A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Became Legends (feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I see some haters in the club, send a bottle to ’em
I got some animals around, I can’t supply the zoo
Tear a nigga crib up and make his momma move
I heard they got a lot of hate, ain’t got no money though (niggas broke)
She can’t stand me, I ain’t shit, I bet I fuck her though (bitch)
The watch look good plain gold, I’m still gon’ flood it though
You spent all that money on that chain, what you tuckin’ for?
Me and Boogie from the trenches, we became legends
Me and my niggas was good kids, we became felons
Won’t let them trip me off the streets, I was raised better
Grew up around swipers, hitmen, and [?]

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I remember gettin’ my first watch, that shit was Michael Kors
But now I’m pullin’ up in shit that niggas can’t afford
You wasn’t shit to me my nigga, now you try and call
You wasn’t with me in the gym, you wasn’t John Wall
The penitentiary got me sittin’ here like "Fuck the law"
They gave like 20 to my nigga for the wrong cause
But I’m like fuck it though, my nigga I’m gon’ grind hard
Wintertime I had that pack up in my long johns
All day, same Balmain jeans all days
Play no games, do you really want a problem? (ayy)
Saint Laurent Jeans, Gucci snake up on my collar (ayy)
Same old things, same fiends in the hallway

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Broad day, that’s how we comin’ out when them dogs play
Lil K, sent her upstate to make sure them dogs straight
Half a kilo, ain’t talkin’ drugs, that’s what the [?]
Iced my whole wrist like I’m gettin’ rid of an arm ache
Wanna book a show?
20,000, that’s the going rate
Long day, make her [?] for me ’til her jaws ache
Spit that game to her, tell that bitch, "I think we soulmates"
Fly her out, after I fuck her I’ma stay far away

[Verse 4: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Young nigga in a iced out 3D necklace
My pinkie cold, it make me stutter, "V-V-V-V-S-S"
They try to catch me all alone, but we was deep in Texas
She wanted me to be alone, but we go deep wherever
I saw you lookin’ at your phone, I know you saw me textin’
Don’t have me blowin’ up your phone, just tell me "Keep it steppin’"
If I run into you again, don’t tell me you regret it
If I run into you again, you gon’ how I’m flexin’

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
When I was broke, I was neglected
Bitches wasn’t textin’
Now they tryna pop up pregnant, that’s to be expected
I wish I could see the face on all my exes
Let ’em see the face on a Patek, I used to sleep on pallets

[Verse 6: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Tee Grizzley]
I feel you bro, ’cause me and Sosa was sleepin’ on sofas
Now all the bitches that was frontin’, they all on some hoe shit but
I could never pay attention to a broke bitch, yeah
I became a legend, now I need a trophy
I became a legend off a four minute hit
Niggas from the trenches, they ain’t sayin’ shit like this
Me and Tee Grizz on some whole other shit, ayy
Me and Tee Grizz, that’s a whole ‘nother hit, ayy

K. Michelle – Either Way lyrics

K. Michelle Either Way ft. Chris Brown.

Either Way lyrics

Either way
Either way
Either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
Ass shots, real or fake
That ass gon’ jiggle, for ‘em anyway
Ain’t fuckin’ with me on your best day
I don’t like you, but I love how your man lick the plate
I know you seen what I post today
Diamonds up like Jay, crazy on my Kanye
’cause I need, someone to do, somewhere to play
Fuck it, I might Uber me a Jet today
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

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[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ brazy with my braids
Where my shades? See the face
All the diamonds blunted, that’s why your bitch came
And she stay, she ain’t scared that I got felonies
Love a country nigga, with the pot
Teachin’ hoes my new recipe
She never kiss and tell
Give her coin in a wishing well
You buy your bitch a Michael Kors
I buy my bitch a Richard Mille
My girl got booty like K. Michelle
If I pay her bills, she gon’ pay my bail
Paper trail, nigga oh well
Louboutin, shawty toe nails
I turn your bitch into a coat, yeah
I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: K. Michelle]
I get a lot of love, you get a lot of nothin’
He don’t hit you when he sober
’cause you getting my left overs
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
He pull up in a Maybach
I pull up in a ‘rari
Skrrt, on his ass, nigga I ain’t sorry

[Pre-Chorus: K.Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 4: K.Michelle]
I-i-i got a whole lot of paper (cash)
I got a whole lot of haters (uh)
Bitch I be drippin’ in sauce
’cause I got a whole lot of flavors
Riding your little Benz, with all of your friends
I just keep it solo, be perking on 10’s
They want me to end, but bitch I’ma win
Bitch I done won, and I’ma show ’em
’cause I ride the dick, like a Harley
2Pac is back, gangster party
Got a fetish for head in a Maserati
Gucci all up and down, that’s what’s on my body
Damn bruh, damn bruh, damn bitch, bitch
Steady talkin’ shit, when you don’t write your own hits?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

French Montana – White Dress

[Intro]
Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade
We ain’t losing though

[Bridge]
I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

[Verse]
I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the god
Wraith with the styles
Talk to me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I’m Rocko
And I fall feel like Chapo
Fuckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreigns
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes fuckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I’m no regular, bitch I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy, [?] a million

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

White dress – French Montana lyrics

Lyrics French Montana – White dress

Hey ..
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade
We ain’t losing though.(white dress)

I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Ciroc for your tears.

‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww.

I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the god
Wraith with the styles
Talk to me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I’m Rocko
And I fall feel like Chapo
f*ckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some h**s in foreigns
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes f*ckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I f*cked my accountant
That p***y’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump f*cked up a Visa
B***h I’m no regular, b***h I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, b***h I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy, .. a million.

‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, owww.
French Montana lyrics
Video dress

Kodak Black – Like Dat (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Sniper gang, Kodak
Cause I got it by myself
Skrrt, skrrt, aye, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Free lil Kodak man, free lil tap boy, yee

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (aye, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (aye, Kodak, Kodak)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (aye, aye)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (aye, aye)
[Verse 1]
I’m from the No, my lil bitch from the Dale
I like my money fast, you movin’ like a snail
All I smoke is L’s, on that paper trail
Can’t you tell? I got clientele on my Nextel
I don’t need your help, got it on my own
This a million dollar phone, but I ain’t got no ring tone (aye, aye, aye)
Kodak, why you keep that thing on you? (aye, aye)
Cause I ain’t got no time to play with you
All I do is win, I hate to lose
Got your boo dancin’, cause that’s what them bands make her do (make her dance)
I’m smokin’ broccoli, count this green (count this green, nigga, aye)
I’m on molly, I’m on lean (I put molly in my lean, nigga)

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (by myself)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (aye, aye, Kodak)

[Verse 2]
Kodak, why you always in the foreign? (in the foreign car)
Cause if it ain’t foreign, then it’s borin’ (that’s a boring car)
I’m chasin’ dreams, while you snorin’
Kodak Black, my bitch yellow, but her favorite color orange (color orange, boy)
Please don’t call my phone no more, I’m on tour (bitch, I’m on tour)
Only two can fit, fuck a four door (fuck a four door)
Nigga, this a jag, this is not a Ford (not a Ford)
Polo to the floor, fuck that Tom Ford (poppin’ molly)
Nigga, this a Rollie, fuck that Michael Kors (fuck that shit)
I’m in here movin’ slowly, cause I poured a four (I’m on that shit)
Got her on her knees, like “forgive me lord” (fuck that bitch)
I remember pullin’ schemes, way in Baltimore (remember I was hittin’ licks)

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (by myself, aye)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (I’m the healthy kid)