Staasia Daniels – Privilege Lyrics

Sorry if I woke you
I know that it’s late
I’ve been thinking maybe
You should swing my way
Got something I wanna
Show you and not say
‘Cause you gon’ know that

f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me, f**king with me
f**king with me is a privilege

Single and slept on, dat me
I been hinting at you now for weeks
I’ve been knowing that you thinking about me
So come be about me yeah
Got that sweet holy honey
Keep it on the low
You ain’t tryna be alone
Don’t wait until my presence is gone, babe
You be hitting my line
And you be so damn fine
I want you in my life
Hit me up when you outside
Pull my skirt down when you skr skr skr pull up
Feelin’ like the middle of the winter
Feelin’ like you know that I’m a winna
I’ll be ready like a chicken dinna
SD side is the best side, ain’t it
You up for the ride, show it
‘Cause you gon’ know that

f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me, f**king with me
f**king with me is a privilege

I’ll be your motivation
Mental stimulation, yeah
I can be your hydration, yeah
I can coat your throat
I’ll pray for your soul
We can rock the boat
We can build for sure
Kingin’ to my Queen
Yeah, you know what I mean

Sorry if I woke you
I know that it’s late
I’ve been thinking maybe
You should swing my way
Got something I wanna
Show you and not say baby
‘Cause you gon’ know that

f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me is a privilege
f**king with me, f**king with me
f**king with me is a privilege

I’m into it, you’re into this
I’m liking it, you’re loving it
You dig my shit, I love that shit
I’ll leave you for days, then reminisce
We on the phone, you turn me on
When I get loud, it makes you moan
It makes you, moan

Otm Frenchyy – Trials & Tribulations Lyrics (feat. OTM Ruger)

[Intro: OTM Frenchyy]
I been goin’ through a lot of shit lately, nigga
Trap
These crackers, my bitch, and my nigga

[Chorus: OTM Ruger & OTM Frenchyy]
Trials and tribulations, I sold my soul to the streets
I was road running, I was chasing that cheese
I went headfirst, they locked me up in that system
They took me away from my bitch and all of my niggas
Trials and tribulations, I sold my soul to the streets
I was road running, I was chasing that cheese
I went headfirst, they locked me up in that system
They took me away from my bitch and all of my niggas

[Verse 1: OTM Ruger]
And I’ma tell you ’bout my trials and tribulations
Crackers got Lil Ruger under investigation
Said I got more sticks than all the f**kin’ Haitians
Man, this shit here funny, boy, these crackers crazy
I’m just tryna blow and run a sack up
You can call a nigga Doug Martin
I got a couple niggas that’ll whack you
And we ganged up just like the Spartans (300)
Forever OTM, and bitch, I’m BLE
Remember I was broke and I ain’t have no cheese
Started going hitting whale in Manatee (That’s a different county)
I ain’t even from there but know all the streets (Know every street)
Run up to a foreign and I find the keys (I got the keys)
Thuggin’ with Lil Savage and my dawg SD
Hoops not for that Glock-23
C-Money had the .40 with the f**kin’ beam (That bitch is green)
I’m a dream chaser, chasing after dreams (Chasing dreams)
Lil Ruger tryna make it, put me on the scene (Put me on the scene)
Come down to the heist and we’ll sell you clean (We got some clean)
We’ll show you some shit that you ain’t never seen

[Chorus: OTM Ruger & OTM Frenchyy]
Trials and tribulations, I sold my soul to the streets
I was road running, I was chasing that cheese
I went headfirst, they locked me up in that system
They took me away from my bitch and all of my niggas
Trials and tribulations, I sold my soul to the streets
I was road running, I was chasing that cheese
I went headfirst, they locked me up in that system
They took me away from my bitch and all of my niggas

[Verse 2: OTM Frenchyy]
Ayy, I been through a lot of trials and tribulations
I seen a couple niggas fold in that interrogation
That’s the main reason I don’t need a codefendant
The hardest nigga be the first nigga start snitching
The same nigga claim they jumped off the porch
Be the same nigga still livin’ on the floor
How you a street nigga, still cryin’ ’bout a bitch?
I got these bitches cryin’ every time I give ’em dick
Eeny meeny miny mo, I’m ’bout to blow
f**kin’ on these niggas’ bitches, I call ’em hoes
We don’t play with baby pistols, we tote poles
Got the major labels callin’, blowin’ up the phone, ayy
Trap nigga, I know how to get your bitch wet, ayy
Once I f**k your bitch, you won’t get your bitch back, ayy
Broke nigga, you can’t even get a brick back
How you a dope boy, still sellin’ nick sacks, bitch?

[Chorus: OTM Ruger & OTM Frenchyy]
Trials and tribulations, I sold my soul to the streets
I was road running, I was chasing that cheese
I went headfirst, they locked me up in that system
They took me away from my bitch and all of my niggas
Trials and tribulations, I sold my soul to the streets
I was road running, I was chasing that cheese
I went headfirst, they locked me up in that system
They took me away from my bitch and all of my niggas

Golda – NsfW Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Better check my profile
Image of me in your memory
But I rather don’t smile
Just keep them on your SD
The ones you got from last week
The ones in the white tee
Take ’em back to real life
Slide into your dm’s don’t work out for me
‘Cause what we both about to do
Ain’t gonna be safe for work
No need to check with your crew
Take off your shirt

[Pre-Chorus]
Light it up, pull me in
Be about, be about how you feel
Girl, you got me high as f**k
Stay on top, be about (Be about, be about)

[Chorus]
Dirty lovin’ never felt so sweet
Never felt so sweet, no
Dirty lovin’ never felt so sweet
I know you like to tease, but we gonna turn it up, don’t stop
Dirty lovin’ never felt so sweet
It never felt so sweet, no
Dirty lovin’ never felt so sweet
I know you like to tease, but we gonna turn it up, don’t stop

[Verse 2]
Lights low, hands in the air
Follow me into the land of anywhere
Will I get in trouble when I’m messing up your hair now?
Baby, don’t you dare
Glitter on your neckline, glitter on your face
So far gone, we take it outta space
Don’t know where we come from
Human race, purple haze
In love with your silhouette
I know you like to show it off on the Internet
Put a ring next to where your middle finger’s at
That you traded for some drinks and a cigarette
Smoke so thick, I forgot what you told me
Snowcaps are the reason for your nose bleed
5 A.M., once again, no sleep
Can you see your pretty face in my gold teeth?
I hold you tight like a glow stick at a rave
Moving like you’re getting payed
Just did two weeks worth of blow
On one single day, driven like in an arcade
And what we both ’bout to do
Ain’t gonna be safe for work, ring the alert
Our hearts are racing, they won’t align until we drop

[Chorus]
Dirty lovin’ never felt so sweet
Never felt so sweet, no
Dirty lovin’ never felt so sweet
I know you like to tease, but we gonna turn it up, don’t stop
Dirty lovin’ never felt so sweet
It never felt so sweet, no
Dirty lovin’ never felt so sweet
I know you like to tease, but we gonna turn it up, don’t stop

[Outro]
Turn it up, don’t stop
Turn it up, don’t stop

Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company (feat. Chris Brown & O.T. Genasis)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any nigga say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)