Project Pat – Them O’s Lyrics

[Hook: Project Pat]
I came up off them o-o-o-o’s
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o’s
Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o’s
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o’s

I came up off them o-o-o-o’s
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o’s
Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o’s
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o’s

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Break a whole thing down to o-o’s
Pull up on and serve yo ass on the low, low
Too many hustle, too much money for me to go broke
Put on that mask and put them 40s to your throat, throat
Came up in the struggle, some niggas rob, some niggas hustle
Don’t go always selling stuff, use your brain that’s your muscle
Think about paper, f**k the rest
Get your cheese, f**k the stress
Open ya door [?] you got money he gonna pass
That gas straight from northern Cali
Came up serving beans in the alley
Pull up in foreign whips at the palace
[?]

[Hook: Project Pat]
I came up off them o-o-o-o’s
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o’s
Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o’s
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o’s

I came up off them o-o-o-o’s
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o’s
Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o’s
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o’s

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I came up off them o’s, uh
Good weed is all I smoke, uh
Hit it twice you gonna choke, uh
Stuff it down your bitch throat ’til that bitch choke
I ain’t never had shit, had to learn how to hustle
Went and got a plug, and took all of them nigga customers
I got strong, I got the bitch, f**k all the rest
And then trap with the Tech, took all their customers ran up a check
My shit the strongest, no flex
Sold your bitch a half ounce, got some head but no sex
Gold Rollie, gold cubes, they ask me how I do it
Nigga you must be stupid

[Hook: Project Pat]
I came up off them o-o-o-o’s
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o’s
Breaking them things in to o-o-o-o’s
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o’s

I came up off them o-o-o-o’s
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o’s
Breaking them things in to o-o-o-o’s
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o’s

[Verse 3: Cap-1]
Break a brick into a 36
Break a pound down to 16
Bust a pint into a 16
Water whippin’ get to serving fiends
700 for a pair of jeans
1000 dollars for a pair of sneakers
Phone ringing, I got ounce plays
Trap bucking I might need a beeper
Monday night I’ma be in Magic City
Got a [?] had to ship it
I been feeling like T-Pain, f**k around and fell in love with strippers
Walk around in my cavalli slippers
Only [?]
Quarter million off of baby bottles
By the summer time I’m getting a new Gallardo
Everything I put on [?]
Just to think I started from a 20 in it
Then I doubled up and got a 63
And a 9 piece then I have a cake
Then I hit that bitch up with the icy talk
Made her stand tall like Empire State
Got your bitch crawling by the fireplace
Got these niggas calling me [?]

[Hook: Project Pat]
I came up off them o-o-o-o’s
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o’s
Breaking them things in to o-o-o-o’s
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o’s

I came up off them o-o-o-o’s
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o’s
Breaking them things in to o-o-o-o’s
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o’s

Jeezy – Ya Dig Lyrics

[Chorus]
Got the Chevy sittin’ on 24s (Ya dig!)
Hit the trap and move a couple of them O’s (Ya dig!)
Every nigga ’round me sell white (Ya dig!)
Re-up and move the shit in one night (Ya dig!)

Got the Chevy sittin’ on 24s (Ya dig!)
Hit the club and grab a couple of them hoes (Ya dig!)
Every nigga ’round me rock ice (Ya dig!)
Re-up and move the shit in one night (Ya dig!)

[Verse 1]
Lean wit’ it, rock wit’ it
Nah I ain’t dancin’, I’m just whippin them grams up
Got the stove on medium, I’m cheffing them yams up
Got a nigga waiting at the store, ‘nother at my trap house
Weigh it , bag it, tie it, then I smash out!
I betcha can’t do it like me (nope!)
Stretch four ways like Laffy Taffy
Bet it come back white, like Fabo’s glasses
This is business as usual, I’m a usual suspect
Not Carlito’s, but Jeezy’s way
You want a 125, and that’s easy pay
I’m out, just re’d up yesterday!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Lean wit’ it, Rock wit’ it
Body rock, body rock, chopper make ya body rock
Monday night, Magic City, throw yo grands on that hoe!
In the club 100 deep throwin’ grands on the flo’
Meet me at the mall, it’s goin’ down
Slick Pulla off probation, bout to clown
Got stacks on deck, and the work around the corner
I still keep it at my auntie house
Get it right, whip the yams, and let the pyrex lean
Can you believe this bitch asked me to see my grill?
They say shawty stay wit’ it, she a beast in the bed
My patna turned me on, he said her name was Blockhead (Ha Ha!)

[Chorus]

Juicy J – Freaky (feat. A$Ap Rocky & Suicideboys) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro]
Damn Davis
Drop that bitch
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Play me some of that $uicide Pimpin’
Juicemane, A$AP Rocky, $UICIDEBOY$
Y’all know what it is
Let’s go

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do, do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch, you know I like that freaky shit
I love a freaky bitch (get naked)
Just get nasty for a nigga
Bitch, I’m filthy rich
Don’t stop, pop that pussy
Make that money, baby (get money)
Fuck that conversation
Make them niggas compensate ya’
I’m in Magic City
I’m grabbin’ ass and titties (always)
I’m leaving King Of Diamonds
All them bitches leaving with me
Can’t fuck in Tennessee
Bet them bitches remember me
I smoke a mild and make them
Pop a bean and drink that Hennessy
Hennything is possible
I got a lot to blow
White girls own a lot of blow
That’s a lot of snow (cocaine)
Bitches love to bust it open
That’s just what you gotta know
You ain’t tryna pop it, hoe
Bitch, you know you gotta go
Cause down south girls love to

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do, do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down on the floor
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
From the south
She got weed for sale
Fix your weave and nails
Out the house
She got lean for sale
Pink codeine and syrup
In the drought
Come fuck free, for real
But for me it’s still on the house
I get it cheap for real
Without a re, you tell (run your mouth)
Hop in my vehicle
I put the d in tail
Burning out
I push the V6-12, I put the V in 12
200 miles, cuz’ if I see the twelve
My speed won’t leave a trail
Don’t turn around
Cuz if I, if I, if I see the jail
Then I won’t see you girl
If I, if I, if I meet your friend
Then I won’t need you girl
If you, if you, if you give me threesome shit
Then I won’t leave you girl
You gotta go, if you shy to ride a stripper pole
There it go, real niggas know
Real girls get down on the floor, on the floor

[Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky]
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
(Down on the floor)
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

[Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry]
Aye
Ruby da, Ruby da, Ruby da
Aye
I was [?] on that margarette
You thought that she was hard to get
Then when she wanted something, yeah, I bought her it
Ruby beat the pussy with a bat, yeah, he slaughter it
Cuttin’ up like back in fucking class, but I’m smarter, bitch
Curve a fucking hoe cuz’ she a duck and no, I want no part of it
It’s still fuck a hoe, she think my dick some sort of parlour trick
It’s still run a whore over with the foreign drip
Ask her how the tires fuckin’ taste, yeah, that’s the start, lil bitch
Ruby got the big body Benz, ain’t no parking it
She wants them kids inside her pussy, but there ain’t no parking it, ah

[Verse 4: $crim]
Slob on my knob, lil bitch, do your job
Suck it with the skin, where you fuck the whole team
Rob you out your pockets, whistle up the code
All my partners dipped in gold, hit my little bottom bitch
Lesbo in the closet, still bouncing like hydraulics
Six-four knocking, all these hoes like Death Row ’94
Black, Asian, Persian, even white girls
Skinny savage pimp with a mink coat, walking with a limp
Cut-throat, rocket play dead, Uncle Juicemane
Still fuck a hoe, and that’s going to the grave
That’s going to the grave

Freaky – Juicy J feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Juicy J – Freaky

Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
(Down on the floor)(x4)

b*tch, you know I like that freaky s**t
I love a freaky b*tch (get naked)
Just get nasty for a nigga
b*tch, I’m filthy rich
Don’t stop, pop that pus*y
Make that money, baby (get money)
f*ck that conversation
Make them niggas compensate ya’
I’m in Magic City
I’m grabbin’ a*s and t*tties (always)
I’m leaving King Of Diamonds
All them b*tches leaving with me
Can’t f*ck in Tennessee
Bet them b*tches remember me
I smoke a mild and make them
Pop up in and drink Hennessy
Hennything is possible
I got a lot to blow
White girls own a lot of blow
That’s a lot of snow (cocaine)
b*tches love to bust it open
That’s just what you gotta know
You ain’t tryna pop it, hoe
b*tch, you know you gotta go
Cause down south girls love to.

Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
(Down on the floor)(x4)

From the south, she got weed for sale
Fix your weave and nails
Out the house, she got lean for sale
Pink codeine and syrup
In the drought, come f*ck free, for real
But for me it’s still, on the house
I get it cheap for real, without a re, you tell (run your mouth)
Hop in my vehicle, I put the d in tail
Burning out, I push the V6-12, I put the V in 12
200 miles, cuz’ if I see the twelve
My speed won’t leave a trail
Don’t turn around
Cuz if I, if I, if I see the jail then I won’t see you girl
If I, if I meet your friend
Then I won’t need you girl
If you, if you, if you give me threesome s**t
Then I won’t leave you girl, you gotta go
If you shy to ride a stripper pole
There it go, real niggas know
Real girls get down on the floor, on the floor.

Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
(Down on the floor) (x2)

Aye, aye
I was .. on that margarette
You thought that she was hard to get
When she wanted something, yeah, I bought her it
Ruby beat the pus*y with a bat, yeah, he slaughter it
Cuttin’ up like back in f*cking class, but I’m smarter, b*tch
Curve a f*cking hoe cuz’ she a duck and I don’t want no part of it
It’s still f*ck a hoe, she think my d*ck some sort of parlour trick
It’s still run a whore over with the foreign drip
Ask her how the tires f*ckin’ taste, yeah, that’s the start, lil b*tch
Ruby got the big body Benz, ain’t no parking it versuri-lyrics.info
She wants the kids inside her pus*y, but there ain’t no parking it, ahhh.

Slob on my knob, lil b*tch, do your job
Suck it with the skin, where you f*ck the whole tit
Rob you out your pockets, whistle up the code
All my partners dipped in gold, hit my little bottom b*tch
Lesbo in the closet, still bouncing like hydraulics
Six-four knocking, all these h**s like Death Row ’94
Black, Asian, Persian, even white girls
Skin a savage, pimp with a mink coat, walking with a limp
Cut-throat, rocket play dead, Uncle Juicemane
Still f*ck a hoe, and that’s going to the grave
That’s going to the graveee.
Juicy J lyrics
Video Juicy J

Elijah Blake – Xana White (Audiology Album)

[Verse 1]
I brought that O.G., roll it up, breathe it in, then blow me some
Low key, we be fuckin’ around but don’t tell ’em nothin’
Yeah, they just don’t know
What my name is saved as in your phone

[Pre-Hook]
Personal shit, they’ll never get
Don’t show them the one
You know the one (The one of my mmm) Hundreds of pics, video flicks
Don’t say you deleted them
They come in handy when you

[Hook]
Need love, when all you get is lust baby No trust baby, aww
You dancin’ for them dollar bills when I‘m the one baby, ohh

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause you’re my late night
Always on my mind, Xana White
She up in

[Chorus]
Magic City, Monday night do it all again Mix that xana, with that white, do it all again
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again
Magic City, Monday night do it all again
Mix that xana, with that white, do it all again (Again)
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again (Again)
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again (Again)

[Verse 2]
Throwin’ Benji’s, Benji’s, Benji’s, its a fuckin’ pay day
Try’na juggle all this money like it’s Cirque Du Soleil
Pull the reefer, speakin’ Spanish so I told her "Ole’"
All that, wait, don’t play, ohhh

[Pre-Hook]
Personal shit, they’ll never get
Don’t show them the one
You know the one (The one of my mmmm) Hundreds of pics, video flicks
Don’t say you deleted them
They come in handy when you

[Hook]
Need love, when all you get is lust baby
No trust baby, oh
You’re dancin’ for them dollar bills when I’m the one baby, oh!

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause you’re my (Girl you know you’re my)
Late night (Always on my mind)
Always on my mind, Xana White
And we do it all again

[Chorus]
Magic City, Monday night do it all again (Again)
Mix that Xana, with that White, do it all again (Again)
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again (Again)
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again
Magic City, Monday night do it all again (Again)
(I be giving you all of my money)
Mix that xana, with that white, do it all again
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again

[Bridge]
Girl I said
Do it all, do it all, do it all again
Do it all, do it all again
Do it all, do it all, do it all, do it all
Do it all again, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma throw some Benjamins
I’m gon’ be your best friend
You been doin’ co-ca-ine
She gon’ do it all again
I’ma throw some Benjamins
You gon’ be your best friend
You been doin’ co—ca-ine
She gon’ do it all again, oh

[Chorus]
Magic City, Monday night do it all again
Mix that Xana, with that White, do it all again
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again
Catch a flight to KOD, do it all again

FRENCH MONTANA – Stop It lyrics

I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend

[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl?
And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

French Montana – Stop It (feat. T.I.) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: French Montana]
I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend

[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl?
And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

MADEINTYO – Long Socks

[Hook]
If you ain’t in Gwinett, I’m probably gettin’ a check
Thought I threw a pool party how these hoes gettin’ wet
Long socks on (woah)
Gas in my bones (hey)
Shawty drop your thong (skrt skrt)
Tats on my arm (hey)
Boo packin’ a blunt, shawty you ain’t ready
1738, Tokyo get fetty
Long socks on (hey)
Gas in my bones (skrt skrt)
Shawty drop your thong (gas)
Tats on my arm (woah)

[Verse]
Shawty too damn fine, let me put in work (smash)
See that ass hangin’ out a damn denim skirt (wham)
Racks in the damn bed, you didn’t do it first (sauce)
You wear that messenger bag, it look like a purse (ew)
Told me shawty she been workin’, we can cash out (cash)
Magic City with the Fendi, got that ass out (sauce)
Give me top in a drop, I might pass out (wham wham)
Give me top in a drop, I might pass out (wham wham)

[Hook]
Long socks on (ay)
Gas in my bones (hey)
Shawty drop your thong (skrt skrt)
Tats on my arm (sauce)
Long socks on (hey)
Gas in my bones (skrt skrt)
Shawty drop your thong (woah)
Tats on my arm (hey)

Danger Mouse – Chase Me (feat. Run The Jewels & Big Boi)

[Intro]
Here’s what we know:
Two men and a woman came into the bank branch
Clad in black business clothing
Trench coats, bandannas, and sunglasses
They pulled guns out and ordered everybody to the floor
And then cleaned out the registers
And hear this—they even swiped jewelry from some of the customers

[Verse 1: El-P]
Aye, woo! Woo!
Run, Run, Run The Jewels
Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy
The rate of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly
Accountants, they get snippy, they never counted so quickly
Got ’em up sniffin’ yak up off an abacus for a living
Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
Pain passin’, put a pain in your brain batter
Style droppin’ the drums and stun all gawkers
Small talkers get launched on, clobbered and tossed off
Knock ’em on just to get rocks off
Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop chop
Tick tock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
I’m bagging a bag, then I’m backing out, better back off

[Hook: El-P]
That’s why I’m outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I’m running reds ’til I’m out of this town, baby
You want your money back? Chase me

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
Tight fellow, wouldn’t want to be him, wouldn’t want to see him
They the type, really be jealous, get’cha hype
Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
We gon’ shower on these pussies, they mommas gon’ know Jesus
[?] told me "Money, these niggas should know better
But they monkeys so you got to show junkies ain’t no let up"
Bad manners, the bad man’ll do bad things
A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
The sheriff’s daughter, we be outta there ‘fore dad came

[Hook: El-P]
That’s why I’m outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I’m running reds ’til I’m out of this town, baby
You want your money back? Chase me

[Interlude]
You ain’t gonna get your money back
Ain’t gonna get the money, jack
You ain’t gonna get that money back
I got the bag, it ain’t coming back
You ain’t gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag, it ain’t coming back
You ain’t gonna get your money, jack
I got the bag

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Real grippers, pimp niggas with Gucci slippers
Coochie tippers, Magic City got groupie strippers
A crew of killers and dealers, we got this newbie with us
We turn Pirellis to jellies, ex cons and former cellies
Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
Good on deck, smelly smelly
Show some respect or you’ll get showered like parade confetti
Made man, I’m made already, nobody safe from petty
450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
Buddy, I’m nutty, I’ve got some screws loose
And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby, I choose you
Underground kings, speed and sound things
Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings

[Hook: El-P]
That’s why I’m outta here, baby
Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
I’m running reds ’til I’m out of this town, baby
You want your money back? Chase me

[Outro]
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous, most groovy…

Lil B – My House Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Yo check me out, girl
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Verse 1]
Meet me at my house, show you how I live
Big gates, nice cars, that fly shit
Check me out, I’m tryna put you on
Every house that we go to I own
Throw your mortgage in the club, it’s nothin’
Magic City late night, I’m tryna fuck somethin’
And I ain’t ever beg, girl I say please
Come to my house, you’ll be up on your knees
Ever seen pool in the livin’ room?
Ten car garage, twenty chromes
My house the largest on the block
So tell me, is you comin’, or not?

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Yeah girl let’s do this, you feel me?
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Just come through, we good
Meet me at my house

[Verse 2]
Cameras on the first floor, money on the second floor
When you come to my place, you can’t see no walls
Turn your phones on and take a picture
Come to my house, I wanna be with you
Give me a sign that you down to leave
I don’t give a fuck, girl, you can come with me
How many friends is comin’ with yah?
Yeah, shit, I don’t give a fuck if they was real sisters
My basement got a stripper pole
Ten thousand square feet, that’s a man’s home
Come see how a boss live
Tell me when you’re at the gate, I’ll let you in

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Bridge]
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Where you gonna go?
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Where you gonna go when you wanna fuck
If we can make love, if we can make love?
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
I got the condo, I got the bando
I got the traphouse, I got the mansion
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
I got the condo, I got the bando
I got the traphouse, I got the mansion

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Lil B & Metro Boomin – My House

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Yo check me out, girl
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Verse 1]
Meet me at my house, show you how I live
Big gates, nice cars, that fly shit
Check me out, I’m tryna put you on
Every house that we go to I own
Throw your mortgage in the club, it’s nothin’
Magic City late night, I’m tryna fuck somethin’
And I ain’t ever beg, girl I say please
Come to my house, you’ll be up on your knees
Ever seen pool in the livin’ room?
Ten car garage, twenty chromes
My house the largest on the block
So tell me, is you comin’, or not?

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Yeah girl let’s do this, you feel me?
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Just come through, we good
Meet me at my house

[Verse 2]
Cameras on the first floor, money on the second floor
When you come to my place, you can’t see no walls
Turn your phones on and take a picture
Come to my house, I wanna be with you
Give me a sign that you down to leave
I don’t give a fuck, girl, you can come with me
How many friends is comin’ with yah?
Yeah, shit, I don’t give a fuck if they was real sisters
My basement got a stripper pole
Ten thousand square feet, that’s a man’s home
Come see how a boss live
Tell me when you’re at the gate, I’ll let you in

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Bridge]
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Where you gonna go?
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Where you gonna go when you wanna fuck
If we can make love, if we can make love?
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
I got the condo, I got the bando
I got the traphouse, I got the mansion
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
I got the condo, I got the bando
I got the traphouse, I got the mansion

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Dae Dae – Wat U Mean (Aye, Aye, Aye) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Racks in me like a piñata
Fuck you, blue Balenciagas
Robin Jeans with the Foamposites
Hit the club, now my black bottles
Bloods wit me woo woo woo
No set trippin’, they know I’m crippin’, fool
Jesus piece a 10k gold
I’m a fuckin’ fool, you better act cool
German Shepherds in my backyard
Trained to kill, I was born to deal
I was on the hill, R.I.P Tijuana, rest in peace Clifford Deal
My daddy back out, you done fucked up
Hit the Magic City, pack it out
You hatin’ on me I don’t give a fuck
I’m a street nigga, you can walk it out
I’m in Pittsburgh with a lot of hoes
Young nigga with a bankroll
Scrape the pot, I was in the hood
My mama stayed on Glenwood
17 with a 38
Don’t fuck around and make me 38
24 hours I was tryna get it
I wasn’t waitin’ on First 48

[Hook]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Got a family to feed, got a family to feed
They dependin’ on me, they dependin’ on me
If you don’t believe in me
I’m like fuck ya, I’m like fuck ya
Fuck ya
[Verse 2]
Thought you believed in me
I thought you had them racks, but you got evicted
Heard you had it on you, you penny pinchin’
‘Til I pulled up to get it, to get it, get it
Racks on me like a muhhfucka
(Racks on me, got them racks on me)
I was just broke like a muhhfucka
(I was down bad I ain’t had shit)
Racks on me like “WOWWW!”
(Racks on me got, them racks on me)
Fuck niggas like “HOWWW?”
(Fuck niggas like “how?”)
How he do that?
Jumped off the porch, I was on the go
Mama couldn’t tell me shit, I was trappin’ in the fo’
Could you take the pain away?
I gotta make a way a way, way
For my family, yeah

[Hook]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Got a family to feed, got a family to feed
They dependin’ on me, they dependin’ on me
If you don’t believe in me
I’m like fuck ya, I’m like fuck ya
Fuck ya