Jeffree Star Wants to Become a Porn Star

The latest celebrity to consider getting into sex work is none other than Jeffree Star. The beauty mogul and polarizing YouTuber revealed his porn star aspirations this week in a new, “shocking” interview on The Sip With Ryland Adams and Lizze Gordon.

The candid conversation turned cheeky when Star was notified that a delivery from Louis Vuitton was trying to get through the front gate of his mansion. Star initially thought the call was coming from his personal chef, who’s hired to feed him and any of his guests, even the romantic kind. (More on Star’s last boyfriend, here.)

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Other than applying makeup and making money, giving head is one of the things he loves most. “Why wouldn’t you marry making money and sex into OnlyFans?” Adams asked. “I feel like that might be a bigger boom for you than most business ventures.”

“I have never cooked before, so any potential people that want to fuck or date me, the chef will be cooking your meals, not me,” Star told Adams and Gordon. “But I will suck you the best you’ve ever had in your life. That’s a given, I think we all know that by now.”

Star expressed his interest in that kind of pursuit, saying that as a Scorpio, he’s very sexual and “adventurous” in nature. “Recently in the last three months, I’ve been hanging out with a few people and we’ve just been shooting some fun ‘Only Jeffree’ content,” he said, suggesting that maybe he’d start his own site for NSFW content rather than signing up for OnlyFans.

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He even showed the hosts an exclusive sneak peek. “It’s more like doing things in fun, interesting spots,” Star clarified. “Like I’m sucking dick on a private jet,” he continued, showing them a photo of a man whose dick is described as sex toy-like in size. “That looks like it couldn’t possibly be a human penis,” Gordon said. “That’s the craziest penis I’ve ever seen.”

Apparently, another shot shows a man with a $125k diamond watch wrapped tightly around his dick. “I like to think outside the box,” Star joked, explaining that he enjoyed how it looked specifically with a camera flash shining on the diamonds. “No one’s ever done that, and don’t steal my fucking ideas before my shit drops,” he told the audience, laughing.

Star didn’t divulge when exactly we could expect his adult film career to take off, so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see when he goes from Jeffree Star to Porn Star. Until then, watch the full interview, below.

Photo via Getty


Vacationing Around the Globe on Google Maps

Featuring Spring 2020 looks from Gucci, Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton and Berluti, this high fashion fantasy adventure sees two protagonists embark on a digital journey around the globe — exclusively and safely traveling — via Google Street View. This is what happened…












Photography: Felix Gaertner

Styling: Janina Gruber

Hair: Waka Adachi
Makeup: Fiona Gallagher using Tata Harper

Models: Jayden (IMG) and Lucas Cotty (IMG)

Pop Smoke – Like Me Lyrics (feat. PnB Rock)

[Intro: PnB Rock & Pop Smoke]
Othello on the beat
You fire, ooh, ooh
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin’ for a man, you got the right one
She feelin’ me, she say, “You so wavy, boy, you sexy, yeah, you fire”
Look

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
I’m like, “What’s crackin’?” She like, ”Pop, I got a man”
I’m like, “Damn, how you know me?” Say she got me on the ‘Gram
I say, “Look, I understand, but baby, I’m the fan
‘Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land”
She say, “What’s that on your face?” And I say, “It’s a cold world”
Way you bitin’ your lips though got me like “Oh, girl”
Get money and stay aggressive, baby, it’s your world
Martin talkin’ to Gina, baby, you go, girl
Who you with? I’m with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers
All them scammers and them killers who I hang with
Yeah, I taste good, ain’t no onions on my sandwich
I’m 823 and everybody know I’m sanctioned
Why? ‘Cause if I shoot, I’ma shoot that, woo and I’ma woo back
Yeah, I’m from the floss, you know the language
I put it on the table so that everything is clear
Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ear
She like, “Send me a text”
The end of the night, she was laid up in the bed
Liftin’ up her dress, had her bent over the ledge
Kissin’ on her neck when she went to give me head
What’s next? Look
Let me f**k you, let me suck you, let me eat you, let me hold you
Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga’s supposed to
If you ain’t know I had the power, let me show you
Shark on your plate, we eatin’ dinner at Nobu

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & PnB Rock]
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin’ for a man, you got the right one
She said, “Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real, girl, I’m lookin’ for a wifey
She feelin’ me, she say, “Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire”

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
I’ma call you every day at twelve o’ clock, “How you doin’?” like Wendy
About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi
I’ma treat you right as long as you let me
Louis Vuitton and Giuseppes, all I do is chase fetti
Know I ride with that semi, so let me know when you ready
I’ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collectin’ funds
Grabbin’ on your ass, got a Rollie on my wrist
Baby, you could bring a friend, that’s when the party begin
All them tigers on my collar ain’t always just been Gucci
Ridin’ past your block bumpin’ YFN Lucci
You sayin’ talkin’ is cheap, so you know I had to prove it
So I made this song so you can add it to your music
I’m top tier, yeah, I ain’t never kept it Nancy
But like Jamie Foxx, I’ma always keep you fancy
Gucci trench, feel like fishin’ gear
Put me on any block, you know I’ma get it there

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & PnB Rock]
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin’ for a man, you got the right one
She said, “Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real, girl, I’m lookin’ for a wifey
She feelin’ me, she say, “Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire”

[Outro: PnB Rock]
You fire, yeah, yeah
You fire, yeah, woo

Here Come The Mummies – Glamazon Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She drinks her gin and tonic
From her Manolo Blahnik
Four point five carrots on each finger
They make her 6 foot 4
So she can’t be ignored
“Don’t you dare take my picture”

[Pre-Chorus]
Camera flash and she’s gone
In a dash and it’s on
Look for her posse or paparazzi
Fake eyelash weave is long
Nice tight ass, ooh that’s wrong
Dolce and Gucci more than a hoochie
Dressed to the nines on the cover of the Times

[Chorus]
She’s a Glamazon, she will turn you on
Ain’t nothing funny, she’s on the runway
She’s a Glamazon, clutching Louis Vuitton
She’s Hello Kitty, Sex and the City
It’s such a pity that she’s so damn pretty

[Verse 2]
She looks so well rehearsed
Her pouty lips are pursed
You know there ain’t no need to mention
No matter where she goes
She gotta strike a pose
You know that girl loves the attention

[Pre-Chorus]
Camera flash and she’s gone
In a dash and it’s on
Look for her posse or paparazzi
Fake eyelash weave is long
Nice tight ass, ooh that’s wrong
Dolce and Gucci more than a hoochie
Dressed to the nines on the cover of the Times

[Chorus]
She’s a Glamazon, she will turn you on
Ain’t nothing funny, she’s on the runway
She’s a Glamazon, clutching Louis Vuitton
She’s Hello Kitty, Sex and the City
It’s such a pity that she’s so damn pretty

[Bridge]
She’s so cosmopolitan
With Botox and collagen
Yeah

[Chorus]
She’s a Glamazon, she will turn you on
Ain’t nothing funny, she’s on the runway
She’s a Glamazon, clutching Louis Vuitton
She’s Hello Kitty, Sex and the City
It’s such a pity that she’s so damn pretty

[Chorus]
She’s a Glamazon, she will turn you on
Ain’t nothing funny, she’s on the runway
She’s a Glamazon, clutching Louis Vuitton
She’s Hello Kitty, Sex and the City
It’s such a pity that she’s so damn pretty

Yung Lev – Can You See Me Now Lyrics

[Hook]
Diamonds on my wrist they blinkin bright at night
Can you see me now?
Buying what i want now im wearing all white
Can you see me now?
Carrying a lot Louis Vuitton my bag
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?

[Verse 1]
18 dyed my money blue we ain’t racing
Chase me – get your ass burnt with some lazers
Crazy. everybody thinkin we be crazy
Clouds and my imagination – those who raised me
Try to erase me
Find all my best shit
Steal that from my spaceship
Copy and paste it
Now I do not need nobody, I’m feeling this
I make my own thing – f**k up all the frequencies

[Hook]
Diamonds on my wrist they blinkin bright at night
Can you see me now?
Buying what i want now im wearing all white
Can you see me now?
Carrying a lot Louis Vuitton my bag
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?
Can you see me now?

[Verse 2]
Stop telling me shit you gotta grow up
Tell me where u at, guaranteed, i pull up
What you got? oh, trust me, not a problem
If he dont like my shit imma drop him
And yeah they f**king mad but I see no one of them when i drive by
Got a lot on me so i show it and now your bestfriend is on my side
You know I hit you with the beat make your roof slide
Yea you know I’m playing those keys right
Yeah we getting high on the seaside
Yeah iced out trust me nothing inside
My phone blowing in the airport like a c4
Smoking reefer
Headphones on and im like in a cathedral
Yeah she’s gone i don’t need her

[Hook]
Diamonds on my wrist they blinkin bright at night
Can you see me now
Buying what i want now im wearing all white
Can you see me now?

Watch This Woman Design Her Own Louis Vuitton Prosthetic Leg

Sian Green-Lord, a 29-year-old woman from London, repurposed a luxury bag for the greater good by fashioning her new prosthetic leg out of a vintage Louis Vuitton purse; the world’s first of its kind.

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In 2013, Green-Lord visited New York City and lost her leg in a car accident. As reported by the New York Post, a yellow taxi cab hit her and the resulting injury “severed Green’s left foot and shattered her right leg.” While her right leg was saved, the left leg had to be amputated below the knee. (The owner of the taxi, Mohammed Faysal Himon, has never faced any criminal charges.)

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Now nearly seven years later, Green-Lord tells BBC that a dream she had served as the inspiration for her Louis Vuitton leg, “I remember telling my husband in the morning. He was like ‘Why is that crazy? Why don’t you just do it?'”

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So she did it, turning her leg into a moment. Green-Lord purchased a Louis Vuitton bag off of eBay for around 150 pounds ($197) and vlogged the process on her YouTube channel.

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And thanks to her new prosthetic, she can also now wear heels which she was previously unable to. To complete the look, Green-Lord bought a pair of Louis Vuitton heeled boots with a matching monogram pattern to her leg. She explains the motivation behind creating her new prosthetic, “This leg is a product of somebody who I was before I lost my leg and it’s almost a collaboration to myself, to the person I was then and to the person I am now. I just feel really whole and really fulfilled because I got a feeling back I never thought I’d feel again.”

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Photo via YouTube

Key Glock – Since 6Ix Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
(Tay Keith, f**k these niggas up)
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as f**k, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bitch I been gettin’ it (Yeah)
Young nigga and I got plenty (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties and twenties (Yeah)
Stackin’ my digits (Yeah)
Hot like a motherf**kin’ skillet (Yeah)
Don’t put your hands on me, Willy (Hah)
Swaggin’ and spillin’ (Sauce)
Drippin’ in Gucci, Givenchy (Drip)
Louis Vuitton decisions
Cartier lenses, I paid a rack for my vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see you niggas bullshittin’, my diamonds hittin’
Bitches fallin’ out like Wendy, ooh, Wendy Williams
Lord forgive me but I’m oh so serious, ooh
I be walkin’, same time swimmin’, my neck wet just like a pool
Spent a whole hundred rack on tenni’s, not talkin’ ’bout shoes
But I did spend a twenty with my crew and made the news (No cap)
Then I got this shit right back after I bust a couple moves (No cap)
Then I bought a couple jewels, they like, “Glock, you a fool” (Yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothin’ new but these motherf**kin’ blues (Bitch)

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah (Glizzock)
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as f**k, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Ever since I was 6)

[Bridge]
No I never ever trust a bitch, nah (No)
The last time I did, I was 6, yeah (6)
I hit a ho and get away quick, uh (Gone)
Young nigga smooth like silk, yeah
Ice so cold, need a coat, yeah (Ice so cold)
I’m so high, no pimp (High)
I walk like a pimp, yeah (I walk like a, drip)
Bankroll make me limp, yeah

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as f**k, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Glock)

Juice WRLD – Troubled Kids Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)

[Chorus]
Spend it all, make it all back, make it all
Find out where her hotel at so she can take it off
Watch her as she takes it off
Louis Vuitton don bras, the PrimaDonna drawers
It’s gettin’ hot in here, won’t you take off your clothes?
I feel like bustin’ loose, but I’m not Nelly, ho, yeah
Throw a party on that ass, throw confetti on it
By confetti, I mean different color money
I keep more than hunnids comin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh yeah, I got pounds, I got bills, I got chronos
I got pesos, I got euros, I got chronos
I got green, I got blue, she got red nose
She got red from doin’ all the white, ohh

[Verse 1]
(Let’s go) Percocet and the car in steer (Oh)
My vision blurry, hell (Uh-huh)
But no way, I’m not scared (Oh)
You know I do not care (Oh)
Cops, they on my trail (Uh-huh)
Put the coke in your derrière
And you better not tattletale (Uh-huh)
In the midnight air, we lit (Uh)
We a bunch of troubled kids (Uh-huh)
Screamin’ “Fuck the scholarships” (Uh-huh)
We won’t acknowledge it (Uh-uh)
We need acknowledgment (Uh-huh)
Motherfucker better pay they respects (Uh-huh)
I’m playin’ on a cello, smokin’ cigarillos and Rambo totin’ my TEC (Uh-huh)
I done made it out the ghetto, stay out the ghetto forever (Yeah), I’m done with that (Uh-huh)
If I go broke, I’ma rob these Hollywood folks (Yeah), I ain’t comin’ back (Uh-uh)
Baby, where you at? (Uh-huh)
Let me get back on track (Let’s go)
Send yo’ ‘telly address (Uh-huh)
And I’ma come break yo’ back (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Spend it all, make it all back, make it all
Find out where her hotel at so she can take it off
Watch her as she takes it off (Takes it off)
Louis Vuitton don bras, the PrimaDonna drawers (Yeah)
It’s gettin’ hot in here (It is), won’t you take off your clothes? (Come on)
I feel like bustin’ loose (I do), but I’m not Nelly, ho (Uh-uh), yeah
Throw a party on that ass, throw confetti on it (Throw confetti)
By confetti, I mean different color money
I keep more than hunnids comin’

[Post-Chorus]
Oh yeah, I got pounds, I got bills, I got chronos
I got pesos, I got euros, I got chronos
I got green, I got blue, she got red nose
She got red from doin’ all the white, ohh

[Outro]
(Hit-Boy)

Valee – Jay Leno Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
At the bank, gettin’ out twenty racks
You worried ’bout change for your twenty back
I’m in a old school with the dope in the back
I might rock Hermès in the Cadillac
I’m smokin’ exotic, no cataract
I got a bad bitch, know how to act
Man, I fuck her three times, I’m tired of that
I’m in a new Benz with blue windows
I’m parkin’ it straight indoors
I might buy a Ferrari Enzo
I’m waitin’ on you like I’m loadin’
I’m in some expensive clothing
I got some bread but not a loaf
My Asian bitch say “Da da do”
I fuck that bitch then have to go

[Verse]
I fuck on your main and then give her back
I got three iPhones on contract
You see my bitch thick without contacts
My old school look like Jay Leno’s
My dick in her mouth like Mentos
She swallow me like Del Frisco’s
It’s cash in my pocket, no lint though
I’m rockin’ Balenci’, no insoles
I came up ten thousand on Baccarat
I’m in that bitch stomach like glucose
I’m sippin’ Hi-Tech with no lactose
I might buy a Corvette with no nose
You lookin’ around for who rent those
Louis Vuitton sweater, no Winslow’s
I might rock designer with RICH$O
I got your brunettes, they rich hoes
I mounted up sixes at Fifo’s
It might rub a little bit in the back
Them Percocet 30s, stay off of that

[Chorus]
At the bank, gettin’ out twenty racks
You worried ’bout change for your twenty back
I’m in a old school with the dope in the back
I might rock Hermès in the Cadillac
I’m smokin’ exotic, no cataract
I got a bad bitch, know how to act
Man, I fuck her three times, I’m tired of that
I’m in a new Benz with blue windows
I’m parkin’ it straight indoors
I might buy a Ferrari Enzo
I’m waitin’ on you like I’m loadin’
I’m in some expensive clothing
I got some bread but not a loaf
My Asian bitch say “Da da do”
I fuck that bitch then have to go

Kap G – The Bomb Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
La la la la la la bamba
(Squat made the beat)

[Chorus]
La la la la la la bamba
Shake that ass, yeah
What you gon’ do for that bag? Yeah
Spend it like it my last, yeah
Spend it, make it all back
La la la la la la bamba
Shawty bad, yeah
All this cash up for grabs, yeah, mmm
That’s no cap
She like that I keep coming back
La la la la la la bamba

[Verse 1]
Yeah, she just want all Celine (‘Line)
She like to ball, Kareem
I’m tryna get it all between, yeah
She pop it all on me
Take her on a shopping spree (Spree)
Let her get a property (You can get whatever you want)
Come to my palace
I know you tired, them dudes be cappin’ (Boy, quit cappin’)
She like my fashion, I put on them shoes like Ritchie Valens (Ritchie Valens)
You the baddest, I’mma tell ’em rat, no salad
Send the address, I pull up, that hit fantastic

[Verse 2]
I can’t leave you ‘lone (‘Lone)
You the only girl who get to stay here until the morn’ (No cap)
(Spanish?) better tell me on the phone (facts)
She say “¡Ay, Cabrón!”
You can have my cortisone (Kap G)

[Chorus]
La la la la la la bamba
Shake that ass, yeah
What you gon’ do for that bag?, yeah
Spend it like it my last, yeah
Spend it, make it all back
La la la la la la bamba
Shawty bad, yeah
All this cash up for grabs, yeah, mmm
That’s no cap
She like that I keep coming back

[Verse 3]
La la la la la la bamba
Shawty, you the bomb
We go shopping in Milan (lan)
Dressing in all that foreign
Then you valet like LeBron (Bron)
She pull out my (?)
Got her smudging on lip balm
She say “Yo te amo” she just want the Louis Vuitton (uhhhh)
(?)
Keep you dripping, though you need to grab a napkin
Plus my spanish bitch she love to cut me plantains
Go hit my Cali crib, it give you all that back pain

[Verse 4]
Might make you my baby, mama
I like how you shake it like some maracas
(?)
Para bailar la bamba
All that ass, she get it all from her mama

[Chorus]
La la la la la la bamba
Shake that ass, yeah
What you gon’ do for that bag?, yeah
Spend it like it my last, yeah
Spend it, make it all back
La la la la la la bamba
Shawty bad, yeah
All this cash up for grabs, yeah, mmm
That’s no cap
She like that I keep coming back
La la la la la la bamba

[Outro]
La la la la la la bamba
La la la la la la bamba

Quando Rondo – Double C’s Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty ought tote, th’ fuck is a scope
One at the head, better back it up
Who wanna fuck? Two or one?
Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just been band over Louis Vuitton(mmh)
VVS is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa seen ’em while I’m asleep
Throw them C’s up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week(uuh)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 2]
My name in the phone is the muth’fckn savage
You see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I’m not like the others, I’m way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
A Rollie be blindin’, she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing when I look at the past
Get some head on the floor I’mma fuck on the mattress
Double juice thats the best, I be swerving in traffic
She fuck with me ’cause I live what am rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So full of death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin’ so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the wagon
You gotta fuck her you know I’m not capping
I don’t wanna talk first night I’m smashing
If you see ’em on my block they know what’s cracking

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

YBN Cordae – Lost & Found Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Switch up my lifestyle
Yup, yup, uh, huh

[Verse]
Yeah, I was a lost boy, now I’m found
Niggas switched up, they can’t come around
See these rap niggas biting my sound
Shout out my bitch for holdin’ it down
I had to switch up my lifestyle
If she bad, I’ma go and fuck her lights out
Mama always told me I was a bright child
Naked pictures saved on my iCloud
My goodness, my God, my gracious
Got a bad little bitch, my favorite
And I eat the pussy like it’s caviar
Nigga, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that playlist
Most necessary, cold February
Flow never buried, shit is everlastin’
Opportunity is never passin’
Was just in school skippin’ hella classes
New whip, hit the pedal thrashin’
Grew up where I heard the metal blastin’
I know that greed is the devil’s passion
He wears Prada and stiletto fashion
Gucci has become the ghetto fashion
I am just another rebel rappin’
But that studio time led to Louis Vuitton
That I just bought for my mom
Celebration, mix Ciroc and a lime
Rest in peace X, the Pac of his time
Was manifested, can’t stop the divine
The nigga speakin’ like Barack in his prime
But I’m Bill Clinton with these ill writtens, make the real listen
Seen Monica Lewinsky in the Hills drippin’
Hours later, call me Mike Jones ’cause I’m still tippin’
Call up Scotty with the shotty, ’cause I feel Pippen
I’m a real fresh prince, Uncle Phil, listen
And tell Will Smith how I kill shit
And to please adopt a young nigga
Man, I’m tryna get real rich
Nah I’m playin’, shout out to Jaden
So iconic how I go Super Saiyan
New bitch foreign, straight from the Himalayans
On top soon, Lord knows I been prayin’
‘Cause I’m on my grind, watch how I kickflip
Money notorious, I’m buyin’ big shit
God is so glorious, bless me with riches
I was just broke, now I’m a rich kid
Gas what I smoke, that shit is vicious
Give me that throat, say it’s delicious
Rappers is jokes, I’m a musician
Rappers is jokes, I’m a musician, huh
None of these niggas want smoke with me
So hopefully my flow will breed
Some rappers with actual potency
Spit hot lava, erode the beat, my God

[Outro]
What you think of that, Brent?

Stitches – I’m the Plug Lyrics

[Chorus]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you how I feel (Dimelo!)
Good, you should see my new car, V-12 under my hood
Drivin’ my (?), rocking Louis Vuitton
I go so hard in this bitch, selling cocaine im so rich

[Verse 2]
I know that you hate, but it’s okay
I used to eat McDonalds, now I eat fish and steak
I got the work in Day County, I got the work in Chicago
I feel like El Chapo, I feel like Pablo

[Verse 3]
In mexico, the call me narcotrafficante (for real)
Ponte lo (?), you don’t want no residue
I’m the landlord (yeh), I’m the drug lord (yeh)
You better pay me my money (my money!), or I’m killin’ you

[Chorus]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

[Outro]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

Kanye West – Because of You (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yeezy, Ne-Yo, the remix ayo
I think it’s time to hit ’em with the Mase flow
My uh, she was gettin the best of me
But oooh, child, you my destiny
And I know it’s especially
Hard with all these girls just testing me
Uh, and you gon’ question me
If she even stand next to me
But you should laugh, ’cause you my better half
And these girls just fighting over the rest of me (c’mon!)
Right now it feels so crazy
I know she just some lady
And my outfit is just so 80’s
Not to mention McLaren Mercedes
And the 26 in-inch rim whee-eels
Look so good with your 6-inch heels
Fly shit that you be on
Gucci on, aligned by Louis Vuitton
And we high as the way we cruising on
High like I, like Mercury
Why do I mention the solar system?
Cause, you in my soul and system
And we gon’ take her home with this one
I got something that you gon’ like
You got something that I can’t fight
We got something that we both gon’ ride

[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
And I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
Think of it every second, I can’t get nothing done
Only concern is the next time, I’m gonna get me some
Know I should stay away from, cause it’s no good for me
I try and try but my obsession won’t let me leave

[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it
Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it
I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

[Outro: Ne-Yo]
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Over you, over you, over you
Because of you
And it’s all because of you
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug, she’s the sweetest drug

French Montana – No Stylist lyrics

[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist

88rising – JAPAN 88 Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
You know what I’m sayin’
I just- that’s just how I like to do it, know what I’m sayin’ (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, baby you dig (Dexter)
Dexter (Dexter)
Ooh, huh, wait, what
Uh, yeah, what

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 1: Verbal]
Tokyo that’s my town, listen now
What you doing, where’s ya man’s
See my gold, meet my people, see my phone
Got a line, from a girl, and it’s flavour
Where we going, Yakatory [?]
Lemon sour we devour, got my diamonds, got my furs
Gahman says, “let’s get lit, super lit, very, very lit”
Red red alert, paparazzi many trolls, following the way we roll
See my chain chain, it’s been cold
See my gang gang, see how deep we roll
Karaoke sang sang, till the early morn’
Don’t worry how I became a [?] chati
Now we talk about Ferraris (vroom)
And we make it look easy
P.K.C on his boys I know you see me, yah (see me)
And we me it look easy
Famous Dex, Keith Ape I know you see me

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man?)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Keith Ape]
In Japan, poppin’ xans, drink some [?]
Kill the shows and the cone and the grams
Baby girl, give me brain, heal my pain
I need dope, I need grams, I need M’s
I need more, I need grams, I need M’s
[Korean]
? in Jakarta
Louis Vuitton, duffle bag
’03 Nigo on my wrist
’03 Nigo on my fist
Bape stars on my fist
Spent a ticket on my feet

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

MadeinTYO – Ned Flanders lyrics

(feat. A$AP Ferg)

[Intro]
K. Swisha

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
Ooh, all of them bitches exotic
Cars robotic, we go retarded (hooh)
Hop in a foreign, don’t need the top
When I get home, I need the top (wow)
Louis Vuitton when I leave the house (skrrt)
She got a ass and a greasy mouth (hooh)
She wanna twerk when I leave the house (wait)
Gucci that belt, I don’t leave it out (wow, brr)

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, I got standards, ooh
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh (yeah)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards, uh
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (right)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (alright)

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
She wanna twerk on my chain
Gettin’ that brain, swerve in your lane, uh
I fuck her, knock off her bonnet
I had to get it, I want it, honest, yeah (hooh)
Ooh, private jet, Nike tag, she up next (check, right)
When you a boss, don’t take a loss
Count up a check (that’s right)
Seoul plate, never late, go on dates (hooh)
When you get up they hate, uh
Diamonds they drip like a lake (hooh)
Ali a ten, Kate flip a eight, nigga I skate (yeah)

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
Nigga, I got standards, uh
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I got standards, uh
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (ayy)

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
I got standards
Suck on my nuts like planets, ooh, yeah (right, yeah)
My bitch a dancer (hooh)
Hop on the dick like a prancer, ooh (hooh, right)
Put a ‘lude in Fanta
Flick with a Polaroid camera, ooh, yeah
You talk outlandish
Put ’em in a holy field like Evander, ooh, yeah
Got a new mansion
New Ralph Lauren, copped two ranches
Diamonds is dancin’ (woo)
Ice so cold, gotta walk with a panda (yeah)
Your bitch so scare-less
Gimme that top with no-handed, huh (brr)
I got standards (hooh)
I get the guap, cop Margielas (yeah)
I got standards (right)
Take your bitch, hit the ritz, not no standin’ (that’s right)
No outlanders (hooh)
When Ferg on the track all you rappers’ll vanish (hooh)
My bitch just landed (brr)
Not a lick of English, she speak Spanish (hooh)

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, I got standards (ooh)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards (gas)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)
Yeah, I got standards (ooh)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh, (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards (gas)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)

Cardi B – Rollin lyrics

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick

[Verse 1]
Look, show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I’m not a bum bitch, I’m a boss bitch
You sideline, I’m center stage
I don’t even get involved with it
If it don’t make me cum or it don’t get me paid
If it’s not the money then it’s “poof, be gone”
Steal your man with my Doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches
And that Louis Vuitton our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want
Bitch, fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick

[Verse 2]
Look, I’m not a rider chick, I’m a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
‘Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God, I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club
They gon’ tell you we run that shit
I’m like the strip club, Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want somethin’, it’s, “Whatever, cop it”
Balenciaga, tell ’em check the closet
Heard you fuckin’ for that extra change
That’s why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be rollin’

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit

The Weeknd – Six Feet Under lyrics

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Ask around about her
She don’t get emotional
Kill off all her feelings
That’s why she ain’t approachable
She know her pussy got a fanbase
A couple niggas with a suitcase
Suit and tie niggas who play roleplay
When it comes to money she play no games

[Pre-Hook: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain’t got time for lovin’
Louis Vuitton her husband
She rather die in lusting
She rather die in the club, ’til she

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under
Six feet under, six, six feet under
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
She don’t depend on anybody
Know just what to do with her own body
Counting all that money like a hobby
She don’t give a fuck about nobody
And she got her whole crew poppin’
And she bend it over like she got no back bone
Got a couple niggas blinging up a trap phone
She don’t need nobody waiting back home, she got it

[Pre-Hook: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain’t got time for lovin’
Louis Vuitton her husband
She rather die in lusting
She rather die in the club, ’til she

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That fuckin’ paper)
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That fuckin’ paper)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

[Post-Hook: Future]
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh murder, oh murder
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh murder, oh murder

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
Real love’s hard to find
So she don’t waste her time
So she don’t waste her time, oooh
You ain’t gon’ catch her crying
She ain’t gon’ lose her mind
She ain’t gon’ lose her mind
‘Til she..

[Outro: Future & The Weeknd]
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper (‘Til she)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper (‘Til she)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for the paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

Slim Jxmmi – Players Club lyrics

[Intro]
Check me out

[Verse 1]
My money right (Jxm), shit I might play with the extra (play with it)
I’m on my shit, I don’t stress much (woo)
I’m too ahead they can’t catch up (ayy)
I looked at her purse, it was Louis Vuitton (count it up)
She keep her hair and her nails done (ayy)
I’m in a space car, I got a radar (right)
They throwing shade and I’m gon’ make them hate more (woo)
I got a purpose, I got a reason (skrrt)
I pay my tax when I fuck with the strippers (fuck wit’ ’em)
I hit the studio in Gucci slippers (Gucci)
I hit the mall and ball at every vendor (ball)
Hustle like I’m the number one contender (yeah)
Make it hard for pretenders (yeah)
I got too much sauce for one nigga (sauce)
What it cost? Shit I don’t remember, ayy

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

[Verse 2]
I can’t be standing, I got no patience
I’m poppin’ bottles when I’m up in Aces
Fuck the police, I ain’t giving no statement
Shout out to the grind, the come up amazing
Used to have lint in my pocket, yeah (yeah)
So I went, got the big body, yeah (woo)
Mississippi license plate (ugh), when I park valet (valet)
Ayy, I’ma go fuck wit’ the strippers tonight (yeah)
Fresh off the plane and the temperature right (yeah)
I’m in Atlanta where go-getters get it
You wanna play, you better get you a ticket (ayy)
Shawty so bad, woulda thought she was Nicki (Nicki)
Shawty so bad, got these broke niggas tipping (ayy)
Say she in college, her lifestyle expensive (ayy)
Can’t even tell that she making some millions

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

Desiigner – LA To NY (feat. A$AP Rocky) lyrics

[Intro]
I move from LA to New York, yeah
Choppin’ with the spoon or the fork, yeah
Then I light your body with a torch, yeah
(Damn son, where’d you get that from? Git, git)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (with a torch)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (git, git)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)

[Verse]
Yeah, I go from L.A. to New York, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chop you with the spoon or the fork, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch, torch, torch, torch
Then I go to LA to New York, York, York, York
Then I go to LA to Resort
Now I be poppin’ bottles with no course, course, course, course
Chop you with the spoon or the fork, fork, fork, fork
Nigga you a lame, you a dork, dork, dork, dork
Nigga you a lame, hit the floor
Nigga you a lame, gimme more, more, more, more
Free Tae kae [?] up out them doors, doors, doors, doors
Niggas make it rain, I make it pour, pour, pour, pour
Niggas make it rain, I make it roar, roar, roar, rour
Niggas make it rain up in your store
Niggas make it rain, I make it score, score, score, score
Niggas make it rain I make it [?]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (with a torch)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (git, git)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)

[Refrain]
I’m in L.A. with a new tour
I’m in New York with a new [?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Desiigner and A$AP Rocky(?)]
[?]
Fake, fake, why your diamonds fake
Bling, blaow, all my diamonds lake (water)
Lake, lake, house up on the lake
Shake, shake, watch her body shake
Shawty gon get what she want
She wearin’ Louis Vuitton
[?]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (with a torch)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (git, git)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)

Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich Remix (feat. Rich The Kid, Asian Doll & MadeinTYO) lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: MadeInTYO]
Yuh, Prada my T when I pop out, huh
Racks in my pockets, I stand out (yea)
You a dub, I’m the man now (skrr-skrr)
Hi bitch, never needed a hand out
Louis Vuitton, I do sandals (shit)
Couple of racks, doing good (racks)
Watch how she rub on my wood, (ew)
I know a thottie she would, ooh
She wanna hear that New Freezer, huh
Spanish bitch, yeah, mamacita, huh
Take a bitch to Costa Rica, huh
Hi Bich blowing out your speakers, huh
Private, Chanel on my eyelids
Got a bad bitch, don’t try it (skrr-skrr)
Yeah, I take her to the island (sauce)
Phone on silent (racks)
Got the racks and I’m vibin’ (brrr)
Need the Rollie with the diamonds (racks)
Check out, perfect timing (bling blaow)

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke, all that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch, rich)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it (what?)
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch” (bitch)
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it (woah)
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me? (buy me)
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D (ice)
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya (woah)
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses (hell no)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 4: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad, ho?

[Verse 5: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me, yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Yeah, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position, come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention, knock a ho out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be pumpin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless, you ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understand, a year ago I really had nothing’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, source of their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Hoe, I do a million views on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu’ so it’s okay, bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick, slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy, that old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip (bye, broke bitch, bye, ho!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – She Love A

[Intro]
Ness on the beat

[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy

[Verse]
I don’t really wanna fight, yeah, I got a gun, ayy
I don’t like it when you bite baby, use your tongue, ayy
I can make you my Beyoncé, I you want, ayy
I’ma bang you like LeBron, ayy, give me 1 K
I can party on a Sunday, if I want, ayy
Cop a Rari on a Monday and hit my Tay-K
And I know she drive me crazy, but that’s my baby
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, but just call me baby
They can’t wait to catch me slippin’, I’ma leave ’em waitin’
If we hit ’em up, just promise me you never say shit
You know Bubba, that’s my brother, but we ain’t related
You can catch him in the cut with his eyes lazy
In the Bentley, now I’m yellin’ "Fuck a train station"
Got a mansion and a condo, never missed a payment
I spent 17 thousand on a diamond bracelet
Got the money and the power, and they started hatin’

[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy

Lady Gaga – Filthy Pop (Demo 2) Lyrics

[Intro]
Spin that shit now
Spin that shit now
Filthy, you’re so filthy

[Verse 1]
Hello, Mr. Radio
Got our pink lights, and a funny, money retro sound, sound
Spin that shit
Spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
Dance, Mr. Radio nerd
How ’bout we trade them speakers for these new Jimmy Choo sneakers?
What do you say? What do you say?

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

[Verse 2]
Hello, Mr Radio
This beat’s expensive, super pop
Intensive, yeah, spin that shit
Spin it ’til it’s platinum
Hello, Mister “I’m a sick kisser”
Yeah, so’s my sister
How ’bout we kick the speakers with my new Louis Vuitton sneakers

[Pre-Chorus]
Filthy, you’re so filthy
Filthy, you’re so filthy

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

[Bridge]
Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (spin that shit now)
Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (Spin that shit now)
We might make you queasy, but believe me
When I say this music’s filthy
Yeah, this music’s filthy (filthy oh, so filthy)

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit (spin that shit now), spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby (spin that shit now)
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby (filthy oh, so filthy)
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

Kodak Black – I Be On The Way Lyrics

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Aye I’m booted up out my mup
I’m on my way, I burned the clutch though
I got a lot to tell ya but right now I just wanna fuck though
I love you from the bottom of my heart but bae I’m cutthroat
That pussy good but tonight I wanna stick it in yo’ butt though
I say what I want when I wanna say it, I’m blunt baby
I mixed the KK with the cookie, stuffed it in my blunt
In the cell with a razor blade in my mat
I don’t shave but I hid the razor in my bunk
Pull up and I don’t honk
Hop out then I dump
My steering wheel on the right, it’s enough room in the trunk
I ain’t gon’ bump the horn or hit the horn when I pull up in yo’ front
Hit it on the porch or in the Porsche, kick it then I punt

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be your night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Beep, we in a pink Jeep Rubicon
Nothin’ cheap, free, rockin’ Gucci with the Louis Vuitton
Uh
And my son name King Khalid
Bag a nigga ass and do the dash, yeah, need for speed
Layin’ on yo’ ass, I’m in yo’ grass, you gon’ need to retreat
Sniper Gang, you think I’m playin’ all them games, you gon’ need retreat
I love you, we can’t get too deep
I skeet before I go to sleep
We can’t lay up in the sheets
Skeet, go back to the streets
Go back to the streets, you don’t belong to me
Yo’ heart in the streets, it don’t belong to me
Let yo’ soul bleed, pour it on the beat
Yo’ heart in the streets, ya soul belong to me

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

Sevn Alias – Patsergedrag lyrics

Sevn Alias with “Patsergedrag” featuring Boef en Lil’ Kleine.

Patsergedrag lyrics

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Alias, ik stress niet om ho’s enzo
Money viel, nu vallen ze net domino
Heb ik tijd, mag ze rijden, geen rodeo
Ben ik druk, zie ik je niet, ogen Tokyo
Ik rook goeie hash, ik voel het in m’n zakken
Maar ik geef het uit alsof ik rijk ben
Chain icey en m’n pols eng
Dit is Louis Vuitton, geen Mybrand
Kan niet met je meepraten over verlies
Verdriet wanneer ik je broke met de kerst zie
Ironisch want ik vier niet eens kerst
Jij bent veteraan, jij was vroeger aan net Hersi
Ik krijg love van de buurt want ik geef de buurt love
Ik heb liefde voor m’n broeders net Jerzzy
Eerst wilde ze niks maar nu wil ze dick
Ze deed stiff maar nu duikt ze en ze kopt, van Persie

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik bied met je pekie je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dat is patsergedrag

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‘t Is je boy uit de hoofdstad (woo)
Kom zitten op m’n schoot, schat
Skip je vriend als ‘ie broke was (ja)
Die kleine jongen dacht effe dat ‘ie groot was
Heel veel cash, maar je boy heeft ook pas
Ja, je bitch stapt in, we gaan, let’s go (yes)
En m’n money is lang, dat is echt zo (echt)
Dit is Jack $hirak, geen Esko
Kleine jongen, kom eens kijken hoe ik stacks blow
Je bent geen Biggie Daggoe maar een leningtrekker
Je vrouw helpt me steeds met m’n paper tellen
Echt waar, ik ga je één ding zeggen
Ik heb schijt aan jou, ik ben nog steeds mezelf
Zegt de juf van vroeger en de meester effe
Dat we heel dik gaan, ja, we leven lekker (ja)
Ik pak 5 voor een show en geef de helft aan m’n paps (aan m’n paps)
Motherf*cker, ik verdeel het effe

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Nam die risico’s, je moet durven
Zij wil knuffelen, we verdubbelen
Stack is dik nu, vroeger dunneren
Want het liep niet maar nu runnen we
Ja, ik ben op patsergedrag
Vijf shows, 30K wat ik klap in de nacht
Ik ben eindelijk rijk, had niks anders verwacht
Ik ben boos op je stage maar ik lach naar de bank
Haha (haha!) bro, wat’s aan de hand?
Vijf kop op Real bro, wat’s met de stand, ja?
Als ik win, boek een trip naar Sri Lanka
Gaat het mis, moet ik effe naar de Gamma
Voor die boys met avondklokken
Ga je money pikken, ben je vaak betrokken?
Deze rare jongen maakte zware sprongen
Ben op hoge winst en op lage kosten, ja

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap
Ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

4 heures du mat – Jul paroles

Paroles Jul – 4 heures du mat

J’me laisse aller, tu connais ma vie j’vais pas l’étaler
Trop d’frères en taule, l’addition est salée
J’t’aime mais tu prends la confiance ça y est
S**t en plaquette, faut le détailler
J’ai écris sur mon tél’, j’ai zapper le cahier
Descente de flics on s’est tous taillés
J’commence le son à 4 heures, j’ai pas l’temps de bailler
J’ai bu des flashs, j’ai la tête ailleurs
Cambute, ça ouvre ta porte à la MacGyver
Les p’tits ont les crocs, ils refrappent le sider
Sur l’autoroute zig-zags à la Ghost-Rider
J’ai tellement zoné, j’connais tous les chemins
J’m’entraine à cabrer en levant les deux mains
J’arrive le soir au stud’, j’pose jusqu’au lendemain
Aux Baumettes, voila ou la gratte te mène
Je cours dans la tess
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Les flics ils crient “arrêtez-vous !”
J’en ai plein la tête ma gueule sur le grand-père, ça m’rend fou
Faut qu’j’évacue, j’fasse mon tour
J’connais les cachettes en bas des tours
Rabaisser mes potes, j’suis pas la pour.(4 heures du mat)

J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent
J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent.(4 heures du mat)

Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air. (x2)

On m’a crevé mon p-neu-neu
Malade tu veux le-le-le beuh
Et alcool-le-le (et alcool-le-le)
Et dans ma tête ça tourne là
Me calcule pas, je fais l’sourd
Je sais c’que ça dit sur moi
Qui est vraiment là pour moi
Y’a Nemoi, Prince, Tchyco, So, Ger, Yliesse et Mehdi
J’ai rien sur moi, pars obligé d’me faire un crédit
Les équipes pétés, la larme aux yeux
Et j’oublie pas les bons hommes aux cieux
J’ai grandi, appelle-moi “Monsieur”
Je suis aigri et souvent soucieux
Pour toi this is that we do
J’suis au stud’ chez Kakou et Hamido
T’as vu nos têtes, on fait pas d’judo
C’est jamais qu’on tirera l’rideau
J’ai ma sacoche Louis Vuitton
J’pose avec, je suis dans les temps
J’me sens à l’aise comme au guidon
Sur l’autoroute, j’m’entraine jusqu’à Berre l’étang.

J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent
J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent.

Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’airrr. (x4)
Jul paroles
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