Elujay – Onetime! Lyrics

[Intro]
Onetime, we gon’ do this one time (x2)

[Verse]
Heard you rolling round the town, like you own this bitch
Who gon’ roll some ones with me, who gon’ really quote this shit
Tendencies aggressive when I’m sipping on the ocean liq
I just wanna take it back, no suit and ties or corporates
Know you talented, boy you better rep the town
I said it for the city, Jentrify will put you down
Know some East Oakland niggas every pack around
Know some chubbies and they mother when they hear the sound
I been battling my flaws and all my fallacies
This an intro to my life and our reality
We’re blessed to the bone until eternity
I just do it for the city, this is still in me
You that sip of that OJ in the morning
I got you if you really need it, if you want it
Imma put that on my set, that’s on my momma
We gon’ resonate the passion in the moment

[Bridge]
This one for the children in the projects
We gon win it, like the Warriors, peep the process
Taking dubs all year, no losses
For my niggas in the town, know you’re watching (onetime!)

[Hook]
Onetime, we gon’ do this onetime
Onetime, we gon’ do this onetime
Onetime, we gon’ do this onetime
Yeah

We’re blessed (x15)

Will you come back to me
Will you come back to me? (x4)

[Bridge]
[Hook]

Gucci Mane – Tony Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Honorable Court

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
And I made my bones in East Atlanta
Started from the bottom like Tony Montana
Yellow black ‘Rari like a yellow bandana
Crazy young niggas that’ll kill you on camera
Gucci Mane got plenty ammo
Y’all gon’ need so many candles
Got me bent, I’ll bend you backwards
Chopper split you, bent you backwards
Smoke you like a pack of Backwoods
Go forward ain’t never backwards
Pounds of weed and tons of coca
I ran off on Sosa, baby
All my bitches love a gangster
All my bodies drug-related
Things escalated, Fezzi made it
My diamonds are never hated

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Sold so many drugs (Woah)
They done put me on the Forbes list (Woo)
Ran off with so many packs (Hey)
They done put me on a hitlist (Woo)
And I’m always comin’ back
Fuck nigga can’t stop this shit (Comin’ back)
Niggas creepin’ out in the back
Put a nigga on the rocket list (Grrah)

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Ridin’ around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it’s enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be lookin’ for you in the mornin’ (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarmin’ (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin’, “Tony”
I feel like Tony when them shooters shot then ran in his house
Watchin’ the camera with a chopper and a blunt in my mouth
Facin’ a FBI indictment, ain’t no bondin’ me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder ’cause two bodies got found

Chris Brown – Ya Playin’ Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
Ya playin’
Throwin’ that name all up on me
Ya playin’
Knowin’ damn well that you want me
I’m tired of waitin’, conversatin’
Why you playin’ game, games?
Makin’ love all in the club
Give a fuck about your name, name
Ya playin’
Throwin’ that name all up on me
Ya playin’
Knowin’ damn well that you want me
I’m tired of waitin’, conversatin’
Why you playin’ game, games?
Makin’ love all in the club
Give a fuck about your name, name

[Verse]
Look, ha
What you playin’ for?
I can see it in your eyes, you ain’t ’bout that shit
I’m pelican fly, I left the windows inside it
I got it rainin’ in this bitch
Dollar after dollar
Don’t play with a nigga, hop up on this dick
One drunk night will change your life
Now you famous, bitch
Okay, I’m off that Ace and that Rosé
José, no way
I’m swevin’
With the white CÎROC and that OJ
Molly? I think I know her face
I know them titties real but that ass fake
I keep runnin’ with the money at a fast face
So baby girl, just meet me at the valet
Tell your girls to pick your car up
Tell her you rollin’ with me
And you gon’ call that bitch tomorrow
First thing in the mornin’, cookin’ me breakfast
You wearin’ my necklace
So girl, why the fuck you out her flexin’?
Fuckin’ with these peasants? What?

[Chorus]
Ya playin’
Throwin’ that name all up on me
Ya playin’
Knowin’ damn well that you want me
I’m tired of waitin’, conversatin’
Why you playin’ game, games?
Makin’ love all in the club
Give a fuck about your name, name
Ya playin’
Throwin’ that name all up on me
Ya playin’
Knowin’ damn well that you want me
I’m tired of waitin’, conversatin’
Why you playin’ game, games?
Makin’ love all in the club
Give a fuck about your name, name

Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
[Chorus]
I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
[Chorus]
Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
I wanna floss like Mike Jones
Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
[Outro]
Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh

Drake – Forever (Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
But understand, nothin’ was done for me
So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shit, nigga, this what I does
I sware I ain’t lyon, like this is my cubs
This is my club, and I’m dirty in the summer, bitch
Weezy F Baby, and I lookin like I does some shit
You ain’t know nothin bitch, you better know who you fuckin with
Try to fuck me, I kill you, and who you comin with
No homo, T, I had to go stupid
I’m on the high heals, but I am no Cupid
Hollands Avinue, ridin with the roof gone
On the Mayback, 2 tone, and my rymms are too brown
That mean they 24s, boy, what you on
I’m richer than a bitch without the gray coupon
I’m talkin out of my head, I make a blue eyed bitch just admire my red
I’m a Blood, motherfucker, a Blood, motherfucker
Forever like ETC peariods, good, motherfucker

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
But understand, nothin’ was done for me
So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

[Verse 2: Drake]
I’m so unsigned, it would blow one’s mind
Cause every single record I am so unkind
There is no holes bard, there is no love lost
Nigga, this that crack and you know rugs cost
So PAY UP, I don’t think you will ever find another nigga like me
Never LIE, I got everything I tell them I got
This young nigga show boat like I’m sellin a yacht
Who else tryna smoke, me too
Cause take my mind off the Pressure, that’s what Weed do
Your girl wetter than the bottom of a Ski-do
And take a bitch from any nigga is what we do
So bite down, hoe, or get the right dentist
I told Wayne I’m going in, like a life sentence
And understand, I send shots at who it’s meant for
Never had a mentor, coppy that, 10 4

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
But understand, nothin’ was done for me
So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Kidd Kidd!
Put on my OJ gloves, I’m gonna kill this shit
Make a plumber throgh his plundger, I can’t deal with this shit
You say I’m throghed off, I stay on pitch
The flow ain’t formal, I don’t slack on shit
Bitch, I’m back on my shit, like a fly
Since you ain’t fly, throgh you off the roof, fly
Like Pooky, take a Dooky on a rap producer, throgh the trash out the window like Lukey
To a shark, you just Sooshy
You ain’t hard, you cucci
Wally, Oochi, so this newborn booty
I say I’m movin slow, I’m just thinkin fast
Look back, I ain’t behind you, about to lap your ass
And I’m gonna rest up, till my times up
I be the tech chef, all my beef prime cut
This ain’t chorus lines, nigga, your choruses lyon
Cause the only point you ever gained, was a one

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin’ to y’all
But understand, nothin’ was done for me
So I don’t plan on stoppin’ at all
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man
I’m shuttin’ shit down in the mall
And tellin’ every girl she the one for me And I ain’t even plannin’ to call
I want this shit forever, man—ever, man—ever, man

Tyler, The Creator – Where This Flower Blooms lyrics

(feat. Frank Ocean)

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo
Let’s take it back to them days
Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah’s floor
Carpet was my baby mama
80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured
Rent-A-Center calling everyday
Nobody home, they’re knocking on the door
Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
In toys I only dreamed that I could afford
Now I roll through Okaga

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I ride to California
These frog oval goggles
I’m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp sun shining on me
Slick wheels roll float
Out this world
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
Run it, run it, run it, run it
I rock, I roll, I bloom, I grow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let ’em know), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I grow
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Ain’t nobody fucking with T, but that just may be my ego
But don’t be too cool, you may freeze
Because niggas get stuck in the cold (Man, look at this ice)
Shit weighs a ton, water your garden my nigga and stunt
(Stunt on these niggas)
Tell these black kids they could be who they are
Dye your hair blue, shit, I’ll do it too
Look, I smell like Chanel
I never mall grip with my manicured nails
I coconut oil the skin
I keep the top low ’cause the follicles thinnin’
But other than that, man, it feels like I’m winning
Went from statistic to millionaire
CNN doubted ’cause my skin is dark
Then they forget when I get in my car

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
These frog oval goggles
I’m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp sun shining on me
Slick wheels roll float
Out this world
Yeah, yeah
Run it, run it, run it, yeah

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let ’em know), I bloom, I grow (I grow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I-
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Flower boy T, nigga that’s me
Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree
Took a little while, nigga making leaves
Keep ’em in the branches so my family can eat
Favorite color green, energy is strong
Giving niggas life like birdies and the beez
Dropping them seeds, not what you want
You don’t know what I keep in the trunk…. tree

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Ah, shit!

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it
Run it
Run it

THEY. – Thrive lyrics

[Chorus: Dante Jones]
No regrets over here, bruh, if I die, ain’t no tellin’ where I’ll end up
Never lie, know these niggas ain’t my friends, bruh
I’m just coming for what’s mine, that, and then some
And then, then some
(No regrets, no regrets)

[Verse 1: Drew Love]
Feels like I’m runnin’ in place, fuck you niggas to your face
Flip the script and rip the page, scoop the money then I skate
Couple chickens in the chase, get the glory while I blaze
Draymond when the game’s on, I ain’t never fallin’ for the fake
Sammy Sosa at the plate, I’ma go down with the greats
Feelin’ like Raekwon with the links on in the daytime, nigga
Feel like I’m OJ, duckin’ from the jakes with no brakes on, nigga
Ballin’ like Klay-Thom’, finna drain one from the baseline, nigga
Fuckin’ a new bitch with my old bitch on my FaceTime, nigga

[Chorus: Dante Jones]
No regrets over here, bruh, if I die, ain’t no tellin’ where I’ll end up
Never lie, know these niggas ain’t my friends, bruh
I’m just coming for what’s mine, that, and then some
And then, then some
(No regrets, no regrets)

[Verse 2: Drew Love]
Fuck you niggas, fuck yo’ bitches, take yo’ riches
Fuck your feelings, no regrets, it’s Nü Religion
Fuck you niggas, fuck you’ bitches, take yo’ riches
Kevin Nash flexin’ on my competition

[Outro: Drew Love & Dante Jones]
I’m just tryna thrive, pray every night that my niggas alright
Never lookin’ back as the days go by
Never lookin’ back, I live my life with no regrets
I’m just tryna thrive, pray every night that my niggas alright
Never lookin’ back as the days go by
Never lookin’ back, I live my life with no regrets
(No regrets, no regrets)

Travis Scott – Way Back lyrics

[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Don’t wet no more

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin’ lanes, I thought we went way back

[Post Hook: Travis Scott + Swizz Beatz]
(Wooo)
I can’t get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (rack)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (we in the house) (come on)
I can’t get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (go crazy on ’em)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Woah, wait
It’s summer time, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins I can never gold state (yeah!)
UFC I’m tapping to my old ways (alright!)
I’m addressing shit like I’m on Waze
Showed ya love, ain’t show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah!)
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay
I be (yeah!) makin’ mils, made it to a hobby (it’s lit!)
Don’t bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
I’m so loaded off the pills, so don’t ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake niggas to get way back (way back)
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin’ lanes, I thought we went way back

[Post Hook: Travis Scott + Swizz Beatz]
Whew
I can’t get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
If I take a sip, take the rest (rack)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (we in the house)
I can’t get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (go crazy on ’em)
(We in the house)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Look boy, boy don’t believe what’s on your TV
Look boy, don’t you sit close to the TV
Look boy, seeing is believing
Look boy, look boy (yeah!)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Would it be unlawful (yeah!)
To spend this honeymoon in a brothel?
And share pics from the camera
But they’ll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I’m down in the Meadows
Slidin’ down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I’m swimmin’ out that bitch
Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (yeah!)
I just built a castle deep (yeah, yeah)
In them trees (yeah!)
That’s how I get them backwoods free (yeah, yeah)
This right here some savagery (yeah, yeah)
Bend it back from me (yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me (yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me

[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Woah-ohhh-ohhhh-woah

Max Frost – Good Morning lyrics

Hello good morning, how ya doing?
Waking up shaking off yesterday’s booze yeah
Turn the TV off cause bad news man
Feeling fresh like a Ziploc new man
OJ with a champagne tune up
Mimosa holy ghost running through
Hell yeah, it’s a new hallelujah
Popping like the top off a bottle and I ain’t stopping yeah

[Chorus]
Baby it’s a brand new day
Ain’t no clouds hanging over me
Something doesn’t feel the same
The rest of my life gon’ start today
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
The rest of my life gon’ start today

[Verse 2]
Calling out the ocean, this is evolution can I
Grow into another animal, a next level
I’m spreading wings and I just wanna sing
In the future, now the past [?] on me
Forget about yesterday, Paul McCartney
I’m feeling like a Beatles on stage
And the whole wide world’s gonna know my name

[Chorus]
Baby it’s a brand new day
Ain’t no clouds hanging over me
Something doesn’t feel the same
The rest of my life gon’ start today
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
The rest of my life gon’ start today

[Interlude]
Ladies and gentlemen
This part right here’s very simple
It goes like this

[Bridge]
I’ve been up, I’ve been down
But I got the feeling right now
I’ve been up, I’ve been down
But I got the feeling right now
I’ve been up, I’ve been down
Do you got the feeling right now?

[Chorus]
Baby it’s a brand new day
Ain’t no clouds hanging over me
Something doesn’t feel the same
The rest of my life gon’ start today
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
The rest of my life gon’ start today

[Outro]
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
The rest of my life gon’ start today

Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil’ Kim)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy duffed ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch, inf beam bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a meme bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met him, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

Remy Ma – Wake Me Up (feat. Lil Kim)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

Remy Ma – Wake Me Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
If Peter Piper picked ’em, I bet you Remy ducked ’em
I told you not to touch ’em, it’s not up for discussion!
All my clothes is custom, straight from France
My hands like Mayweather’s, all my friends 8 and better!
I get a lot of money, honey
Queen Bitch I been, bitch
Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch
I’m his dream bitch
Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m rich, I’mma stay that bitch!
You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit!
Spray that fif’, the crown, I’mma take that shit
‘Cause you a clown and Homey don’t play that shit!
See, they ain’t slick, be talkin’ all cray and shit
And then you see ’em, they be like that they ain’t say that shit!
I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit
See, I got options, don’t make me weigh them shits!
I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish
You just met ‘im, how he bae that quick?
I’ll say it to your face, don’t gotta relay that shit
If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch!
Take that trip, get money, make that lick
Take your pick; that’s your set, claim that clique!
Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit
If that’s your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

[Bridge: Lil’ Kim]
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
Kimmy B don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!
If Queen Bee don’t trust ’em, I bet you Remy bust
Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff!

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
You bitches ain’t humble ‘nough
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come!
Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
Mmm, when the mornin’ come
These fake-ass bitches is done
So wake me up early!

Nicky D’s – New Day (feat. Young Thug & Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, know I got that white kid with me, nigga, know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t gon’ waist no time, nigga
Right to it

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)

[Verse 1: Nicky D’s]
Lots of duplicates, yeah all my bitches come in twos now
She say, "You a lil’ stressed so just lay back," man what a true pal
I done been in some real shootouts
Places that you cannot move ’round
Blowin’ on pack and it’s cool loud
All of my homies scream uptown
I just thought you should know a few things about the kid
If I hit it once you gon’ feel it all around your ribs
You just wanna fuck ’cause you heard about the D rich
It’s a new day, and I’m in the kitchen whippin’ like a soufflé
Got a Creole lil’ shawty, my new bae
She be at the crib like a roommate
When I tell you pull up

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Got a lil’, got a lil’ bitch from Lil Haiti
Watch her go wipe that lil’ baby (lil’ baby)
Would I share money with you? That’s a no
My nigga, that’s not a maybe (no)
Top of the buildin’, coolin’, I be chillin’
I see the pavilion, I fuck up a million (pew, pew, pew)
My rides all dirty, I feel like Chamillion
I run up that sack for my future children, gang
I’m (Lil Boat) finna (Lil Boat) have to (Lil Boat) run it up
Back that ass back like a dump truck (beep)
Niggas be hatin’ that I’m up (yeah)
They ain’t want me to win, but I did (no)
Make that bitch squirt like a squid (squirt)
That bitch got makeup over my white cover
I fought like I fuck her, don’t fall like I love her
All of these pussy rap niggas be suckas
Ain’t goin’ out like that, no

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)

[Verse 3: Nicky D’s]
Thugger brought lean and Yachty got Sprite
Now we in commercials like we takin’ flights
But I be in PJs like sleepin’ at night
I be in PJs like sleepin’ at night
Haters be talkin’ like they got the right
But I be confused like…
What? Fuck is you speakin’ on? Who is you schemin’ on?
Peep your whole convo like speakerphone (yah)
Know that sideways shit
They be talkin’ ’bout every fuckin’ time that my back turned
Yeah all you pussy cats need a pap smear
Like Papoose, I ain’t ever dropped a wack verse
Last hearse came for a body I caught
They ain’t even make it up to the lobby at all
It’s obvious, dog, I’m prolly the one ’cause they be callin’ me up
You want a verse then slide me the fuzz?
I give a fuck
It’s a new day err day
We goin’ up like doors in a Merci’
Nights like a kid on a first date
When a verse lay everybody screw their face up in the worst way
I put on for Ireland
Bitches in Dublin get wet like a fireman
All the Leviathan say that you ballin’ and buy it then
Or take your tongue and just bite it then
Hush little baby, you rappers is hoes
Attracted to hoes that be smashin’ my folk
I’m used to the cold, I adapted to woes
But we all be like, "who you actin’ a fool?"
These questions need answers
Bet all your bands up
I got ’em bop like a hansom
Young D’s got jokes like a hansom
Tell ’em all hold up like ransom

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Yachty]
I play in Bentleys while you playin’ 2K (2K)
Count up some digits, drop ’em on your toupee (toupee)
I mix that Actavis with some lil’ Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid, lean, lean)
I took your bitch from her, she earned a new name (call her…)
Get inside that bitch, then go Mike it like a champagne (inside that bitch)
Earned all my racks, now I rock gold like a Ace of Spades (Ace of Spades)
Fell in love with a brick, fuck you hoes on a bad day (ayy, ayy)
She a dime and hair grey, cuff her, goin’ out like OJ
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Like OJ (Lil Boat)

Tyler The Creator – Where This Flower Blooms (feat. Frank Ocean) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo
Let take it back to them day
Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah’s floor
Carpet was my baby mama
80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured
Rent-A-Center calling everyday
Nobody home, they’re knocking on the door
Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
In toys I only dreamed that I could afford
Now I roll through Okaga, California

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I ride to California
These frog oval goggles
I’m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp Sun shining on me
Slick circles floating
Vro we off this world
Yea yea
Run it run it run it yea

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
Run it, run it, run it, run it
I rock, I roll, I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let ’em know), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I grow
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Ain’t nobody fucking with T, but that may just be my ego
But don’t be too cool, you may freeze
Because niggas get stuck in the cold (Man, look at this ice)
Shit weighs a ton, water your garden my nigga and stunt
(Stunt on these niggas)
Tell these Black kids they could be who they are
Dye your hair blue, shit, I’ll do it too
Look, I smell like Chanel
I never mall gup with my manicured nails
I coconut oil the skin
I keep the top low ’cause the follicles thinnin’
But other than that, man, it feels like I’m winning
Went from statistic to millionaire
CNN doubted ’cause my skin is dark
But they forget when I get in my car

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I ride to California
These frog oval goggles
I’m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp Sun shining on me
Slick circles floating
Vro we off this world
Yea yea
Run it run it run it yea

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let ’em know), I bloom, I grow (I grow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I-
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Flower boy T, nigga that’s me
Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree
Took a little while, nigga making leaves
Keep ’em in the branches so my family can eat
Favorite color green, energy is strong
Giving niggas life like birdies and the beez
Dropping them seeds, not what you want
You don’t know what I keep in the trunk…. tree

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Ah, shit!

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it
Run it
Run it

Royce Da 5’9″ – Play My Music (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro]
I gotta move accordingly to how the music move
It’s gon’ predict my whole day

[Verse]
I said, I got that C. Lo plan, got that Migos plan
Got that mass appeal, that’s that Primo plan
That Panamera tighty-white, that’s that Speedo plan
Hope it ain’t your time to die tonight, that’s that sweeto man
Prayin’ for my downfall, that’s that evil plan
That’s that Michael Jackson plan, that’s that Beat It fam
Since he’s never one to pull up on me, that’s that traffic jam
Red dot on a nigga head, that’s that Pakistan
Tell your bitch to shut a bitch, she do it, that’s that slapper plan
Bought that Paul McCartney and Ferrari’s plan
While I’m saying sorry and tryna get her back
I had gorillas see you with bananas, that Safari plan
Y’all just popped a molly, prolly popped a Xan’
I just popped a band-aid off the bands, that’s that doctor plan
The static from that vinyl, that’s that needle plan
That’s my video on Vevo, that’s that kilogram
My bitch be actin’ like she tryna kill a nigga in the sack like Dominic Leru my nigga, that’s that Creole fam
That’s that C.O. man, that’s my P.O., damn
Shit just might get greezy for them Jacksons, that’s that Tito, blam
44 pop right out of the compartment like I’m Robocop
I blow the locks right off your apartment though like it’s your total shop
Unloadin’ loaded Glocks, patrollers rollin’ by
You throw the dice, you rollin’ though, you hot, or broke and old, you not
That’s that Jay-Z plan, that HOV plan
Classics don’t retire, let that Kobe play
Any man who disrespect me any kind of way gon’ catch it every kind of way, that’s that OBJ
Now I’m definitely buying recklessly in front the FED’s and IRS’s nigga, that h-o-t way
That’s that Stevie plan, that’s that Beatles plan
That’s my children’s hand, that’s my hero man
Other children’s hand, that’s my car they hero land
That’s that UFO, that’s that take me to your leader man
Everyday I’m makin’ change at the park when I go meet my man for that ticket, that’s that meter man
Imposter snakes on hand, watch you shake your hand
While I got that [drakeo pram, got that dako pram?]
That shit there don’t even match, that’s that faithful fan
I ain’t play that big today, ’cause that faith was playin’
That’s that prisoner’s plan, that’s that princester’s plan
That shit Detroit radio be playin’, that’s that insta-jam
Flossin’ ain’t the same, that’s that dental plan
Classic gypsy band, that’s that Hendrix plan
Couple people had to keep the mad at this is man ’cause he keeps begging me to drink again, that drag you with me plan
Baddest night is playin’, I’m glad this night is playin’
Somebody got to die tonight, I’m [sippin’ tonics?], fam
Manicure my hands, that’s that polish man
Had to throw my hands, that’s that wylin’ man
Dirt all on my hands, blood all on my hands
Murder, it never show my hands, that’s psychotic man
That’s that Ricky Rose plan, that’s them OJ’s plan
While I fuck my bitch in Calabasas, that’s that 4 AM
She was just a virgin when we met, so I murdered that shit
And it fit me like a fucking glove, that’s that OJ fam

[Outro]
Made a couple dollars, might’ve copped a jewel or two
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout two different jewels, I got a jeweler fool
I got manuever so they follow what I do and say
I’m serious with all my moves while my music play

Travi$ Scott – Way Back (feat. Kid Cudi & Swizz Beatz) (Starring James Harden)

[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Don’t wet no more

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin’ lanes, I thought we went way back

[Post Hook]
(Wooo)
I can’t get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (rack)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (we in the house) (come on)
I can’t get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (go crazy on ’em)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Woah, wait
It’s summer time, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins I can never gold state (yeah)
UFC I’m tapping to my old ways (alright)
I’m addressing shit like I’m on Waze
Showed ya love, ain’t show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah)
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay
I be (yeah) makin’ mils, made it to a hobby (it’s lit!)
Don’t bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
I’m so loaded off the pills, so don’t ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake niggas to get way back (way back)
James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
Homie start switchin’ lanes, I thought we went way back

[Post Hook]
Whew
I can’t get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
If I take a sip, take the rest (rack)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (we in the house)
I can’t get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a Tec (champ)
Stashin’ all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin’ every chain on my neck (go crazy on ’em)
(We in the house)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Look boy, boy don’t believe what’s on your TV
Look boy, don’t you sit close to the TV
Look boy, seeing is believing
Look boy, look boy (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Would it be unlawful (yeah)
To spend this honeymoon in a brothel?
And share pics from the camera
But they’ll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I’m down in the Meadows
Slidin’ down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I’m swimmin’ out that bitch
Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (yeah)
I just built a castle deep (yeah, yeah)
In them trees (yeah)
That’s how I get them backwoods free (yeah, yeah)
This right here some savagery (yeah, yeah)
Bend it back from me (yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me (yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me

[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Woah-ohhh-ohhhh-woah

P-Lo – Template

SF fitted gold grill in
Suzy on the beat watch me kill it
All I do is go up like the ceiling
Curry with the shot watch me shimmy
I ain’t timid
They ain’t heard this in a minute
Real bay boy ain’t no gimmick
Nah I don’t trap
I just hit hoes and make whap
Everytime I’m on it it’s a slap
Yeah
That’s what the hoes say
She take molly with the OJ
Seen yo bitch that’s my old thang
Killed this beat it’s a cold case
Freaky little thing roll the tree up
Send her one text wanna meet up
I don’t get top with my seat up
I hit the recline and
Give the peace sign
[?]
Red Button not the green one
Ultralight how I beam up
Want a hot towel when she clean up
When you a real boy you don’t need much
I can make something outta nada
Lightskin thang call me dada
[?] got a lot of
I ain’t with that shit that you brought up
Yeah they heads what I’m coming for
I’m on the wave while they run the shore
Yeah they want it but I want It more
How you running when I got the torch
Yeah I swear I’m getting started up
Push a button when I start it up
She always tell me that I’m hard as fuck
Pretty thang got me hard as fuck
I wanna see what it do tho
Baby you know
All the hoes wanna kick it like I’m teaching judo
And I’m the sensei
You ain’t one I’m the template

Pitbull – Green Light (feat. Flo Rida & Lunchmoney Lewis)

[Pitbull]
Mister 305!
(Flo-Rida and Lunch Money!)
Three Miami boys, you know what time it is…

Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Give me the green light…!

I got the greenlight mami and you know what that means
That we could do anything, anything that you dream
I wanna make you ooh, ah, until you scream
And I practice what I preach, if you know what I mean
I’mma ride that mami, yeah I got the key and I’mma lock that mami
Yeah, we can roll and I’mma rock that mami
I do what I say and say what I mean, now let me jump in between
I’m getting loose in this thing, like OJ the Juice in this thing
Feeling like Left Eye, boy, I burn the roof in this thing
I got all the women getting naked, feeling like Luke in this thing
Think it’s a game
Now I got the weed lit and the green right
All I need is mami for you to give me the greenlight
So I can run through it like an easy pass
Find the G-spot and step on the gas

[Lunchmoney Lewis]
Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Give me the green light…!

[Flo Rida]
Baby, I got the Midas, I’m Flo-Rida
You know I’m all about that thing
If she ready then I’m ready
Pull up on her with the Chevy
Real talk when that light turn green
(Let go)
Give me what I ask for, I got a passport
Mister international, I hit the airport
If you knew the kind of work that I transport
That Rihanna do me dirt to the crash course
I like to clean this, lean this
I fly to Venus, Flo a Genius, Phoenix
You’ve never seen this, I have a dream this
That 200 on the dashboard, got me fiending
So I’m tryna ride out, hide out
Tide these stripes, indie 500, vibe out
Whyl out, shot out
Beehive, hit the honeycomb

Give me the greenlight
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time
What you waiting for you
You only got one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, let’s go
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
(Right now, right now)
Give me the greenlight

Redlight, greenlight
Everybody take a shot
Redlight, greenlight
Give me everything you got
Redlight, greenlight
Everybody take a shot
Redlight, greenlight
What you waiting for?

Give me the greenlight, oh yeah
Cause I’m ready to go
Let’s have a good time, let’s go
What you waiting for you
You only got one life, one life
And we gon’ live it up
Give me the greenlight, give it to me
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
Cause I’m ready to go, oh, oh, oh
Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh
(Right now, right now…)

(Give me the green light…!)

Choppa Zoe – Okay Okay

[Hook]
I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
Doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

[Verse 1]
He be snitching man he singing, karaoke
It’s ok, I don’t fuck with niggas, no way
I might kill ‘em, then I run off like I’m OJ
In that Bronco, can they catch me? nigga no way
They be hating, boy I get it four ways
I ain’t shit and shaved boy in four days
Cause it’s still kickin’, pushin’, I ain’t Lupe
These niggas worse than bitches, they some groupies

[Hook]
I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
Doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

[Verse 2]
In the hood, know I’m ok ok
Black bottles, we don’t even do the Rosé
I hope you talkin’ money, you approach me
Cause I been on my grizzle since them two ways
Y’all pussys faker than some toupées
Dope proceed to tell me push for two days
In this game, man it’s only going two ways
Up or down, so I want to make it my way

[Hook]
I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
Doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

[Verse 3]
My shawty bad, independent, she a dime
They don’t like her for no reason, that’s a crime
They don’t like me for no reason, that’s a crime
Well motherfuck ‘em ‘cause I’m really doing fine
We getting to the money, let ‘em hate
Grind from the bottom, let ‘em hate
Niggas can’t stop me, let ‘em hate
Cause now we really poppin’, let ‘em hate, ma!!!

[Hook]
I’m doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok
Doing good, ok, ok, ok
They be hating but that’s ok, ok, ok
My bitch bad, yours ok, ok, ok
I’m getting money, they respect it, ok, ok

Tech N9ne – Choosin (feat. Brandoshis) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Aye
With this bimbo, hit this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitch’s info
The top was mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging, but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
‘Cause Tecca N9na, she choosin’

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
‘Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I will at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some class or
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
‘Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Dumbfoundead – Safe

[Intro: Dumbfoundead]
You took me as safe
That was your first mistake
Who said I was safe

[Verse 1: Dumbfoundead]
The other night I watched the Oscars
And the roster of the only yellow men were all statues
We a quarter of the population
There’s a room of fuckin’ 1 percenters laughing at you
Fuck a bamboo ceiling, guess I gotta play the villain
ODB up at the Grammys on the mic
Like “Wu-Tang is for the children!”
Bruce Jenner is woman
OJ was acquitted
Kim K is a hero
The sky is the limit, any minute now
They gonna let an Asian brotha’ get a lead role
Shots fired I’m a reload, never saw this side of Chino
He was always quiet keeping to himself
Never messed with anybody else
That’s the Jonathan that we know

[Hook: Dumbfoundead]
Seems so safe, till one day things go cray
I swear if things don’t change
My actions can’t be blamed, (STAND UP!)
And now you gotta duck!
You know you never gave a fuck!
I came to get my cut! (fuck you, pay me)
You know I never gave a fuck!

[Verse 2: Dumbfoundead]
I ain’t never heard of none y’all fools
I can do whatever every one of y’all do
If I never get a chance
You might see the homie show up on the 5 o’ clock news
You ain’t never seen a yellow boy wild’n yellow boy shinin’ , Sound the alarm I got news
Go ahead and pro-file em’ I ain’t pro-violence
Shhhhh, silence is how yellow boys move
Its been the same ol’ thang, I swear the game don’t change
What you talking bout there ain’t no space
Guess i gotta go and make more space
You know I’m cool as a motherfucker
Chillin’ in the cut hella quiet with the loud pack
Since I’m a cool motherfucker
You think everything is safe till I ask you where the safe at!

[Hook: Dumbfoundead]
Seems so safe, till one day things go cray
I swear if things don’t change
My actions can’t be blamed, (STAND UP!)
And now you gotta duck!
You know you never gave a fuck!
I came to get my cut! (fuck you, pay me)
You know I never gave a fuck!

[Outro: Dumbfoundead]
You took me as safe
That was your first mistake
Who said I was safe

Lil Durk – Rider Chick

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
(?) you how that shit go street nigga
Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
In her DM and I’ll (?) with him
These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
Taught her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

Lil Durk – Rider Chick Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
(?) you how that shit go street nigga
Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
(?), These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
Told her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case his OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

Tech N9ne – Choosin (feat. Brandoshis) letras

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Aye
With this bimbo, get this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitches info
The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging; but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
Cos’ Tecca N9na, she choosin’

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some classic
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Tagged

Tech N9ne – Choosin

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Had a shindig everybody in mi casa
When I was approached by a lady trying to blend me proper
When she asked if I really was the king of the choppers
Bitch, I’m Mufasa

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Aye
With this bimbo, get this indo
Said she wanna give me hella vicious dingo
‘Bout to make the music crescendo
So don’t nobody hear me knock it out with the quickness Kimbo
So I had to get the bitches info
The choppers mental, lovely ladies suck it, stay silento
Resemble monkey wrench though
I don’t need your credentials
We men though
Leave you in light and leave you in limbo
She chose
N9ne I’m impossible to figure and decode
She wanna really welcome me to the freak show
She fuck with the homies, Sav Siccness and Bleezo
She said that both of my homies they gave her the heave ho
But she never had me killin’ it befo’
So I gave her the meat and it was more than Rodigo
She coming to every blur party we throw
(Tim Tebow)
Fakers be oozing illusions
They said they banging; but they moving and grooving
That’s why the ladies want the dude with the fusion
Of indica oil and Keith who’d’n and coolin’
Stuffed and puffed like a Cuban
You trippin’, she left with us
You get bruised and contusions
Used and abused and fooled
Cos’ Tecca N9na, she choosin’

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Aye
Choosin’ me because I make her nod
Wanna eat my dick up like a brat
Ya niggas hope that Tecca N9na rot
They never close enough to get a shot
Cause I be chilling way up at the top
But we never too comfortable and thinking it won’t pop
You can bet that the heaters on my family stay cocked
And my governors ready for the petty who said he hot
‘Cause I beat, beat, beat, beat, beat her
With the d and not D Jeter
Then I found out she a queef skeeter
When I mixed OJ with the Beef-eater
Your girly’s punani it was a deep greeter
Coming at me you’ll be a hit by the peace bleeder
I’m a beast I beat beep and she’s cheater
She want me in her mouth, I would at least feed her
You know the rules of the game
Your bitch just chose me
We can handle this like we got some classic
Get into the gangster shit if you tripping low-key
Women is never nothing to steal
When you making hella bread and you go from here to Brazil
So you gotta know I’m the nigga that she wanna get to for big thrills for real

[Hook: Brandoshis]
Let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
Cause I see you choosing
You know I hold it down
Even though I came a long way from the blocks
Still wave my finger to the cops
I see you like what I got
So let me know if you rolling
Let me know if you down
I see you choosing

Game – F*ck Orange Juice (1992 Album) letras

[Hook]
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
And don’t go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ

[Verse]
White Bronco through the city like El Chapo
I get my dick sucked as I pulled up in Del Taco
It’s the coach, you the presence of the ghost
Nigga say he can outrap me? I DOC his throat, fuck him
Guns, I tuck ’em, bitches I bust ’em
My niggas kidnap kids like Ciara and Russell, uh
That ain’t no future for me, now come and touch mine
Your whole family tree’ll get flatlined
Face off, twin Desert Eagles crack spines
I ain’t joking so keep playing on the batline
This ain’t Gotham, this is Compton nigga
We mix Red Bulls with vodka nigga
We blow chronic and sleep with monsters nigga
Try to be conscious, get left unconscious nigga
And we got rocket launchers nigga
Ain’t never been to Iraq, the government sponsor niggas

[Hook]
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don’t give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don’t give a fuck about OJ
And don’t go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can’t go out like OJ