Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Blacc Zacc – Lose My Mind (feat. Money Man) (Dirty Money Power Respec Album)

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Selling all these damn bricks, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time
Selling all these damn zips, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, then you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time

[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
Ain’t got no time, I’m impatient
For my neck and my bracelet
Slug [?] 31
Like I play for the Pacers
.223s, Reggie Miller
Stomp you in some Margielas
I got choppers, they’re metal
I ain’t worried ’bout my rebels
Basic bitch used to play me
Now I ball on the daily
And my bitches are dimes
But all my nines be my fragrance
I be styling and dripping
I be smoking and sipping
She be calling me, tripping
You watch your mouth, get some business
I got snow like Mount Everest
Got them cookies, my preference
[?] like the [?]
Got rich and they jealous
Get [?] from Benjis
And Ferraris and Bentleys
Gotta walk with extensions
‘Cause one day, they might tempt me
56 to a quarter-P
Young nigga got the recipe
Hundred rounds on the .223
Chopper kick like Bruce Lee
Chopper hit like Bruce Wayne
Oh, they mad ’cause I do my thing
JJ gone and still bring pain
Trapping the rap game, no Cain

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Selling all these damn bricks, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time
Selling all these damn zips, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, then you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time

[Verse 2: Money Man]
Wearing Margielas, stepping on a key
Roll up my sleeves, about to wear a P
He not the plug, who the fuck is he?
I got the trapping shit to a science
I just dropped this bill to the client
[?] plug at the [?]
J’s had them going along the tractor trailer
Just bought a couple drums for the haters
Walking dispensary, I got different flavors
I go to Cali, [?]
I go to Denver, girls, they gonna cater
I keep a chopper for niggas who crazy
I [?] nigga couldn’t save her
Unless y’all the fucking nigga like [?]
I brought the draco with me just to [?]
I could tell the wolves gone, had to eat them
These niggas petty, they ain’t trying to win
Should got a heart of OG Zen
That ain’t the money muddy, that’s a [?]
I’m a [?] nigga [?]
I turned like $50 cash into a M
He fuck around and I’ma shoot at him
They fuck around and I’ma shoot at them
Just hit the truck driver out west
Find me a great plug, I was blessed
My only goal was to get a check
Car had a sit-down with the connect
Secrets so low, you niggas can’t believe it
Just flew to San Fran for a meeting
Just so the dollar bill [?]
Just for some fire OG and a blunt

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Selling all these damn bricks, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time
Selling all these damn zips, I might lose my mind
Ain’t nobody gave me shit, I had to grind, grind, grind
You can’t sacrifice this shit, then you won’t need your shine
Fuck it, will flip my whole wrist ’cause I don’t needs the time

French Montana – Bring Dem Things Lyrics ft. Pharrell Williams

French Montana – Bring Dem Things Lyrics ft. Pharrell Williams

[Intro: Pharrell Williams, French Montana, & Harry Fraud]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Mane, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a secret to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

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[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

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[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Cîroc French Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

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French Montana – Bring Dem Things Lyrics ft. Pharrell Williams

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Mon bebe – Jok’air paroles

Paroles Jok’air – Mon bebe

C’est toi la meilleure
Avant d’te connaître, je consommais que la chair, me poser me f’sait peur
Oui j’étais dans l’erreur
Avant que tu switches dans mon cœur, comme un shot de Reggie Miller
Tu m’dis qu’si ces négros veulent me voir mort
Ils doivent te passer sur le corps
Si j’suis souvent parano sur les bords, c’est parce que mes ennemis m’attendent derrière la porte
Si je faiblis, je t’en prie, reste forte
J’te f’rai la passe pour remonter le score.(mon bebe)

Oh, mon bébé
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé
Faire ma vie sans toi, il est hors de question
Tu m’connais comme ta poche, j’te connais comme mon tiekson
J’veux qu’tu portes mes soucis, mon glock et mon fiston
T’en as plus dans le string que j’en ai dans l’caleçon
Si ces chiens m’attrapent, bébé, paies la rançon
Puis j’éviterai l’poste et passons au caisson
Oh, mon bébé
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé à moi
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé à moi
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé à moi
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé à moi
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé à moi
Si ces chiens m’attrapent, bébé, paie la rançon
Puis j’éviterai l’poste passons au caisson
Oh, mon bébé versuri-lyrics.info
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé à moi
Oh, mon bébé
Oh, mon bébé, oh mon bébé
Oh, mon bébé, yeahhh.

Protège mes arrières quand je gère nos affaires
J’ai d’l’amour à te donner et de la monnaie à faire
On s’est fait du mal tout les deux, nos p’tits cœurs ont souffert
Mais on n’change pas une équipe qui gagne, on n’accepte pas la défaite
Notre duo fait la paire, dans la galère, tu fais moins ta fière
Nous sortir d’la merde, c’est tout c’que j’espère
Au nom du fils, au nom du père
Quand on fait l’amour tout les deux, c’est super
Tu m’illumines quand j’éteins la lumière.

Oh, mon bébé
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé à moi
Faire ma vie sans toi, il est hors de question
Tu m’connais comme ta poche, j’te connais comme mon tiekson
J’veux qu’tu portes mes soucis, mon glock et mon fiston
T’en as plus dans le string que j’en ai dans l’caleçon
Si ces chiens m’attrapent, bébé, paie la rançon
Puis j’éviterai l’poste passons au caisson
Oh, mon bébé
Oh, mon bébé, mon bébé à moi
Oh, mon bébé
Oh, mon bébé, oh mon bébé
Oh, mon bébé, yeahhh.
Jok’air paroles
Video bebe

French Montana – Bring Dem Tings (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams & French Montana]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Maybe, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a sicken to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

FRENCH MONTANA – Bring Dem Things lyrics

When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and diamonds
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Maybe, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
[?] you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a sicken to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be [?], I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I be [?] nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
Gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: French Montana]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and diamonds
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback [?]
White villa from crack dealing
Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
[?] on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: French Montana]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and diamonds
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

Young Thug – WTF You Doin Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Quavo]
Yeah
YSL, Migos, s’geddit
DJ Durel!
Migos, Jeffrey
Man we gotta gotta go, we gon’ go go
Gon’ go brazy on this bitch, let’s get it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma go hit him in the leg, have the nigga try to run
I done got a little richer, all a nigga pockets Big Pun
I just got a Reggie Miller and the motherfucker one of one
I just got another bitch pregnant and my bitch say she leavin’
Now she stayin’, now she goin’
What the fuck a nigga doin’?
What the fuck they prop-pursuin’?
And my mama say I’m good
But my bitch say that I’m ruined
Yeah, nigga fuck the police
Black and white house, Belly
Black bitch tall like Keesh
Gon’ pass the rock right to me, I’ma score (swish!)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
What the fuck a bitch doin’
Call Will Smith cause the cash I’m pursuin’
Call Cam Newton hit a nigga call with the Uzi, cool it
Drinkin’ on fluid, cup full of mud no sewage
I put the bitch in the movie
Duke put the dope in her coochie
Who this nigga think he foolin’ (who)
Young nigga act a fool with ’em (ayy)
They don’t know what do with ’em
Don’t know me cause you went to school with ’em
Slime told me don’t bool with ’em
Baow, graow the tool gon’ get ’em (baow!)
Choppers and pistols, my nigga dismiss ’em
I like to fuck bitches but nah I can’t kiss her
Damn, I need me a babysitter
I serve the niggas some kitty litter
Takin a phone for the issues
Nah, we can’t take a picture (flash)
I double park a new Fisker
They callin’ me Quavo the fisher
Mister Huncho official (huncho)
I blow a check like a whistle

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma go hit him in the leg, have the nigga try to run
I done got a little richer, all a nigga pockets Big Pun
I just got a Reggie Miller and the motherfucker one of one
I just got another bitch pregnant and my bitch say she leavin’
Now she stayin’, now she goin’
What the fuck a nigga doin’?
What the fuck they prop-pursuin’?
And my mama say I’m good
But my bitch say that I’m ruined
Yeah, nigga fuck the police
Black and white house, Belly
Black bitch tall like Keesh
Gon’ pass the rock right to me, I’ma score (swish!)

[Verse 2: Duke]
I’m gonna hit ’em in the head, pussy nigga can’t think no more
I just wanna fuck and get some head, hell nah can’t cape them hoes
Pour a whole pint of the red and I can not drink it no more
She suck my dick til’ I’m dead, I just be plankin’ on hoes
Throw all my money in hunnids, call up the bank on these hoes
Red bottoms on a bad bitch
Don’t shop nowhere but at Saks Fifth
Walk around with the Draco
And they gon’ shoot when I say so
Stack up the hunnids like Lego
I got some gangsters and there he go
Pulled up in a Wraith (skrrt)
Damn, you should have seen they face
Diamonds they blind ’em like mace
I just wanna fuck her then nut on her face
Damn, today been a hell of a day
Three different states in a day
Young nigga steady gettin’ paid
Your nigga he broke, he make minimum wage

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma go hit him in the leg, have the nigga try to run
I done got a little richer, all a nigga pockets Big Pun
I just got a Reggie Miller and the motherfucker one of one
I just got another bitch pregnant and my bitch say she leavin’
Now she stayin’, now she goin’
What the fuck a nigga doin’?
What the fuck they prop-pursuin’?
And my mama say I’m good
But my bitch say that I’m ruined
Yeah, nigga fuck the police
Black and white house, Belly
Black bitch tall like Keesh
Gon’ pass the rock right to me, I’ma score

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
What the fuck these niggas doin’
More racks, drop a sack at the jeweler
Foreign ride, but your boyfriend a loser
Bust down Rollie, straight out the cooler
I fucked your bitch, make a movie
Model turned to a groupie
This lil’ stripper got hit with the boot
And we came from the bottom, throwin’ money out the roof
Rich nigga I done flooded my fingers
Bet they gon’ hate when you make it
Trap still jumpin’ like 2 3
Fuck the judge, ain’t coppin’ a plea
Play with the keys like Stevie
Trap or Die, now I’m livin’ like Jeezy
Lamborghini and I’m whippin’ it easy
Walk around pockets cheesy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I’ma go hit him in the leg, have the nigga try to run
I done got a little richer, all a nigga pockets Big Pun
I just got a Reggie Miller and the motherfucker one of one
I just got another bitch pregnant and my bitch say she leavin’
Now she stayin’, now she goin’
What the fuck a nigga doin’?
What the fuck they prop-pursuin’?
And my mama say I’m good
But my bitch say that I’m ruined
Yeah, nigga fuck the police
Black and white house, Belly
Black bitch tall like Keesh
Gon’ pass the rock right to me, I’ma score (swish!)

Iggy Azalea – Team (Digital Distortion Album)

Iggz
Look, turn me up, break the knob right
I get dressed like it’s prom night
I feed them lemons in the limelight
They say I’m full, lost my appetite?
(Hell nah) Keep on pushing like a dealer (say what?)
(Hell nah) Keep on shooting, Reggie Miller (say what?)
(Hell nah) Go and give ’em all the finger
You gotta set the score right, call it Hans Zimmer
My time wherever I go
I took a chance like I’m from Chicago
Hundred-plus in that Murcielago
‘Bout to go ape, hey, yurn it to the cango

Baby, I got me
Baby, I got me
And that’s all I need
Yeah, that’s all I need
Baby, I got me
Only friend, by me
Playing on my team
Is someone like

Me, baby, no way
Watch me while I do my thing
Oh, baby, no way
Are you fucking with the team?

Outchea, pronto
Hit ’em with the dose, that’s a combo
Running through ya block, no fumble
‘Bout to kill ’em all, where the shovel?
See, I gotta go for mine
Ben-ja-jammin’, that money on my mind
Jamaican club, I’m stayin’ on the grind
Dutty wine, don’t step on this land mine
Ven aqui, andele
You tryna take flight, do what I say
Hundred-plus volts on the highway
Watch a new Kardash’, call me Kylie

Baby, I got me
Baby, I got me
And that’s all I need
Yeah, that’s all I need
Baby, I got me
Only friend, by me
Playing on my team
Is someone like

Me, baby, no way
Watch me while I do my thing
Oh, baby, no way
Are you fucking with the team?

Are you workin’ with some cash here, cash here?
Hundred-thousand on the dash yeah, dash yeah
All the ladies shake it fast yeah, fast yeah
Now vogue on that ass, yep, yeah we in here

Are you workin’ with some cash here, cash here?
Hundred-thousand on the dash yeah, dash yeah
All the ladies shake it fast yeah, fast yeah
Now vogue on that ass, yep, yeah we in here

Baby, I got me
Baby, I got me
And that’s all I need
Yeah, that’s all I need
Baby, I got me
Only friend, by me
Playing on my team
Is someone like

Me, baby, no way
Watch me while I do my thing
Oh, baby, no way
Are you fucking with the team?

Are you fuckin’ with the team?
(Are you fuckin’ with the team?)
(Are you fuckin’ with the team?)