Kida Kudz – Bounce Lyrics (feat. Wiley)

[Intro: Kida Kudz]
Jigga
Jigga boys
Nasty
Yeah, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do (Uh-huh)
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 1: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that I do
Orobo cannot do
Them jiggas ain’t fly like I do
They ain’t getting to the bag like I do
Bubble, bubble
You nuh we seh pattern when we link up, yeah, yeah
No trouble, trouble
When you see me at the bar to make a drink up yah-hi
Every single girl wanna move
Baby girl, say she in love with the crew
I can never lie, I’m in love with you too
If I was a girl, I’ll be loving me too
Yeah-eh

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 2: Wiley]
Every likkle style that we buss
They wanna try copy us
I don’t wanna another one of fuss
But they tried to leave man across
Top shelf vibe, it’s a must
Don’t get left behind in my dust
Said the only way we climbing is up
We don’t wanna mess nuttin’ up
The style that we bust, runaway ting
When I get a crep, every colourway ting
We ain’t out ‘ere living off the other days win
We just keep it pushing, all my brothers, they’re kings

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 3: Kida Kudz]
And the only way is up
And your gyallie really wanna gimme top
Pull up in a fast car, you know it’s a drop
Playboi Carti, all my jiggas Milly rock
RIP to my niggas I done lost
VIP when we pull up to the spot
We don’t show ID when we pull up in a club
A$AP Rocky, Hallelujah, Praise the Lord

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

Son Kuma – Drink This Lyrics

[Intro]
Drink this one like it’s on me
Drink this one like it’s on me
On me
On me
Drin-Drin-

[Hook: Son Kuma]
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me

[Verse 1: Son Kuma]
Started with a holla, made a nigga pull a
Couple hundred dollars, just so I could pull a
Model with a bottle, that shit’s not my motto
But I know you want a margarita so I’ll
Let you know when I’ll go
Get you up out your clothes
I f**k with you fasho
I’m drunk let’s pour some more
Rosè you say “no way,” why not?
Think I’m ok I can locate my car
Let us go away, leave like romaine ha ha
Turn it opaque, I just poured 8 more shots
Gin and tonic a little chronic to get it get it popping
Grab my wallet, can’t find my phone f**k my life I think I lost it
Here’s my number, was wondering if you think that you could call it
Oh so now I have yours and now you have mine let’s get to talking

[Hook: Son Kuma]
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me

[Verse 2: Son Kuma]
Chop another beat I gotta feed another verse and show these niggas how to stutter when I change my flow
Tripping on a tab, she got me sipping on the flask, I love her way to entertain I let her tame my soul
Locked out her phone cus she gave my code
Shocked cus her brain got me bending my toes
Paid for the drinks and I paid for the things that I bought when I thought being rich got hoes
But she’s not a hoe nigga f**k that shit
Niggas wanna know how to run that shit
Suicidal doors like I cut my wrists
Going on tour cus I wrote my hits
Niggas hating like a little baby or a kid
Throwing up a fit, knowing I’m the shit
Blowing me a kiss get the f**k off my dick
Sorry for the twist now back to the script
I met her at a party, aye
Sipping on Bacardi, aye
Smoking like a Marley, aye
Listening to Playboi Carti, aye
Got game like atari, aye
Exotic like safari, aye
f**k I just forgot her name
Damn it I’m so sorry, wait
Gotta go back to basics
Gotta show love and some patience
Get her lemonade she can chase with
Duck, Duck, Grey Goose, taste it, take it
Fake it till you make it better break a f**king leg
Better grab a f**king keg and repeat just what I said, I said just

[Hook: Son Kuma]
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me
Drink this one like it’s on me
f**k you up bitch what you need
I’ve been stalling you’ve been calling falling for me

Lil Uzi Vert – Sauce It Up (On TRL) (Live)

Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Goin’ dumb, ayy
Where you from, ayy
Throw it up, ayy
I’m one of the greatest to ever do it
Goin’ dumb (hey)
Goin’ nuts (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Lil Uzi Vert
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Going dumb (hey)
Going nuts! (hey)
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Everyday I’m ballin’, so you know I’m scorin’
My fish are imported, my pockets enormous
These niggas keep hatin’, this is their last warning
Met that girl last night, ooh, fucked her through the morning
Um, no no girl, I’m sorry, hangup girl don’t call me
No, no you will not get me caught up all up on Maury
Cash out, make it rain, no game, Atari
Ride me like a Harley, only boy in the party
I was on the phone, yeah with Playboi Carti
Commes des Garçon, hearts all on my cardi’
I was in a Lamb’, Carti he was in a ‘Rari
I’m gon’ keep on flexin’, if you don’t like it then I’m sorry (sorry)
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Okay, big guap chasin’
Big knot havin’
My money stackin’
This shit extravagant (woah)
This for all my niggas
The ones that be traffickin’
All my diamonds African
I might go and matte the Benz
I already had that bitch
Went and got a badder bitch
Persian rug, Alladin shit
Nice foreign hoe like a Latin bitch
I could serve you
Ayy, let me say it one time
Ayy, turn around, baby girl
Let me serve you
Woo, yeah I said that you wet like Squirtle
Yeah, walk around pigeon-toed, got the bird flu (brrr)
And you think you in love, don’t wanna hurt you (woah)
Man I think that I’m done, gotta swerve you
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
I’m so awesome
I’m so awesome
These niggas so mad it’s exhaustin’
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
Sauce it up (ooh)
Do too much (ooh)
Where you from? (ooh)
Throw it up (ooh)
Going nuts (ooh)
Going dumb (ooh)
Lil Uzi Vert

New choppa – Playboi Carti feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – New Choppa

New choppa, new choppa it came with the beam
Actavist pouring up lean
Got Flacko, yeah Rocky, he pass me the bean
I shoot like a king versuri-lyrics.info
All of these knots on my jeans, Alexander of McQueen
Diamonds they lookin’ like ice, I whip the hoe like I’m Ike
Stack up my cash I got height, take advantage of the Sprite
Take the bando bring the hype
We just go hard in the kitchen
Had a catch up with my b*tches
They know that young nigga be living.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
New chaaoppa, new chaaoppa, new choppa, new choppa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the f*ck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New chaaoppa, new choaappa, new chaaoppa, new choaappa.

I roll up an L in the lobby
My partner’s got wops and it’s probably a Glock or a Tommy
From H to the E double hockey sticks
Keep a chopper chop you if you try me b*tch
Let’s see who next on my homi’ list
Carti like, “Rocky you bodied this”, that’s my prerogative
S**t on them, that’s on my potty list
Accused of being boujee by a snobby b*tch
Cops want to ID us, hope they as fast as my Adidas
She say I’m special, that’s obvious
Rich ’cause my ideas run up the racks, for the most part
“I rap,” when they ask what my hobby is
Run it up, not one of them
Rich as f*ck, I’m a hundred up
Swipe, swipe, like I’m on a bus
It’s A$AP and I ain’t wanna rush.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
New choppaaa, new choppa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa
Run it up, run it up, run it up
I ain’t hearing what you say, I ain’t listening what you say
Get the f*ck up out the way, go on let a playa play
New choppa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa, new choppaaa.
Playboi Carti lyrics
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Lil Uzi Vert – Sauce It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Sauce it up, ayy
Goin’ dumb, ayy
Um
Where you from, ayy
Throw it up, ayy
I’m one of the greatest to ever do it
Goin’ dumb (hey)
Goin’ nuts (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Sauce it up (hey)
Lil Uzi Vert
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Throw it up (hey)
Where you from (hey)
Going dumb (hey)
Going nuts! (hey)

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Verse 1]
Everyday I’m ballin’, so you know I’m scorin’
My bitch so important, my pockets enormous
These niggas keep hatin’, this is their last warning
Met that girl last night, ooh, fucked her through the morning
Um, no no girl, I’m sorry, hangup girl don’t call me
No, no you will not get me caught up all up on Maury
Cash out, make it rain, no game, Atari
Ride me like a Harley, only boy in the party
I was on the phone, yeah with Playboi Carti
Commes des Garçon, hearts all on my cardi’
I was in a Lamb’, Carti he was in a ‘Rari
I’m gon’ keep on flexin’, if you don’t like me then I’m sorry (sorry)

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Verse 2]
Okay, big guap chasin’
Big knot havin’
My money stackin’
This shit extravagant (woah)
This for all my niggas
Them ones that be traffickin’
All my diamonds African
I might go and matte the Benz
I already had that bitch
Went and got a badder bitch
Persian rug, Aladdin shit
Nice foreign hoe like a latin bitch
I could serve you
Ayy, let me say it one time
Ayy, turn around, baby girl
Let me serve you
Woo, yeah I said that you wet like Squirtle
Yeah, walk around pigeon-toed, got the bird flu (brrr)
And you think you in love, don’t wanna hurt you (woah)
Man I think that I’m done, gotta swerve you

[Chorus]
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw it up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb
Sauce it up (sauce it up)
Do too much (do too much)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Ain’t enough (ain’t enough)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Throw it up (throw that shit up)
Goin’ nuts (yeah)
Goin’ dumb

[Outro]
I’m so awesome
I’m so awesome
These niggas so bad it’s exhaustin’
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
I swear I’m a stunna like Steve Austin
Sauce it up (ooh)
Do too much (ooh)
Where you from? (ooh)
Throw it up (ooh)
Going nuts (ooh)
Going dumb (ooh)

[Outro]
Lil Uzi Vert

ASAP Ferg – The Mattress Remix (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Playboi Carti, Rich The Kid & Famous Dex) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Psycho gun in the mattress
Grandma pass it and he blast it
I came on your bitch, I’m a savage
She stretchin’ my dick like elastic
She made it disappear like magic
Bed bugs cooked in the mattress
Came along way from the mattress
Used to lay on a rug like Aladdin
Yeah, huh, now I’m like King Tut
You cuffin’ that bitch but she smuttin’
She fucked the whole block, I ain’t bluffin’
Trap Lord meaner than the mug
Wake the niggas up like Folgers in a cup
Tec go buh-buh
Don’t ever let it get fucked up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Did backflips on the mattress
Did mad shit on the mattress
Where the magic happens? On the mattress
Two ratchet fat chicks on the mattress
A nigga stash G’s in the mattress
Fuckin’ all they bitches on the mattress
Bendin’ all these bitches over backwards
LSD and the acid
Roll mad rounds on the mattress
Fuck mad times on the mattress
Only thing in my Margina mattress
‘Cause I (came mad times on the mattress)
King size bed full of ashes
She smoke on my dick and don’t pass it
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
Ass fat but her titty plastic
What can I say, man? I’m a jiggy bastard
Pretty motherfucker, I think I should join a pageant
For the salad, put a hole in his cabbage
(Niggarace, new Versace) ‘Preme or the Palace
Fuckin’ models, I go in schemin’ on the talent
Cover of your favorite magazine and I’m stylin’
Fuck a horse-face bitch, but her body like a stallion
She swing on my dick like she Tarzan
Call me Coach Cartier ’cause I’m ballin’
My stones look deformed like retarded
What’s the name? (Those Balmain?) How you call it?
She suck on my dick while I’m yawnin’
She missin’ the D, now she moanin’
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause)
She top me like top of the mornin’
Niggarace told me to, oh shit
Niggarace told me, give me Rocky
Cause you know it’s Flacko Jodye
Icy papi, while you watchin’, copy, niggas copy copy
I ride down, sloppy toppy
When she love a nigga mane, we them niggas now
International, had em going wild
Trap jumpin’, nigga, block bunkin’ nigga

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 3: Famous Dex & Rich The Kid]
Big bank roll in the mattress (it is)
Bitch bad, make it do a backflip (bitch)
I fuck that bitch, make her hair twist (a-what)
Hunnid band cash in the mattress (what)
Wait, momma said boy "fix that mattress" (uh, mama)
Rich nigga, they gon’ put me on the Forbes list (rich)
I get that money, ain’t boring (what)
I’mma fuck her on the couch while you snorin’ (what)
Wait, I get that money, what happened?
Run up on me, choppa flip ’em like mattress
My bitch fuck her on the cabinet
She can get a mattress, I just shook a bitch, what happened?
Sorry, you lackin’
Bust in her mouth like a nav and she callin’ me captain (Dexter)
Off-White be the jacket (it is)
Fifty-thousand on the backend (yea)

[Verse 4: Playboi Carti]
I fuck that bitch on the mattress
She suck my dick on the mattress
All of my bitches the baddest
(Bad, bad, bad)
I walk in that bitch and the cameras they flashing
I heard you just walked in with catfish
All of my bitches look ah
All of your bitches look average
I fuck that bitch on the mattress
I got the Glock in the mattress
I got the guap on the mattress
What, what, what
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

RAF – Asap Mob feat. Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Asap Mob – RAF

I done came up (yuh)
Bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
Broke nigga, step back (for what?)
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag (yuh)
You don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
What are those? What is that? (for y’all)
Please don’t touch my Raf.
Please don’t touch my Raf.

I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandro Gucci glasses
J.W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
‘Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a nigga keepin’ tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf.

Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Ho, don’t step on my Raf Simons
Do you know how much I’m spendin’?
My closet it worth ’bout a milli
Took the lil’ b***h out the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen
Raf Simons
All kind of crazy colors
Livin’ color
Left wrist, Rollie butters
Maison Margiela my sweater
Mama told me never settle
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em
Got your b***h wanna date him.

Huh? What?
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters (yah)
They be hatin’, I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn
Woo, right with my neighbors (yeah)
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that b***h right with my lightsaber
Woo, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Woo, Raf in my basement (yeah)
Yeah, pass the gas
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, yeah
I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it, yeah
I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it, yeah
Got that Raf all in my basement, yeah
F**k your b***h once I got patience, yeah (yeah)
F**k your b***h once ’cause I’m famous, yeah
Put my side b***h in Marc Jacobs, ayy
Makin’ them plays with my label
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table.

Sterling silver lasers (yessir)
Rubies red, my skin too black to blush
This b***h too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain’t on the Gram, Wizard of OZ
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese, see the porcelain
Xans and water, see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin’ on the.. floor, b***h
Flame thrower in it, in it
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement, they glued
I’m two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
I cover my face and I’m bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two, two, two, two, yeah
Please don’t touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass, Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands, ready
Please don’t touch my bag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Shirt off, I’m cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don’t pop my taggg.

Asap Mob lyrics
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Lil Wayne – In Tune We Trust Lyrics

Lil Wayne – In Tune We Trust Lyrics

Lil Wayne brings us four new tracks including his “Magnolia Freestyle.” Since we still have no release date for Tha Carter V, Lil Wayne dropped four new songs for fans today to revel over until it might see the light of day.

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Take a listen to the four new tracks including Weezy’s take on Playboi Carti’s hit, “Magnolia” as well as a slew of features including Young Jeezy on “Firework” and Jay Jones, Hoody Baby as well as Euro.

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Lil Wayne – In Tune We Trust Lyrics

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We so proud of him – Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – We so proud of him

Oohhh girl look at him, ooh girl look at him
Feel like Pac and them (I’m so proud of him)
Feel like God and them
I’m so proud of him, we so proud of him
I’m so proud of him, we so proud of him.

Ooh girl look at him, ooh girl look at him (okay)
Ooh girl look at him
You can’t get like him, can’t you dress like him?
You can’t move like him, you can’t do like him
You ain’t real crew then, ooh, how you shoot with them?
How you move with them? How you true to them?
Where the f*ck were you like last year?
Yeah we do to them, might shoot at them (pew, pew, pew)
Ooh, get rude with them, oh, you due to them
Who the f*ck is them? My b*tch partied there
Who invited you? I can’t lie to you?
Yo’ hoe in my ear versuri-lyrics.info
I’m inside in her, I’ma slide in her
ICYTWAT, Mexiko, how I started, yeah
Kill ’em with yo’ ad-lib, ooh, yeah yeah yeah
I got lots of bags, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah yeah, ooh
I got lots of cash, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah yeah, ooh
I get on a b*tch, eat it up, ooh, for breakfast
I got lots of b*tches, on my phone, they from Texas
And we got that tech, from that Texas, so we ready
So I keep that strap, for your b*tch, and I’m ready
Give me Becky (and she going) , I won’t telly
In my telly, ooh ooh, and she tellin’ (what she tellin’?)
I get b*tches, I want sloppy, she got sloppy
Oh my Goddy, that’s a shame, Oh my Goddy
In the lobby, ooh ooh, off the molly, ooh ooh
Hoe we rolling, ooh ooh, don’t try to spot me, ooh ooh
See these diamonds? I feel like Rocky
I’m so cocky, I got thotties
And they ready, and they going, they on go
Don’t call my phone when you see young Carti go (when you see me go)
And you see young Carti go.

We so proud of himmm. (x3)
Playboi Carti lyrics
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ASAP Mob – Raf (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Playboi Carti, Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert & Frank Ocean)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I done came up (yuh)
Bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
Broke nigga, step back (what)
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag (yuh)
You don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
What are those? What is that? (For y’all)
Please don’t touch my Raf (Please don’t touch my Raf)
Please don’t touch my Raf (what)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I’m racked up like rappers
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Get knocked out on camera
Squeeze pump like asthma
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Might invest into some Raf shares
Lil niggas still share Raf
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
Rick Owens be the tag
Do the digital dash
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Bought a Kris Van Assche
Alessandra Gucci glasses
W. Anderson collab
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Yeah she drop it on the bag
I’ma buy another bag
‘Cause she always bring it back
Yeah you know how to make it last
Plus a nigga keepin’ tabs
I’ma fly first class
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Do you know how much I’m spendin’? (Woo)
My closet it worth ’bout a milli (Yeah, yeah)
Took the lil’ bitch to the runway
Now she naked in the kitchen (Ooh)
Raf Simons (Aye)
All kind of crazy colors (Aye, aye)
Livin’ color (Colors)
Left wrist, Rollie butter (Ice)
Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)
Momma told me never settle (Momma)
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em (Raf)
Got your bitch wanna date him (Ooh)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Huh? Wait
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
I swear to God these niggas be haters
They be hatin’, I feel all the vapors
Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn
Ooh, right with my neighbors
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Hit that bitch right, I’m with my Life Savers
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Ooh, Raf in my basement
Yeah pass the gas
Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Yeah, got that Raf all in my basement
Yeah, fuck these bitches once I got patience
Yeah, fuck these bitches once ’cause I’m famous
Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs
Ayy, makin’ them plays with my label
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table

[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]
Sterling silver lasers (yessir)
Rubies red,my skin too black to blush
This bitch too rare to bust
Seen her in the iPhone pages
This ain’t on the Gram, Wizard of OZ
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Say cheese, see the porcelain
Xans and water, see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin’ on the.. floor, bitch
Flame thrower in it, in it
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Stuck to the pavement, they glued
I’m two-point-five million a venue
And twenty-five hundred a tooth
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
I cover my face and I’m bloody
That Spring/Summer 2002
Two, two, two, two, yeah
Please don’t touch my Raf
Sleep Pendergrass, Teddy
Sleep with the Teddy
Quick with the hands, ready
Please don’t touch my bag
Please don’t touch my Raf
Shirt off, I’m cam ready
Deadstock in memory
Please don’t pop my tag

Woke up like this – Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

Know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar
I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
“f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh I think they like me, that she like me
The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
Woke up like this.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
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