You put your foot in this album’s ass
Here’s the thing man
This is your public service announcement for free
This is from me, to you, and everybody who listens to this album
At the end of the day, man, you can’t be judged
If you a man to God, then be a man to God
If you a nigga from the streets, god damnit, be a nigga from the fucking streets
At the end of the day, you are who you are
God made you for a reason, man
Now I’m not saying go kill nobody
I ain’t saying go smack ya lady in the face
What I’m saying is, be who you think you are, man
Don’t mix that shit up
At the end of the day, look
Am I perfect? No
Do I want to be perfect? No
Does God know I’m not perfect?
Well that’s a fucking question mark, cause here’s the thing man
Cuz I’m praying at the wrong times of the day
That’s weird, and I’ll talk to you about that later
But man bottom line what I’m saying is this dude
Be you do you, can’t nobody judge you but you
And at the end of the day if you doing hat you supposed to
Then fuck it man!
You got one life! Live it!
With that being said
Pray for me