Tag: Monte Carlo

Jack & White – Double Trouble Lyrics

[Intro]
Un, deux, trois
Hey!

[Chorus]
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah

[Verse 1]
Quick sand, no plan
Hollywood, La La Land
Pick me up on Sunset and Vine
San Diego city limits
We can’t waste another minute
Take the PCH for a ride
Outta gas, pedal fast
Hit the boardwalk, don’t look back

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away

[Chorus]
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Love to stay, tons of fun
Thanks for nothing, gotta run
On the double we move

[Verse 2]
Jet plane flying high
Country sway, wave goodbye
Monte Carlo should be nice
Comment allez-vous?
I’m alright, how are you?
Maybe we could learn a thing or two
All my gyros down the drain
Lost my shoe, hopped the train

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Get away
Get away
Get away
Get away

[Chorus]
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Love to stay, tons of fun
Thanks for nothing, gotta run
On the double we move

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Get back
Get back
Get back
Get back

[Chorus]
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Get back
Get back
Get back
Get back

[Chorus]
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah
We’re in trouble, so
We move on the double
We move on the double
We move, yeah

[Outro]
On the double we move

Young Thug – Blue Cash (World Go Round) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Sample & Young Thug]
Some people say it’s folly, but I’d rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
(Money, money, money, money)
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
It’s accountancy that makes the world go ’round, ’round, ’round, ’round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it’s only just a phase
Money, money, money makes the world go ’round (Yee!)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Chopper count up diamonds, rock ’em by the 10s (By the 10s)
I’m just drinkin’ Act, Kurt Cobain (Cobains)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money on your dawg and go bust his brains (Grrt)
Leave him on the sidewalk like he gettin’ a tan (Graow)
I grow micro-soft drinkin’ oxygen (Graow)
Bitch, I been a boss since a god damn kid (Woo!)
Hop out on the block with a AK, make him do the cha-cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt)
I rode the roadblocks with your bae and I got my rocks off
(Got my rocks off)
She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (Woo!)
I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn’t eat her coochie
(On God)
I’m livin’ life as a pimp (Yeah)
I’ll put a bitch on your shrimp (Yeah)
I’m high in the sky like a blimp (High)
Ooh, I’ll cop a Rolls Royce first attempt (Skrrt)
What’s the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just showin’ you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Chopper count up diamonds, rock ’em by the 10s (By the 10s)
I’m just drinkin’ Act, Kurt Cobain (Cobains)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
My chopper sing, it need autotune
Bad bitch in my hotel room
Take a perky right before we fuck, then act a fool
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I’m at the top and I’m gonna keep on climbin’
I got a gun on my hip, no silence
I want these niggas to hear the violence
Momma told me “Don’t trust nobody”
Damn, momma, you seen it coming
That’s why I don’t keep this heat for nothin’
Try me, then you’re gettin’ one
Plus one and a couple more, uh
30 shots when I am all done
Right, right? Did I do the math right?
Stomp ’em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Chopper count up diamonds, rock ’em by the 10s (By the 10s)
I’m just drinkin’ Act, Kurt Cobain

[Outro: Sample]
Money, money, money makes the–
Money, money, money makes the–
Money, money, money makes the world go ’round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money

Dj Dmd – So Real Lyrics

(DJ DMD)
I represent P.A., down for my block
Been reppin’ since the 7th grade still won’t stop
I’m down with OG’s pumpin’ nothin’ but them old’s
Ballin’ ass niggas keepin’ me in studios
I puts it down tight, tight like White
These gangsta ass beats keep my pockets feelin’ right
My click’s so real, bout to make a mill
I got to pack a steel in the land of the trill
Been listenin’ in to Screw, since 9-2
Niggas talk shit, but whatcha wanna do?
I’m comin’ from P.A. where niggas rollin’ like g’s
Rolllin’ on d’s, smokin’ on trees
Drinkin’ hennessy in the lac on Vogues
Chevy 6-4’s, Monte Carlo’s
Bangin’ in the clubs, bangin’ on the streets
Got everybody bobbin’ to these bangin’ ass beats
Fool, it’s so real

(Chorus (Al-D singing in the background) x4)
G’s in P.A., g’s in the city, g’s in the South so real

(DJ DMD)
What’s your name, fool?

(DJ Screw)
DJ Screw, slowin’ shit down
Puttin’ in work all over H-Town
See me on the scene, drinkin’ codeine
Gat up on my lap cause these haters want my green
Southside for life, that’s what I claim
That’s what I represent, that’s where I hang
Hand on the trigger, pockets gettin’ bigger
Screwed Up Click ain’t nothin’ but real niggas

(Al-D)
Ridin’ on Vogues, pimpin’ hoes, slammin’ Cadillac doors
Jays on my toes, locs fallin’ off my nose
Screwed up and screwed out, in doors and out doors
No need for the tint, the kill is foggin’ up my windows
Jelly on my ride, butter up inside
Bread in my pocket, Glock cocked on my side
Southside for life, this is Al-D
Peace to Botany, KeKe, and E.S.G., we so real

(Chorus (Al-D singing in the background) x4)
G’s in the city, g’s in P.A., g’s in the South so real

(DJ DMD)
What Screw main?

(DJ Screw)
What’s up DMD?

(DJ DMD)
South been down too long playa

(DJ Screw)
I feel you on that, man

(DJ DMD)
We got to keep it real, playa, let’s do this

(Al-D)
It’s 1-9-9-6, got the South sold
Headed to the East fo’ they cream and they gold
Load up the West fo’ they triple gold d’s
Midwest g’s, got them on they knees
Going overseas with the boat and sippin’ yak
Showing Europeans how these Southern niggas act
Bangin’ in the clubs, bangin’ on the streets
Got everybody bobbin’ to these bangin’ ass beats
Fool, it’s so real

(Chorus (Al-D singing in the background) x8)
G’s in P.A., g’s in the city, g’s in the South so real

Barz Da Lyricist – Ru.By Lyrics

Verse: Go into Neverland will you find what you’re lookin for ?
Listen to SZA …yeah yeah jam out to Love Galore
Hop in a submarine…take a trip let’s explore
Lightning and thundering , I’ll be peace in a time of war
So many avenues , so many reservoirs
Open a mind or two , have access to open doors
Go get a chocolate queen , you can say that you want s’mores
Refresh your memories (okay) when it does rain it pours
Forget the enemies , forget the few detours
God is a friend of me yeah —I’m always with the Lord
Ride in a MERceDEZ , maybe I’ll whip a Ford
Trends they do go extinct , just like a dinosaurus

HOOK: Are you . BY .. tell me RU .BY me ?
I just wanttt to look you in your eyes
All these starsss you the one that I see . I see you glistening ooo are you listenin

Verse : supplement, supplement . let me be your supplement
Baby girl you heaven sent , I don’t wanna run from it —-
Like people with taxes from the government
Your energy ? I’m lovin it
That ruby go and stunt with it

—-

Take a road trip to Colorado, maybe even fly to Monte Carlo
I can sense your beauty ..with my eyes closed
Your vibration isn’t hard to follow
Past things were hard pills to swallow
You filled days , that were hollow

I wanna explore deep within
——
Go on the run — like the carters , not Bonnie and Clyde , maybe Queen & Slim

HOOK: RU. BY .. tell me RU.BY me ?
I just want to look you in your eyes
All these stars you the one that I see . I see you glistening ooo are you listenin(x2)

Harry Quintana – Der Terminator Lyrics

[Hook]
Mein Life ist hardcore, ich laufe durch die Streets, der Terminator
Bitch, wenn du mich siehst, dann greif zum Smartphone
Ich rappe auf Piano-Beats, sie hören mich in Monte Carlo
Kannst du’s noch mal sagen, ja Mann, klar doch
Mein Life ist hardcore, ich laufe durch die Streets, der Terminator
Bitch, wenn du mich siehst, dann greif zum Smartphone
Ich rappe auf Piano-Beats, sie hören mich in Monte Carlo
Kannst du’s noch mal sagen, ja Mann, klar doch

[Part 1]
Bei mir zuhause läuft nur noch Bad Bunny Daddy Yankee
Bitch dein sogenannter Rap klingt in mein’ Ohren so wie Country
In den 00er-Jahren pimpte ich so Bitches via Shuttle
Meine Tracks sind All-Time-Classics wie Schneewittchen oder Bambi
Wie das Dschungelbuch, wie 101 Dalmatiner
Sie dachten, ich geh unter, aber nein, hier bin ich wieder
Sie nennen mich den Tiger, King am Mic, Überflieger
Ich bin grad im Studio mit Britney und Christina

[Hook]
Mein Life ist hardcore, ich laufe durch die Streets, der Terminator
Bitch, wenn du mich siehst, dann greif zum Smartphone
Ich rappe auf Piano-Beats, sie hören mich in Monte Carlo
Kannst du’s noch mal sagen, ja Mann, klar doch
Mein Life ist hardcore, ich laufe durch die Streets, der Terminator
Bitch, wenn du mich siehst, dann greif zum Smartphone
Ich rappe auf Piano-Beats, sie hören mich in Monte Carlo
Kannst du’s noch mal sagen, ja Mann, klar doch

[Part 2]
Sie nennen mich den Terminator, weil ich es zu Ende bringe
Du hast zwanzig Alben, Homie, doch nicht eine fette Single
Bei mir sind alles Hits, ich hab kein Bock, mich anzustrengen
Jeder Beat auf der EP hat 120 BPM
Ich brauch vor Cops nicht wegzurenn’, denn die sind auf meiner Paylist
Das gesamte LKA hat El Camino in der Playlist
Mein Plata auf den Caymans, deine Mama im Mercedes
Man sagt es auf der Straße, Quintana is the greatest

[Hook]
Mein Life ist hardcore, ich laufe durch die Streets, der Terminator
Bitch, wenn du mich siehst, dann greif zum Smartphone
Ich rappe auf Piano-Beats, sie hören mich in Monte Carlo
Kannst du’s noch mal sagen, ja Mann, klar doch
Mein Life ist hardcore, ich laufe durch die Streets, der Terminator
Bitch, wenn du mich siehst, dann greif zum Smartphone
Ich rappe auf Piano-Beats, sie hören mich in Monte Carlo
Kannst du’s noch mal sagen, ja Mann, klar doch

The Game – Ask for Me Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Aight, come on

[Verse 1]
Soon as Dre say what Dre say, we on a yacht
Mediterranean Sea bangin’ Dre Day, nigga
Gold chain like it’s my payday, nigga
Two days away from land, yeah, mayday, nigga
Come on (Come on)
Dolphins hoppin’ out the water like a ’64 Impala, come on
You in the club tossin’ dollars for bitches that suck and swallow
I rub the wood on a model like openin’ night at Apollo
I give her the Captain’s jack, she gon’ feel like she in Astroworld tomorrow
T-shirts gettin’ borrowed, sunsets in Monte Carlo

[Chorus]
Can you fill that glass for me?
Half Henny, half lemonade
Goin’ up to renegade ’cause it’s still Aftermath with me
Is it blasphemy if I take shots of holy water and ask the nun will she blast for me?
If I baptize a stripper, if she want me to tip her shake them titties and that ass for me
I told her I can’t stay but here’s where I stay
When you get there just ask for me

[Verse 2]
I got verses from Nas, beats from Swizz
Hooks from Blige, all that shit feedin’ my kids
Took three to my side, two in my ribs
Bullet stuck in my leg, still, nigga, I’m here
I got samples from Blaze, killed shit from Premier
If niggas call my shit classic, it is what it is
Poured lean with Wayne, ain’t sipped it in years
After what happened to triple X, my vision is clear
I be like Cyclops, see niggas from five blocks
Ask your man, my superpower these five Glocks
Yachts with stash spots, my niggas is black ops
We fuckin’ these white hoes and flickin’ off black cops
I know I’m an asshole, I grew up a have-not
Now we dockin’ in Cayman islands and then make a cash drop
Ferrari in backwoods, chronic the mascot
So high I forgot this bitch name

[Chorus]
Ayy
Can you fill that glass for me?
Half Henny, half lemonade
Goin’ up to renegade ’cause it’s still Aftermath with me
Is it blasphemy if I take shots of holy water and ask the nun will she blast for me?
If I baptize a stripper, if she want me to tip her shake them titties and that ass for me
I told her I can’t stay but here’s where I stay
When you get there just ask for me

Rich Brian – Confetti Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro]
A home worth stayin’ at
In my lifetime

[Chorus]
Uh, blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ shit without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin’ winnin’
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain’t got time to give a fuck or worry ’bout my image
I’ma cut it off if I ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from it

[Verse 1]
Ayy, got my mother’s face and my father’s confidence
Walkin’ ’round the party, always lookin’ like the perfect blend
Got my right hand with me, I will never need to fuck no fans
Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil’ bad bitch just turned 29
I’m only fucking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye
Mmm, if you listenin’, congrats, you just discovered fire
I looked at the clock, guess what, lil’ bitch? It’s time to die
She behind on rent
She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck
You wear loafers to the club, don’t tell me you deserve respect
You use internet to hate, I used that shit to change my fate
(She gon’)

[Chorus]
Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ shit without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, bitch
Your dream don’t mean shit if it just turns into excuses, bitch
(Bitch)
I’m just talkin’ facts, I’m just tryna make shit that’ll flabbergast
I’ve been rappin’, all you doing’s talkin’ fast
Man, I’m sure you could prolly do more than that
And I still got that rum up in my system
4-5 proof, that shit is so hittin’
He want problem, I’ma throw fist then
Told that bitch send me the location
Ass fat, she need attitude fixin’
I’m sick, I got terminal trillness
My next album, call that shit Hit List
I kill shit and you are my witness

[Chorus]
Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ shit without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin’ winnin’
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain’t got time to give a fuck or worry ’bout my image
I’ma cut it off if I ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from it

Firefall – Gold River lyrics

Azlyrics

Takes all kinds of money to do the things you do
I’ve never seen nobody in my life like you
And if it’s not designer, you want to take it back
And if it doesn’t glitter, it’s a heart attack

There’s something missing, girl
In your perfect world
It’s love all the money won’t buy

If I had a gold river (Gold river)
To give you (To give you)
It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)
If I had a gold river (Gold river)
To give you (To give you)
It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)

You always have a party to follow you around
Just to keep you going while you paint the town
Fly to Monte Carlo, back to Saint Tropez
The world is handed to you on a silver tray

There’s something missing, girl
In your perfect world
It’s love all the money won’t buy

If I had a gold river (Gold river)
To give you (To give you)
It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)
If I had a gold river (Gold river)
To give you (To give you)
It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)

There’s something missing, girl
There’s something missing, girl
There’s something missing, girl
There’s something missing, girl
It’s love all the money won’t buy

If I had a gold river (Gold river)
To give you (To give you)
It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)
If I had a gold river (Gold river)
To give you (To give you)
It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)

If I had a gold river (Gold river)
To give you (To give you)
It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)
Gold river (Gold river)
To give you (To give you)
It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)

No no no, no no no, no no no, no no no (Gold river)
(To give you) It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, oh no (Make you mine)
No no no, no no no, no no no, no no no (Gold river)
(To give you) It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no (Make you mine)

Gold river (Gold river)
Gold river
(To give you) It wouldn’t be enough to make you mine, no no (Make you mine)
(Gold river)
(To give you)

Juice WRLD – All Girls Are The Same lyrics

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[Intro]
They’re rotting my brain, love
These hoes are the same

[Verse 1]
I admit it, another ho got me finished
Broke my heart, oh no, you didn’t
Fuck sippin’, I’ma down a whole bottle
Hard liquor, hard truth, can’t swallow
Need a bartender, put me out of my sorrow
Wake up the next day in the Monte Carlo
With a new woman, tell me she from Colorado
And she love women, she’ll be gone by tomorrow
Who am I kiddin’?
All this jealousy and agony that I sit in
I’m a jealous boy, really feel like John Lennon
I just want real love, guess it’s been a minute
Pissed off from the way that I don’t fit in, I don’t fit in
Tell me what’s the secret to love, I don’t get it
Feel like I be runnin’ a race I’m not winnin’
Ran into the devil today, and she grinnin’

[Chorus]
Hey, these girls are insane
All girls are the same
They’re rotting my brain, love
Think I need a change
Before I go insane, love
All girls are the same
They’re rotting my brain, love
Think I need a change
Before I go insane, love

[Verse 2]
Ten minutes, she tell me it would take ten minutes
To break my heart, oh no she didn’t
Fuck livin’, I’ma drown in my sorrow
Fuck givin’, I’ma take not borrow
And I’m still sinnin’, I’m still losin’ my mind
I know I been trippin’, I’m still wastin’ my time
All the time given, am I dyin’? Am I livin’?
It’s fuck feelings, my sorrow go up to the ceilin’

[Outro]
Now I am insane
Demons in my brain, love
Peace I can’t obtain
‘Cause all these girls the same, love
Now I am insane
Demons in my brain, love
Peace I can’t obtain
‘Cause all these girls the same, love

Pusha T – Retribution lyrics

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(feat. Kehlani)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Now that you’re focused
I’m glad that you noticed
The realest nigga here
It’s kinda chilly being the coldest
Me and Timbo in that two-door, making our ”Otis”
Now witness the chosen
It’s just different here
Monte Carlo nights, let her throw the dice
Play in paradise
All I know is white
Get the powder gone
Bitches love to shop, levitate the mall
Mattress full of money, let it break the fall
Woo! She used to fly on a buddy pass
They say when the money go, you hope that your honey last
I been preaching since money, cash— hoes

[Hook: Kehlani]
And I promise, I hardly see you
From where I am it’s so hard to see you
Got money I’ve been different ever since
Maybe it’s me and my arrogance
Who are you, who are you anyway?
Who are you, who are you anyway?
Who are you? We don’t know you
Who are you? We don’t know you

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I’m the fire and the base
I’m admired by the greats
This to each and every rap nigga
I look you liars in the face
Cold case, Rolls Wraith
Big dipper, constellation in the ceiling, see the stars
See the jewelry, all rock, no guitar
Who you know better with the raw?
Bogota, she like finessing niggas
She gets a Range Rover Sport
And got seats on the court from the best of niggas
I never bit at that apple
I never lost my El Chapo
I can still grab it, and bag it and capsule
Covered in white like I walked in the chapel
I’m that cold

[Hook: Kehlani]
And I promise, I hardly see you
From where I am it’s so hard to see you
Got money I’ve been different ever since
Maybe it’s me and my arrogance
Who are you, who are you anyway?
Who are you, who are you anyway?
Who are you? We don’t know you
Who are you? We don’t know you

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
The last dope dealer
Red leather in a room full of Thrillers
The mamas, they zombies
Chase a nigga for the money, they behind me
Woo, safe look like it got a printer
Ain’t no rappers in that Sprinter
Ain’t no saints, only sinners
What bitch ain’t fucked a winner?
I’m a blue ribbon nigga
Talk down on you two pigeon niggas
Front five or better
Yeah, I got a mountain of it, you could climb forever

[produced by: Timbaland & Deafh Beats]

Swae Lee – Offshore (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Ear Drummers
They think it’s woman inside me
‘Cause the way I wear my tees and my jeans, ayy
(Where do you wanna take me?)
Little do they know they women (Don’t play with me)
Got marks all over her knees, ayy
(Maserati)

[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
Rollin’ off you
Rollin’ off you, you overdosin’ off my kiss
And the joke is on you
Joke is on you if you fall for that old nigga, hey!

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Young Thug]
I took a trip offshore (ayy)
Took the whip offshore (yeah)
I took a chick offshore
You should get out more (hey, hey)
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil’ tour (oh)
When we hit that floor, all the money downpour
That’s what it’s here for (that’s what it’s for)
Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star
Bunch of young niggas on a crash course (do it large, do it large)
Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store
Yeah and take it too far (ayy)

[Verse: Young Thug]
I’ma let you vibe all day
I don’t mind if you try it all day
You know Thugger let you ride all day
Yeah, let you ride all day
You can go get what you like all day
It feels wrong but it’s right, no, baby
Perky got me lookin’ at your body all day
And it feels right, my baby, yeah
Baby steps when you walk
You got baby steps when you walk
High heels on your feet when you walk
High heels on your feet, baby
Lambo, them legs ajar, yeah
And a Maserati truck, the doors in the back ajar
Let’s get it on, baby
Make your mouth get it, get it gone, yeah
Like a motorcycle, get it on, baby
Yeah, perform foreplay
So in love, I can buy the bitch a ring every day
Stop this rap shit, turn to a mob any day
Bossman, I could get homie dropped any day
I’ll slap the shit out Donald Trump any day
Brand new assistant I like, any day
Better get it right if you don’t want gunplay
I’ma do it right and fill up the driveway
Bentley on the side and it’s sittin’ on LeBron James
911 Porsche got me takin’ you on a date, ayy
Pistol Pete mobbin’, I’m bangin’ it all day
Baddest and the baddest and the baddest like all day
I ran up the millions, I did it all my way
Hundred dollar bills and I like ’em all straight
Real talk, I’m a neat freak
And lil’ mama fold my clothes like a neat freak
You say you doin’ somethin’, ya uncle reading right through your wrong
Hoes can’t talk when I talk where I’m from
32 pumps make ’em run, Forrest, run
Monte Carlo, poppin’ my collar
Wrestle that ho like The Mothafuckin’ Rock
I say wrestle that ho like The Mothafuckin’ Rock
So I let it freeze up
Eat the cake, got amazing cake
These bitches hatin’, they throw rice by the case
I’m ridin’ down Memory Lane
Catchin’ feelings like I’m Walter Payton
I just wanna throw love at this evenin’
Christian Dior with the ski
Bad bitch, yeah, make believe
Barney Balmain on my jeans
Bleedin’ like a Tampax Pearl
Mistake, let it rain on your world, ayy
Your diamonds, yeah, they wet like the bottom of the shore, yeah
Better stop playin’, say you quick like sand, oh my God

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I took a trip offshore
Took the whip offshore (yeah)
I took a chick offshore
You should get out more (hey, hey)
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil’ tour
When we hit that floor, all the money downpour
That’s what it’s here for
Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star
Bunch of young niggas on a crash course
Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store
Yeah and take it too far

Eminem – Berzerk (On Radio 1) (Live)

Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Now this shit’s about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let’s take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I’m bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That’s why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag
Just like I did with addiction I’m ’bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got em still on the fence whether to picket
But quick to get it impaled when I tell ’em stick it
So sick I’m looking pale, oh that’s my pigment
Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let’s bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don’t mean Stimpy’s friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

[Verse 2]
Guess it’s just the way that I’m dressed, ain’t it?
Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain’t
That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint
Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl your body’s banging, jump me in, dang – bang-bang
Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this Kid’s rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang
P-p-p pow-pow, chicka, bow, chicka, wow-wow
Got your gal blowing up a val-v-v-v-val-valve
Ain’t slowing down, throw in the towel, t-t-tow-towel
Dumb it down, I don’t know how (huh-huh) how-how
At least I know that I don’t know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now ho…

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
I say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) get your vinyls

[Verse 3]
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in Styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh sorry yo
We done both set the bar low
Far as hard drugs are though
That’s the past, but I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain’t got no money to borrow
But I am trying to find a way to get you alone (car note)
Oh, Marshall Mathers
Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered
Kangols and Carhartt-less Cargos
Girl you’re fixing to get your heart broke
Don’t be absurd, ma’am
You birdbrain baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman
(Unless you’re a swallow)
Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

Kodak Black – Snot Thot

Azlyrics

[Conversation]
(Chick): Girl came to the door yesterday asking for you
(Kodak): Yes, but it was Saturday out there, I was at church
(Chick): Nigga, don’t go to church
(Kodak): How you gon’ tell me I don’t go to church
(Chick): Nigga, don’t go to church, nigga
(Kodak): How you gon’ tell me I don’t go to church, go ask Jesus, ask Jesus
(Chick): I’m gonna get you mad, right, for this
(Kodak): I need my money
(Chick): What?
(Kodak): I need my money, I need my money

[Verse]
That’s when they find that you and me, we in suit
Everybody ain’t gonna like it when you here
Girl, I come ’bout no frowned, they make you frown
I don’t care if that’s the only reason you came for
That’s always make me figure til that one crank
I can’t find no love so I went to the bank
Auh, I should live for love, so I went to the bank
We met at D.O.A and then we met again at chase
Every thug need a shoulder they can lean on
I like what’s on your shoulders, good head you be thinkin’ homes
Speakin’ of head, I hate sex but I love my peter blown
You’re a lil freaky hoe but you compete with her
I’m sorry when I fuck I’ll leave my bling on
I’m sorry when I fuck I lead my rhythm
See I’m a dog, I be just trynna get me a bone
Here on a spree of smoke, don’t need to leave her on
Stray dog, I don’t need a home
I don’t be at home
I’m fleeing home
Raw dawg when I fuck with her no rubber but my ski is on
She heard I’m snot side nigga over there
She heard I’m snot sneaky nigga over there
They tellin’ me she a thot, that hoe over there
But I don’t even care if she got gonorrhea
They say she a sick bitch heard she got syphilis
Why don’t I go ahead first, jumpin’ straight in it
I’m just kiddin’ but I love that lil’ bitch
But I don’t care if she sends sluts to my bed
And I don’t need you tellin’ me about how she do
She fuck everybody, and I fuck everybody too
Everybody say she out here trickin’
I don’t give a damn ’bout how she get it
Everybody say she got all the niggas
So what? I got all the bitches
We got chemistry, fuck your history
I don’t care if she was out here strippin’
I’m tellin’ you baby, they ain’t gon’ like you jumpin’ out that Bentley
Hittin’ the scene in the blink, um, T-Double-D, you Trina
Everybody tellin’ me she ain’t shit
But nigga, I ain’t shit either
And I don’t give a damn ’bout none of that shit mah nigga said
He tryna convince me he seen you on backpage
Everybody got an opinion, I don’t give a damn anyway
I took her on a private plane, I took her on a dinner date
Everybody fuckin’, everybody sinnin’
So what’s wrong with turnin’ that hoe into a princess
Yap, I can turn that hoe into a model
Scoope her in the Benz, Tiago, no more Monte Carlo
If she ain’t in a coop with me, I want nobody in it
Bentley, cologne Gucci and my windows very tinted
Babe, don’t call me essay but I love it when we kick it
Fuck that he say, she say, they don’t know about it, damn
They ain’t gon’ like it, they ain’t gon’ like it
They ain’t gon’ like us, they gon’ wanna fight ya
And I don’t like people but I think I like her
I don’t let that hoe inside my house now, I don’t wife her
If I wife her I’m Steve Austin with the ring
There’s a stone cold diamon on her finger and it bling
I’m ’bout to cut off all my friends
I’m ’bout to cut off all I can
Man, that pussy be pullin’ me in, I thought it was a one night stand
I thought it was a one night stand
Like the lamp on my dresser
So she loves dirty hustler, but this girl special
Thought she was a fling, thought she was a fling
I’ve been havin’ dream lately, she might be my main
‘Cause you eat my ummm, ’cause you be my baby
Lifes gave me lemon, wonder could you be my main squeeze
I don’t fell in love with a nat
But every sinner got a future, and every saint got a past
So I ain’t give a hoe a whole account about of where I’m at
‘Cause baby see you ride, yo, that lil’ bitch, she got my back
Baby she be ridin’, that lil’ bitch, she got my back
Then when we ride, yo, my ‘lil bitch she hold her strap
My nigga startin’ cryin’ when we went out in scraps
My babe more real than you, she one thou, keep that shit a stack
I don’t throw no money
Took my bitch to the club and threw some racks
Man with the plan, master mind my crafts
No more shootin’ craps
I ain’t no dog but call me cannon with lubane fuckin’ on a brat
My lil bitch a brat, I hear how she act, but I love how she act
That’s my lil diva
If you keep it up I’m put you on a TV-show
I was just trynna rap, you turned me to a singer
Found my focus back, turned me to believer