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Don Toliver – Spaceship Lyrics

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[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I’m in my spaceship (Whatever), getting that facelift (Uh-huh)
LA daytrip, I’m eating them rib tips
Call up the ref, I’m balling, pouring it, so we’re falling
Twenty-five hundred for the cardigan, Saint Laurent, my dawgs in

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
I get a little impatient
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
It’s the new age flex, hoppin’ out of the jet
Spend a ticket on Rolex, plus the ice on your neck
Bust it down and collect, send that money through text
You can hit me on my phone, you can call me direct
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Yeah)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

[Verse 2: Sheck Wes]
Yeah, hotbox my SUV (Bitch), nobody can breathe (At all)
I ain’t never fear a thing (No), baby, in your dreams (Dreams)
Sheck Wes, fear don’t sleep (Uh)
Air Force 1s, no crease (Crease)
Someone arrest my jeans (Simons)
Blunt lit in my face (Face)
Diamonds in my teeth
Pick, um, the VVS
She ain’t really got no meaning, uh
In a fast car, I’m speeding, uh
And I can’t wait for no red light (Red light)
If I’m chasing this green (Go)
I need more M’s than B’s (B’s)
Sheck and Don on a different time and payment
All my cars from Europe, his car from Avis
Every day I wake up, new whips hit the pavement
I had to watch my living, I don’t know no limits at all, all, all

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

Sheck Wes – YKTS Lyrics

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[Intro]
Fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa (Bitch)
Fa-fa-fa (Fa-fa)
Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Still in this bitch with the same niggas I came with
I’ma be honest, I don’t feel no pain
I can’t even see you through my shades, bitch
On the West Coast with a bad bitch in my coupe
She’s used to the gangbangers
On the East Coast with the Less gang
On the block plottin’, thinking ’bout what we takin’, yeah
On the road though, gettin’ checks, uh
What a young nigga makin’, uh
I’ve been close to the angels, running away from Satan, uh
As-salamu alaykum, uh
I bring home the bacon, young Sheck Wes
I do not do Haram, uh, I eat the halal, uh
Pork, I ain’t never taste it
Never had a nine-to-five or had the late shift
Moms had to work so I had to raise me, uh
‘Cause shit was really hard, uh, it’s different for us
Anything I wanted, had to take it

[Break]
Yeah
Damn

[Verse 2]
I gotta go and get mine (Bitch)
I catch planes and catch flights (Catch flights, bitch)
I just copped a new ride (New ride)
Used to finesse MTA for the swipe (Swipe me)
Now it’s different foreigns when I slide (Slide, bitch)
Put this shit down, bitch, I’m stife
Gang got guns and knives (Lost Boys)
I’m from New York, baby, you’ll get sliced (Knife gang)
Buck fifty, baby, on sight (On sight, ow)
I want horsepower, I don’t want the ice (Want the ice)
I used to lust and do bad crime (Lust gang)
Now they put me in the New York Times (New York Times)
Bring tears right to my mother eyes
Play with my mother feelings, you’ll die (You’ll die pussy)
Gettin’ that chicken, Popeyes (Popeyes)
Green like spinach, Popeye (Popeye)
Pull up, Sheck Wes pop eyes
I don’t touch bitches, but I pop guys (I pop ’em)
Light up my blunt and get high (Higher)
If shit get crunk, I’ma rise (I’ma rise)
I pull up on arrival (Arrival)
You know the scouts with the guys
Whole lotta guns like Condoleezza Rice (Yeah)
I call the shots like Condoleezza Rice
I was in the projects eatin’ that rice (Rice)
Now a young nigga order wagyu (Bitch)
And I got beans up in my rice (My rice)
They want me to do the deal
If you ain’t got the millions, we can’t sign (I’ll wait)
Tell David, they got that chicken (Chicken)
We can’t pay the price, ain’t right (At all)
Cactus Jack, baby, I been winnin’ (Jack)
Man, that done changed my life (Facts)
Always keep a bad bitch, we got to hide (Got to hide)
Got a whole lotta worms in my colon (In my colon)
Deer shades all on my eyes (My eyes)
Can’t pull up on arrival (Yeah)
And you know the scouts with the guys
You know the scouts with the guys
You know the scouts with the guys
You know the scouts with the guys

[Outro]
Bitch

Sheck Wes – WESPN Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Mudboy
Bitch
E-S, E-S, ESPN
They don’t like my rap style (Nah)
Now they want features (Nah)
I turned all my doubters, into my believers (Sheck Wes)
Arguin’ my damn ma (Fuck)
Fightin’ with my teachers (Bitch)
Skip my game for the fashion show (For the show)
One of my best decisions (Facts)
Backwood addiction (I got it)
I got a Backwood addiction
Ain’t the THC, that’s facts, non-fiction
Or is this shit fiction?
But remember in school, I ain’t pay attention
In school, I ain’t pay attention

[Chorus]
I watched E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him (Yeah)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S

[Verse 2]
Goin’ through a damn phase (Through a phase)
Goin’ through a damn change (Cosmos)
Goin’ through my damn passport (Passport)
I been goin’ through these damn pages
Smokin ‘on matter
Hoes sniffing on powder (Sniff, sniff)
The money bring the power
But the money bring you problems, so when..
You niggas can stuck, don’t call
Please don’t call, don’t call Sheck, Wes no more
Cause I ain’t pickin’ up my mothafuckin’ phone (Bitch)

[Refrain]
Do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough

[Chorus]
E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
They just want the turnt shit (Turn up, bitch)
They don’t like the sad music (Nigga, burn up)
Sheck Wes been in a sad state (A sad state)
You ain’t never had to do shit, huh? (Never)
You ain’t never had to (Fuck) go through shit (Bitch)
You ain’t ever have to (Fuck) go and shoot shit (Never)
You ain’t never had to (What?) go and shoot shit
‘Cause you ain’t never had to go through shit
You ain’t, you ain’t never had to

[Refrain]
That’s, that’s why do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talking about the motherfuckin’ dough (Bitch)

[Outro]
ESPN, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN (Kyrie)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more (Bitch)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
W-E-S, E-S
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)

Sheck Wes – Gmail Lyrics

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[Intro]
Sheck Jesus
Fuckin’
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mud-Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus (Mudboy, Mud-Mudboy, Mudboy)
Sheck Jesus, Sheck, Sheck Jesus
Sheck Jesus (Jesus, bitch)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
These niggas ain’t fuckin’ with me (Hell no)
I just been so hot that I’ve been movin’ lowkey
Put Prius in my blunt, ain’t smokin’ no more O.G
It was fun and games, now it’s back to controlling
‘Cause… (Bitch)… I’m a fuckin’ star (Huh?)
Dead niggas, all up at my side (Bitch)
Dead niggas all up on my car (Huh?)
Anger in my thoughts, no trust up in my heart
Told my fuckin’ niggas, “It’s to the fuckin’ top”
Put it on my niggas, I can’t stop goin’ hard
I said, “Pull up to my body shop and get a paint job, bitch
Or don’t call this mechanic for the face job, bitch”
I hate to be explicit, I need face time, bitch
Why I say bitch so much? Let me explain it

[Interlude]
It’s the only word…
Where I can feel and hear all my anger
It don’t got nothin’ to do with like bitches
It’s just-
Bitch! Bitch!

[Verse 2]
I live a, I live a mudboy lifestyle, killers on speed dial
Don’t fuck with Sheck Wes, we gon’ break a ki’ down
Call that bitch 2K, how she blow me out
Shoot it on the 4K, might just put the leak out
Hot boy lifestyle, pull up with them thangs out
Nigga, I’m from New York, outside where we hang out
I just sip that poison, niggas sippin’ tea now
I don’t do the gossip, gossip, that’s for females
Ugh, you can cop it, but never for retail
Prices, couldn’t top it, flip it, profit resale
I like real bad bitches, I like dress with pink nails
I’m young and misguided, but I’m so into detail

[Chorus]
Legend like Kobe (Gas is my cologne)
Scrappy like Sprewell (Good fragrance what we smell)
Sheck Wes eight time (Packs comin’ in)
Sheck like Kobe, Sprewell (Send it by the Gmail)
Legend like Kobe (Gas is my cologne)
Scrappy like (Good fragrance what we smell)
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Legend like Kobe
Scrappy like Sprewell
Sheck Wes eight time
Sheck like Kobe, Sprewell
Gas is my cologne
Good fragrance what we smell
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Packs comin’ in
Send it by the G, G
Packs comin’ in
Packs, packs, packs comin’ in
Send it by the Gmail
Good fragrance is what we smell

[Outro]
(Uh, na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na
Na-na-na-na
Na-na)
Mudboy
(Na-na-na-na)
I was wanted (Na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na)
Mudboy
I was wanted, wanted
Bitch!

Sheck Wes – Wanted Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Mudboy!
Bitch!
Mudboy!
Bitch!
(One, two)

[Verse 1]
Where’s the, where’s the… gas, gas?
Roll it up, puff-puff, pass-pass
Never too many, grab bags
Too many hoes with fat ass
Hole in the back of your head like a snapback
It ain’t no scheme when you tryna get the scouts back (Bitch)
Too many funny, shit like “Nigga, where the scouts at?” (Where?)
I like bad hoes (Bitch), they like me back (Yeah)
I got mad hoes (Yeah), gotta subtract (I got hoes)
Nigga ain’t tried me so don’t watch that (I got hoes)
‘Til a nigga try me, don’t watch that (No)
I ain’t Dej Loaf (Try me), nigga try that (Try me)
Get toe-tagged (Bitch), get body-bagged (Try me)
Cause we gon’ turn up, and leave the boy sad
‘Cause in the fucking world, this shit gets so mad
But it’s a grimy world, we was ’bout that (‘Bout that)
If i’s a grimy world, then niggas bout that
Bitch!
I mean, that’s what it is, niggas
Bitch!

[Chorus]
‘Cause on 14th Street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Yeah)
It’s a grimy world (Bitch) ’cause niggas on shit (Yeah)
116th, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
14th street, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Sheck Wes the hottest in the country (Uh)
Pull up on you blowin’ straight funky (Funky)
Lil Jon, how I get crunky (Yeah)
She on that posion (Uh), gettin’ drunk, yeah
Like I got asthma, can never leave the pump, yeah
‘Cause it’s a grimy world (Huh), ’cause niggas want want shit (want shit)
They’ll suffocate ya, like so quick
But this shit in my nature, I grew up too quick
I used to take the train to act a ass in public (Public)
And now my fuckin’ bae still act a ass in public (Yeah)
Lust boys, 30-plus, you should rush it
Run up in the spot, and go dummy (Uh)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Got shit)
They leave us young niggas with no options (No options)
They leave us young niggas with the robbin’ (Robbin’)
But I was Robin Hood (Hood), when I was robbin’ (Givin’)
Free my brother, AP, went down for the plottin’ (Bitch!)
Free my nigga, Mike, he went down for the plottin’ (Bitch)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Bitch)
‘Cause it’s a grimy world, and niggas ’bout shit (‘Bout shit)

[Chorus]
I said on 14th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Yeah)
59th street, I was wanted (Woo!)
Lustboys, nigga, we was wanted (Uh-uh)
Lustboys stay fucking wanted (Uh)
‘Cause we was young niggas (Bitch) that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
‘Cause we was young niggas that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
(With my, with my)
Bitch!
Gas, gas
(With my, with my, with my, with my)
Bitch, bitch
Immigrants, nigga
(Broke boys)
Bitch! Bitch!

Sheck Wes – Mindfucker Lyrics

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[Intro]
Bitch
I mean, I mean, um-
I just…
A lot of mothafuckas don’t even understand this
The only ones who understand it is real mothafuckas
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sheck Wes, me, mothafucka
I fuckin’-
I ain’t even go home
I don’t really, don’t be at home, it’s dead body (Mudboy!)
I mean I definitely want some sounds gonna fuck niggas up
You mothafuckin’ doin’ it by, you know in situations and what’s happenin’
You feel me? That nigga
Bitch!

[Verse]
Late night I’m prolly moving lowkey
You think that I’m dolo, it’s ten niggas with me (Ho)
Keep one to the hip, none of those magazines (Bitch)
Make niggas dip like Tom Hanks in movies (Run)
I been feelin’ lazy, smokin’ too much O.G (G)
Sheck Wes going through some things, I’m smokin’ O.D (Bitch)
Now Sheck West in the V.I.P, last year runnin’ from police
If I made it here, then I’m the M.V.P (Bitch! bitch! yeah!)
I get higher than heaven, rock that B-A-P-E (Yeah, yeah)
These hoes say young Sheck Wes hotter than AZ
N-I-K-Es all on my feet, fuck you, pay me
That’s what a nigga breathes (Bitch)
Can’t shit faze me (Bitch)
You niggas watchin’ me, I watch the throne like Jay-Z
I still ain’t take an L ’til a nigga spray me
If you got some shit to say, then say that shit to me
Listen to the kids, stop bein’ hard-headed
It get tragic where I live, Sheck Wes two times, I said it
But these niggas ain’t listen and shit I don’t regret it
‘Cause shit gotta happen for me to learn these lessons
Put my thoughts in my pen and bullets in my weapon
And I pray and say amen anytime a nigga stressin’
But my mind my greatest weapon ’cause
Fuck people with, nigga, it’s your mothafuckin’ mind
You fuck everything but your mind, nigga
You’re a mothafuckin’ mindfucker

[Outro]
Mudboy, bitch!