Skepta – Ghost Ride (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Nast) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I never gave a fuck
I’m on a paper chase, I tell ’em
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
Lick my–I’m just tryna get a nut
Never.. never, never, never, never
I’m smoking the reefer, I roll with the nina
I run from the reaper and copp-ers
Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva
I bought her a ticket in Bahamas
Comma, llama, they not equip for the drama
Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers
Got lean on the seat of the Lam’ bruh
Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Mossberg
When the reaper come, redrum, I’ll murder something
Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
My TEC-9, it go pat pat pat pat, rat a tat tat tat
Too fast, niggas know how I get
And this revenge up in my eyes, I’m committing my sin, amen

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, bout shit, bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, bout shit

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Told the plug it’s for me, he came down on the price
Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive
You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
Like Freddy Kreuger, man I get down with the stripes
It’s VVS, man there ain’t no clouds in my ice
She said what’s my real name and I don’t know how to reply
On a different planet, man I’m out of my mind
I was on the grind for many years and you were never there
Who the fuck’s putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears?
And fuck my enemies, man I make the devil scared
Man I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
Everyday I’m shitting and I’m pissing on this hypocrisy
It’s that uncontrollable demon they didn’t wanna see
This that virus in the system, the prodigy
And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!

[Verse 3: A$AP Nast]
Life is like a movie, life is like a movie
Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
Swear these haters, they don’t move me
Yeah, aye, life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
Riding through your city with the Mossberg
I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
Pull up on a bird, ask her what’s the word
Said they on the corner, they ain’t got your work
Yeah, yeah them niggas got the nerve
I’mma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah I swerve
Hammer time, hammer time
If it’s beef, pussy, yeah I handle mine
Yeah, that’s from A$AP nigga, then I pulled the trigger
Niggas think they’re big, til a bullet hit
Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
Hope they get the picture, I don’t give a fuck about shit

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Bout shit, bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, bout shit, bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, bout shit

Future & Young Thug – Mink Flow

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s gone choke, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg shit with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger fuck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I fucked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

Skepta – Ghost Ride (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Nast)

I never gave a fuck
I’m on a paper chase, I tell ’em
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
Lick my, I’m just tryna get a nut
Never, never, never, never, never
I’m smoking the reefer, I roll with the nina
I roam from the reaper and glock bust
Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva
I go to Antigua, Bahamas
Comma, llama, they not equipped for the drama
Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers
Got lean on the seat of the Lam’ bruh
Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Mossberg
When the reaper come, redrum, I’ll murder something
Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
My TEC-9, it go pat pat pat pat, rat a tat tat tat
Too fast, niggas know how I get
And this revenge up in my eyes, I’m committing my sin, amen
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit uh
Told the plug it’s for me, he came down on the price
Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive
You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
Like Freddy Kreuger, man I get down with the stripes
It’s VVS, man there ain’t no clouds in my ice
She said what’s my real name and I don’t know how to reply
On a different planet, man I’m out of my mind
I was on the grind for many years and you were never there
Who the fuck’s putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears?
And fuck my enemies, man I make the devil scared
Man I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
Everyday I’m shitting and I’m pissing on this hypocrisy
It’s that uncontrollable demon they didn’t wanna see
This that virus in the system, the prodigy
And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!
Yeah, life is like a movie, life is like a movie
Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
Swear these haters, they don’t move me
Yeah, aye, life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
Riding through your city with the Mossberg
I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
Pull up on a bird, ask her what’s the word?
Said they on the corner, they ain’t got your work
Yeah, yeah them niggas got the nerve
I’mma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah I swerve
Hammer time, hammer time
If it’s beef, pussy, yeah I handle mine
Yeah, that’s a A$AP nigga, then I pulled the trigger
Niggas think they big, ’til a bullet hit
Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
Hope they get the picture, I don’t give a fuck
About shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, uh

FUTURE – Mink Flow lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f*ck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f*cked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

Future – Mink Flow lyrics

Below are the complete “Mink Flow” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 22 minutes ago.

Mink Flow lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

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[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f*ck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f*cked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

ASAP Ferg – Olympian (feat. Dave East) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah
I run, run, run, I’m runnin’ to the money now
Yeah, that bitch was acting funny but she love me now

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now, aww yeah

[Verse 1: Dave East]
All black strap, I’m straight
Jewish lawyer got my case
Stars in the roof, white Wraith
Dice game, crack my bank
Out of town with a hundred pounds, Bobby Brown
Back then, I ain’t drink
Head shot leave a nigga stink
Gettin’ guap, fuck you niggas think?
Rollie on, lot of diamonds in it
Back account, lot of commas in it
Mansion, I’ma put my momma in it
Ask around, I’m intercontinental
I was in the rental with a seven
No concealing, you can see my weapon
Count a million, never see me stressin’
Ten or better, never any lesser
Who you know got it like I do?
I know the trap and I know survival
I already killed your main bitch
Tell her best friend she could die too (ahh)
Only foreign when we slide through, huh
I blew a check on the fit
Look at my neck and my wrist
I wanted a million before I hit thirty
So now I can flex in the whip
What are you on? I ride with a bomb
You gon’ think Flex in the whip
I got respect off the rip
I got no respect for a snitch (no)
I’m talkin’ incredible shit (yes)
This Sprite got a medicine twist
It ain’t hard to tell that we rich

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause’ I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Used to say I dressed so strange
Now I’m in the Wang, campaign
Jiggy, ain’t a damn thing changed
‘Bout to cop Cam, pink Range
Huh, yeah, I’m on a new level
Certified gold, at work with platinum
Already put mama in the house
Now it’s time to build Fergie a mansion
Pelle jacket with the Trap Lord
In the back of the Marc Buchanan
I was nine in Versace
Wore Gucci with the Vans then
Used to Harlem Shake with the big shirts
Now my diamonds do the dancin’
My life is a movie, Steven Spielberg, Ferg
Nigga, light, camera, action
Mackin’ bitches from a pageant, put that pussy in a casket
Tell Serena that I love her, fuckin’ on my tennis racket
I could live in her palace, prolly put her in some Palace
But I’d prolly fuck it all up with a Love & Hip Hop ratchet
Huh, now I’m a loner, fuck ’round and blame it on Mona
Rich but I still love me a hood Dominican bitch with a Corona
Flexin’ with a Tec and all the weapons, that is not your persona
My flow is hotter than a sauna, makin’ all you rappers bipolar

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now

Ski Mask the Slump God – Apple Sauce Lyrics

Ski Mask the Slump God – Apple Sauce Lyrics

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