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Fifth Harmony – Down lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake (cake, cake)
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth that wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & Lauren]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren, Normani & Gucci Mane]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (it’s Gucci)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cell is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make a man feel like he won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & (Lauren) & (Ally) & (Normani) & (Dinah)]
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down
(I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down,) down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (Imma love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (yeah)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you (down, down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (Long as you’re lovin’ me boy)

[Outro: Lauren]
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Need To Know lyrics

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(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion when I’m asked to
I’m really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn’t work, the chain doesn’t work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I’m laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin’ pills and poppin’ percs
And got some weed and got some purp
And got some bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan’s on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I’m tryna find God through a purchase, I’m not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work
I only think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper + Macklemore]
I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
I’m already afraid of tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can’t forget it
It’s fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don’t make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don’t need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won’t be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I’m running with a pair of scissors
Looking in the mirror like, “Damn that ain’t my dad, is it?”
He handed the torch but he ain’t hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, mini-midis
In-ears and CDs, I put the indie in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn’t no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Instrumental break]

[Outro: Macklemore]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be…okay

Kris Wu – 6 lyrics

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World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
It was all a dream
Used to read word up magazine biggies thang
Nǐ hé wǒ dū kěyǐ
Wǒ fēijī fēi dào mǎdélǐ
Wǒ kāikǒu jiùshì zhìmìng yī jī
Wǒ kāikǒu nǐ yǐ zuòyǐdàibì
Ráoshé dàizhe xuánlǜ nǐ shuō 666
Ayo I invented this flow 66
The world be the kitchen
I be the chef cookin the oven steph curry them refs
No pain no gain rain the trey
Fall back and fade away triple team mvp
Call me the legacy
Wǒ chūmén yào sīrén fēijī
Chūmén yào dài rolies bvlgaris
Shōucáng de jordan zuì hǎo hézuò supreme
Only f**k with mother f**kers on the first team
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
Nǐ shǎ dào kàn bù chū wǒ de shílì
Kàn bù chū zhōngguó zài bāng nǐ juéqǐ
Nǐ yǐwéi zìjǐ bèi táotài wěiqu
Kàn bù chū rùwéi zhě gèng yǒu shílì
Kàn nǐ zhàn zài zhèlǐ diss diss chǒulòu múyàng
Yǎngài bùliǎo nǐ nèixīn rén mó gǒu yàng
Rollin eyes rollin dies doubt me twice popped me nice
And I knew to get back at once that my dream no one can slice
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Xǐnǎo de xuánlǜ xiàng zhè qīngpén dàyǔ
Wǒ xiězhe qíngxù
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Wǒmen tài duō huǒlì wǒmen dàibiǎo holy
Nǐ bù bèi kǎolǜ
Don’t fk with my s**t
Wǒ liànzi bù xián duō wǒ zhōngdiǎn cóng bù tuō
Yǒu yíhàn bùyòng shuō kàn shéi bǎ nǐ dài huǒ
Carry
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē

Kris Wu – JULY lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I’ve been looking for a reason
To have you in my arms
Where you wanna be
Never had a woman so good
Glad to have you right where you wanna be

[Pre-Chorus]
Talking ’til the morning we don’t need any sleep
I hate it when you go to work
Laying ’til the sun down it feel like a dream
I hate it when we go to work
You should be here

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Verse 2]
You’ve been looking for a reason
To have me in your arms
Where I wanna be
Give you what you need and no more
Glad to have you right
Where you wanna be

[Pre-Chorus]
Talking ’til the morning we don’t need any sleep
I hate it when you go to work
Laying ’til the sun down it feel like a dream
I hate it when we go to work
You should be here

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Verse 3]
You know this ain’t rocket science
Get what you got coming to ya
I know what you like
You know that I’mma keep it coming uh
Something ’bout this Moët got you in the mood
Say you got a situation
Tell that other guy to move

Easy, I may have to call in work, girl
How I’m (s’)posed to lay this work, girl
This shit way too good to function
I’m like Jordan when it’s crunch time
We at Nobu when it’s lunch time
I’mma get up out your way, girl
But only if we spending some time, sometimes

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Outro]
Show me how you
Show me how you feeling, babe
Show me how you feeling, babe

Lil Baby – Life Goes On lyrics

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(feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Camila Cabello – OMG (feat. Quavo) lyrics

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[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, causin’ trouble in LA
Rowdy, Tennessee
If I don’t send for you, best not come for me
Jordan, twenty-three
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that li-li-li-like

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (sip it, sip it)
Cyclone, make it spin
‘Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
Yeah, I’m cut like a diamond, I’m cold
4 A.M., bloom like a rose
Girls like the summer, we’re gold, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that li-li-li-like

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God (my God), you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, she’s so right, though (you know you’re so right)
Me and you, that’s a iso
Waist so small, look like lipo (li-lipo)
Moonwalk, my diamonds Michael (Mi-Michael)
She’s so fine, I call my best man (brr)
Ain’t no rings on her left hand (no rings)
I had a dream I was in quicksand (dream)
Then I woke up with the best plans (yeah)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (yeah)
Smoke more green than Boston (green)
I make a play and call ’em (yeah)
Oh my God, she flossin’ (ooh)
On the cover of magazines
I’mma crown the queen (queen)
Bad and boujee, thick and pretty
I’m givin’ her wet dreams (ooh, yeah)
I’m the main reason why her friends like me (hey)
Havin’ her mad at me, tackle me like I’m an athlete (ooh, yeah)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

Travis Scott – Watch lyrics

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[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, f*cked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
She slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your sh*t rockless, my sh*t hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

Travis Scott – Watch (feat. Kanye West & Lil Uzi Vert) lyrics

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[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade (yeah)
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
But she’s slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You and ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

Blink 182 – American Dream

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[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, "You funny"
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

Tiara Thomas – Retro 1’s Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
How do I live this sort of life
Pop champagne getting poured all night
I don’t want none of these niggas inside
Getting geeked up with a foreign dyke

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
Bitch from the hills name Lauren
[?]
And she don’t like no
Tryna be everywhere I go
Acting like she fell in love
I just took off like a dub
Shawty salty than a mug
But I just ran out of fucks
Yeaaah, you know I got it
Touching on my body
You acting naughty
I like em naughty
That extra sloppy
That ain’t gon’ stop

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
That bitch from the hood name Keisha
Brown skin and she look like Issa
[?] when I paint her face she look like Mona Lisa
Break down and roll my reefer
I want my cake and eat it
We do this every weekend
No pipe but shawty leaking
Well, you know I got it
Touching on my body
Is that your hobby?

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

Skizzy Mars – American Dream Lyrics

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[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, “You funny”
Laughing at my haters like, “You dummies”
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

2 Chainz – Role Model Lyrics

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[Intro: DJ Teknikz & 2 Chainz]
See, we stacked down ’til we came up
And the same niggas we used to look up to
Now break bread with a nigga
Haha, Teknikz the muhfuckin’ DJ! Talk to em, Tit!
‘Member in school?
Teacher asked me what I want to be when I grow up, you know
You know, what I look up to
I told her I wanted to be the muhfuckin’ dopeman, you feel me?

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (okay!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
As a young nigga, seen ‘em getting to the money
Told my mama, “One day I’ma be one of ‘em”
So many court dates, I’m damn near gone Sundays
Back in the day when ya safe was ya undies
And I can’t complain, I’m tryna take a plane to Onyx
Yeah I’m fly wit ya woman, I get high wit ya woman
They really can’t rap so these niggas started humming
As soon as they did, 12 start coming
You hear them drums? Give the drummer some
Nah (nah) for real, you need to give Drumma some
I looked up to the hustlas in the foreign cars
Who got that strong, Superman, that dun-ta-dun

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley (okay)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m problematic, problem with the automatic
Close-knit shit, cut from a different fabric
Very necessary, d-boys are legendary
My Pops hustled, so do I, it’s hereditary
These niggas acting like girls, Tyler Perry stuff
Wanna get with me, I tell ‘em, “Neveruary 31st”
Under drugs, it was upstairs, say all I talk about
Is Gucci shoes, but I got more than one pair
One scale, two bales, and a cell phone
Give me two weeks, I turn this shit into the Velvet Room
Velvet rope, red carpet, inhaling smoke
Imagine getting awards just for selling dope

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Sip lean up, we drink out the gold bottles
New Vogues on Lacs like the old models
Wet paint, big feet, make it more hard
Came out the hood from a broken family
The streets was my teacher, they showed me no amnesty
Courts start attacking me, on top of that they adding fees
Stack cheese to stay up, but more important is lawyer fees
Coach said I was a point guard
But I’m posted up on the block and I go hard
Skills of a big man, nah, I’m a dope boy
Big bomb in the bushes, pistol in my ho car

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

Gucci Mane – Dickriders Lyrics

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[Intro]
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Proper-talking, bitch

[Hook]
A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Verse]
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I’m still alive (whoa)
Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck ’em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip)
Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty)
I’m comin’ ov’, on the stove, look like I’m whippin’ rocks (skrrt)
Fuck her lookin in her eye, then I tell a lie
I’m leaving now, don’t tell her why, I just tell her “Bye” (bye)
Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side)
Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah)
She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s’Gucci)
It’s a lot of niggas snitchin’, lot of niggas telling lies (liar)

[Hook]
A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

DJ Jayhood feat. Fetty Wap – Got The Load Lyrics

Azlyrics

Yeah

[Hook]
You best pick up the phone
Know I got the load on me, yeah
Leave the streets alone, swear it got a hold on me, yeah
Everywhere I go bitches say they know of me, yeah
And we letting go, most these niggas hoes, yeah, aye
Most these niggas pussy
Rocking niggas clothes, yeah, aye
Plug was charging 50, so I bought a stove, yeah, aye
Million dollar cribs I was in that [?], yeah, aye
Get it how you live, that’s just what I know, yeah, aye

Best pick up the phone
Know I got the load on me, yeah
Leave the streets alone, swear it got a hold on me, yeah
And we letting go, most these niggas hoes, yeah, aye
Most these niggas pussy
Rocking niggas clothes, yeah, aye

[Verse 1]
Jayhood, Joker, jumping jack in Jason’s hood
Play you punks like poker packets spray, what’s good
Only fuck with bitches look like Meagan Good
Try to cut the paper bitch
I wish you would
I ain’t worried cuz I keep it one me
And I’m shooting like i’m curry off the burn nigga
All my niggas really put it in
In these streets grinding
Yeah we out here working
In the trap where you find me
Whole gang right beside me
I was grinding 365, 24/7, now they want to sign me
If you need work, hit me on the phone
Like dirty clothes, I got a load
Niggas want war with the squad
We will bring it to you like Dominoes
These niggas ain’t no shooters
They just tough over their computer
[?] they know the gang
Let’s go, your bitch know the gang

[Hook]
You best pick up the phone
Know I got the load on me, yeah
Leave the streets alone, swear it got a hold on me, yeah
Everywhere I go bitches say they know of me, yeah
And we letting go, most these niggas hoes, yeah, aye
Most these niggas pussy
Rocking niggas clothes, yeah, aye
Plug was charging 50, so I bought a stove, yeah, aye
Million dollar cribs I was in that [?], yeah, aye
Get it how you live, that’s just what I know, yeah, aye

Best pick up the phone
Know I got the load on me, yeah
Leave the streets alone, swear it got a hold on me, yeah
And we letting go, most these niggas hoes, yeah, aye
Most these niggas pussy
Rocking niggas clothes, yeah, aye

[Verse 2]
Aye
I’m trying to hold up my pants in this bitch, yeah, aye
I’m trying to hold up my bands in this bitch, yeah, and
I’ll bring my lil friend in this bitch, yeah
Get it popping, make em dance in this bitch, yeah
And my homie walked up in here with them 40
Aye, that nigga looking like a opps
Aye, that boy said zoo, we went retarded
Aye, we shot the lights out at the party, yeah
Aye, lining niggas up I’m not a [?]
How you on [?] you not a starter, yeah
Aye, how you got her number never called her
Yeah bitch
You was not even a baller, yeah aye
Drop top super 6, check out my spoilers, yeah, aye
[?], and I spoil her
Only if she naughty, yeah, aye
I treat the pussy like it’s Jordan’s

[Hook]
You best pick up the phone
Know I got the load on me, yeah
Leave the streets alone, swear it got a hold on me, yeah
Everywhere I go bitches say they know of me, yeah
And we letting go, most these niggas hoes, yeah, aye
Most these niggas pussy
Rocking niggas clothes, yeah, aye
Plug was charging 50, so I bought a stove, yeah, aye
Million dollar cribs I was in that [?], yeah, aye
Get it how you live, that’s just what I know, yeah, aye

Best pick up the phone
Know I got the load on me, yeah
Leave the streets alone, swear it got a hold on me, yeah
And we letting go, most these niggas hoes, yeah, aye
Most these niggas pussy
Rocking niggas clothes, yeah

Don Q – Rumors And Gossip

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Oh, y’all ain’t know this was a NickFRSH beat?
Don
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s JSDG with another banger
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
What?
Bitch
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Dirty cops pull you over, no ‘parent reason
Said they found a gun, but they ain’t tell us where they seen it
I know all my rights and they ain’t even care to read it
I got paid lawyers, you know I’m prepared to beat it
I always look like Neimans it’s a outlet in the projects
Where you get those truthly, I just found that in the closet
You heard about them Jordan’s that ain’t out yet, but I got it
You heard about them foreigns, they be jumpin’ in and out it
I just Piru the interior
This is go cruise through the area
This is getting spooky and scarier
They tryna shoot the superior
I live on the edge for the thrill
That’s why I move like the senator
My bitch got red on the heels
She told me them Louboutins is killin’ her
I’m goin’ head over heels
I needed a prayer, I recruited a minister
I’m mixin’ red with the pills
I pop out and hop out the coupe with Dillinger
I can’t afford to get caught with the steal, they tryna turn Q to a prisoner
I’m with my hitter, I told him to chill ’cause he was perusing on drillin’ ya

[Outro]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Bitch
Bitch
Step back
Yeah
Never
So step back
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Huh?
Niggas can’t stop me, nigga
Yeah
Untouchable, nigga
Don
Yeah
Yeah

Crooked I – Truth (Why U Mad) (feat. Royce 5’9″)

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[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
"I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?"
"And what’d you do with it?"
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh)
You niggas losing it
I coulda’ did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn’t cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different than you envisioned
Consumerism’s the new religion
There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison
"Who would listen?"
No time to listen to dudes who spittin’, while music’s missing
[?]
But you was trippin’, because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You’s a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan’s
We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important
Even though there’s been a war on the poor
Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait!
Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything
Wait!
"I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?"

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?"
If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me
You only acting tough ’cause you sniffing coke and sippin’ Hennessy
I click triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches
All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back
Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black"
I’m like Nas, I’m about the check
My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX
I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, ‘cept I’m not in debt
I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like contracepts
I’m a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my [?] was wet
God just wept
I’m the flyest yet
I’m disguised as Ness
Your brides is [?], but your [?]
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect
Yes!
I confess
I don’t rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech’
Lies gon’ catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s
I’m on yo’ head!
Like berets
I’ma show up where you did your show last
That’s gon’ be yo’ ass
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ ave
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ lab
Show up frontin’ like I’m drunk with the MO-AB
I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro
If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl
I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather
When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters
I’m too up to understand what under means
Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders
Male or female, we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this bitch being the best who does it?"
That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it

AJ Tracey – Quarterback

Azlyrics

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

Fortune – Krewella feat. Diskord lyrics

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Lyrics Krewella – Fortune

Pull up on the party with an army
Our guns inked up like a Harley Hells Angel on the one
Like a bull in a china shop, steaming like buns
Coming in like a wrecking ball, you gon’ need a Tylenol.(fortune)

Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young gods
We got everything that we could ever want.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune.

‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune
Fortune.

Diamonds are forever, but a girl’s best friend
Is a bank full of ride-or-dies stickin’ ’til the end
We stay mobbin’ the party
But no, we ain’t the Gottis
We come in peace from the East
Pakistan to Miami.

Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young gods
We got everything that we could ever want.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee.

Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee
Fortuneee.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
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Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee.
Krewella lyrics
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Rapsody – Right Now Lyrics

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[Chorus (Sampled)]
Gimme that [?] right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We do it right now), right now
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Yo
Normally spit ice cold, three-thousand [?] below
Opposite [?], niggas don’t feel me doe
Back in it, two molars to kill ’em, I’m ill: cobra
I’m sittin’ [?] shit [?] yo, it’s so over
Blue Ivy Carter, Deshaun became a pop
Like daughter they say the flow of Hova is beautiful
I’m killer, my nigga, rigamortus like K. Dot
My Jeremy Lin flow, yo, I stepped in the game hot
They [?] to me, over on Blake Griffin
I ball so hard, couldn’t find me [?] you niggas
Been awaitin’ mine, witnessin’ real proof
[?] been over like that too

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Yo
Saturday-Sunday flow, that’s how the week end
Lines remind you of waitin’ shoppin’ for Jordan 10’s
Anxious for my release, rap is the real deal
D’Angelo naked truth [?] drugs how it really feel
Gettin’ ’em sky high, stuck in my flow still
Rushin’ my patience gon’ have me rushin’ patients I kill
To E.R., more liquor for my homies, my nigga
[?] we catch ya attention like Aston
Martin’s driven in places niggas can’t afford them
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent (we gon’ do it right now)
Yo, [?] I’m holdin’ my weight
Don’t worry ’bout niggas, flow’ll take care of ’em: Drake
Lost in the party life, feeling eighteen again
Reason for wylin’ tonight but give me another sin
Killin’ these niggas off, exposin’ they spines
Niggas backed [?] half of these niggas can’t rhyme (yo)
Just speaking the truth, ain’t no fuckin’ with mine
Yo, [?] and right now is the time

[Pre-Chorus: Rapsody]
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
(We gon’ do it right now), [?], we did it right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

Audio Push – God Speed (Last Lights Left Album)

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[Verse 1: Price]
I been waiting
I gave ’em all a head start
I lost ends, lost friends
But one thing I kept: heart
You want pressure, let’s start
I really swam with the sharks
So I don’t entertain bottom-feeders
Middle-finger to the non-believers
Yep, damn, she a eater, I gotta feed her
I never changed, I ain’t gotta meet her
Young Price, he a knowledge-seeker
Turn your main into a swallower
I ain’t even gotta meet her
Heard you got a million followers, but you still not a leader
None of y’all niggas working
Every time I see your face you got a new team, you got a new jersey
Ooh shit so disturbing
I done watched niggas switch up during crunch time when the shit rough
Now they call for the clique-up
I hit "Ignore" I don’t pick up
Respected by the Damu’s
I get love from the Keyways
Foreign tires on the freeways
I know these streets, I don’t need ways
My step-pops from the PJs
My real pops from the G’s
It’s gangsters all around me
But I just wanna live in peace

[Chorus: Price]
My life fast, god speed
Secure the bag, god speed
New chain, god speed
Need everything, god speed
I live it up, god speed
She fell in love, god speed
God speed, god speed
My life fast, god speed
Secure the bag, god speed
New chain, god speed
Need everything, god speed
I live it up, god speed
She fell in love, god speed
God speed, god speed

[Verse 2: Oktane]
Hair longer than long, skin blacker than black
My top speed god speed, nothing faster than that
I seen ’em switch the second you shoot and miss
But even Kobe went for five rings, and Jordan went for six
Living legend, game seven, just my squad in the middle
It’s all lions, never silent when we ride through the jungle
All my dogs bite hard, they should ride with a muzzle
And chew it to pieces if it ain’t no piece inside of my puzzle
Yeah you’ll get rearranged, game make people change
Shallow women scared of love, they felt deeper pain
And we done got it from the mud, we done seen the rain
So if you gon’ be anything, don’t let it be in vain
Yeah I’m always on my toes, somewhere blowing O’s
And everywhere I go they say "You the one the Lord chose"
So I just pray to ’em, they ask "What he say to ya?"
He say "Point the enemies out and we going straight through ’em"
Ever since then, everything god speed
Make her walk knock-kneed
I need a ring at top speed
‘Cause I’m tryna plant my seeds
Faith alone won’t get you home
You gon’ need [?]
Airline alone top three
Just go home you’re not me
Everything god speed, everything god speed
Got roll-up, got tree
Still not high up as God be
For God’s sake, golly
Everything top speed, man everything god speed
God speed, god speed

When the drugs don t work – Doobie lyrics

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Lyrics Doobie – When the drugs don t work

What am I gonna do when The Drugs Don t Work
Girl you a fool if you think love don’t hurt
You ain’t heard? They call me Cobain, First name Kurt
Gotta nose full of Coke and a cup full of dirt
You should be right here with me, but you blew it
And I blew up, I’m 2 treed wit my 2’s up
Hella big Ms getting threw up and thrown up
Ima young bull, old money, grown up yeah yeah
Bump of the ekow, I’m in a tree house
F**k her then leave out, 2 treed peace out (peace out)
I stomp on the yayo, Angel dust no halo
Step on the yola, I’m booted, coca no cola
This that Coke rock, Cocaheina in my snot
This that Yo, I got ballerinas dancing on my cock
This that yay bump, Snow bunny do a hop
This that Coke, I do a lot
B***h I’m Wilder than a rot yeah.

So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher
So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher.

I’m on that Caine like I’m getting old
I been had that crack, hear in in my bones
Cocaine Cowboy, Indiana Jones
I had to get me a sack like it’s 4th and goal
Oh my oh my, I’m rocket high
I’m a shooting star like I shot the sky
I can’t see why you even caught my eye
Too busy lookin at yo a*s when you was walking by
Cuz you goofy like Max dad
I’m hotter than wax dabs
Off 2 hits like jab jab
Smoking OG by the hashtag
That mean the pound
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Boy you looking around like pass that
I’m in a aircraft, I’m air Jordan you Air Shaq
I take yo spot and you won’t never get to chair back
I get paid to sit on my a*s, Seat check
And this s**t I’m smoking on smell like feet sweat.

What am I gonna do when The Drugs Don t Work
Girl you a fool if you think love don’t hurt
You ain’t heard? They call me Cobain, First name Kurt
Gotta nose full of Coke and a cup full of dirt
You should be right here with me, but you blew it
And I blew up, I’m 2 treed wit my 2s up
Hella big Ms getting threw up and thrown up
Ima young bull, old money, grown up yeah yeah
Bump of the ekow, I’m in a tree house
F**k her then leave out, 2 treed peace out
I stomp on the yayo, Angel dust no halo
Step on the yola, I’m booted, coca no cola.

This that Coke rock, Cocaheina in my snot
This that Yo, I got ballerinas dancing on my cock
This that yay bump, Snow bunny do a hop
This that Coke, I do a lot
B***h I’m Wilder than a rot yeahhh.

So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher
So put the weed in the grinder
Break it down, roll it up and get higher.

What am I gonna do when the drugs don’t workkk. (x9)
Doobie lyrics
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Fifth Harmony – Down (feat. Gucci Mane) (Fifth Harmony Album)

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It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kinda situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

PartyNextDoor – Damn

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[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I was trying to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Left me alone in the streets
Now you done woken the beast
All these GG snakes on me
Shopping sprees after shopping sprees, I go
I go, yeah, should have seen the sign
[?] love’s blind, I guess danger gets me excited
I am on a threesome diet right now, baby
I’m taking trips to Miami traveling down seven keys
Ducking off, sipping Grey Geese
Never thought you plea these actions I did
Never thought you had my head on a leash
Never thought you had my heart tryna leave
Saying things I never speak about
I’ma handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, you’re not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fér!
They said you used to be the one that used to two step, baby
But I’m too rich for that to happen, whoa whoa
Like Ali, I’ma bounce back off the ropes
In my Jordan’s, yeah, Jordan with the tongue
In my Kobe’s, yeah, hitting 81
And I’m going gold, find a badder one
Let the check blow, now that’s platinum
I’ma recoup, buy the blue coupe
Bought a new house, that’s a new roof
I’ma make lemonade out of lemons, got a sweet tooth
And I learn from my truths
And learn from my last
And learn from my past
I knew this won’t last
Just tell me quick fast

[Bridge: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
So I can handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, your not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

Kodak Black – No Codefendant (Project Baby 2 Album)

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[Intro]
Of course I wanna see you make it
Shit, only if you taking me with you
Shit, If you ain’t taking me withcha now I don’t know
Shit…

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
All ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant

[Verse 1]
I’m on posted on the Ugly, I’m outcha" in the open, wit it
I’m on that Zoe shit, ain’t no hoe shit, ain’t no folding in me
I got like four lil bitches on here, That one with no Jimmy
I ain’t wear no suit and tie right now but I give the nigga the business
I should’ve killed my cousin that night ’cause he was my only witness
But I ain’t kill him ’cause I love that nigga till infinity
And If I buy a house, you feel like you deserve to live in it
And If I buy a car, you feel like you deserve infinity
How the fuck you feel like that, when you weren’t ouchta here with me getting it
You wasn’t even at my sentencing
I was in a fucked up predicament
Oh you don’t love me no more?
I ain’t your brother no more?
Cuz I don’t give you nothin" no more
I ain’t your brother no more

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

[Verse 2]
You ain’t have to eat grits, 3 in the morning
You ain’t have to sleep with a nigga on the toilet
I don’t wanna ball, [?] wearing Jordan’s
All that bullshit, I’m trying to avoid it
I ain’t ask you when you had your shot
I ain’t ask you when we got kicked out
I ain’t ask you, I was posted on the block
I was doing fraud, I was going up top
I was eatin’ peanut butter
Nigga how you got my number
I don’t really owe nobody
Matter fact I don’t know nobody
Matter fact nigga leave me alone
I ain’t tryna get out my zone
I ain’t tryna get out my bubble
I ain’t on that shit you on
I don’t wanna relapse on niggas
I better not wack me a nigga
I’m just tryna rap these songs
So let me just rap these songs
You ain’t take me when you had your time
You ain’t take me when you had your shine
Why when I’m focused y’all saying I got changed
It’s like y’all wanna see me in them chains

[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh ’cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no soldiers with me
‘Cause when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

Mozzy – Like You Say You Do (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

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[Intro: Mozzy]
Four finger banging, I’m from four park
Pop a couple pills and then smoke ports
Y’all don’t know nothing ’bout that gangster shit, ah
I got shooters in my corner, they don’t play about me
Nigga watch what you say about me
Nah, they don’t play about me

[Verse: Mozzy]
I got shottas in my corner, they don’t play about me
Watch what you say about me
They chewing faces ’bout me
We in this ancient Audi, it’s in Alicia name
But this blammy I’m brandishing in them people’s name
My younging gunning for nothing, little Uzzy need a name
Inquired about his prices when I seen his aim
Them better days never came when we prayed for ’em
The oven on 450, keep the place warm
Jordan’s launching every month, I had to beg for ’em
And she still ain’t cop ’em, my grades started dropping
My gang started popping, ain’t no way I’m going to college
Momma and poppa couldn’t save me when them niggas robbed me
It’s traumatizing watching bullets penetrate a body
Without a body, niggas treat you like you ain’t nobody
You know I got it, I’m bagging up all this powder
Purchase 20 P’s, all sour
Be there in a hour
1750 on the counter
I promise it’s all there, you could count it
I never got an allowance
Now I’m up a couple hundred thousand
Slither through the hood, I’m just browsing
Peanut butter couches in the foreign got me lounging
Thinking ’bout this ‘Rarri, discussing with my accountant
My mama looking at houses, told her to point ’em out
And we gone make it happen, you know what your boy about
Watch how they follow the route
Getting to it for real
We don’t need a deal, niggas gucci over here
Cubicals in the air, cubicals in the charm
Tell ’em ring the alarm, a Cali nigga in charge
Banging B-Sunny, they tackled him on the yard
Anything can happen when shackled behind bars
Nah, you don’t love me like you say you do
When them suckers slid on me, nigga, fuck you do
A single body ain’t enough, gotta come anew
I’m 100 through and through, ain’t nothing new
You don’t love me like you say you do

Dexta Daps – No Coke Lyrics

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Growing up inna the garrison
One a me dream was fi do a show inna Square Madison
Me did waan fi go Paris too
Fi put some Euro and some US and some pound inna me wallet too
Now me live inna the Hilton, the Crown and the Radisson
Gyal fi pick and choose from fi marry too
Me see seh life only change if you want it to
Even if you haffi go a Cali too
But wha’

Do no bring no coke come a garrison
Do no bring no coke come a garrison
You see you
Do no bring no coke come a garrison
High grade, you fi carry to
Do no bring no coke come a garrison, hey
Do no bring no coke come a garrison
You see you
Do no bring no coke come a garrison
No, oh, oh, no

Me see seh, Babylon a try demolish you
Them search the mountains fi you
But dem should a search the valley too
Juana it come in like a you me a go marry too
Cah Sonia a no me family and Harry too
You no see, slavery days done
Now cocaine fi abolish too
Bush weed can gwaan to me nah miss you
Come in like weed, mek fi knowledge you
And smoking a everybody hobby too
But wha’

Do no bring no coke come a garrison, hey
Do no bring no coke come a garrison
You see you
Me say, do no bring no coke come a garrison
High grade, you fi carry to
But wha’
Do no bring no coke come a garrison, hey
Do no bring no coke come a garrison
You see you
Do no bring no coke come a garrison, hey
Hey

And when dem stress me, wha’ me do?
Just, get high of a the chronicle
Tell anybody weh a fly go a space, seh fi carry me too
One pack a rizzla Miss Morrison
Mek sure seh a the raw one you a carry too
Jordan, me have a good draw a high grade fi astonish you
Mek you talk inna Spanish too
No traer coke aquí Señor Harrison

Do no bring no coke come a garrison, hey
Do no bring no coke come a garrison
You better bring marijuana
High grade, you fi carry to, hey
Do no bring no coke come a garrison, hey
Me say, do no bring no coke come a garrison
You better bring marijuana
Do no bring no coke come a garrison, hey
Hey

NF – Green Lights

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[Verse 1]
Yeah
My name buzzin’, ain’t no way you could ignore it
I did not come this far so they could ignore me
I am not the one to say, "I’ll do it in the mornin’"
I’d rather get it done, don’t focus on what’s not important
They try to talk to me like they been nothin’ but supportive
Appreciate the love, but do not show up on my doorstep
If you ain’t about that real, I suggest that you avoid me
If we ain’t on the same page, that’s the end of story, ah!
Hey, you are not a baller ’cause your closet’s full of Jordan’s
You are not a rich man ’cause you’re on the Forbes list
First, I dropped a record, then you know I gotta tour it
Real’s still the slogan, only difference is there’s more of us
The story of my life feels like it’s just beginnin’ now
I ask you a question, I want answers, not the run-around
You the one that brought it up, but I’m the one to shut it down
If you ain’t got the album yet, I brought you one, I’m at your house
Hey!

[Hook]
All I see is green lights
All I see is green lights
All I spit is real life
Bet you don’t know what that’s like (huh?)
All I see is green lights, woo
All I see is green lights, yeah
All I spit is real life
I bet you don’t know what that’s like

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I know where I’m goin’, I don’t let no one distract me
I don’t need directions from nobody in the back seat
I don’t need these people in my corner tryna gas me
I’d rather have people in my corner tryna check me
Yeah, I walk off the bus a different city than the last week
Let the fans speak, they gon’ tell you ’bout the past me
If I’m bein’ honest, last year I was in a bad place
Wouldn’t say I’m out of it, but don’t feel like I can’t be, ah!
Who you know droppin’ clean records, but they nasty?
I was made for this, I could tell when mama had me
I hopped right off the table, told my doctor, "I ain’t average."
He asked me, "What does that mean?"
I told him, "Get the pen and pad, please."
Who’d a known I’d write something that could change lives?
I don’t think y’all fully understand the way you changed mine
I look at the future that’s in front of me with both eyes
Three records, three years, I don’t like to waste time
Oh yeah!

[Hook]
All I see is green lights, yeah
All I see is green lights, haha
All I spit is real life (real life)
Bet you don’t know what that’s like (you don’t know!)
All I see is green lights (green lights), woo
All I see is green lights (green lights), yeah
All I spit is real life (oh!)
I bet you don’t know what that’s like (no!)

[Outro]
Haha
All I see is—green lights!
Yeah
Oh my!

Green lights – NF lyrics

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Lyrics NF – Green lights

Yeah
My name buzzin’, ain’t no way you could ignore it
I did not come this far so they could ignore me
I am not the one to say, “I’ll do it in the mornin’”
I’d rather get it done, don’t focus on what’s not important
They try to talk to me like they been nothin’ but supportive
Appreciate the love, but do not show up on my doorstep
If you ain’t about that real, I suggest that you avoid me
If we ain’t on the same page, that’s the end of story, ah!
Hey, you are not a baller ’cause your closet’s full of Jordan’s
You are not a rich man ’cause you’re on the Forbes list
First, I dropped a record, then you know I gotta tour it
Real’s still the slogan, only difference is there’s more of us
The story of my life feels like it’s just beginnin’ now
I ask you a question, I want answers, not the run-around
You the one that brought it up, but I’m the one to shut it down
If you ain’t got the album yet, I brought you one, I’m at your house
Hey!(green lights)

All I see is green lights
All I see is green lights
All I spit is real life
Bet you don’t know what that’s like. (x2)

Yeah
I know where I’m goin’, I don’t let no one distract me
I don’t need directions from nobody in the back seat
I don’t need these people in my corner tryna gas me
I’d rather have people in my corner tryna check me
Yeah, I walk off the bus a different city than the last week
Let the fans speak, they gon’ tell you ’bout the past me
If I’m bein’ honest, last year I was in a bad place
Wouldn’t say I’m out of it, but don’t feel like I can’t be, ah!
Who you know droppin’ clean records, but they nasty?
I was made for this, I could tell when mama had me
I hopped right off the table, told my doctor, “I ain’t average.”
He asked me, “What does that mean?” versuri-lyrics.info
I told him, “Get the pen and pad, please.”
Who’d a known I’d write something that could change lives?
I don’t think y’all fully understand the way you changed mine
I look at the future that’s in front of me with both eyes
Three records, three years, I don’t like to waste time
Oh yeah!

All I see is green lights, yeah
All I see is green lights, haha
All I spit is real life (real life)
Bet you don’t know what that’s likeee. (x2)
Nf lyrics
Video lights

Kodak Black – No CoDefendant Lyrics

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[Intro]
Of course I wanna see you make it
Shit, only if you taking me with you
Shit. If you ain’t taking me withcha now I don’t know Shit

[Hook]
Cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant
All cause I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t want to see me make it no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when I’m riding through the city I don’t need no soldiers with me
Cause when I’m sliding on a nigga I don’t need no codefendant

[Verse 1]
I’m on posted on the Ugly, I’m outcha” in the open, wet it
I’m on that Zoe shit
Ain’t no hoe shit
Ain’t no folding in me
I got like four lil bitches on here, That one with no Jimmy
I ain’t wear no suit and tie right now but I give the nigga the [?]
I should have killed my cousin that night cuz he was my only witness
But I ain’t kill him cuz I love that nigga till infinity
And If I buy a house, you feel like you deserve to live in it
And If I buy a car, you feel like you deserve infinity
How the fuck you feel like that, when you weren’t ouchta here with me getting it
You wasn’t even at my sentencing
I was in a fucked up predicament
Oh you don’t love me no more?
I ain’t your brother no more?
Cuz I don’t give you nothin” no more
I ain’t your brother no more

[Hook]
Cuz I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no solders with me
Cuz when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent
Oh Cuz I ain’t looking out no more so you ain’t fucking with me
You don’t wanna see me making no more since you ain’t coming with me
And when Im riding through the city I ain’t need no solders with me
Cuz when Im sliding on a nigga I don’t need no CoDefendent

[Verse 2]
You ain’t have to eat grits, 3 in the morning
You ain’t have to sleep with a nigga on the toilet
I don’t wanna ball, [?] wearing Jordan’s
All that bullshit, Im trying to avoid it
I ain’t ask you when you had your shot
I ain’t ask you when we got kicked out
I ain’t ask you, I was posted on the block
I was doing fraud, I was going up top
I was eating peanut butter
Nigga how you got my number
I don’t really owe nobody
Matter fact I don’t know nobody
Matter fact nigga leave me alone
I ain’t tryna get out my zone
I ain’t trynna get out my bubble
I ain’t on that shit you on
I don’t wanna relapse on niggas
I better not wack me a nigga
I’m just tryna rap these s
So let me just rap these songs
[transcribing in progress}

Don Q – Corner Stories (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

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[Interview]
[?] :There’s certain tapes that really take shit to another level for an artist
With 50 it was 50 Cent was the Future
When it was Wiz Khalifa it was Kush & Orange Juice
You know, Drake it was obviously So Far Gone
J. Cole, The Come Up
Does this feel like one of those for you?

[Intro]
(D-Lo on the beat)
Yeah
Don
Corner stories nigga
Takin’ niggas to the corner for real nigga
For real, for real
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa

[Verse]
I pull up on bitches that fronted when we ain’t had nothin’
My nigga we came here from nothin’
Niggas just makin’ assumptions
We faithfully pumpin’
I woke up and shaved me an onion
I put my hood on the map
They talkin’ that talk
But they ain’t put they foot in the trap
I put down that pack
Man, I couldn’t relax
Perfected my craft
Now look where I’m at
I’m not forgettin’ it
Pourin’ and sippin’ it
Me and you, we not equivalent
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m [?] it
Water I’m drippin’ it
Avianne got me drenched in it
Yeah
I’m Perk poppin’, Louis shirt rockin
The work pop, I take her purse shoppin’
I put Céline on my main bitch
Channel for my second and third options
I’m frontin’ in Fendi
I’m back off the bubble
Them racks in the duffle
I keep it stuffed
My neighbors is bitchin’
I’m plannin’ on buyin’ a crib
On a lake when the lease is up
The money callin’ and I keep in touch
If it ain’t blind you
You ain’t see enough
I’m callin’ Jordan when I’m re-in’ up
I got a shipment comin’ if my [sneakers scuffed]
They know me for pourin’ two liters up
Straight out the bottle
You know I don’t need a cup
10,000 to brighten the pinkie up
I could’a put that on a Kia truck
I’d rather stack it till I’m in the Aston
With the system blastin’ while I’m whippin’ past ’em
Woods burnin’ like I’m in the cabin
Expensive fashion when the pictures snappin’
I go to Atlanta I’m hittin’ them firest bitches
Give Xans and them Mollies to biches
Percs and the Roxies we fuck on a lot of prescriptions
‘Cause you treat ’em like Hollywood bitches
Slide in your DM, but I don’t be followin’ bitches
I just had to block a few bitches
See ’em in public I’m duckin’ and dodgin’
I can’t even say I acknowledge you bitches
Whoa

[Interview]
[?] :Yeah man, Don
You know, I.. I.. I appreciate… For me, as a journalist
There’s no better time for an artist. This is most exciting time
As an artist. These are always my favorite interviews because it’s like…
Don Q: These are special moments right here
[?]: Yeah, you got that glow man, definitely, the.. the… It’s there in Corner Stories. I think… it’s gonna cement it man. So I’m just happy to be a part of it
Don Q: Yeah man. I’m happy to have you a part of it man
[?]: My man though!
Don Q: Corner Stories