Wiz Khalifa – Chappelle’s Show Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
No matter which way it goes, y’all be the rookies, we pros
I always stay on my toes
You smell the kush on my clothes
A real boss never folds or show the cards that he holds
I’m with my squad getting stoned
Or with your broad getting dome
A couple cars, couple homes off of the bars I composed
Speaking of composure, I keep it and I keep my team closer
Niggas need to keep their mouths shut, closure
If we don’t eat then what’s the outcome? Vultures
A pound of weed, you’ll never see me without one
Always lowkey, you hardly see me in town
But if you do I’m trying to smoke a zip if you down
We came up together but we different somehow
Think I figured it out
They don’t do shit, lil niggas just running their mouth
How do I say this shit without hating?
You built your crib on weak foundation
And forgot that you gotta live in that house

[Verse 2: AD]
Paid in full like Money Mitch, got a brick to sell
Lot hated the progress, I still wish them well
That lil nigga from Compton pray for a wishing well
Now I’m menaging with SZA, drinking white [?]
And [?] but never kiss and tell
Crap table in Vegas more than a Chippendales
I hear ’em plotting, nowadays I never get compelled
Fuck your couch, I’m Rick James like it’s a skit, Chappelle
Beating on the table, I’m grindin’ like it’s Clipse for real
I want gas rather pump, taking trips to Shell
Getting good brain, yeah that noggin could’ve went to Yale
Keep it silent when we beefing but that clip’ll yell
Shipping KK overseas til they strip the mail
Ride Clinton presidential, could’ve cripped with Bill
Or get that Scott from Gil
If you know what I mean, yeah

Mir Fontane – This Life Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You used to be my baby but lately, I can’t stand you
How you do me wrong, do me dirty, then act brand new
I don’t care about ya new nigga, he a fan too
Putting up your guard when I really understand you
I know you want wedding rings and diamonds
Racks in ya Chanel bag, heart eyes in your comments
Girl, I can make it alright like Carl Thomas
Lemme change your life, can’t you see the youngin’ shining
I knew I would be rich before these labels tried to sign me
I just stick to weed ’cause Lean just make a nigga groggy
Used to be a broke boy, now these haters wanna rob me
Niggas aiming at my meatball, guess I’m just too saucy
$outh$ide. $outh$ide. $outh$ide
That’s exactly where you’ll find me
I done seen that dope turn a bad bitch into a zombie
Yo’ girl vegetarian but stay on my salami
Niggas throwing shots, what’s local buzz to a tsunami

[Chorus]
This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
It ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody
Girl, This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
Man, this shit ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
I don’t give a f**k about yo’ squad or where you came from
I just spit that crack, I spit that coke like I’m Rick James’ son
I got funny feelings, funny feelings ‘bout these new guys
Last time that I wasn’t 10 toes down I got 2-timed
I come from the side where they shoot and don’t care who dies
f**k yo’ crew size, I seen niggas switch a few times
Pick ‘n choose sides, you got drive but don’t know who ride
I might be poolside getting high like a balloon ride
I switch the flow when I wanna, pussy, money, marijuana
I still got juice like Arizona, I ain’t gotta stand on no corner
Remember when they killed my nigga, got me scared to pick the phone up
Since a child I’ve been a grown-up, the city cold, wipe ya nose up
Ayy, but I’m from the ends, I learned it all on the ends
Yeah, said we better as friends, girl now we not even friends
But you know just where you can find me, look at my bitch that’s a body
I got them hits like karate, you ain’t really believe me when I said:

[Chorus]
This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
It ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody
Girl, This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
Man, this shit ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, yeah yeah

Blueface – Close Up Lyrics

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[Intro: Jeremih]
Oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh
Mally Mall
All summer, doing numbers

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Yeah, get it closer (Woo)
Bro toast up, we sauce up
Smoke more blunts and she show somethin’ (Yeah)
Party hard, I ain’t never gave no fucks (No fucks)
In the section with my bro, gettin’ litty (Woo)
She want both of us, double dose us (Go)
Side hoes I ain’t never gave no fucks (Never)
Drop top in the winter, nigga who goes up

[Post-Chorus: Jeremih]
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll

[Verse 1: Blueface]
Yeah aight
Is we rockin’, is we rollin’? (Rock and rollin’)
Tryna take a trip to an island (To the islands)
She gon’ arrive in departures soon as I land
Huh, here, put this Glock in that Birkin (In that Birkin)
She think I’m cheatin’ every time a nigga workin’ (I’m really workin’)
Bitches payin’ out they purse to see me in person (In person)
I’m gettin’ paid but I ain’t really workin’ (It’s workin’)
Need that back-end soon as I back in (Back in)
I like a bad bitch that come with bad friends (Bad friends)
Baby give good head like Excedrin (Excedrin)
Put your glass in the air if you with your best friend (Go best friend)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Yeah, get it closer (Woo)
Bro toast up, we sauce up
Smoke more blunts and she show somethin’ (Yeah)
Party hard, I ain’t never gave no fucks (No fucks)
In the section with my bro, gettin’ litty (Woo)
She want both of us, double dose us (Go)
Side hoes I ain’t never gave no fucks (Never)
Drop top in the winter, nigga who goes up

[Post-Chorus: Jeremih]
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She’s something else, got me goin’
Actress how she put on a show (Actress how she put on a show)
Shawty got that ass from her mama (Shawty got that ass from her mama)
Rick James, stand on the sofa (Rick James, stand on the sofa)
Make it wobble, 5-0-4 (Make it wobble, 5-0-4)
I got her wet so I backstroke (I got her wet so I backstroke)
Paper cuts and still I’m thumbin’ (Paper cuts and still I’m thumbin’)
I hope you got a camera for stuntin’ (I hope you got a camera for stuntin’)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
Yeah, get it closer (Woo)
Bro toast up, we sauce up
Smoke more blunts and she show somethin’ (Yeah)
Party hard, I ain’t never gave no fucks (No fucks)
In the section with my bro, gettin’ litty (Woo)
She want both of us, double dose us (Go)
Side hoes I ain’t never gave no fucks (Never)
Drop top in the winter, nigga who goes up

[Post-Chorus: Jeremih]
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll
Party, let’s roll

G-Eazy – Bang Lyrics

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[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Why so serious? I’m never fuckin’ around
These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin’ the ground
Plane Jane Patek I’m never bustin’ it down
Flagrant as fuck, I’m never toning it down (Yeah)
Oh, you big mad?
Why you chasin’ a chick that I been had?
Took your dream girl down, yeah, I did that
Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that
Believe me, my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee)

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Winners win)
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up (Yeah)
Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (Woo)
It’s game time, put me in, I’m suited up
Bitch, I’m good enough (Yeah), I don’t need the luck (Yeah)
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (Ah)
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
The proof’s in the income, I ain’t gotta prove it (No)
She got a man, nigga, I ain’t stupid
But the way you work that body, you gon’ have to lose it
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (Yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (Ayy)

[Chorus: Tyga]
I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Ayy)
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains (Big dog)
And I need a super freak like Rick James (Ayy)
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang (Come on)
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Yeah, talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain, oh my god, I’m so pricey
Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
When she throw it back, she like, “Papi, don’t bite me”
Yeah, make her bend down
She ‘gon let me clip when I’m in town
Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
10k a month, Hell’s Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)
L.A. to New York, Bicoastal
I’m international, not local
A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals
If you ain’t talkin’ bags, then I’m antisocial, be gone

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game
I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang

Curren$y – Plan Of Attack Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I came for the dough, you came for the hoes
We ain’t on the same thing
You got side bitches attracted to bus times
You got [?] noticing plane [?]
She paid me for all the gang that I gave her
That’s simple and plain
Mama, I put you on like some [?]
I can put you on, carve you out a lane
A avenue to go get paid
Big lights on the centre stage
Got a duffle bag full of paper
Cross the bag sea like a 12 gauge
Now I lay it down, lay it down whenever the G’s around
I set them a pile that’s on the ground
Then I step off into the town

[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

[Verse 2]
My niggas, they my niggas
Stayed my brothers, never turned my back on ’em
King shit, yeah, Machiavelli
Sure to the sure, no black on ’em
Got a hood bitch who head so good
I can’t front, I had to double back on her
Dope boy, a real dope boy
You see [?], I spit crack on it
Puff that, pass that
Even though the doctor say it’s bad for me
Mama said I’m hard headed
Had to take a chance for that cash money
Crashed on me, knocked me
Hit the plug, guarded me a three piece
Smoke ash, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules
Trapstar gone getting on a mission
Motherfucker waiting for it
No fronts, pay up front, cold world
Nana say she praying for me
Wrist game, sick man, whip game, make that bounce
I’m rich, bitch, Rick James
For the pain smoke me a ounce

[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

[Verse 3]
On a creek, keep quiet
Real niggas move in silence
All my niggas out here wilin’
We in the streets steady mobbin’
Super villain, I’m a problem
Lil fuck boys don’t want no problems
Hating on me ’cause a nigga shining
Chain got the water, wet diamonds
Couldn’t get a bag with ’em
Now I’m touching bands on my own without ’em
All my hoes done got finer
Loud packs done got louder
Bust up like scarface
First you get the money then the power
Making racks every hour
Real nigga, never been a coward
I got the juice like Bishop
Call my haters up if there’s a issue
Ain’t shit for me to push up on you
Set check you with the pistol
In the kitchen with the cook up
Residue on the dishes
Garbage bag full of money
Counting hundreds up, getting to the riches

[Chorus]
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at
We’ll put them haters on your back
Haters’ll never get through all that
Checking them tracks, collecting my racks
And planning the tax wherever you at, nigga
We’ll be on a vacation
And you’ll be nervous, hyperventilating

Logic – Everybody Dies Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, fuck that shit

[Chorus]
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
(You are watching a master–)
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, we came up from the basement

[Verse 1]
Grew up broke as fuck, rich folks was adjacent
Maryland, starin’ out the window for motivation
I remember lil Bobby, lil B
Man I wish I could be a dog in a rich family
Oh how nice would that shit be, my life a catastrophe
Now my shit a masterpiece, No Limit like Master P
Now I am the master, see, that’s the way it has to be
My life is a movie, I’m so glad God casted me
I am not top ten, more like top three
I am not two ’cause nobody could top me
Get the pussy wet like Jodeci, you know it’s me
I can’t seem to put my finger on it like a rotary
But something’s missin’ from the game, when I’m gone, oh it’s me
I feel sorry for these rappers comin’ up, what was me
I just took a hiatus and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
‘Cause I’m sittin’ on five, unreleased albums
Greatest of all time, no lyin’, that’s the outcome
I do it for the boom bap, the trap and the radio
Fuck a fake fan, step into me, try to play me ho
I make music for every genre, every occasion
Ma shit is amazin’, I’m blazin’, it’s insane
Going crazy in the gym, going in gains
Had a lot of dark nights, but bitch I been Bane
I was born in the darkness like Rick James
Bitch, sippin’ scotch with Chappelle after the Grammys
Said them countries wasn’t shit holes, they prolly want to ban me
‘Cause I say the shit that others won’t, prolly can’t stand me (uh)
Like the rappers claim to hate me, but they stan me
I said these rappers claim to hate me, but they motherfucking stan me
They hate what I represent, but bitch I am me
They hate what I represent, but bitch I am me
There’s nothin’ but legendary shit that be goin’ on, the phenomenal

[Chorus]
You are watching a master– at work
This what you all been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, we came up from the basement

[Verse 2]
I got my rap, and I got my gat, gotta get my pack, but I won’t bust back
Unless I need is with greed I lead this world by example with ample
Education, my lyricism is here to imprison your vision
The fallacy society has rejected, I’m here to protect it
Everybody dies in this world we live in, but not everybody tries, but everybody lies
You can’t take, take money with you when you die so spend it and don’t look back like an addict in recovery
But also don’t blow it, you know, and don’t be a coward, but don’t be too heroic
Live your life to the fullest, don’t push it or pull it
Don’t murder others ’cause you disagree with their beliefs
We all the same underneath
I had some shit I had to get off of my chest in that first verse
But this verse come first when it comes to importance of message
Do what you love, do what you love, do what–, do what–, do what you love
Don’t do it, do it, do it, for society
Break free from the cycle, don’t be scared to walk like Michael on the moon
Rattpack, beat up the tune so much more, it’s comin’ soon
Yeah I’ve been goin’, I’m already knowin’, Bobby be flowin’
Shit get around like a woman, my body been growin’, my mind been growin’
I’m already know it I’m gon’ die one day, you gon’ die one day, we all ‘gon die one day
God already got the date set, so live your life, live yo life
Yeah you live it, that’s a fact, because if you don’t live it in the end you gon’ be filled with regret

[Chorus]
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
You are watching a master at work
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement
This what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin’ for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years of runnin’, yeah we came up from the basement

[Outro]
You are watching a ma– master at work
Logic

WHOAA – No One lyrics

Hook
No one’s gonna love you the way I do
Nobody
No one’s gonna love you the way I do
Nobody

1st Verse (Ring)
The kind of love you’ll never get enough of
That’s what I have for you
So when you need good lovin’ you can call on me
And I’ll be there to fill your every need

Hook
No one’s gonna love you the way I do
Nobody
No one’s gonna love you the way I do
Nobody

2nd Verse -(Ring)
Rate my love from 1 to 10
And I’m sure you would give it 12
Cause the intensity’s so great that you won’t hesitate
You rush to be with me again, so, whoa

Rap – (Dolla)
Uhhhhh
What It’s hitting for?
She got a body and I own it, not a Rental
Bangin’ like Bugatti, Mazarati like it’s Prince Folk
Pull off in her Rari, got me growing like Gizmo
And I Chhhh (Cut) Like a Ginzu
Popping and dropping she pop it like the rent’s due
I’m all off the topic but you’re the one I’m into
I love you like I’m mental but Meant to be senti-mental
I got you, and You Got Me
And we coming down bumping that Makaveli
E-40 Fonzarelli got me Flowing like I’m Nelly
Outkast, Mo Thug, watching on some Belly
In the Telli with my baby and there ain’t no telling
Will I love her? Will I miss her? And that’s what she be yelling
For that atl, sos band type Ishhhh
That New Tina Marie, Rick James they ain’t ready for whoaa

Hook
No one’s gonna love you the way I do
Nobody
No one’s gonna love you the way I do
Nobody
Bridge (Ring & Dolla)
I got you, And You Got Me
And there’s nobody that can do Like I do
I Got You, And you got me
And there’s nobody that can do like we do

Pusha T – Lost In The World (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
People looked at me differently and they knew I was with somebody. I didn’t have to wait in the line at bakery on Sunday mornings anymore for fresh bread. The owner knew who I was with and he’d come from around the counter. No matter how many people were waiting, I was taken care of first. Our neighbors didn’t park in our driveway anymore, even though we didn’t have a car. I mean at 13, I was making more money than most of the grownups in the neighborhood. I mean I had more money than I could spend. I had it all!

[Chorus]
I’m up in the woods
I’m down on my mind
I’m building a still
To slow down time

I’m lost in the world
I’m down on my line
I’m new in the city
And I’m down for the night
Down for the night
Said shes down for the night

I’m lost in the world
I’m down on my line
I’m new in the city
And I’m down for the night
Down for the night
Said shes down for the night

[Verse]
Look at my situation, I couldn’t ask for more
I’m the real Situation, I should be on Jersey Shore
Look what that kilo sent me
That Porsche is key less entry
That girl is high and drunk, I swear the rest is elementary
We found a superfreak, no, she won’t know what hit her
I’m on my Rick James, minus the beads and glitter
You’ve got to beg my pardon, this shit here is money talking
You don’t get good dick too often, I’mma have you funny walking
See that shit I pull up parking, make your neck snap the fuck off and
Damn, too late you lost it, back to that world you lost in
Back to that world you lost in

[Bridge]
I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind
(Run from the lights, run from the night)
I’m new in the city, but I’m down for the night
(Run for your life, down for the night)
I’m lost in the world, been down my whole life
I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night
Down for the night
Down for the night

Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?

[Outro]
I’m lost in the world, been down my whole life
I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night
Down for the night
Down for the night
I’m lost in the world, been down my whole life
I’m new in the city, and I’m down for the night
Down for the night
Down for the night

[produced by: Kanye West]

BROCKHAMPTON – GOLD lyrics

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me llamo Roberto
Y ésta es mi cadena

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
Rock the boat like a one-eyed pirate
Rick James, I get glitter on my eyelids
2 A.M., 85 on the highway
Whole world get a little misguided
Where the spotlight? Put me in the spotlight
Trust no one that put you in the wrong light
High scream when I hit her with the long pipe
Mmm, ice cream when I hit her with the sweet thang
Do my thing, no, I do not do speaking
Get my shot, point it out like Ruth, man
I’ma win a bitch and I got a mood swing
I’m the realest, bitch, now I got a mood swing
I got bipolar confidence
Wake up like “shit” then I feel like the shit
So I guess I’m the shit
Yeah, guess I’m the shit

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann & Merlyn Wood]
Grab life by the horns when I whip the Lambo
Black on red like I whip the sambo
Clip’s so long it’ll make you mambo
Watch you tango, dutty wine
She grind on my dick like a hundred times
Shawty love me long when I grip her sides
And slip inside like a Slip ‘N Slide
My electric eel do electric slide but—
I just wanna feel the booty
All on me, all on me, all on me
Make it slow clap like Rudy!
All on me, all on me, all on me
I just wanna feel on your booty
Grab the camcorder, we can make it a movie
Bring a friend with you if you like how I do it
Gold chain swingin’ and she like how I shoot it

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Damn, damn, I’m frosty
Blood diamond, I’m flossing
Navy camo, I’m drowning
But you don’t see what it cost me
Turmoil like the Saudi’s
Hand-me-downs never fit me
Party never fit me
Punani never fit me
Damn, time-travelin’
Honda-swervin’, that’s so Merlyn
That’s so Merlyn
That’s so Merlyn, that’s so Merlyn
Damn, time-travelin’
Honda-swervin’, book learnin’
That’s so Merlyn
That’s so Merlyn, that’s so Merlyn

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
Swan dive down the 405
Land at the bottom of El Toro High
With the precision of a cut from a Zorro knife
The boy spit like he made out of 409
So that’s clean, bitch
You can’t play with my team, bitch
We rock pink now on Wednesdays
Green looks good with your envy
Mix with white ’cause you salty but this stainless
I’m like platinum and it’s painless
I just skip on the beat like I’m Pee-Wee Herman
Hands up for all my sermons
My wheel’s turnin’ now I’m more efficient than ever
I feel like Ratatouille when I’m whipping that cheddar
You see, you better find your thickest of sweaters ’cause this ice
Might fuck around and change your whole life
‘Cause we about to take flight

[Hook: Kevin Abstract]
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect
(Keep a gold chain) Keep a gold chain on my neck
Fly as a jet, boy, better treat me with respect

[Outro: Joba]
Keep a gold chain (fly, fly as a jet)
I keep a gold chain (fly, fly as a jet)
Keep a gold chain (I said I keep a, gold chain)
Keep a gold chain (I keep a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain (cause then I keep a)
(I said I keep a gold chain, a gold chain)
Keep a gold chain
(I said I keep a, I keep a)
Keep a gold chain (fly, fly as a jet)

Rich Homie Quan – Changed

[Intro]
If you ever thought I was going broke
You thought wrong, my nigga
If you ever think I was falling off
Fuck you then

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

[Verse 1]
We ’bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I’m up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I’m insane
But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
In the trap, got off a whole thang
I flushed it all when them folks came
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
I wasn’t in the club, put it up, I was saving
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

[Verse 2]
My only friend is a Ben Frank
I wanted money just like Kinte
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
Told mama close the door, ’cause I’m jumpin’ off the porch
My only mission is to get paid
Lock that money in a big safe
Ain’t no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it’s me
I ain’t never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
I put a lil’ money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?
Money made, but I’m the same me, nigga

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

Famous Dex – Pick It Up (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro]
Ayo big bro, you fucking with that? Hah, okay cool
That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig?
Dexter, ooh, wait

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
Speed it up (Speed)
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
They thinking I’m wifing, deleted ’em (Uh-wait, ooh)
Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
Geeking this dope, yeah I got ’em
Open the safe, you can’t lock it (What)
Sippin’ that Wock, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock (Ooh)
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
Hah, know I’m saying?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a fuckin’ goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga)
Uh-wait

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Word around, word around, word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo bitch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future, yeah, it’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke
Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more, ooh
Telling you broke, it’s no joke, ooh
I used to kick in that door, wait
Now I’m selling out these shows
Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
Get her off molly, she geekin’
Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
You know I’m saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Order VLONE, color orange mango label
Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown, when I’m Californicating
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James bitch!)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
[?]
I’m back in my bag
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

Famous Dex – Pick It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo big bro you fuckin’ with that?
Ok cool
That’s my fuckin brother right there ya dig
Dexter

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pick it up pick it up pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes
I pop a pill then I lose it, wait
Speed it up
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
They thinking they wife, I deleted them
Aah, wait, ooh
Pints in call up Rocky
My brother plug like a socket
Geekin’ this dope
Yeah I got em
Open the safe you can’t lock it
Sippin’ that wok, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop
Dexter

[Bridge 1: Famous Dex]
Know what I’m sayin?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a fuckin’ goofy though
(Fuckin’ lame ass nigga)’
Ah, wait

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Word around word around word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo bitch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future yeah that’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch yeah I watch her do coke
Broke as hell I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more
Tellin you broke it’s no joke
I used to kick in that dope
Wait, now i’m selling out these shows
??? on my wrist fendi right on my clothes
Hold up lil mama you tweakin’
Bad bitch Puerto Rican
Get her off molly she geekin’
Call up ??? we free for the weekend, Dexter

[Bridge 2: Famous Dex]
You know I’m saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter

[Verse 3 A$AP Rocky]
Hold a V-lone
Colour orange mango label, roll the reef on
In my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown
When I’m Californicatin’
I got 3 phones
Business, conversation, and relations
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Checkin’ my wrist
Nothing was fake on my wrist
4 finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist
Talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James bitch!)

[Bridge 3: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

[Bridge 4: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

Juicy J – Watch Money Fall (feat. Rick Ross & Project Pat) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties

[Bridge: Juicy J]
I stopped going to the stripclub a long time ago, because, um, I just invite the bitches to my crib, yeah

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I got the hmmm, NBA numbers ain’t no layin’ up
So much money, you can count it, gotta weigh it up
You ain’t got this kind of change, better save up
Iced out, championship rings, bitch you know what’ssup
Watch the cash jump out, you look like a Kardashian
You got ass like Kylie
You might even be finer
You know I’m a big tymer
You the baddest thing I done found inside a ace of diamonds
Make it flood in this hoe
Autograph your boat
Rick James, I’m toasted
Ain’t no standing on sofas
She only understand dollar signs
Can’t holler at her, you broke
You know Juicy don’t play around
My money long, jump ropes

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Throw the money up
She watch the money fall
She know I wanna fuck
She say that’s not a problem
This bitches booty big
She know my bank bigger
Bitch, my bank teller
Might have some bank, nigga
I roll that cavy up
Yes, that’s a caviar
Blowin’ smoke, I got it smellin’ like the salad bar
No time for beefin’ with these crab niggas
But that shit slap, gotta call a cab, nigga
I’m out in Bel-Air and I’m sipping Bel-Air
If it’s less than seven figures, I could care less
Contract like I’m playin’ for the Spurs, nigga
Lend a hoe a hunnit bands in her purse, nigga

[Chorus: Juicy J]
NBA numbers and I don’t need a jumper
10 racks nigga, I just blew a comma
And I got that shit back, I call that karma
I got these niggas hot just like the summer
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall
Shawty throw that ass up, watch money fall
Watch money fall
Watch money fall

[Bridge: Project Pat]
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties
Ass and titties

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Tattoos on the booty
Tattoos on her titties
Piercing on her nipples
Hand on her kitty
Dancing, magic city
Booty shaking battle
Bands in my hand, pet that ass like a pedal
So much beef on shawty ass like kettle
And she ride deep like strap in a saddle
Throw that bitch a bankroll
Watch her whip a pistol
She don’ scraped her whole rent check
Off the fizzo

EarthGang – Nowhere Fast (feat. Childish Major) (Rags EP)

[Hook: Childish Major]
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Hey, ain’t this a damn shame?
I look down and see my phone ring, it’s my pops and I ain’t even tryna answer
"What’s up my, son? I ain’t even wanted that much
But how you doing, oh, tell how you been holding up
Fragile contents rolling, how life been handling ya?"
Bands stand, agile movements increase your stamina
I crack a smile just to stay inside parameters
Shit, I hope he picking up the luck inside my inflections
Cause lately life done got my spirit on a bench press
A tense strip of strength test, a journey to within quest
I’m pretty guarded on the particles I ingest
Keep the heartless and charlatans out from where I get dressed
But still I keep it all together like corn tortillas or Ving Rhames leathers
From big ass galaxies to Terrio sweaters
All a bit too familiar with stormy weathers so gon’ and direct us

[Hook: Childish Major]
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast

[Verse 2: DocturDot]
I been in the trenches
Bottom dollar tryna turn that bitch Olympic gymnasts
When you on the come up ain’t no coming to your senses
Young and struggling, ruthless and relentless
I been this for more than a minute
Unfortunately, really I’m more nigga than citizen
Love hoes with cake, she give a fork when you stick it in
Can’t fade, raw diggity in my city, it’s sickening on the literal sense
Killed the mood real quick
See, my life’s in plenty deaths so I always feel protected
No weapon formed to project will perform like you expect it
Cut off all my local hoes, I’m tryna get God pregnant
Cause all dogs go to Heaven, pussy niggas get rejected over this way
The ghost of Rick James on mixtapes by the lame a mile away, we ain’t cut from the same Kinte
Making arangements that pay for when my kid’s kids lay
Grass hoppers and senseis gather round for the big bang

[Hook: Childish Major]
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast

[Outro: DC Young Fly]
Aye man look I gotta make a quick stop right quick ‘fore I go to Campbellton man you know what I’m saying
You know what I’m saying, my partner sell dogs
Y’all nigga need a dog?
We got some pits, he got a pit, he got a, he got a, a, a blue nose
What he got? I think it’s a tweety bird mixed with a motherfuckin’ uh German Shepherd
I gotta see what this look like
Let’s do it
He got the bite of a German Shepherd but the head of a tweety bird
Got to see him
Ah, let’s ride
Ugh, and we ridin’ down…
Aye finna go to Campbellton on these niggas
Yo, yo, y’all niggas don’t know nothin’ ’bout that

Mir Fontane – This Life

[Verse 1]
You used to be my baby but lately I can’t stand you
How you do me wrong, do me dirty, then act brand new
I don’t care about ya new nigga, he a fan too
Putting up your guard when I really understand you
I know you want wedding rings and diamonds
Racks in ya Chanel bag, heart eyes in your comments
Girl, I can make it alright like Carl Thomas
Lemme change your life, can’t you see the youngin’ shining
I knew I would be rich before these labels tried to sign me
I just stick to weed cause Lean just make a nigga groggy
Used to be a broke boy, now these haters wanna rob me
Niggas aiming at my meatball, guess I’m just too saucy
$outh$ide. $outh$ide. $outh$ide
That’s exactly where you’ll find me
I done seen that dope turn a bad bitch into a zombie
Yo’ girl vegetarian but stay on my salami
Niggas throwing shots, what’s local buzz to a tsunami

[Chorus]
This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
It ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody
Girl, This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
Man, this shit ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
I don’t give a fuck about yo’ squad or where you came from
I just spit that crack, I spit that coke like I’m Rick James’ son
I got funny feelings, funny feelings ‘bout these new guys
Last time that I wasn’t 10 toes down I got 2-timed
I come from the side where they shoot and don’t care who dies
Fuck yo’ crew size, I seen niggas switch a few times
Pick ‘n choose sides, you got drive but don’t know who ride
I might be poolside getting high like a balloon ride
I switch the flow when I wanna, pussy, money, marijuana
I still got juice like Arizona, I ain’t gotta stand on no corner
Remember when they killed my nigga, got me scared to pick the phone up
Since a child I’ve been a grown-up, the city cold, wipe ya nose up
Aye, but I’m from the ends, I learned it all on the ends
Yeah, said we better as friends, girl now we not even friends
But you know just where you can find me, look at my bitch that’s a body
I got them hits like karate, you ain’t really believe me when I said:

[Chorus]
This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
It ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody
Girl, This Life ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Don’t come around this side
Man, this shit ain’t for everybody, ain’t for everybody
Ain’t for everybody, yeah yeah

Royce Da 5’9″ – Down These Roads (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro 1]
Everybody wanna be a beast
I’m sure it’s time to do what beasts do

[Intro 2]
They can put the trashman on the stand when I’m fighting the charges
I don’t care, I’ll still put your life in the garbage
And I’ma still be righteous regardless
That door that you opening up to friends and fans is likely revolving
They don’t always like to see you evolving
Let’s go

[Verse 1]
Come on down these roads
Where shit can get real thick real quick
I chose this path so I suppose I have to deal with it
And no, this isn’t an encore
It’s more like a presentation by a boy flies a Concord with reservations levitatin’
Demonstratin’ longevity, as he’s never left the sky because he’s never been let down by his own revelation
I left Patrón alone with strong meditation but I’m convinced it’s in my chromosome ’cause my heart’s forever racing
I zone every day but I’m never dated
Even rechrome on every Saturday tints
I’m a culmination of all the reverend hates and the omen, but never Satan
I’m knowin’ heaven’s wait
If you come on down these roads
Down these roads where there’s not a free soul
Quick highs, complete lows
Everything in here is expensive, even cheap clothes
He’s hot, he’s cold
Here we go

[Hook]
‘Round and ’round we go
First they love you
Go
Then they hate you
Go
Then they love you again, and it’s
‘Round and ’round we go
Then they hate you
Go
Then they love you
Go
Then they hate you again

[Verse 2]
Come on down these roads
Where people get real slick real quick
Makin’ millions ain’t even the guarantee
But you will eat so in a sense, this is your meal ticket
Niggas will sit and eat with ya
Leechers and ass and feet-kissers
Trash bitches and sit and wait for you to finish that cheap liquor so she can sleep with ya
But naw, this ain’t back in the day
These bitches these days like to take sneak pictures without asking you straight
Shit, she might even end up leakin’ ’em to the internet
Five minutes before your bride-to-be can pass the bouquet
For that infamous five minutes of fame
It’s crucial timin’ but you decided to
Come on down these roads
But you done signed it
The contract is in black and white
And you might as well try to just make a movie out it
You livin’ inside the house fans built
They might decide to move you out and

[Hook]
‘Round and ’round we go
First they love you
Go
Then they hate you
Go
Then they love you again, and it’s
‘Round and ’round we go
Then they hate you
Go
Then they love you
Go
Then they hate you again

[Verse 3]
Come on down these roads
Where shit can get real lit
Niggas can fly quick as they wheels lift
Over that sound skin that deals in
Over that crowd chant they will sin
Over that ball life, life flashes right before our eyes
Like that check engine, that aura light
You might go fuck a whore and roar, you know I’m right
Your wifey tryna claw and fight for ya
Blowin’ up your phone at 4 at night
She might go fuck your boss bite
That’s if you not the loyal type
That’s if you got the kind of boys who mad ’cause you don’t throw ’em cash
Each time they owe and ask you to go and stashes
If the answer’s no, then you so irrational
You the one who ruined ’em, you shouldn’t have spoiled his ass then
But you don’t wanna hear that one
Come on down these roads
Where by the time that you’ve developed a buzz
You realize that Coke ain’t even a helluva drug
Rick James lied to you ’cause everybody and their mom do it
You might’ve even been high and seen God do it

[Hook]
‘Round and ’round we go
First they love you
Go
Then they hate you
Go
Then they love you again, and it’s
‘Round and ’round we go
Then they hate you
Go
Then they love you
Go
Then they hate you again

Future – Mask Off lyrics

[Intro]
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard, spit it, yo

[Chorus]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 1]
Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
Ain’t compromising, half a million on the coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

Future – Mask Off (Honda Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard, spit it, yo

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 1: Future]
Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain (we ridin’)
Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (super)
Ain’t compromising, half a million on the Coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Interlude: Future]
Four-door Maybach; I drive anything
Buy my Range, make ’em go insane
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)

[Verse 2: Pilot]
Uh, I got an ounce
I snort up every time God says so
Pistol on autopilot
Lookin’ like Chapo, lookin’ like Pablo
No drugs I’m meaner
Inhalin’ on bathroom cleaner
Eastside Beast with the Midas touch
Ain’t no feast that I don’t eat
All my enemy fall to their knees
Ain’t no time for them to beg
Havin’ coke, you wouldn’t peg
Half of y’all need to chill
I might join the Rodeo (bitch)
I might ball in Pakistan (say no more)
I might murder him for real (say no more)
Pilot you need to fly now
Traveling to cloud nine
And I snuck out through the back door
Right hand copy like 10-4
He bike like Lance in France
Codeine, codeine, codeine
I look at myself and ask what happened
How y’all let an innocent kid get suspended? While y’all use him to set an example?
How y’all let him abuse the dope?
How y’all don’t accept the blame?
Now y’all don’t even know how to save him
People lookin’ at me like I’m dead
Everybody who underestimated
Gotta get up now and hide from me
Gotta go home now if ya makin’ threats
Gotta say something now, don’t just listen
I mean, I’m hiding now
I got the equation, got the potion
I got ’em all in position
And emotions, I put positions in question
And put the answer in the vents
I made a vendetta when
They told me get a new school
Then I died and was reborn
All my friends they distant
Livin’ life on a low end
Gotta keep my shit higher up
It’s deep (It’s deep)
I done fucked up so much I can’t eat (can’t eat)
I done fucked up so much I might retire (swear to God)
I’m ’bout to live my life through Pilot (swear to God)
God relief me of this pain (swear to God)
Bitch, please forgive me, Pilot live through me (I am Pilot)
Get your ass up and become something (be yourself)
Are you aware of all the evil going on in the world? (how much?)
Take the mask off so you can see

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Outro: Future]
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off

Future – Mask Off

Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear I swear
Spit it
Yo

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Two cups
Toast up with the gang
From food stamps
To a whole nother domain
Out the bottom
I’m a living proof
They compromising
Half a million on the coupe
Drug houses
Looking like Peru
Graduated
I was overdue
Pink molly
I can barely move
Ask about me
I’m going bust a move
Rick James
33 chains
Old Chanel
Crusing Biscayne
Top off
That’s a liability
Hit the gas
Boosting my adrenaline

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Before the Maybach
I’d drive anything
Buy my Range
Make ‘em go insane
My guillotine
Drank promethazine
Tek and beams
Go to those extremes
Parliament
Call up Mari wins
Parlay in Vegas
We was in attendance
Before the business
Theodore lenses
Whole prescriptions
Focus on the missions
Intermission
Never take a break
Switch states
Touch down, foreign plates
Ain’t no way
Ain’t no fucking way
You come to play
We didn’t come to play
Rob the bank
We gone rob the game
They gang, we gang
But they are not the same

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Gas gone
Never nod huh

Future – Mask Off (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear I swear
Spit it
Yo

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Two cups
Toast up with the gang
From food stamps
To a whole nother domain
Out the bottom
I’m a living proof
They compromising
Half a million on the coupe
Drug houses
Looking like Peru
Graduated
I was overdue
Pink molly
I can barely move
Ask about me
I’m going bust a move
Rick James
33 chains
Old Chanel
Crusing Biscayne
Top off
That’s a liability
Hit the gas
Boosting my adrenaline

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Before the Maybach
I’d drive anything
Buy my Range
Make ‘em go insane
My guillotine
Drank promethazine
Tek and beams
Go to those extremes
Parliament
Call up Mari wins
Parlay in Vegas
We was in attendance
Before the business
Theodore lenses
Whole prescriptions
Focus on the missions
Intermission
Never take a break
Switch states
Touch down, foreign plates
Ain’t no way
Ain’t no fucking way
You come to play
We didn’t come to play
Rob the bank
We gone rob the game
They gang, we gang
But they are not the same

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Gas gone
Never nod huh

Freddie Gibbs – Alexys (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it I’ma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem
I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Quick like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous
In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

Freddie Gibbs – Dear Maria (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Yeah….. Yeah
Tryna get my cash up (yeah)
Tryna get my cash up (ugh)

[Chorus 1]
Livin’ in the city, when your winnin’
In the city nigga wanna get your glass up
Coca got my cash up (yeah)
Heroine got my cash up (yeah)
Shittin’ on the city, when your winnin’ in the city
Nigga wanna get your glass up (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Dear Maria, I know it was like 2010 the last time I had seen ya
Back when I used to hang outside, Actavis in my two liter
40 Cali, (?) pimping gotta keep the 9 mm
Plus I, plus I traded in the black Cadillac for the Beamer
I was trapping out a dirty apartment on Little Caesar’s
Damn Maria, can I purchase a brick of yay from your people?
Homie front me with like five
Paid twenty-three for the eagle
Boy I live illegal

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Verse 2]
Dear Maria, you always kept a young nigga fed
When I wasn’t eatin’
Like when you set me up for the lick on them Puerto Ricans
Always said that if I get rich off this shit that you’d be the reason
Always said that if I’m gone jump out this shit that you’d be the reason
Gotta have a type of all type of bitches I gotta feed them
On the late night, with the dick game
Drugs in me got me creeping
I know you love me, know you can’t picture a nigga leavin’
I ain’t never leavin’
Never No never never say never nigga
Say motherfuck love and stay on your cheddar nigga
I wish that it felt like I had forever with you
But i know one day your gone find a better nigga
They gone wife you up, settle you down, they gone have a wedding witch-ya
I’m just a thug, I’ll buy bottles and get a section witch-ya
Maria flip if she found out I’m fuckin’ on her sister
Freddie Cane, Dog unchained
I’m just that kinda nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Got the game running in my veins
Got the game running in my veins
Blood on my opponent
Don’t give a fuck, I flaunt it
All I ever wanted was everything

[Chorus 2]
Living in the city where your shittin’ on the city and the city got me blast
I got chickens in the city
And a cousin shippin’ with me
Told her ain’t no future with me
I’m addicted to this cash
Dear Maria

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Outro]
Never Change
Ooooo yeah
Never Change, yeah yeah
Cocaine got me everything
This shit it won’t change shit
Mary Jane, Rick James, Cocaine
Oooooohh
Ooooooo Yeah
Rick James, Rick James
Cocaine, Rick James
Ohhh Ohhh

Freddie Gibbs – Alexys Lyrics

[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade Yah
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it Imma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope Yah .
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner Woo
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small Yah
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved Yah
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off Yah
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog Bitch
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention Fuck ’em

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem. Yah
I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in Woo
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine Yah
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Crip like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe Why
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous Yah
In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling Word Up
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums Yah
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

Freddie Gibbs – Alexys

[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade Yah
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas its been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it Imma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest nigga that I know ain’t never sold dope Yah
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner Woo
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small Yah
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit was all Yah
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off Yah
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog Bitch
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention Fuck ’em

[Chrous]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga [?] caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Feel so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood [?] Yah
I’m postal [?] Woo
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine Yah
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Crip like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe Why
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous Yah
In the set with [?] no chopper my chain dangling Word Up
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums Yah
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packs that Freddie Kane get in

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Feel so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

Mask off – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – Mask off

Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
Don’t chase no b*tches.

Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
They compromising, half a million on the Coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Versuri-lyrics.info
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, 33 chains
Ocean Ave., cruisin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline.

Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
Don’t chase no b*tches.

Before the Maybach, I’d drive anything
Buy my Range, make ‘em go insane.

My guillotine, drank promethazine
Tec and beams, go to those extremes
Parliament, call up Mari Wednesday
Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance
Before the business?, Theodore lenses
Whole prescriptions, focus on the missions
Intermission, never take a break
Switch states, touch down, foreign plates
Ain’t no way, ain’t no f*cking way
We call the play, we didn’t come to play
Rob the bank, we gon’ rob the game
They gang, we gang…but they are not the same.

Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Mask on, f*ck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a b*tch
Don’t chase no b*tches.

Mask on, f*ck it, mask offff
Mask on, f*ck it, mask offff
Mask on, f*ck it, mask offff
Gas gone, never nod offf.
Future lyrics
Video off

Future – Mask Off (Future Album)

[Intro]
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard
Spit it
Yo

[Chorus]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 1]
Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
They compromising, half a million on the coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, 33 chains
Old Chanel, crusin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

[Chorus]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 2]
Before the Maybach, I’d drive anything
Buy my Range, make ‘em go insane
My guillotine, drank promethazine
Tek and beams, go to those extremes
Parliament, call up Mari Wednesday
Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance
Before the business, Theodore lenses
Whole prescriptions, focus on the missions
Intermission, never take a break
Switch states, touch down, foreign plates
Ain’t no way, ain’t no fucking way
You come to play, we didn’t come to play
Rob the bank, we gon’ rob the game
They gang, we gang, but they are not the same (Freebandz)

[Chorus]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Outro]
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off

Future – Mask Off lyrics

Call it how it is
Hendrix
?????
You heard
Spit it
Yo

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Two cups
Toast up with the gang
From food stamps
To a whole nother domain
Out the bottom
I’m the living proof
They compromising
Half a million on the coupe
Drug houses
Looking like Peru
Graduated
I was overdue
Pink molly
I can barely move
Ask about me
I’m going bust a move
Rick James
33 chains
Old Chanel
Crusing Biscayne
Top off
That’s a liability
Hit the gas
Boosting my adrenaline

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Before the Maybach
I’d drive anything
Buy my Range
Make ‘em go insane
My guillotine
Drank promethazine
Tek and beams
Go to those extremes
Parliament
Call up Mari ???
Parlay in Vegas
We was in attendance
Before the business
Theodore lenses
Whole prescriptions
Focus on the missions
Intermission
Never take a break
Switch states
Touch down, foreign plates
Ain’t no way
Ain’t no fucking way
You come to play
We didn’t come to play
Rob the bank
We gone rob the game
They gang, we gang
But they are not the same

Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Rep the set
Gotta rep the set
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Percocets
Molly, Percocets
Chase a check
Never chase a bitch

Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Mask on
Fuck it, mask off
Gas???
Never nod huh

Chief Keef – Trying Not To Swear (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ the mula, to hit my jeweler
You a unlicensed mover
You still can’t move us
Got all of my ice on
They say it’s too much
What’s under this Hermes?
It’s a slick the ruler
You gotta show us
You do not know us
Niggas is snitchin’
They paper showed us
Thew me in rehab
Well I’m still not sober
What is your goals?
You do not know
I’m sippin’ drank ’til it put me to sleep
Countin’ all this money, killed the thief in me
Ain’t shit changed, still got beef in me
I can fuck all of the women that were teachin’ me

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I’m a dog, they can’t tame me
The life that I live probably changed me
Up for ten days ’cause I can’t sleep
A whole bunch of real niggas trained me
Your own dogs will cross you man, it can’t be
The diamonds in my ear givin’ me brain freeze
We don’t count the same cash or smoke the same weed
Standin’ on this foreign, I bleed like Rick James bleed
I’m stuck in the cheese, it’s gettin’ real steep
The diamonds on my neck, remind me of my jeep
My waist is LV, double Gs on my jeans
Cream, get the money, dollar dollar cheese cheese

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

Chief Keef – Trying Not To Swear (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ the mula, to hit my jeweler
You a unlicensed mover
You still can’t move us
Got all of my ice on
They say it’s too much
What’s under this Hermes?
It’s a slick the ruler
You gotta show us
You do not know us
Niggas is snitchin’
They paper showed us
Thew me in rehab
Well I’m still not sober
What is your goals?
You do not know
I’m sippin’ drank ’til it put me to sleep
Countin’ all this money, killed the thief in me
Ain’t shit changed, still got beef in me
I can fuck all of the women that were teachin’ me

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I’m a dog, they can’t tame me
The life that I live probably changed me
Up for ten days ’cause I can’t sleep
A whole bunch of real niggas trained me
Your own dogs will cross you man, it can’t be
The diamonds in my ear givin’ me brain freeze
We don’t count the same cash or smoke the same weed
Standin’ on this foreign, I bleed like Rick James bleed
I’m stuck in the cheese, it’s gettin’ real steep
The diamonds on my neck, remind me of my jeep
My waist is LV, double Gs on my jeans
Cream, get the money, dollar dollar cheese cheese

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

DJ Mustard – Don’t Hurt Me (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho!

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Tryna get up in my head, now that’s a headache
I just wanna fuck, I make the bed shake
She wanna spend some time, now that’s a Rollie
Shawty ride the dick, just like it’s stolen
Met her at the Westin with her bestie
Kissin’, they were sweatin’, doin’ lip things
Had to get up in that lil thang, yeah that lil thang
Let her rock the mic, yeah, no lipsync
They say that it’s last call, so let’s ball
Tryna have that ass thrown on that pole
Throw it back like retro, like it’s retro
Baby, baby, let’s go, girl let’s go
[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
We take it to my room, yeah
Ain’t no need to talk
When that ass on me and the lights off
Baby, I know what to do with it
Give her what she want
Now she wanna fuck a nigga all the time

[Hook: Jeremih]
Oh baby, don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Tryna get up in my head, now that’s a headache
I just wanna fuck, and get my cake ate
You wanna spend some time, that’s a Rollie
I’ma ride his D, like it’s stolen
I met him in the Hills out in LA
Took me for a cruise, yeah, Penelope
Had to sit up on that big thing, that big thing
Super duper freak, yeah, like Rick James
They say that it’s last call, for that bar
Tryna get that peach Myx Moscato
Make it clap like when the home team score
Baby don’t you hurt me like before

[Pre-Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Take you to my room, yeah
Ain’t no need to talk
When this thing in your mouth, down South
Baby, you know what to do with it
Gave him what she want
Now he wanna hit your girl all the time

[Hook: Jeremih + Nicki Minaj]
Oh baby, don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
All these bitches beggin’ me to pass the baton
All these bitches tryna fit my crown and my wand
Bitches still my sons, get your sonogram on
Just a nick of time I did the cover of TIME
Gettin’ a million dollars just to stand there and rhyme
Even if you was Curry, bitch, there’s still a LeBron
But let’s face it, I’m Curry, with rings like LeBron
Added my rings up, that’s Mike Jordan
I told bitches when I switched my flow four times
I’d be damned if a bitch nigga eat off mine
All this cake make a broke nigga beat off, huh?
I’m just lookin’ for a man, fuck a B-O-Y

[Hook: Jeremih + Nicki Minaj]
Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me
Don’t hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin’ if you let me, let me, let me