Frisco – Garn Again Lyrics

[Intro]
Garn again
Garn again

[Verse 1]
It’s getting warm again
Frisco letting off corn again
My likkle YG don’t like no MC
He’ll poke up all of them
I don’t talk to dem
They better pay their respects or forget consignment
Boy Better Know to the world
Mek dem know that they can’t f**k with the alignment
And they know I do this ting
Close one eye and aim when I do this ting
I’ve got bars for them, it’s a par for them
Garn again when I do this ting
You wanna jump on the riddim with who and swing?
I won’t diss man, tell an MC
Got punchlines that’ll trample an MC
(Sky) is where I’ll send an MC

[Hook]
Then I’m, then I’m garn again
Jump on a plane, I’m garn again
Come through, mash up the dance
But if there ain’t no gyal there, I’m garn again
I’m like ugh, garn again
They better ring the alarm again
They’re only hype when we’re not there
When we come around, they’re garn again
Garn again
Jump on a plane, I’m garn again
Come through, mash up the dance
But if there ain’t no gyal there, I’m garn again
I’m like ugh, garn again
They better ring the alarm again
They’re only hype when we’re not there
When we come around, they’re garn again

[Verse 2]
The other night, I was on my way home from a show
It was like something past three
I got a text on my phone saying “I’ve been at home drinking
No, I can’t go sleep”
15 minutes later, I was at the door with a bottle
And a big bag of weed
You might not know where I’m going with this
f**k it, let me proceed
Anyway, so I sat down, took my creps off
She only had a G-string and her vest on
Hey, before I kill it, I need to bill it
Babe, can I get something to rest on?
I took two draw, then I went in
Back shot was a next ting, doing my part again
Put on my hat, creps and my clothes
Bill one for the road, I’m garn again

[Hook]
Garn again
Jump on a plane, I’m garn again
Come through, mash up the dance
But if there ain’t no gyal there, I’m garn again
I’m like ugh, garn again
They better ring the alarm again
They’re only hype when we’re not there
When we come around, they’re garn again
Garn again
Jump on a plane, I’m garn again
Come through, mash up the dance
But if there ain’t no gyal there, I’m garn again
I’m like ugh, garn again
They better ring the alarm again
They’re only hype when we’re not there
When we come around, they’re garn again

[Hook]
Garn again
Jump on a plane, I’m garn again
Come through, mash up the dance
But if there ain’t no gyal there, I’m garn again
I’m like ugh, garn again
They better ring the alarm again
They’re only hype when we’re not there
When we come around, they’re garn again
Garn again
Jump on a plane, I’m garn again
Come through, mash up the dance
But if there ain’t no gyal there, I’m garn again
I’m like ugh, garn again
They better ring the alarm again
They’re only hype when we’re not there
When we come around, they’re garn again

Aitch – MICE Lyrics

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[Intro]
[?]
Put me off
WhyJay

[Verse]
Got a couple statements to make and some papers to chase
I’ve been grafting all year, still ain’t taking a break
Fam, I need to vacate, get my shades out the case
Trust me, can’t nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch (Woh)
Shame it ain’t ever easy, had to wait for my play
Had the promises were made but man are blatantly fake
Had to change up my ways, I just weighed up the game
Now the radio plays, that’s just making me cake (Ah-ah)
Look it’s Deezy, got your girlfriend in the feelings
Then I’m linking Simon, talking millions in meetings
Nineteen years old, four bills and we go eatin’
And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring (Skrrt)
Looking at the charts, come like looking in the mirror
Murdered every feature, when you greet me, call me killer (Uh)
Rapper, not a preacher, God forgive me, I’m a sinner
But I know you got my back so I give thanks before my dinner
Hottest younger in the UK, give a fuck what you say
They was poppin’ back then, cuzzy it’s a new day
Rapping ’bout a MAC-10, you’re thirty, it’s too late
Winding up your guns, you’re not worthy, it’s too fake, uh
Choppin’ rhythms up with YG, gotta whip a new tate
Blockin’ women out my life, yeah, I ain’t got time for you babe
Box of liquor on my driver, tryna’ find a new wave
Call the rider when outside and get inside the new shape (Haha)
Taking a piss, ain’t popped a pill but I’m taking a trip
Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth
Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bitch
Basically I’m going crazy with this
You ain’t taming me, please stay away from the kid
Hit the belly, now I can’t stay away from the fridge
Really poppin’, you ain’t stoppin’ me, I am made for this shit
One step, two step, killer rapper, who’s next?
Pussy, am the truth so don’t every get the youth vexxed
Doing what I do, I’m making moves, I got my crew set
Headlocking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex
I’ve been killing it, seriously where the fuck have you been?
Beat the odds, I’ve got the haters, every point got proven
Let me in and now they sit because your boys a new sense
Take the piss a little bit, but you can’t knock the movement
Mum and dad are happy, shit been taking off
And they ain’t got to worry ’bout a mortgage ’cause I paid it off
Had to take my shot because I really couldn’t take my job
Now I’m making guapies, kinda hard to find a way to not, haha
With my baby cakes I’m baking off
You know she love the baby face, it’s bake, she call me babe a lot
I take her on a date but turns out she really made the spot
Sexy with the make-up, but sexier when she take it off
Someone calm me down, I’m on fire, this shit be flamin’ hot
Sick of celebrating, all the herders they were taking shots
All I get is W’s, this winning got me faded off
Speak my mind every time I see the mic
Say it how it is, I just be me fam I don’t need to lie
Easy with it G, I bring the P’s to keep my peace of mind
Do it for the cake and I won’t sleep until I eat a slice
But don’t fuck about us, I swear I put the shotters down
You’re lucky if I take a break, you’re fucked if I put something out
Put the beat to bed, cut my check and then I’m cuttin’ out
Zubby to the head, this kushy cookie got me buggin’ out
Why the men pretending like they’re fucking with the kid?
Indirectly sending got you looking like a bitch
I got love for everyone but trusting them’s a myth
Live your life upon [?]
Haha

Young Thug – Big Blood Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Active gang bangin’, gang bangin’ activities for life
One thing I don’t regret is gang bangin’, know what I’m sayin’?
No cap
Woo! Yeah!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Guiseppes [?]
Piña coladas with ‘Tussin
I tell this bitch ain’t no [?]
I can’t be [?] with no slut
I put the racks on her T top
I got the [?] with a Reebok
Baby [?]
Both of my wrists [?]

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Woo)
Big blood, no hesitation (Yeah)
Big body, that’s speed racin’ (Yeah)
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Ooh)
Big blood, fuck litigatin’
I’m a big blood, fuck litigatin’ (Woo)
Speed racin’, speed racin’
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Yeah)
Big blood, fuck litigatin’ (Yeah)
I’m a big blood (Yeah), I’m a big blood (Big baller)
I’m a big blood (Yeah, yeah)
Put Guiseppes and Audis on bad bitches
Can’t get caught in [?]
I’m a big blood

[Verse 1: Young Thug & ?]
Red hat with the B on it
Big lick, no [?] on it
YG put the [?] on it
[?] put the [?] on it
YSL, but not Saint Laurent
Smoke biscotti, put that in a blunt
[?], I’ma smash that
I’m a big blood, where the bash at?
20 thousand, I can match that
50 thousand, where the cash at?
500, where the stash at?
Send a million dollars, no Cash App
I’m in a red Porsche, shit turbo
Sex, money and murder
I don’t know nothin’ ’bout this murder (Let’s go)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Guiseppes [?]
Piña coladas with ‘Tussin
I tell this bitch ain’t no [?]
I can’t be [?] with no slut
I put the racks on her T top
I got the [?] with a Reebok
Baby [?]
Both of my wrists [?]

[Verse 2: Young Thug & ?]
You say “Cap,” I say “Bap”
Keep that 40 on my lap
[?]
Call me [?], call me “Slatt”
Double cup, [?]
Suwop Big bloods
You go to church, I go to bhurch
You say “Hurt,” I say “Burt”
All of my niggas is winnin’
Ridin’ in a ghost for the sinnin’
I got your bitch and she [?]
I’m ’bout to buy her some Ritalin
Mix up the Gucci with Fendi
I put the bloods on, we spendin’
Fly out my bitches from Windy
Make her eat dick, no [?]

Shootergang Kony – Charlie Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
That’s just 1G
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Ayy, it’s f**k the police and your mama if you ask me
I recognize niggas ‘fore they turn into an athlete
You took it there, I’m just tryna Heem, word to Bambi
She want a loyal nigga, well that’s something that I can’t be
14, tooly in my jeans, hella ashy
I don’t know these bitches, I’ma call ’em all Ashley
Yeah, I got the tooly at the table but I’m classy
Belly me a nigga, make him wish he got his ass beat
15, glicky in my drawers, I’m a lost cause
Niggas couldn’t see me from the hip, and I gotta pause
Hit singers, ask ’em where they from, bet they all pause
Niggas that I’m with might look soft but they all dogs
Hot sauce, tryna eat the human when I lock jaws
Rockstars, it ain’t even rap, I’ll rock y’all
Talking to the pigs, guess y’all niggas f**k with hotdogs
Been gangbanging, who the f**k is all these oddballs? (Weirdos)

[Chorus]
Keep a Charlie, I don’t wanna hurt nobody, nigga
I’m just tryna catch a vibe or a body, ugh
Keep a Charlie, bitch, I got a chopper on me
It go womp-wah-womp-womp and flip the whole party, uh
If it’s on me, fold a nigga, origami
Nigga say he got a Tommy, should’ve shot it when he saw me
Shit, if Pookie in the room, probably f**k her in the lobby
I’m a gang member, bitch, so you know I got it on me, ugh

[Verse 2]
Kony, I don’t do the Heem or D’usse
Living in the funk, what the f**k is a suitcase?
Been tryna kick it like her first name Lupe
I do say my brother got a song on 2K
A travel pass, take your ass home with y’all traveling ass
Kony got a cougar, put the .40 in her fanny bag
I’ma have to kill ’em if he sing with your jagged ass
Cherry Clan, cherry air it, slide with your gambling ass
Bitch, please, think ‘fore you speak or get bitch-slapped
Kick back, when he come outside, we gon’ rip that
Hundred somethin’ shells, drown a nigga while they dispatch
Shoot first king, never lie, I was with straps
Deray hella geekin’, Jody clutchin’ a cobra
Fleecy blow a nigga whip up like shook-up soda
YG move mean, try to move a little colder
All this paper on a nigga got me feeling like a folder, ugh

[Chorus]
Keep a Charlie, I don’t wanna hurt nobody, nigga
I’m just tryna catch a vibe or a body, ugh
Keep a Charlie, bitch, I got a chopper on me
It go womp-wah-womp-womp and flip the whole party, uh
If it’s on me, fold a nigga, origami
Nigga say he got a Tommy, should’ve shot it when he saw me
Shit, if Pookie in the room, probably f**k her in the lobby
I’m a gang member, bitch, so you know I got it on me, ugh

Mustard – Perfect Ten Lyrics (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah
You don’t know who swimmin’ naked ’til the tide come in
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
f**k where your hoes at or where your Rolls at
Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at?
Where your down since day one real bros at?
Where them stories that you tellin’ unfold at?
Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain’t no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can’t control that

[Verse: Nipsey Hussle]
Ken Griffey throwback, nigga had to go left
Must’ve popped twenty-eight times, ’cause it’s four left
If it’s ’bout mine, ain’t a nigga that I won’t check
Run through your hardest homeboy, you could go next
’85 Cut’, dawg, Hussle had the Rolex
Chain on my white tee, now you see the progress
Stacked every chip on myself, time to collect
All money in, just imagine what I gross back

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
f**k where your hoes at or where your Rolls at
Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at?
Where your down since day one real bros at?
Where them stories that you tellin’ unfold at?
Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain’t no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can’t control that

[Interlude: Nipsey Hussle]
That’s why I called my thing The Marathon (Yeah)
‘Cause I, I’m not gon’ lie and portray, um, this ultimate poise
Like I been had it figured out
Nah, I just didn’t quit
That’s the only distinguishing quality
From me and probably whoever else is goin’ through this
Went through this, or is gonna go through this
Is that I ain’t quit
I went through every emotion
I went through every emotion with tryna pursue what I’m doing
You know what I mean? (Mhm)
And I think that what, what’s gon’ separate whoever’s gon’ try to go for something is that, you ain’t gon’ quit
That’s, you know, you really gon’ take the stance of I’m gon’ die behind what I’m gettin’ at right here

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
f**k where your hoes at or where your Rolls at
Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at?
Where your down since day one real bros at?
Where them stories that you tellin’ unfold at?
Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain’t no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can’t control that

[Interlude: Nipsey Hussle]
I think that our reaction to being disrespected
We gotta, we gotta, we have to reassess how we react
You know what I mean?
I think that, we’ve been known as, as hip hop, to make songs
And that’s a part of it
And then, we gotta, we gotta go a step further because I think that
It’s like a disease in a body
Once you start givin’ it a treatment it’ll get immune to the treatment (Mhm)
And you gotta try something else to kill that disease
So, I think protest music is important
I think that YG was a genius

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
f**k where your hoes at or where your Rolls at
Where your backbone, nigga, where your code at?
Where your down since day one real bros at?
Where them stories that you tellin’ unfold at?
Where your heart, nigga? Where your soul at?
We got old school ways, we expose that
Ain’t no guarantees, but you know that
Niggas die every day, can’t control that

Mustard – 100 Bands Lyrics (feat. Quavo, Yg & Meek Mill)

[Intro: Quavo & YG]
Whoop, woo!
Y’all already know who I am? Right?
Mustard on the beat, ho
Let’s go

[Chorus: Quavo]
Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, let’s go, yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Make her best friend (Woo) be her hype man (Hype man)
You keep going big (Woo) she wanna fight, damn (Going big)
Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn (Bad)
Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn (Cash)
I pull down on your city
In your city, they f**k with me (City)
And these bitches f**king with me
‘Cause I represent my city (f**k with me)
In the kitchen, you can witness
All this cash that we gettin’ (Whoop)
If you started, we gon’ finish
Whole gang with the bidness (Here we go, bidness, bow)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, here we go)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
What’s a hunnid racks? I throw it real quick (Straight up)
Thought it was a limp, this way this stripper do a split (Split)
One nine four two, get the bad bitches lit (On God)
New Chanel purse, every time she throw a fit (Straight up)
Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes (21!)
I’m on group facetime, me and all my hoes (On God)
You can send me nudes, on my mom I won’t expose (Straight up)
Halfback sweep, I’ma pass her to my bros (Sweet)
Fake kick, I’ma let my brother catch the two-point
Bitches like singles, Savage always got a new joint
Thought he was a gangster, but he snitching yeah, oink, oink
Work too hard bitch, you can’t get a coin, coin (21!)

[Chorus: Quavo, 21 Savage, & YG]
Hunnid bands (Woo, 21!), hunnid bands (Woo, 21!)
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands (Straight up, hunnid bands)
10 bands (Straight up, 10 bands) in the right hand (Right, 4Hunnid!)
10 bands (Hey) in my left hand (On god)

[Verse 3: YG]
Santa Claus bag, ho sit up on you (Ho sit)
Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you (Flip)
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (As I hit the corner)
YG got his shit together, he a business owner (Oh, oh)
Popping tags, shopping bags, nigga I gotta brag (Gotta brag)
The YSL don’t fit, I ain’t even take it back (f**k that shit)
Ella Mai trippin’, we do a lot of that (A lot of that)
But it ain’t ever ’bout a bitch, we trip to Cabo, Jack (Skrrt, ayy)
Big bands on me, drumline (Big bands)
I just let the money talk, don’t need no punchline
I like the sunshine so I said, “f**k the rules” (What is that?)
If you ’bout a bag, holla, “Suu whoop” (Let’s go!)

[Chorus: Quavo & Meek Mill]
Hunnid bands (Oh, woo), hunnid bands (Oh, woo)
Hunnid bands (Oh), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands)
10 bands (Oh, 10 bands) in the right hand (Oh, right)
10 bands (Oh, hey) in my left hand (Oh, Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
More money (More money), more bitches (More bitches)
More milli’s (More milli’s), more riches (Yeah)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, I got four bitches
And they squatting on that dick like they doin’ fitness
Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top (Skrrt)
Spent a corner in the dorm, while the opps watch (Let’s get it)
I’m too rich to go through somethin’ about a thot, thot (Huh)
Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh you a cop, cop (Huh)
This shit serious (This shit serious)
Bad bitch gon’ give me brain, she on her period (She on her period)
In the trenches of Dubai, they don’t know where he is (Where ya at?)
Is that a bird? No, that’s a jet, yeah, there he is (Gang)

[Chorus: Quavo & Meek Mill]
Hunnid bands (Oh, Gat), hunnid bands (Oh, Gat)
Hunnid bands (Oh, Gat), hunnid bands (Oh, hunnid bands, woah)
10 bands (Oh, let’s get it) in the right hand (Oh, right, woah)
10 bands (Woah, woah) in my left hand

Lil Tjay – Leaked (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Tjay & Lil Wayne]
Ooh, yeah
Lil Tjay
So I’m skrrting off the scene in a foreign, see me goin’
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong (Ooh)
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don’t know what she on (Ooh)
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got to put my Perc’ in, it’s workin’
Lil Mama, say she nervous, yeah, sure bitch
I just want a lil’ mountain, lip service
Treat it like a house, she want insurance
I’ma fuck her good one time, let her unwind
She gon’ tell me where to come at, I’ma come fly
Put my thumb up in her yeah, yeah, she gon’ jump by
I’ma fuck her like a madman, I ain’t even mad, man
She gon’ do a handstand or standing ovation
She rub my red flag, I call her Rozation
She get the pedi and the manicure, but no facial
Natural beauty, I’ma call your mother, “Mother Nature”
Under the covers, she know Tucnechi like the Undertaker
Girl that’s my pussy, she say, “Daddy, that’s an understatement”
I got it leaking like a pool lane
She call me Tunechi, when we fuck, she call me Tunechi

[Verse 2: Lil TJay]
I got up out my Birkin, it’s workin’
She said she a virgin, it’s hurtin’
But she ain’t never show me love when my pockets hurtin’
Now she see a nigga on, she fucking and slurping
And they see me puttin’ on and it got them nervous
We don’t never need to ball, I did it on purpose
And I used to play the block with the fiends, got some knots to my jeans
If a nigga talk hot, we gon’ pop for his bean (Nah-nah)
I’m coming strong and they knew that
You ain’t no competition, boy, don’t think you wanna do that (I’m like)
You had your chance, but you blew that (Lil Tjay)
Everybody asking who that? (Oh, no, no, no, no)
The fuck going on?
Someone in my circle started leaking all my songs
I’ma stay ten toes, I’ma still go strong
I don’t get these snake niggas, we just can’t get along

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
So I’m skrrting off the scene in a foreign, see me goin’
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don’t know what she on
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
Fuck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I’m in the stu’, this my new grind
I’m cooking up, I’m cooking up, ain’t tryna lose time
I shoot it up, don’t give a fuck, ain’t tryna lose mine

[Verse 3: Lil Tjay with Lil Wayne]
Gangbang, growing up I was Stain Gang
Stain Gang, promise I was only tryna maintain
Lil TJay SB, that’s the gang gang
Ask about me, bet they tell you how my name ring
And I know they gon’ hate ’cause I’m up now
I’m at the point where I don’t really give a fuck now
Free the guys, I’ma say it ’til they touch down
One day everybody have a bustdown

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
So I’m skating off the scene in a foreign, see me goin’
Me and YG up in Cali smoking GT out the bong
Shawty pulled up in a thong, I don’t know what she on
If she ask to spend the night then I might give her what she want
Fuck her one time, maybe two times if she do fine
Make your boo mine, I’m in the stu’, this my new grind
I’m cooking up, I’m cooking up, ain’t tryna lose time
I shoot it up, don’t give a fuck, ain’t tryna lose mine (Dystinkt Beats)

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Gang, gang, pulling up
I was stain gang, stain gang, pulling up
Promise I was only trying to maintain
Lil Tunechi, YMB, that’s the gang, gang
Lil Tunechi, YMB, that’s the gang, gang
And I know they gon’ hate ’cause I’m up now
I’m at the point, I don’t really give a fuck now
Free the guys, I’ma scream it ’till they touch down
Lil Tunechi, YMB, that’s the gang, gang

YG – Heart 2 Heart Lyrics

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[Intro: Rose Gold]
This that heartfelt shit
This that heartfelt

[Pre-Chorus: YG]
This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil’ bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that’s all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it’s a hard lil’ trip
I’m right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil’ grip
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah

[Chorus: Arin Ray & Rose Gold]
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So somebody help me please

[Verse 1: YG]
Talking to my homie, he said he broke
Ask him how his daughter, he said they low
He said, “YG, I can’t take this shit no more”
I said, “Chill before you rob something,” he said he need to smoke
So we lit up, I had to tell my nigga sit up
The homie had his chin down, I told him, “Put your chin up”
I can’t see you like this, dawg
Shot him some cash and told him this, dawg
“Whatever you wanna do, just put your mind to it and do it
Calculate your steps, draw your blueprint, get to it
Find some helpin’ hands that’s gon’ contribute to your movement
‘Cause anything is possible, just look at me, I proved it
Focus on improvement, results, no excuses
Stick to the script, know your vision, never lose it
I promise, nigga, these my last two cents
When that money start coming, don’t spend it on nothing stupid”
My nigga

[Pre-Chorus: YG]
This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil’ bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that’s all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it’s a hard lil’ trip (Gotta focus, my nigga)
I’m right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil’ grip (Gotta focus, nigga)
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah (Shit ain’t that hard, just focus)

[Chorus: Arin Ray & Rose Gold]
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me (You know, they say that when you talk about shit, it kinda help you)
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you (Little mental health exercises, yeah)
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe (It’s gon’ be okay, baby)
So somebody help me please

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, my dawg came home, he just did a dime
I told him hit the road with me at least twenty times
He in the hood selling bricks, tryna flip a nine
Got locked, went up for bail, got that shit denied
On parole, he in the hole, barely calling home
Got knocked ‘fore I could see him, tell him welcome home
Told his baby mama to threeway me, he call her phone
‘Cause I know the pain, locked in them chains, all alone
And it feel like the walls closing and pray to Allah, hoping that
When he go to court, that the feds don’t open it
Fake niggas putting up, “Free you” when they be posting it
But ain’t no money orders in the mail when you open it
My young boy was toting that Glock, high off them opiates
Killed his dawg about some shit that wasn’t appropriate
Judge gave him 20 to 40, he couldn’t cope with it
And now he on the meds, I’m praying he hold his head, for real (For real)

[Pre-Chorus: YG]
This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil’ bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that’s all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it’s a hard lil’ trip
I’m right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil’ grip
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah

[Chorus: Arin Ray & Rose Gold]
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
Somebody help me please

YG – Bottle Service Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga, nigga
I’m that nigga, that motherfucking nigga
My bitch that bitch, she that motherfucking bitch
She got her own shit, natural, pretty, slim thick

[Verse 1]
You madder than a bitch ’cause a nigga glowed up
I’m in a Aventador, this is not a Lambo truck
I ain’t the only one lit, my whole clique run it up
You want a G for free? For free? What the fuck? (What the fuck?)

[Interlude]
I’m tired of these broke ass niggas standin’ at the table
They wanna pull up and fuck with the bitches, but they ain’t buying no bottles
Nigga, buy some motherfucking bottles, you, broke ass nigga

[Verse 2]
I can’t stand a broke nigga, I can’t stand a broke bitch
Five bands, ain’t all-ones, I just threw a whole fit
I’ma whole boss nigga, I keep me a boss bitch
I write it down on paper, then I check it off the list
All day, I’m running plays, running plays, I’m running plays
Ain’t got time to clean the house, bitch, I got a maid
I came to make a movie, lil’ bitch, I think I’m Blade
I’m a movie star, tell the promoter I need a raise
I don’t talk in circles, no, this not a maze
I just fucked a bad bitch, ooh, I’m in a daze
No, I’m not a water boy, nigga, I’m in the game
Put some money on your head, twenty piece, chump change
Nigga

[Interlude]
Hell nah, hell nah, nigga, move the fuck out the motherfucking way
I’m tryna get to the niggas with the bag, I’m tryna get flewed out
And not like that, but you look like you ain’t flyin’ out shit, nigga

[Verse 3]
Pull up in a drop top, Uber, they ain’t even hot
She was a good girl, but I turned her to a thot
Right pocket is a knot, left pocket hold a Glock
You can the next 50, nigga, take these nine shots
You always got somethin’ bad to say, you a hater
You niggas penny pinching, man, I’m itching for that paper
I want a big crib, glass floors, elevator
I like that in-house pussy like Flava Flava
You in that baby mama Benz, that is not a stunt
You swear you doing somethin’, man, your head is corrupt
Get you a nigga like me, bitch, I’m what’s up
I just had to take her to brunch she let me fuck

[Interlude]
You talkin’ like you got the motherfucking check, but is you cuttin’ it?
Nigga, that’s your motherfucking homeboy’s section, nigga
Talkin’ all that shit with a G-Shock on
Got your phone out, recordin’ like a bitch, nigga, put your phone down

[Verse 4]
Came through with a hundred niggas with me, I’m a leader
If he say he about to shoot the shit up, you better believe him
I’m a dog, I’m a lion, I’m a fucking hyena
Got it out the mud, you can’t dirty ’cause you a diva
Lil’ Boosie in the speaker, so you know I don’t give no fucks
YG hit your bitch, I really hit it, wasn’t luck
The war cost money, nigga, get your dollars up
I’m buyin’ handguns, choppas and bulletproof trucks
Still standin’ ten years plus, I really do this
Pull your hair, hit it from the back, I really do this
Diamonds dancing, got these bitches jumpin’ to conclusions
“YG ain’t got a bag”, Bitch, is you stupid?

[Interlude]
What kinda car you drivin’, nigga?
What type of bitches is you fucking?
I’m a top notch bitch and I like top notch shit
You better get your bag together, lil’ nigga

Logic – Wannabe Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
How much does fame weigh?
A gram

[Chorus]
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous?
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be f– I be f–
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous?
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
I wanna be–

[Verse]
I’m just a regular person, so I’m not good enough, no, I’m not good enough, no, I ain’t shit
I don’t get likes like they get likes, so I’m gonna slit my fuckin’ wrist
I ain’t apologin’, inject the collagen
Make me feel like I’m in college again (College again)
He sellin’ fame by the gram (By the gram)
Can’t leave the house without you in my hand (You in my hand)
That social media shit is a contest
If I ain’t winnin’ then I am depressed
And I feel less than, I get stressed then
I, I, I, I, I get stressed like (Ooh)
Why you think Kanye crazy?
Why you think YG in Brazy like, “Suu whoop”
Why you think Dope Boy ain’t on the Internet no more?
Motherfuck all of you

[Chorus]
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous?
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be f– I be f–
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous?
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
I wanna be–

YG – Band Drum Lyrics

[Intro: YG]
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer
Stay laced up
On Bloods
Stay laced up

[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: YG]
Uh, uh, baddies, lumps
Uh, uh, Mr. Klumps
Uh, uh, she on my, ****
**** her once, I don’t *** the butt
YG always cuss, YG do too much
Oh my God he always wearin’ red, he a super Blood
You ****** super sus, act like y’all be pistoled up
When them shots fire, all you ****** did was duck
Duck, duck, duck, duck
Duck, duck, duck, goose
I don’t want her, she boof, uh
Heard that ***** loose, uh
Yeah she with the *****, ayy
Gave me head in the coupe

[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Woo
Big gun, handgun, shootout, And-1
Hop out, tap out, time out, damn, son (what?)
Goyard trunks, Gucci trunks
Goku, Trunks, asthma pump
Uh, uh, hit a ***** once he done
Crack ’em like Humpty Dumpty
She don’t wanna ****, she dumb
Uh, uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
‘Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner with the pink mink
My little man was on the corner with the clink clink
Gold bank, roll 8, gold links
Whole gang hold weight

[Chorus: YG]
I just bought my band drums and that **** came with the drum
Do a ***** fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug
*** ** **, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Outro]
Alert! Bomb first
Trained to go, **** hesitation
Ten steps ahead, not just of enemy, but of all men
Set an example by demonstration, not conversation
Fear of God, but with God keep a faithful relation
Do the unthinkable, pop up on that ass out the blue like peek-a-boo
All a man gots is his **** and his word
So whatever that man says, he gots to do
And if that ***** is yours, protect it by all means
Keep them real ******, some top lawyers, financial advisors and them get-the-job-done riders on your team
And now you’re ready for the world, ya-da-da-mean
Stay dangerous

YG – Suu Whoop lyrics

[Intro]
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m bray (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brave)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 1]
Suu whoop my rag (rag)
I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
“YG, don’t you got a daughter?”
Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag), blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
“YG, how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue?”
Nigga, I ain’t mad
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Always down with this thug shit
She get fly, she suck dick
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)

[Refrain]
“YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (he paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)”
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box
‘Cause a nigga off the block
YG a.k.a. Big Blood, a.k.a. Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga)
YG a.k.a. Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m bray (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brave)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 2]
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
I don’t make no sense, nigga
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
Come to L.A. and pay rent, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga
Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoopin’ in my songs
My enemies sing my songs
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
What, who, and where? End of discussion

[Refrain]
“‘Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)”
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
On Piru, suu whoooooop

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m bray (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brave)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

G-Eazy – Love Is Gone lyrics

(feat. Drew Love of THEY.)

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone (uh, yeah)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Shit, the world is in flames
We worry about materials and the simplest things
When cops are killing people, and they can’t take the blame
They get acquitted, then you wonder why all the people rage, stupid
We all keep praying for peace, praying for progress
If you live in the hills then you stay in the projects
So folks won’t listen if they think what I’m saying is conscious
They’d rather hear me turning up on some simpler topics
Yeah, so what’s my place, am I outta line?
For speaking o what’s going on and saying what’s on my mind?
This shit is fucked up, plus it’s happening all the time
My job, as a rapper is to entertain, we tryna shine
I’m not no politician, but they listen, somebody inform ’em
All the kids gotta find out what’s really important
I got a platform and a voice and a stage to perform on
Music could be a good escape, but outside it’s been storming, yeah

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone (yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
As I sit in the studio, guess the thinking is
If the statement’s too crazy, then should I finish this?
Or if my image is pretty, don’t wanna blemish this
Or ever split up my fans, reduce my relevance
Pay attention and understand what the premise is
Everything not gravy, we can’t pretend it is
So I salute YG, fuck the president
‘Cause he a fucking racist supported by white supremacists
Fuck Donald, go back to just running businesses
We all wishing somehow we could’ve prevented this
Until we all love each other, nobody benefits
Minorities and feminists, trans, gays, and immigrants
The government mix politics and religiousness
So a man’s body’s more free than a woman’s is
The anger is real, the riots are limitless
And nothing’s gonna change ’til we killing off all this ignorance, yeah

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone

[Outro: Drew Love]
Monsters, we’ve turned into monsters
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
Our conscience, we lost it
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Bolo Tie lyrics

(feat. YG)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I never won the spelling bee
I could read people’s energy
Listen to what have been said to me
Heard the voices in elementary
That I wouldn’t amount to anything
Ol’ girl, she used to beg to me
Like, if we just had a nice house and a mortgage
And a front lawn, and a fucking wedding ring
I danced in Paris, shed my shell
Swam in oceans, felt the scales
Put my CD in Starbucks, it did not sell
Get the CD out the car trunk and did it myself
These piano keys hold some weight
In a bolo tie, I escort my date
She ordered shrimp scampi on a porcelain plate
The accordion played, I put my fork in a steak
Afternoons need a coffee boost
Attitude needs a confidence boost
Yeah, I’m sort of the dude
But where’s the self-esteem when the costumes removed?
Thanks for the invite, can’t make it
I could blame it on a flight to Vegas
But, truth be told, rather not socialize
And go and waste my time with an acquaintance
These relationships need maintenance
Everybody got expectations
Text back, so impatient
Where were you when I was in in-patient?

[Hook: Macklemore]
Motherfucker, you ain’t my accountant
You don’t know what I’m doing
Focusing on what I’m giving back
Man, make better music
Fuck preaching on top of the mountain
People can see through it
Keeping my name in your mouth
Just don’t bite your tongue while you chew it

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Exactly, I got the man of the year
Source magazine was like our Vanity Fair
In a mansion, picking out a chandelier
But got a bone to pick with the man in the mirror
Questioning the purchase while I’m standing there
Questioning the purpose of my rap career
Thinking “Man, what the hell happened here?”
Feels like yesterday in a van packing gear
What am I gonna go and give back this year?
There’s a whole lot of struggling rappers here
Want a co-sign and a whole track this year
If you know motherfuckers start acting weird
Lot of backstabbers and some actors here
Lot of has-beens and over-reactors here
I remember laughing and cracking beers
Now I climbed the ladder and you’re mad I’m here

[Hook: Macklemore (YG)]
Motherfucker, you ain’t my accountant
You don’t know what I’m doing
Focusing on what I’m giving back
Man, make better music
Fuck preaching on top of the mountain
People can see through it
Keeping my name in your mouth
Just don’t bite your tongue while you chew it
(400)
Motherfucker, I’m gone

[Verse 3: YG]
Judging me off of my past
You don’t see what I’m doing
When I got shot that was headline news
Y’all used me for views, I ain’t stupid
Cause what about all the good?
The non-profit for the kids in the hood
That ain’t got no option in them shelter homes plotting
Shit, I’m just doing what I should
They must want no one to know
Cause they don’t put that on the news, bro
They entertained by the culture, they vultures
They suck us like leaches ’til we broke
But I know the game, so I play it like chess
Act like a square, but really be the threat
The next time my name in the press
Talk about how YG gave them kids Christmas

[Hook: YG]
Motherfucker, you ain’t my accountant
You don’t know what I’m doing
Focused on what I’m giving back
Man, make good music
Preaching on top of the mountain
People can see through it
Keeping my name in your mouth
Just don’t bite your tongue while you chew it
Motherfucker, I’m gone

[Outro: Macklemore (YG)]
Fuck, hey, woo
Motherfucker, I’m gone
(Four, four, four…)
Hey where’d he go though?
(400)
Motherfucker, I’m gone
(I am the victim not the motherfuckin’ suspect)
And he’s gone, gone

DJ Mustard – No Reason (feat. YG, Jeezy, Nipsey Hussle & RJ) lyrics

[Hook: yg]
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I’m in that [?] smokin’ like a Marley
[?] so loud soundin’ like a Harley
[?] in my hand but it ain’t a phony
Nobody get shot then it ain’t a party
Versace on my feet, Versace on my belt
I’m at the road dealer, I don’t need help
And the shit that I’m packin’ make the seat melt
[?] ridin’ shotgun on the seatbelt
My doors open up backwards, no way
No use talkin’ like you still **** with Jose
[?] got some bad ****es ****in’ with my Fungsway
So much rose gold, got thorns on it
Half a million dollar car for no reason
And we keep the clubs full like the Four Seasons

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
I’mma ball on you ****as, I’m takin’ all of they ****es
Now they see they can’t be us, try to fly with us ****a
No facade my ****a, I’m zero tolerance ****a
Over two things, my folks and economy ****a
****As gotta be kiddin’, don’t ever challenge me ****a
Got a ****ed up ass temper, I’d prolly kill ’em
And I ain’t the one to start it but I’d prolly finish
If I don’t send him to the grave then it’s probably the dentist
Look ya’ll ****as should prolly listen
All I’m speakin’ is real shit, I should start a religion
Ya’ll lookin’ like ya’ll all on your feelin’s
When you see us in the club, all these bottles and ****es
**** It, I got money for the case, I got money for the ace
I got money for an eighth, I got money in the safe
‘Bout to pull it out and drop money on the [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 3: rj]
They call me are motherfucker
If you with your broad you should cuff her
I saw my momma I’mma need three feet
Cause these ****es want pictures, ****as want somethin’ free
Still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey
Slow poke, Joe Clark, ****a lean on me
Crushin’ only codeine, I be flirtin’ with the fuego
100 bottles, can’t even see the table
Dope fiend, a ****a screamin’ out the label
Put you on the set or I can put you on the payroll
Hanging off the roof like what’s up with that ****
Suckin’ me and ****as [?] you in love with that ****
****As die for a lick, shots till we equal
I made it out the sand but it’s still [?] Pedro
I’m [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(Hm, 4Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
Right Now Sound, Yeah
Sound, Sound!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, “12 Play” with the foreplay

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (Skrt)
I’m on jet skis with naked bitches
Give my last to these naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me, I text her, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

Preme – Loaded (feat. YG) lyrics

[Verse 1: Preme]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left port in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don’t talk to the pork
Just a young nigga from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I’m way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
A-list bitch but her name ain’t important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that shit look boring
New whip, new bitch and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
Bitch I’m the boss on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana and the hammer now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my niggas out the pen
Build a dozen niggas [?] and I do this shit again
Man I only got brothers, I ain’t never had friends
Getting dollars with them niggas that ain’t never had cents
Oh no

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

[Verse 2: YG]
No white T’s anymore, they don’t check ID’s anymore
Got a bitch named Christian Dior, cause all the bitch wear is Christian Dior
Catch a nigga ridin’ by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain’t really ridin’ by myself
I don’t need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, I designed by myself
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Backup nigga, watch how I blow this
This shit come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
She tryna fuck all day and get loaded
I wanna fuck two, but I’m tryna get focused
Million dollars in there, what a nigga grossing?
Used to kick down the front door, now the door open
Ooh, we don’t fuck with the opps, baby tryna fuck up the knots
Oh, and if you fuck up tonight, we gon’ have to jack off the Glock
I’m just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
Can I live?, big steak on the grill
In the safe half a mill, [P Reign] 4 hundred
OVO 4 hundred, six side so trill

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

BlocBoy JB – Nike Swoosh (feat. YG) lyrics

[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Hah, hah, hah

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
Ayy we gon’ pull up with them sticks and make ’em lay down (and make ’em lay down)
I got a Glock, it got a dick, and I’ma spray now (graow baow)
That nigga talkin’ like a bitch, ayy what you say now? (word, word)
And I just put fifty up in a lil K round (K round)
Gun to your mouth, tell me what you gon’ say now bitch (say now)
Ooh, I just spent fifty on jewels (ooh)
Ooh, you know I ball like Caillou (Caillou)
Poof, put a nigga ass on the news (news)
Shoot, then I make a song called Shoot (shoot)
Ice on my wrist and it cost ’bout a coupe (word)
I fuck your bitch and I drop her like oops (that’s on my mama)
Oops, I just dropped her like oops (oops)
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh (let’s do it)
These niggas, I call ’em Twitter the Tiger (tiger)
You are not a hitter you a typewriter (you a typewriter)
I’ma spark a nigga like a big lighter (big lighter)
Smash on your bitch, that’s a one-nighter (one-nighter)
I’d rather get jumped before I start running (running)
Hit the dash cuz, don’t you see the cops comin’? (they comin’)
We gone (gone), I was on the block late night servin’ cones (cones)
Y’all was in house when the streetlight came on (that’s on my mama)
You know my TY with the chrome (word)
He on the t-rike, he got roam (yeah, yeah)
Hundred fuckin’ shots at his dome (yeah yeah yeah)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Oops, I just dropped her like oops
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Oops, I just dropped her like oops
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh

[Verse 2: YG]
400, uh, uh
Down, said it go down down down, said it go down down down
You flex on the ‘Gram, how?
You don’t trap, you ain’t flip fifty pounds, wow (uh-oh)
Deuce deuce twenty-five, thirty-eight, forty Glock, four-five
My gun game got style, uh
Niggas know I’m down to slide, double homicide
Do a nigga foul (400)
Keep the Glock cocked, I’m first to start bustin’
You swear you a shooter, I swear I saw you runnin’
You TD ain’t turnt down, niggas can’t tell me nothin’
You ain’t lit bitch, shut up and start fuckin’
Ooh, I had to ice out the crew, ooh
I had to fuck with the blue, ooh
BlocBoy, YG in a coupe, ooh
What’s the color of the car? suuwoop
Red and blue come together, that’s a zoo, ooh
Go against the gang, that’s a lose, ooh
Man y’all lil niggas got somethin’ to prove, ooh
What you learn at high school, shoot
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, bitch I got the juice
Ooh, ooh, ooh, bitch I had a shootout, bitch, it made the news
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah that right there it put me in the mood
Ooh, ooh, ooh, don’t get shot bitch, touchin’ my jewels

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Oops, I just dropped her like oops
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Oops, I just dropped her like oops
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh

Cardi B – She Bad (feat. YG) lyrics

[Intro: YG]
4Hunnid!
Mustard on the beat ho

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Look, look
Momma needs some mill money (cash)
Prada bag and heel money
See my ex, he still love me (ha)
New nigga ‘gon kill for me (yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
My account got commas in it (cash)
Damn daddy, you fine as hell
I hope your wallet got condoms in it
I’m up, she mad, I’m first, she’s last (yeah)
Rob who? Take what? Click-clack, ski-mask
I’m a boss in a skirt, I’m a dog, I’m a flirt
Write a verse while I twerk, I wear Off-White at church
Prolly make the preacher sweat, read the Bible, Jesus wept
Bitch say that she gon’ try me, how come I haven’t seen it yet?
Give it to him so good that his eyes roll back (huh?)
Shorty said it’s all hers, why her thighs don’t match?

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Weed blowin’, pussy boss, suck his dick through his drawers
Lick the balls just because, lil bitch, I eat balls
I’m a monsta, mouth open wide like opera
Face down, ass up, I got perfect posture (woo)
It’s lit like a lamp, lick you like a stamp (yuh)
Beat this pussy up (yuh) I take it like a champ (woo)
Balenciaga momma, I know you heard about her
Spoil me in Prada, I’m worth every dollar (cash)
The one you made, could keep ’em (yeah)
I need Chrissy Teigen
Know a bad bitch when I see one (yeah, woo)
Tell Rih-Rih I need a threesome
I’m his favorite type of chick, boujee, bad, and thick (uh)
I could buy designer, but this Fashion Nova fit
All that ass (woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

[Verse 3: YG]
She bad, in the bag, move slow, hit it fast
She ride me ’til I crash, 400 minutes, I last
She compliment my swag, all you niggas harass
All them bitches wanna be her friend now, she laugh (hey now)
Uh, uh, she buy her man a Bentley coupe
Uh, uh, she got niggas and bitches, too
Uh, uh, she wear off-white to church, ooh
Uh, only Birkin, not Dooney & Burke, woo
Birkin bag, fuck a tag, fuck me, and she fuck me bad
Whispered in her ear, “You got these bitches beat, they runnin’ laps”
You know you something special, you figured it out, you from the traps
Step out wearin’ that dress, showin’ that ass and it’s a fuckin’ wrap

[Chorus: YG]
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag
Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag
Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag
Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad

YG – Suu Whoop

[Intro]
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 1]
Suu whoop my rag (rag)
I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
"YG, don’t you got a daughter?"
Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag), blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
"YG, how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue?"
Nigga, I ain’t mad
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Always down with this thug shit
She get fly, she suck dick
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)

[Refrain]
"YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (he paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box
‘Cause a nigga off the block
YG a.k.a. Big Blood, a.k.a. Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga)
YG a.k.a. Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 2]
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
I don’t make no sense, nigga
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
Come to L.A. and pay rent, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga
Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoopin’ in my songs
My enemies sing my songs
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
What, who, and where? End of discussion

[Refrain]
"’Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)"
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
On Piru, suu whoooooop

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

DJ Mustard & Rjmrla – Is It Mine (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro]
Games
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Let me know what’s on your mind
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it?

[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
Hit me when you choose up
Hit when you high or when you sober
Maybe we can both nut
And if we do this one time, it’s for both of us
Baby, do you hear? Don’t believe, I’m your friend, not an enemy
Chin to your knees, got you pimped off your pedigree
[?] SOP, every sin ain’t a felony
Spend how we shoppin’ how we spend once
I don’t wanna waste no time, when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Babe, let me know what’s on your mind, we can both save time
If you keep it 100, no chain gang bang
I been pullin’ on your hair, yeah
I know you feel it when your eyes rollin’ back, throw it back
I been drillin’ everywhere, yeah
And then you wonder where we go, go next, on set, on the set

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
You say this pussy for me
I gotta see if it’s true
Oh, dive in it
See if anybody else got in it, I’m in it
Ooh, leave this position to me
We switch positions for you
Baby, let me show you what I’m blessed with
Beat it up until you get the message
Cleanin’ up the messes
I like when you scream out who the bestest
I ain’t tryna press it
I just make investments
Started off at home, happy I dressed it
Still a YG but baby, listen, I’m a veteran
Waste no time when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Just let me know what’s on your mind ’cause you been on mine
All day, I have you dreamin’ ’bout sex
Safe sex, latex, ayy

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it? (Whose is it? Whose is it?)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & RJmrLA]
Is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy?
Look, is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy? (Is it mine ’cause I need it)

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(Hm, 4Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
You know what I’m saying? Yeah
Ty (so)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, "12 Play" with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (Skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last to these naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

G-Eazy – Love Is Gone lyrics

Below are the complete “Love Is Gone” lyrics by G-Eazy displayed. These lyrics were added 4 days ago.

Love Is Gone lyrics

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone (uh, yeah)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Shit, the world is a flame
We worry about materials and the simplest things
When cops are killing people, and can’t take the blame
They get acquitted, then you wonder why all the people rage, stupid
We all keep praying for peace, praying for progress
If you live in the hills then you stay in the projects
So folks won’t listen if they think what I’m saying is conscious
They’d rather hear me turning up on some simpler topics
Yeah so what’s my place and my idol line
Then speaking what’s going on, and saying what’s on my mind
This sh*t is f*cked up, plus it’s happening all the time
My job, as a rapper is to entertain, we tryna shine
I’m not no politician, but they listen to somebody informal
All the kids gotta find out whats really important
I got a platform and a voice and a stage to perform on
Music could be a good escape, but outside it’s been storming

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone (yeah, uh)

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[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
As I sit in the studio, guess the thinking this
If the statement’s too crazy then should I finish this
Or if my image is pretty, don’t wanna blemish this
Or ever split up my fans, reduce my relevance
Pay attention and understand what the premise is
Everything not gravy, we can’t pretend it is
So I salute YG, f*ck the president
‘Cause he a f*cking racist supported by white supremacists
Fuck Donald, go back to just running businesses
We all wishing somehow we could’ve prevented this
Until we all love each other nobody benefits
Minorities and feminists, trans, gays and immigrants
The government mix politics and religiousness
So a man’s body’s more free than a woman’s is
The anger is real, the riots are limitless
And nothing’s gonna change ’til we killing off all this ignorance

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone

[Outro: Drew Love]
Monsters, we’ve turned into monsters
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
Our conscience, we lost it
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?

G-Eazy – Love Is Gone (feat. Drew Love)

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone (uh, yeah)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Shit, the world is a flame
We worry about materials and the simplest things
When cops are killing people, and can’t take the blame
They get acquitted, then you wonder why all the people rage, stupid
We all keep praying for peace, praying for progress
If you live in the hills then you stay in the projects
So folks won’t listen if they think what I’m saying is conscious
They’d rather hear me turning up on some simpler topics
Yeah so what’s my place, am I outta line?
Then speaking what’s going on, and saying what’s on my mind
This shit is fucked up, plus it’s happening all the time
My job, as a rapper is to entertain, we tryna shine
I’m not no politician, but they listen, somebody inform ’em
All the kids gotta find out whats really important
I got a platform and a voice and a stage to perform on
Music could be a good escape, but outside it’s been storming

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone (yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
As I sit in the studio, guess the thinking is
If the statement’s too crazy then should I finish this
Or if my image is pretty, don’t wanna blemish this
Or ever split up my fans, reduce my relevance
Pay attention and understand what the premise is
Everything not gravy, we can’t pretend it is
So I salute YG, fuck the president
‘Cause he a fucking racist supported by white supremacists
Fuck Donald, go back to just running businesses
We all wishing somehow we could’ve prevented this
Until we all love each other nobody benefits
Minorities and feminists, trans, gays and immigrants
The government mix politics and religiousness
So a man’s body’s more free than a woman’s is
The anger is real, the riots are limitless
And nothing’s gonna change ’til we killing off all this ignorance

[Chorus: Drew Love]
It’s hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
Bend until we break, stand by and watch us all go up in flames
Love is gone, love is gone

[Outro: Drew Love]
Monsters, we’ve turned into monsters
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
Our conscience, we lost it
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?
We are, we are
How did we get the way we are?

Mick Jenkins – Vampire In Brooklyn

[Verse 1]
I was nodding my head to your style ‘fore you took your first breaths
You still taking your very first steps with this rap shit
I’m past that
I’m out in traffic, exchange the paper for the plastic
We needed some glam rap for the bodies I’ma lay down
I be with playwrights, nah we don’t play ’round
Where we hear action, improv niggas all up in my faction
And we don’t know no fiction, only facts
Whole numbers, we ain’t doing fractions
You niggas capping
What you pillage? You know Cappadonna?
Claim pimp, You jump ship if a mac was on ya
Talking loud we can’t smell no pack on you, I do not believe it
Chest out, but you dry heaving
And you couldn’t even try leaving
Bite marks on your neck
Sucking dick for respect
You would flip for a check
I ain’t never fucked with Jesse white
Politicians is politicians
My nigga, miss me with the politicking

[Chorus]
Scoop up a nigga ‘fore he learn the ropes
Take from that nigga when he look away
Working real hard, he gon’ earn his broke
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way
Take from that nigga when he look away
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way

[Verse 2]
Flipping shit like spatulas
I’m talking six months in ‘fore I knew I was fucking with Dracula
Immediately withdrawn
I watched them niggas you pissed on
Two weeks prior was kissing they ass
Couldn’t even tolerate you twisting the grass
Hit it and dash
Like, if it ain’t the gas, I’ma blast, my g
Stay in a cut ’til it’s a gash, my g
From out south, done seen whole lot of blood, like my ass, YG
Guard down, dodging blows Ali-esque
Tryna’ drop the waters, I’m just getting my feet wet with the business
Who knew I’d be in bed with the snakes
Taking off, and I’m already on my breaks
Ain’t seen no cake yet with chains on
They tell me that that’s just the brakes
So I copped a chainsaw
I’m on my leather face now
Like, fuck your pepper spray
I do it way too fly for featherweights
And almost Kyrie when I hesitate
Know this shit gon’ resonate
I just put my ten in a collection plate and pray about it
It really ain’t much else to say about it
I’m on my drug dealer chic
Moms got the pocket rocket
I just copped a old school to roll through the streets
Now I’m plotting on 26 acres, fuck a lease
Tryna’ raise a pack of dogs, fuck a leash
I be with my bitch, she be on her shit
And she keep me on mines
I don’t own no watch to keep me on time
Know exactly where I’m supposed to be
I know exactly who this close to me
I know my wrist is exact
Fuck a list, even when I’m doing grocery shopping
Crisco flow boy, I’m supposed to be popping
And damn near wavy as the ocean be

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG) (On Jimmy Kimmel Live)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(4 Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
[?]
Yeah
[?] (so)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly to a play with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard, when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Hook]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

The Game – Heaven 4 A Gangster Lyrics

[Intro]
Can’t forget about my OG Heron
My nigga’ Montreal
My nigga’ 2Pac
Hussein Fatal
And Kadafi

[Verse 1]
It’s like riding down Greenleaf
Dre Day, smokin’ green leaf (uhh)
Draco’ in the front seat
And just to think, I made all this off one key
Hurricane
Two feet in Compton, one deep
Can’t ride with me, ‘less I’m Pimp C and you Bun B
My flag ain’t got no stars on it, fuck my country
Get your toupée knocked off tryin’ Donald Trump me
I’m the OG to the YG’s
You ain’t seen what I seen
My cousin Tasha shot in the stomach, pregnant at 19
She died, but the baby kept stompin’
That how hard us little niggas come up
Born and raised in Compton
We earned this shit, learnt this shit
City used to be all white
Look how we turnt this shit
2Pac turning in his grave from all this nonsense
A little soldier ain’t from Bompton
I put that on the homies

[Bridge]
God said in the last days there would be times of difficulty. For people would become lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, too arrigant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous without self-control. Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God. This calls for wisdom. Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast. fuck Donald Trump, homie

[Chorus]
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

[Verse 2]
God, forgive me for my sins
World full of bitch niggas
Lord, keep me out the pen
Keep my sons on the right track
My daughter on her momma side
Let the wind hit my baby face, its gonna be homicide
You don’t father like I father, nigga
I father kids and I father niggas
I done been on Lil’ Yachty
Shot crips with Lil’ Uzi
Got bricks from the Migos
And my is bitch bad and boujee
Every time I turn around
Somebody trying to sue me
And old friends turn colors
Like Notorious B.I.G., Coogi
I promise this ain’t a movie, my nigga
This ain’t on Netflix
This is every time you in the club, we gonna set trip
Another dead body on the dance floor
That’s what them hood niggas do, when them bands low
Red rag on my head, I’m still Rambo
Fuck a pistol, what these hands for?

[Chorus]
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Future – Extra Luv Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Too much poppin’ in my life baby, I just really need some time baby
Come and check up on my line baby, out of time baby, ah noo
Fell in love with the lifestyle, black shades, night clout
She want to fuck but she don’t love me
Lifestyle, lifestyle
Strapped up but I’m iced down, all white crib with the black towel
She don’t want to love me
Lifestyle, lifestyle

[Hook: Future & (YG)]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You never really loved me (You ain’t never loved me)
Ahhh, ahhh, never really loved me (You ain’t never loved me)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Never really loved me
It’s my lifestyle, it’s my lifestyle

[Verse 1: Future]
Lil mama fell in love with the lifestyle
Four bad bitches on a white couch
Last night, tried to pipe down
Told her hol’ up, let me put the pipe down
Touchdown, I ain’t even ate yet
Serve it on a platter in a red dress
Chinchilla, turn that bitch to Mona Lisa
All she want to do is fuck, hit the bitch
Sand from her toes out the Lambo
Hit 30k golds for your sandals
30 round clip for the [?]
Drivin’ in the whip, up the wrong way

[Pre-Hook: Future]
Extra luv, extra luv, extra luv
Extra luv
Lifestyle, lifestyle

[Hook: Future & (YG)]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You never really loved me
Ahhh, ahhh, never really loved me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Never really loved me (You ain’t never loved me)
It’s my lifestyle, it’s my lifestyle (Hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2: YG]
It’s back-back when I come through (back up)
Kung-fu the bag when I come through (back up)
Got the bag, that’s a fact when I come through
It go brrrrrrrrat when I come through
Mansion in the hills and my neighbors is so nosy
Only Maybach in Bompton so I’m sliding with the 40
Gotta keep it on me cause I iced out the Rollie
My diamonds on disco and they dancin’, hope you pokie
Put my left wrist in, you see that bitch blinged out
Put my right wrist in, you see that bitch blinged out
Put ’em both together, that’s 200 on me, ouch
(That’s what my lifestyle about)
No you ain’t never loved me, now you want to fuck me
Gotta deal with all this fake shit
Damn I’m so lucky, come here and fuck me girl

[Pre-Hook: Future & (YG)]
Extra luv, extra luv, extra luv
Extra luv
Lifestyle, lifestyle (4 hunnid)
Extra luv, extra luv, extra luv
Extra luv (Hol’ up)
Lifestyle, lifestyle (It’s YG, 4 hunnid)

[Hook: Future]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You never really loved me
Ahhh, ahhh, never really loved me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Never really loved me
It’s my lifestyle, it’s my lifestyle

[Bridge: Future]
Too much poppin’ in my life baby, I just really need some time baby
Come and check up on my line baby, all the time baby, ah noo
Too much drugs in my life baby, I just really need some time baby
Runnin’ from ya, out of time baby, come and find me baby, ah noo

[Hook: Future]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You never really loved me
Ahhh, ahhh, never really loved me
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Never really loved me
It’s my lifestyle, it’s my lifestyle

RJmrLA – Is It Mine (Mrla Album)

[Intro]
Games
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Let me know what’s on your mind
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it?

[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
Hit me when you choose up
Hit when you high or when you sober
Maybe we can both nut
And if we do this one time, it’s for both of us
Baby, do you hear? Don’t believe, I’m your friend, not an enemy
Chin to your knees, got you pimped off your pedigree
[?] SOP, every sin ain’t a felony
Spend how we shoppin’ how we spend once
I don’t wanna waste no time, when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Babe, let me know what’s on your mind, we can both save time
If you keep it 100, no chain gang bang
I been pullin’ on your hair, yeah
I know you feel it when your eyes rollin’ back, throw it back
I been drillin’ everywhere, yeah
And then you wonder where we go, go next, on set, on the set

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
You say this pussy for me
I gotta see if it’s true
Oh, dive in it
See if anybody else got in it, I’m in it
Ooh, leave this position to me
We switch positions for you
Baby, let me show you what I’m blessed with
Beat it up until you get the message
Cleanin’ up the messes
I like when you scream out who the bestest
I ain’t tryna press it
I just make investments
Started off at home, happy I dressed it
Still a YG but baby, listen, I’m a veteran
Waste no time when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Just let me know what’s on your mind ’cause you been on mine
All day, I have you dreamin’ ’bout sex
Safe sex, latex, ayy

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it? (Whose is it? Whose is it?)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & RJmrLA]
Is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy?
Look, is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy? (Is it mine ’cause I need it)

YG – Pop It, Shake It (feat. DJ Mustard)

[Verse 1: YG]
This is not just another dance sooooong
This that, "Baby did you leave ya man home?"
Kuz I’m tryna party like I’m grown
I’m tryna get the lap dance with my eyes closed, yeah
You my type, my type and I’m starving
I think you fit my appetite
Kan you live up to the hype?
I be cautious, I klean you up with the Wet Wipes
She a stripper, but she bad tho
Got back on her feet
She was doing bad though
Made it out the struggle
I respect her hustle, yeah
Fuck it, put her in a mansion, yeah
Fuck it, make sure the Rollie matching, yeah
If you an independent woman, yeah
Mercedes Benz, Celine bag
You ain’t ever gotta tell her
And she know she bad

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Verse 2: YG]
Dammmn, yeah she moving kinda fast though (fast though)
Tryna keep up, but I don’t wanna crash though (crash though)
Baby got back though
She the type you sneak out the back door
Show me what you working with, drop it down, do a split
Damn girl, you bad as shit
She a vegan, but she still thick
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, westside
G bitch, big spender, big tipper
Grab the ones, bring the liquor
Lemme rap to ya in the basement, Big Tigger
And Jay got B and I’m YG, pop that on me
Jay got B and I’m YG, girl pop that pussy on me

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something, go head
Shake something, baby, shake something
All my independent ladies, go’n shake something, go ‘head
Shake something ’til ya break something, oh yeah
Twerk something, baby, twerk something
Twerk, twerk something, lemme know you worth something

[Chorus: YG]
Let me see you, no hands
Let me see you pop it like rubber bands
Kan you make me feel like the man?
Kan you sit it all in my right hand?
Uh ohhhhhh
Pop it, shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, pop it, shake it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, pop it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, shake it