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G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I (BVRNOUT Remix) Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
In the end
It’s him and I
Him and I

[verse 1]
My 65 spinning up a pch
A hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it
They just want to divide
2017 Bonnie and Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us die
Yeah, uh
Got that kind of style everybody tryna rip off
YSL dress under when she take the mink off
Silk on her body
Pull it under and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating
She would cut my …
Crazy but I love her
I could never run from her
Hit it no rubber, never would no one touch her
Swear we drop each other now she be so stubborn
But what the fuck is love
With no pain and no suffering
It’s tense
This shit will get dense
She knows when her body feels like she could just kiss
If I had a million dollars
Or was down to 10 cents
She be down for whatever
Never got to convince

[Chorus]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’ll never lies
It’s every truth, is where I try
In the end, it’s and him and I
He is out his head
I’m out my mind
Got that love, the crazy kind
I am his
And he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2]
It’s her and I
Mobbing till the end of time
Only one who gets me
I’m a crazy fucking Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black suits
And a tie
My funeral will be lit
If I ever go down and get caught
If they identify
My bitch was the most solid
Nothing to solidify
She will never cheat
You will never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different than it’s a lie
See that’s my down bitch
See that’s my soldier
She keep that thing thing
If anyone goes there
Her calm and collected
She keeps her composure
And she gone ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together
Fuck up clubs together
And we both go crazy
If we was to sever
Yeah
We keep mobbing, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we gone just keep getting rich
You know

[Chorus]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’ll never lies
It’s every truth, is where I try
In the end, it’s and him and I
He is out his head
I’m out my mind
Got that love, the crazy kind
I am his
And he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and..

Cross my heart, hope to die
To you i’ll never lie
For you i’ll take a life
If it’s him and I
And I swear

To the end I will ride with you
Mob and get money, get high with you
Yeah

Cross my heart, hope to die
This is a ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no need hiding, I swear

Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear most likely imma die with you

[Chorus]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’ll never lies
It’s every truth, is where I try
In the end, it’s and him and I
He is out his head
I’m out my mind
Got that love, the crazy kind
I am his
And he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

It’s him and I

G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

Azlyrics

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

G-EAZY – Him And I lyrics

Azlyrics

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the f*ck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this sh*t, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy f*ckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I

Azlyrics

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

G-Eazy – Him & I Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody tries to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (Halsey: Ha ha ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, man, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain and no suffering?
Intense, this shit it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
We turn up, mobbin’ till the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I
Ever go down and get caught, hope they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing’s over
We do drugs together, fuck up clubs together
And we’d both go crazy, if we was to sever
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Interlude: G-Eazy & Halsey]
All that I hoped, I tell you I’d never
I thought we were taking [?]
You can confide in me, there’s nothing to hide
I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear most likely I’m gonna die with you

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

24hrs – Address (Uncensored)

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ayy Twenty
Hella kush with this Louis V du-rag
Blue Benz, I just pulled off with the paper tags
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
24hrs…
And… hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 1]
Light wrist, right wrist my shit like a crisis
Diamonds on my left flooded, hope that you can swim, bitch
And we make a movie every time so you should film this
Me and Oscar in Vancouver riding in a limo
I don’t wanna hear your SoundCloud or your demo
I just got to hip to Twenty, damn lil’ bitch you super late
Everything a film to me, my lifestyle like a Super 8
Twenty, Twenty, Twenty, hold up you know he gon’ eat the beat
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, you know he gon’ sit with me
She gon’ throw it back for me
I hit your ho, look back for me
Throwed her like it’s cee-lo, touch down in the T.O
She said, "Twenty you ain’t no good, saw you brought out Roy Wood$"

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 2]
Put her in an Uber, she ain’t never got the address
Dropped 5 bands on the YSL leather dress
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, they know Twenty is a customer
We went to Coachella, man hurry, all the drugs with her
Pop back, pop back, know a young nigga gon’ play this
She said, "Twenty, oh my God, my favorite
I think you might make it in my playlist"
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, fuck a young nigga to the playlist
Turn up, turn up, shawty just work that day shift
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Outro]
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Like I knew you would
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Show me somethin’ good
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
I’ma throw these ones
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
You the chosen one

Jay Critch – Fashion (feat. Rich The Kid)

Azlyrics

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
A.P for the timin no they hate me how I’m shining
Lemme see the money piling and my roof gone gotta find it
Save thumbs in the climate ahhhhhh
She fell in love with the diamonds
I had to get it on my own
Come get yo shorty she be wildin in and out the
Change the number to my phone
Then it’s right back to the thousands
These racks but you don’t know nothin about it
Gotta flex up on these niggas cuz they doubtin
I’ve been ballin on these niggas so they foulin
She go through it with no hands she got talent

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
YSL tag
Big Prada bag
Quarter mil cash
I was down bad
Bring yo friend we could fuck I don’t do dates
Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case
I’m actually ballin, for the one time think I’m actually callin
These niggas is saucy, I came from the bum designer all on me
Who knew this would happen
From trappin to rappin and now I’m in fashion
The finest of fabrics, too many bands they doing gymnastics
Hop out the coupe, my young niggas might shoot out the roof
I got the juice, diamonds hanging out now we playin it cool
Then I said I won’t miss you
I’m in love with the money I can’t kiss you

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

Young Thug – Forgiato Lyrics

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[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I’m in it, ridin’ with the carbon
Most of these ? they corny
They riding around and they boring
We don’t make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches
Fuck 5-0 I know they listening
They listening to everything yeah
Better watch what you say to these bitches
Cause in court they gon put it on air yeah
I just want a bag, I just need a bag
I want some Ben Franklins, I just want em back
I trade em in for some Grants and Jacksons
Why the fuck I do that? (I don’t know)
I promise I ain’t gon do it no more (no no no)

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel
[?]
We gon go brazy, don’t pop the pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
[?]
We put baguettes on these bitches for real
[?]
I’m on the west coast hangin’ with Locs
Let em whip the wrist out the bowl
Buy a rollie, buy a Patek
Put some ice around your neck
Put it round your kids and flex
Put it on your private jet, put it on your private property
Put it on your [?]
Fuck nigga bluffin’
YSL we don’t trust ya, fuck around we gon bust ya
Fuck around we on Gresham, we on Gresham with Guwop
Fuck around, we on Gresham

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign, mmmm
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel

Dizzy Wright – Outrageous Lyrics

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[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Black child got black waves
Gotta teach ’em to be brave
Ball up your fist and raise
Let ’em know we can’t be phased
Now everybody wanna a cop head
‘Cause this unarmed kid got shot dead
Look, Pac said niggas need change
Now the younger generation all hot heads
And start this rage into black folks
My granny need water, I’m in jet mode
I feel like Bryson with a trapsoul
Until I accomplish all my rap goals
Daddy went to jail when I was ten days
Twenty years gone as an inmate
Momma struggling to got the rent paid
Now I’m in the streets tryna have a big day
I realized now what it feel like
I know some real niggas doing real life
White boy kidnapped for six months
I heard his lawyer hit him with a sick life
Doing more time for the same crime
I can’t even leave past eight lines
You can tell this outrageous
Jail time feel like [?]
Only keep ’em there for the paycheck
And they wonder why niggas got big guns
The government only want the income
The homie got killed with a day left
I feel like I could be next up
Life move fast, better catch up
Cops shouldn’t be above the law
We all human, leave it up to God, aye

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I wonder when it’s really gonna change, mayne
I wonder when we getting out the game, shame
A player gotta scrape a dollar together the bill
Still do make ten, they gon’ want fifteen
Out to check, ain’t no helping [?]
So you do a little wrong just to [?]
Sacrifice your freedom for the Louie V’s
YSL, and all the letters of the alphabet
But them laws on the low, casing
Life ain’t Scarface the movie, face it
They waiting on you to be stupid, basic
You’re just another number in a cell, cadence
Propaganda the promotion of the notion
The only way you get out the hood is with the stove and
You’re living fast and dying young is where you’re going
Don’t fall victim to the trap door that ain’t showing
It’s bigger than the block they would stand fo’
What that shot that you got out the bando
Cause the law pull up with the handle
Ain’t nothing cool when the streets filled with [?]
Another shooting on the front pages
Another crime family over they baby
Another murder played out on them stages
Wonder why we live where it’s so outrageous

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Blacc Zacc – Trap Boo (Dirty Money Power Respec Album)

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[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Come here, baby, come and help me count this dirty money
I’m Hoodrich, I keep the Glock with the 30 on me
These niggas fake, these bitches phony, why they acting like they know me?
Drinking purple and yellow, Kobe, beat the trap down like Zaytoven
I got a badass bitch, she gon’ ride it like it’s stolen
Trap jumping all day and then I bust that pussy open
She love a hood a nigga, so I got that pussy soaking
She go get the bags for me, so I flew that bitch to Oakland

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch, trap shit
This ain’t just no rap, bitch
Can keep you in Chanel, Givenchy, and that YSL shit
I got a plug, for real
I got a deal on the drugs, for real
I keep a slug, for real
You will get killed, for real
For real, for real
I need a bitch that’s gon’ hustle
Cooking OG in the bubbles
She ain’t my bitch, but I love her
A godmother like [?]
But I can’t take her to Momma
I need a bitch that’s gon’ fly with me
Pour up and get high with me
Like Khaled, she the best
Came through pre-check with a whole fifty
I keep that Pole with me
I got some shit that’ll fuck up your nose with me
I’m talking big business
Nigga, I re’d up with a quarter-milli
Help me sell a bale so I know it’s real
And I’ma keep your wrist icy
Her swag kill like ISIS
And she a go-getter, that’s priceless

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what the gas do
Can keep you in Chanel, too
You can be my trap bitch
I need someone to trap with
Someone to flip these packs with
You can be my trap boo
Can show you what these bales do
I can keep you in Chanel, too

BEBE REXHA – That’s It lyrics

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Huh, it’s Bebe
Gucci
2 Chainz, yah
(Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)
Huh

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my ass, damn that thing jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I’ve been ridin’ through the west dodgin’ paparazzi (huh)
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy (brrr)
Damn I’m dressed fresh to death, stepping out the coffin (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh, it’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta guap
This bitch so bad that she deserve a whole lot of props
If ye ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and I ain’t even her father
She let her call me daddy, I treat her like pops
It’s Gucci

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 3: Bebe Rexha]
Multicolor [?], with the swimmin’ fishes
Mothafucka I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t never speak or talk, all you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Ridin’ up in the Tesla, it’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail outta Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes on you, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, yeah
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car dropped (alright)
Revenge of the have and the have-nots (truuuu)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute
But her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the Macbook computer
Tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it
Mattress, passion, satisfaction
Aw

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & 2 Chainz]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it, bow, boom)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (boom, boom)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That’s it, that’s it (tell ’em)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (alright)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it (tru)

That s it – Bebe Rexha feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

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Lyrics Bebe Rexha – That s it

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it.

What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my a*s, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through west, dodgin’ paparazzi
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out the coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This b***h so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and it’s not her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops
It’s Gucci.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it. (x2)

Multicolor fun Chopard with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak or talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail out of Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

2 Chainz (yeah)
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the MacBook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it versuri-lyrics.info
Mattress passion, satisfaction
Owww.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That s it, that’s ittt. (x2)
Bebe Rexha lyrics
Video it

Young Thug – My Boy Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, YSL, Lady V, what the fuck goin’ on, man?
You with me, I don’t want you to dip
The Remedy
Get it

[Pre-Chorus]
Why my bitch ass so fat? Boy, I swear, I know it (I know it)
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

CHANCE THE RAPPER – Big B’s lyrics

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Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

Chance the Rapper – Big B’s (feat. Young Thug)

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, fucks
Yeah, now watch me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck around and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce "where the truth at?"
Had to ask Rahm "where the truth at?"
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my bitch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga fucked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper]
Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
Bitch I know who I am, uh

Big B s – Chance the Rapper feat. Young Thug lyrics

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Lyrics Chance the Rapper – Big B s

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, f*cks
Yeah, now watch me.(big b s)

Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta h**s, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk s**t Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, f*ck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma f*ck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
f*ck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
f*ck around and set the b*tch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh.

Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
b*tch I know who I am, uhhh.

I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, b*tch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo it’s a kidzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake.

Make a nigga b*tch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
b*tch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket versuri-lyrics.info
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my b*tch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty f*cked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga f*cked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga f*cked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your b*tch sweet, she coming back.(big b s)

Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
b*tch I know who I am, uhhh.(big b s)
Chance the Rapper lyrics
Video B’s

Jacob Sartorius – Hit Me Back (feat. Blackbear)

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[Verse 1: Jacob Sartorius]
Ay, been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got outta class, gave you my number
Supposed to hit me back

[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Verse 2: Jacob Sartorius]
You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday?

[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Verse 3: blackbear]
I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go?
I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, girl, so you know
We finna take over the whole world

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
What’s up with that? (Hey, aw, yeah)
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
(You never hit me back)
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Outro: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?
Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

Hit me back – Jacob Sartorius lyrics

Azlyrics

Lyrics Jacob Sartorius – Hit me back

Been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got out of class, gave you my number
‘Sposed to hit me back
So now I can’t afford to miss you when it’s gorgeous outside.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back.

You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday?
So now I can’t afford to miss you when it’s gorgeous outside.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that? versuri-lyrics.info
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back.

I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go?
I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, so girl, you know
We finna take over the whole world.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me bacaak
(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me baaack
(You never hit me baaack)
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me baaack.

(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me baaack
(Why you never hit me baaack?
Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me backkk.
Jacob Sartorius lyrics
Video Jacob Sartorius

PnB Rock – Feelins Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
I wanna know
Who you be callin’
Who you be textin’
When you be all on your phone
Girl, why you flexin’?
You got my message, but I stressin’
You be thinkin’ you low
And you think I don’t know

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl, there’s somebody next to you (that’s hatin’ on me)
I don’t know what they tellin’ you (but they don’t know me)
I can fuck up a check on you (I got money)
Girl, if you know what’s best for you (then you would call me)
Girl, I’m low key obsessed with you
Yeah, I’m low key obsessed with you (yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings

[Verse 2]
I remember when it used to be
Just me and my baby, drop top in a Mercedes
[?] goin’ crazy, Off-white goin’ crazy
YSL goin’ crazy, but where have you been lately?
Lately you been tryna play me
We used to fuck on the daily
Shawty, you know I’m too wavy

[Pre-Chorus]
It must be somebody next to you (that’s hatin’ on me)
I don’t know what they tellin’ you (they don’t know me)
I can fuck up a check on you (’cause I got money)
Girl, if you know what’s best for you (then you would call me)
‘Cause I’m low key obsessed with you (yeah yeah)
Girl, I’m low key obsessed with you (yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings

[Verse 3]
I know us and you know us
Girl, this shit ain’t addin’ up
I miss when we would pull up
And make the neighbors mad at us
Need you ’round ’cause I been down
Pop a Addy, now I’m up
Girl don’t flex, you got my text
Send the addy, I’ll pull up
Drop top in the ‘Rari
It used to be me and my shawty
Now it’s just me and I’m lonely
Girl, don’t act like you don’t want me
‘Cause all of these niggas be on you
But all of these bitches be on me
Miss seein’ you in the morning

[Chorus]
You got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
No, this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl, I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
Got a nigga in my feelings

[Outro]
Got a nigga in my feelings
Got a nigga in my feelings
Got a nigga in my feelings
In my feelings
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah

G-Eazy – Shake It Up (feat. E-40, Madeintyo & 24Hrs) (Uncensored)

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[Intro: 24hrs]
24hrs

[Hook: 24hrs & G-Eazy]
The bigger I get, it feel like more stress (ooh)
YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrr, sauce)
I just talked to God and he said that I’m blessed (thank you Jesus, ooh)
I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah, ooh)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up
Bet I shake it up (yeah), she gon’ make it up (Gerald)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up (yeah)
Bet I shake it up, she gon’ make it up (yeah)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I came up, it couldn’t happen no faster (ooh)
She ain’t the baddest here, then I run past her
Party ain’t lit, then I get Caspar
Young Gerald a bastard, this flow has been mastered
Could date a hundred years, fuck a million times, still won’t get my password
The more guala then the more problems come the bigger you get
I play a show, I just pick up a jet then I pick up a check: cause and effect
I seen the world, bruh I been to Tibet
All of the bags that this kid finna get
You out here doin’ the same shit again and again, I’m surprised we ain’t sick of you yet (ooh)
Yeah, I sipped the bourbon, bitch I put the work in, look I been a factor
Pull my car, your arm get a fracture
You ain’t real, bitch you been a actor
I know the soil like I’m in a tractor
Like John Deere, don’t wanna take it back there
Look, I’m from the Bay, I touch green all day, look, I’m just like a Packer
Yeah, 40 told me his game evolved
She gave it up, there’s probably fame involved
Hit the club and we came and balled like Draymond called
Status quo, bitch I shake it up
These white moms who I’ve shaken up
They’d probably vote for Trump, but their daughters know that I’m paper’ed up (yeah)

[Hook: 24hrs & G-Eazy]
The bigger I get, it feel like more stress (ooh)
YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrr, sauce)
I just talked to God and he said that I’m blessed (thank you Jesus, ooh)
I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah, ooh)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up
Bet I shake it up (hey), she gon’ make it up
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up (uh)
Bet I shake it up, she gon’ make it up (uh)

[Verse 2: E-40]
Uh
I don’t like too many people, they ain’t gotta like me
36 zipper from a ounce to a key
I wanna thank you OB for your presidency
For grantin’ little D his clemecency
Real recognize real when I’m checkin’ hella skrill
Blowin’ big kil’ on a cliff on the hill
Came a long way and it seems so real
Used to keeps the block just like a pussy willow
Smokin’ big flowers, blowin’ on durban
Pushin’ up a rock, go fiend servin’
She natural like a afro, MSG no gluten
I’ll be rushin’ but I never met Putin

[Hook: 24hrs & G-Eazy]
The bigger I get, it feel like more stress (ooh)
YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrr, sauce)
I just talked to God and he said that I’m blessed (thank you Jesus, ooh)
I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah, ooh)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up (double up)
Bet I shake it up (hey), she gon’ make it up
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up
Bet I shake it up, she gon’ make it up (uh)

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
Uh
You excited bruh, I can tell
Got a couple checks in the mail
Smokin’ green, ooh that’s kale
Taco Bell, nigga, pocket shell
Babylon in the mail
Tomb Raider off the top
Don’t save her, she a thot
Diamonds dancin’ do the wop
So icy like the Wop
Lego head, do the block
Pop pop till you stop
You the 12, you the opp
Throw it back for the ‘gram
Hot dog goin’ HAM
Gelato smokin’ shazam
10 bands, Gucci Mane

[Hook: 24hrs & G-Eazy]
The bigger I get, it feel like more stress (ooh)
YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrr, sauce)
I just talked to God and he said that I’m blessed (thank you Jesus, ooh)
I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah, ooh)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up (double up)
Bet I shake it up (hey), she gon’ make it up
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up
Bet I shake it up, she gon’ make it up

G-Eazy – Shake It Up (feat. E-40, Madeintyo & 24Hrs)

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[Intro: 24hrs]
24hrs

[Hook: 24hrs & G-Eazy]
The bigger I get, it feel like more stress (ooh)
YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrr, sauce)
I just talked to God and he said that I’m blessed (thank you Jesus, ooh)
I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah, ooh)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up
Bet I shake it up (yeah), she gon’ make it up (Gerald)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up (yeah)
Bet I shake it up, she gon’ make it up (yeah)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I came up, it couldn’t happen no faster (ooh)
She ain’t the baddest here, then I run past her
Party ain’t lit, then I get Caspar
Young Gerald a bastard, this flow has been mastered
Could date a hundred years, fuck a million times, still won’t get my password
The more guala then the more problems come the bigger you get
I play a show, I just pick up a jet then I pick up a check: cause and effect
I seen the world, bruh I been to Tibet
All of the bags that this kid finna get
You out here doin’ the same shit again and again, I’m surprised we ain’t sick of you yet (ooh)
Yeah, I sipped the bourbon, bitch I put the work in, look I been a factor
Pull my car, your arm get a fracture
You ain’t real, bitch you been a actor
I know the soil like I’m in a tractor
Like John Deere, don’t wanna take it back there
Look, I’m from the Bay, I touch green all day, look, I’m just like a Packer
Yeah, 40 told me his game evolved
She gave it up, there’s probably fame involved
Hit the club and we came and balled like Draymond called
Status quo, bitch I shake it up
These white moms who I’ve shaken up
They’d probably vote for Trump, but their daughters know that I’m paper’ed up (yeah)

[Hook: 24hrs & G-Eazy]
The bigger I get, it feel like more stress (ooh)
YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrr, sauce)
I just talked to God and he said that I’m blessed (thank you Jesus, ooh)
I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah, ooh)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up
Bet I shake it up (hey), she gon’ make it up
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up (uh)
Bet I shake it up, she gon’ make it up (uh)

[Verse 2: E-40]
Uh
I don’t like too many people, they ain’t gotta like me
36 zipper from a ounce to a key
I wanna thank you OB for your presidency
For grantin’ little D his clemecency
Real recognize real when I’m checkin’ hella skrill
Blowin’ big kil’ on a cliff on the hill
Came a long way and it seems so real
Used to keeps the block just like a pussy willow
Smokin’ big flowers, blowin’ on durban
Pushin’ up a rock, go fiend servin’
She natural like a afro, MSG no gluten
I’ll be rushin’ but I never met Putin

[Hook: 24hrs & G-Eazy]
The bigger I get, it feel like more stress (ooh)
YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrr, sauce)
I just talked to God and he said that I’m blessed (thank you Jesus, ooh)
I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah, ooh)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up (double up)
Bet I shake it up (hey), she gon’ make it up
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up
Bet I shake it up, she gon’ make it up (uh)

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
Uh
You excited bruh, I can tell
Got a couple checks in the mail
Smokin’ green, ooh that’s kale
Taco Bell, nigga, pocket shell
Babylon in the mail
Tomb Raider off the top
Don’t save her, she a thot
Diamonds dancin’ do the wop
So icy like the Wop
Lego head, do the block
Pop pop till you stop
You the 12, you the opp
Throw it back for the ‘gram
Hot dog goin’ HAM
Gelato smokin’ shazam
10 bands, Gucci Mane

[Hook: 24hrs & G-Eazy]
The bigger I get, it feel like more stress (ooh)
YSL jacket and she got the dress (skrr, sauce)
I just talked to God and he said that I’m blessed (thank you Jesus, ooh)
I go for the more and you go for the less (yeah, ooh)
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up (double up)
Bet I shake it up (hey), she gon’ make it up
Bet I shake it up, bet I shake it up
Bet I shake it up, she gon’ make it up

PnB Rock – In My Feelings Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
I wanna know
Who you be callin’, who you be textin’
When you be all on your phone
Girl why you flexin’?
Got my message
But I ain’t stressin’
You be thinkin’ you low
And you think I don’t know

[Pre-Chorus]
Girl it’s somebody next to you that’s hatin’ on me
I don’t know what they tellin’ you, but they don’t know me
I could fuck up a check on you, I got money
Girl if you know what’s best for you, then you would call me
Girl, I’m lowkey obsessed with you
Yeah, I’m lowkey obsessed with you
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
Know this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
(x2)
Got a nigga in my feelings

[Verse 2]
I remember when it used to be just me and my baby
Drop top in a Mercedes
Bergdorf goin’ crazy
Off White goin’ crazy
YSL goin’ crazy
But where have you been lately?
Lately you’ve been tryna play me
We used to fuck on the daily
Shawty you know I’m too wavy

[Pre-Chorus]
There must be somebody next to you that’s hatin’ on me
I don’t know what they tellin’ you, but they don’t know me
I could fuck up a check on you, cuz I got money
Girl if you know what’s best for you, then you would call me
‘Cause I’m lowkey obsessed with you
Yeah, yeah
Girl, I’m lowkey obsessed with you
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
Know this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
(x2)
Got a nigga in my feelings

[Verse 3]
I know us and you know us
Girl, this shit ain’t addin’ up
I miss when we would pull up and make them haters mad at us
Need you ’round, ’cause I been down
Pop a addy now I’m up
Girl don’t flex, you got my text
Send a addy, I’ll pull up
Drop top in a Rarri
It used to be me and my shawty
Now it’s just me on my lonely
Girl, don’t act like you don’t want me
‘Cause all of these niggas be on you
But all of these bitches be on me
Miss seeing you in the morning
You

[Chorus]
Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings
Know this shit ain’t been the same no, we so distant
Know you miss how I be thuggin’, on my hood shit
Girl I miss how we be fuckin’, and you ain’t my bitch
(x2)
Got a nigga in my feelings

24hrs – Address (Night Shift Album)

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[Intro]
Ayy Twenty
Hella kush with this Louis V du-rag
Blue Benz, I just pulled off with the paper tags
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
24hrs…
And… hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 1]
I’m not lyin’, bitch, light wrist, my shit like a crisis
Diamonds on my left flooded, hope that you can swim, bitch
And we make a movie every time so you should film this
Me and [?] got cooler ridin’ in a limo
I don’t wanna hear your SoundCloud or your demo
I just hip to Twenty, damn lil’ bitch you super late
Everything a film to me, my lifestyle like a Super 8
Twenty, Twenty, Twenty, I’m like you know he gon’ eat the beat
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, you know he gon’ sit with me
She gon’ throw it back for me
I hit your ho, look back for me
Throwed her like it’s cee-lo, touch down in the T.O
She said, "Twenty you ain’t no good, saw you brought out Roy Wood$"

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 2]
Put her in an Uber, she ain’t ever got the address
Dropped 5 bands on the YSL leather dress
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, they know Twenty is a customer
We went to Coachella, man hurry, all the drugs with her
Pop back, pop back, know a young nigga gon’ play this
She said, "Twenty, oh my God, my favorite
I think you might make it in my playlist"
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga to the playlist
Turn up, turn up, shawty just work that day shift
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Outro]
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Like I knew you would
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Show me somethin’ good
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
I’ma throw these ones
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
You the chosen one

Dave East – Party Monster (Eastmix)

Azlyrics

[Intro: The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey]
Paranoid (Paranoid)
Paranoid (P-paranoid)
Paranoid (P-paranoid)
But I see something in you (You’re paranoid)
Paranoid (Paranoid)
Paranoid (P-paranoid)
Paranoid (P-paranoid)
But I see something in you
(I see something in you)

[Verse]
You mighta heard about Keisha but I had other bitches
My bad, I meant other women a few even cuddled with them
I ain’t gon’ lie ’bout shit, I’m a real nigga
First things first, I never lie on my dick
If the 4 train wasn’t workin’, fuck it ride on the 6
Not the same, it’s Dirt Gang you gettin’ high with a crip
Presidential shit like the 90’s, ordered bottles of Cris’
I be quiet, my diamonds talkin’ come say ‘hi’ to my wrist
I’m proud of this shit, bipolar won’t say ‘hi’ to a chick
Rollin’ sour on private jets, just for the pilot to hit
Coulda been fuckin’ you for years, I won’t acknowledge that shit
They ask me to model and shit they say I’m cocky, I’m rich
Before I got on my feet I was gettin’ topped in my Jeep
I signed a deal and copped a Rover, now I got room to bent ’em over
I don’t know her name but got nothin’ but socks on my feet
Shit, I ain’t stressin’ we both naked plus the Glock by the sheets
They say I’m heatin’ up like May June
Can’t even respond to these suckers, I be on Shade Room
Percocets, I’ma take two
Even if you show ’em nothin’ but love, they’ll hate you
The ones that used to curve they wanna suck me, they get facials
Had ten bad hoes at the telly, so we book eight rooms
Spread ’em out on the same on the floor
What you think I brought gang for?
If you ain’t tryna give up no action, then what you came for
You know it’s other women tryna fuck me on the same tour
Pistol on me, this ain’t war
You super cuffin’ hoes will take their cape off
I’m ’bout to make a porno at the Aloft
Body after body, I be tryna take a day off
Tryna say what that mouth ’bout, she keep talkin’ ’bout weight loss
The fuck is flat tummy tea?
I’m horny like I’m fresh out off of a one of a three
I know a hood, my gun on me
I told Rowdy ‘somethin’ about me cause they in love with me’
He told me ‘Shmurda dance in that pussy don’t do no cuddlin’
Monday that’s Alexis day
Tuesday fuck with Ashley but she don’t drive and when she catch a Uber, she gon’ never pay
Wednesday, I got me some head that made me smile different
In traffic, I’m on Karrueche page likin’ wild pictures
Get low in my Beamer, now they askin’ me shit ’bout Trina
If it wasn’t for Instagram y’all wouldn’t never seen her
Now I’m pickin’ YSL and Versace up out the cleaners
I’m just lookin’ for the best head ever, I need a genius

[Outro: The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey]
Got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don’t even know her name
Bitches in my new spot, crowdin’ up my space
Had to check the safe, check the dresser for my chains
Got up, thank the Lord for the day
Woke up by a girl, I don’t even know her name
Bitches in my new spot, crowdin’ up my space
Had to check the safe, check the dresser for my chains

Paranoid (Paranoid)
Paranoid (P-paranoid)
Paranoid (P-paranoid)
But I see something in you (You’re paranoid)
Paranoid (Paranoid)
Paranoid (P-paranoid)
Paranoid (P-paranoid)
But I see something in you
(I see something in you)

Lil Duke – Light My Blunt (feat. Gunna) (Life In The Hills Mixtape)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Lil Duke]
Light bitch get out of my way, come on
Yeah, yeah
YSL shit (yeah)
Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah!

[Hook: Lil Duke]
First let me light my blunt, then I’ma hit my cup
She made you wait three months, first day she let me fuck
All my young niggas up, doggin these hoes can’t get stuck
And I can’t love on these hoes I just lust, we used to be broke used to ride on the bus
I’m in the lambo I’m crawlin down sunset and I look like a motherfucking caterpillar
I left a 9 in the spot and it came with a Glock and a motherfucking babysitter
I don’t surround myself around none of these broke niggas
All I hang around is some Major niggas
I use to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfucking Cajun nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
They talkin about us they can’t face us niggas
Bitches I dont wanna fuck say they hate a nigga
Play with my money I gotta whole lot of tips for you just like I’ma waiter nigga
Every day my birthday like Yak Gotti
Don’t stand in no line I don’t do no waiting
I’m geeked up right now and I’m fuckin faded
I thank the lord that we finally made it
Thanking the lord that we here today
He gave me a chance now I’m here to stay
Surrounded by real I dont fuck with fake
If it ain’t about no money don’t wanna play
Better stay down get yo racks up
Dont play crazy boy you act tough
I’m in pakistan I’m in the bluff
Say you got a hundred thou’ boy that ain’t shit to us
Hit yo ass with a hundred round come pick ’em up
Shot ole man up back I hope he don’t run out of luck
Mane all the bad bitches they wanna fuck they hurt ’em up
Run through the club make it thunderstorm
You never seen this is a one on one
Young nigga they got a ton of guns
Part of them they can’t wait to eat some lunch
Then they pulling up in all kind of foreigns
No basic bitch you broke bitches boring

[Hook: Lil Duke]
First let me light my blunt, then I’ma hit my cup
She made you wait three months, first day she let me fuck
All my young niggas up, doggin these hoes can’t get stuck
And I can’t love on these hoes I just lust, we used to be broke used to ride on the bus
I’m in the lambo I’m crawlin down sunset and I look like a motherfucking caterpillar
I left a 9 in the spot and it came with a Glock and a motherfucking babysitter
I don’t surround myself around none of these broke niggas
All I hang around is some Major niggas
I use to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfucking Cajun nigga

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I use to trap on the block use to trap out the bando and break down the bundles
Back in my momma house told her I ain’t moving out till I done stack me a hunnit
Hit me my first lick and I buy me a pint and I went to go cop me a Honda
That shit caught as fried as Mcdonald’s, lil bitch get that shit, it weren’t funny
The ice on my neck and wrist under my fingers I told you I gone shine like the summer
I need me a bitch like Madonna, eat on that pussy, Kutana
Bake that shit up like lasagna, she say she wanted young Gunna
I’m still on that run up get done up, walk in that club with that burner
All of my niggas don’t murder, don’t know what you heard of, we came out the ghetto
Came a long way from the Nat now we got us some racks and a spot in Rodeo
Bitch I’mma ball like a layup, I jus wan’ fuck and don’t lay up
I see niggas old need to pay up, you gon’ pay the cost or your day up

[Hook: Lil Duke]
First let me light my blunt, then I’ma hit my cup
She made you wait three months, first day she let me fuck
All my young niggas up, doggin these hoes can’t get stuck
And I can’t love on these hoes I just lust, we used to be broke used to ride on the bus
I’m in the lambo I’m crawlin down sunset and I look like a motherfucking caterpillar
I left a 9 in the spot and it came with a Glock and a motherfucking babysitter
I don’t surround myself around none of these broke niggas
All I hang around is some Major niggas
I use to break on the cops and I leave the block hot like some motherfucking Cajun nigga

Trace Cyrus – Lights Out Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
What’s the point if we’re just a lie?
Girl, I want you to live with me
She rocks Chanel when she’s riding her black Benz
Drunk downtown with a gang of fake friends
This girl tastes stronger than vodka
I just hate to watch ya start drifting away
She had a heart but she lost it
Every weekend on the dance floor
Let me pick up the pieces
Girl, you know I will keep it

[Chorus]
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out
Do you want this for real?
Cause I want this forever

[Verse 2]
The clear diamond turned to black
Now there’s no turning back
Are we even together?
She’s got on Saint Laurent when she hits the club
YSL shades when her vision is a blur
This girl tastes sweeter than whiskey
From the first time she kissed me
She was floating away
When you fall, I’ll pick you up

[Chorus]
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out

[Bridge]
Dead rose petals fall on the ground
My heart breaks when you’re not around
Tear drops still fall from the sky
So please don’t hit me with another alibi, girl

[Chorus]
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out

Trace Cyrus – Lights Out (Lyric Video)

Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
What’s the point if we’re just a lie?
Girl, I want you to live with me
She rocks Chanel when she’s riding her black Benz
Drunk downtown with a gang of fake friends
This girl tastes stronger than vodka
I just hate to watch ya start drifting away
She had a heart but she lost it
Every weekend on the dance floor
Let me pick up the pieces
Girl, you know I will keep it

[Chorus]
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out
Do you want this for real?
Cause I want this forever

[Verse 2]
The clear diamond turned to black
Now there’s no turning back
Are we even together?
She’s got on Saint Laurent when she hits the club
YSL shades when her vision is a blur
This girl tastes sweeter than whiskey
From the first time she kissed me
She was floating away
When you fall, I’ll pick you up

[Chorus]
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out

[Bridge]
Dead rose petals fall on the ground
My heart breaks when you’re not around
Tear drops still fall from the sky
So please don’t hit me with another alibi, girl

[Chorus]
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out
She’s from a small town but she moved to the city
Designer clothes and all the latest fashion
This West Coast love affair
We break up then we make up then we do it again
We break up then we make up then we do it again
Please don’t call me a friend when we’re turning the lights out

Young Thug – All The Time Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Bricks this shit finna kill these nigga
Tampax pearl young nigga bleedin’ on your girl nigga
Diamonds and pearls, I’ma go buy me the world nigga
Tampax pearl young nigga bleedin’ on your girl nigga
(Narcos)

[Bridge]
Iced out all the time, iced out all the time, yeah
Bossing all the time, bossing all the time, yeah
I can’t fuck with shawty if she ain’t a dime, yeah
I can’t fuck with no ugly bitch, that’s a crime, yeah

[Chorus]
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’ on ya girl
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’ on ya girl
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’ on ya girl, yeah
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’ on ya world

[Verse 1]
Call me Dolly world, ooh bitch
Call me Dolly world
Fuck that bitch ooh, hard, make her twirl and curl
Fuckin’ these hoes, fuckin’ up all these girls
Fuckin they hoes, they ain’t doin’ nothin’ gettin’ old
Pop top cookies, never seem to drop
Drophead, 500 racks I went and copped it
I don’t owe them folks a damn coin nigga
Easy BMX come join nigga
Fuck you bae, your man gon tell woman nigga
All my niggas with me snakes, no lawn nigga
All my niggas drippin’ nigga, tourin’ nigga
I just copped some new Louis Vuitton nigga, woah
I’m shootin’ dices with the sun nigga woah
I’m drippin’ [?] in the store, nigga woah
I just wanna fuck every bitch under the sun, nigga woah
I’m a real black spade, one of one, nigga woah

[Chorus]
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleeding on ya girl
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleeding on ya girl
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleeding on ya girl
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’

[Bridge]
Iced out all the time, iced out all the time yeah
Bossing all the time, bossing all the time, yeah
I can’t fuck with shawty if she ain’t a dime, yeah
I can’t fuck no ugly bitch that’s a crime, yeah

[Verse 2]
Fuck a niggas thot I was bleedin’ on a hoe but fuck it
Saucy, saucy, bitch I’m bossy, flossy, woo
Strictly on my pimpin’, never slippin’ ooh
Bitch play with my pimpin’ give her whippin’ ooh
I was drippin’ in school, nigga I was drippin’ ooh
First grade to the twelfth grade, ballin’, Scottie Pippen ooh
Fuck around play with Young Thug you end up missin’, oooh
Sign with Puma, YSL on the back of the hoodie, ooh
I done ran a whole lotta mil’s up, now they envy, ooh
Put them M’s on the boys now they with me, ooh
I just bought my mom a Persian kitten, wooh
I could get [?] and get kidney
Woo
Bring that kick in, woo
Mail that boy a kidney, woah, aye
I’ma mail it to ’em
I’ma mail it to ’em, aye
I’ma mail it to ’em, aye
I’ma mail it to ’em, aye
I’ma mail it to ’em, aye
We gon’ mail it to ’em

[Bridge]
Iced out all the time, iced out all the time, yeah
Bossing all the time, bossing all the time, yeah
I can’t fuck with shawty if she ain’t a dime, yeah
I can’t fuck with no ugly bitch, that’s a crime, yeah

[Chorus]
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’ on ya girl
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’ on ya girl
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’ on ya girl, yeah
Tampax pearl
Young nigga bleedin’ on ya world

Good Charlotte – Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

Azlyrics

Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.
The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dion bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear L Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL,
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
Now she sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
But out important tattoos,
But she can’t say "what’s up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed in my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
She, she, she don’t wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don’t wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I’m just trying to stay about it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girl that came with him,
They like that’s not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I’m wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
You carry Dion bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.

Duke – Stand Up Niggas (feat. Young Thug)

Azlyrics

[Intro]
TM X Wheezy on the beat you know
Thats a hell of a collaboration

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
My bitch go hard but you let her
We out and you know that you can’t scare us
We gonna go get the money can’t fear us
Riding in some shit from Fast and the Furious
They love to deliver it, look at my history
Boy I been winning, don’t get nothing but victories
And I been smoking the shit like a hickory bush
Screaming out church you could say that I’m pimpin em

[Hook]
Start in the streets then I took off with rap
40K riding on my lap, come around play and get clapped
Fuck all the fake hugs and daps
Where my stand up niggas at?
Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas, Real niggas
Where my niggas that really count them checks?
Cash cash cash cash cash cash guap guap guap
We didn’t grew here but we flew here on a private jet
Young nigga but we been had money power respect

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Play with that money have me aimin’ at your head
Boy we done ran it up shootout lil set and baby
Running with zoes like I’m Haitian
Work the pot like I’m Jamaican
I want my white bitch to have my lil baby
And she wanna pamper me like I’m a baby
Crack era born in the 80’s
Popping these pills and I’m faded (percs)
Just did a interview with Fader, fuck all the fakes and the haters
Maision Margiela don’t do alligator
She just wanna stare she think that I’m crazy
Been in the streets since I jumped off the pavement
Had to persuade her right none this shit paid me
Selling out shows right in vegas
Jumping in crowds and we wavin’
YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL, YSL YSL YSL YSL paid me
That shit swagged up you know, I did that shit off the top of my head
Now I’mma let thug get you bitch ass niggas

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Bae would you ride? Bae would you die? bitch you lied
I looked in your eyes, I seen it, you disguised it, dirty bitch
My pockets on swole like a Rising, no way I can hide it
No way to buy her buy her buy her tried it
My flow nasty like a diet, these bitches looking so excited
These bitches get a nigga indicted, they back stabbing they knifing
Tie her like Riley, shoot the back like Ricky no smiley
Say hi to Hannah Montana, I told her I was on Molly
I seen a breeze down in Cascade
Stretched her out like elastic
Serving robin no basket
Denim great like raspberry
Got her down to her knees, no mecry
Bitch trappin’ on these, yeah yeah yeah
I saved up and bought my mom a house
I left the condo I done left the couch, never going back in and out
I done found a better route, what the fuck is you tellin bout
Baby I’m the tooth fairy, I’m takin your dentures out
I’m blue like Belly, geeked up take your medicine out
I’m the flyest tooth fairy, flying round a pussy nigga house
I just wanna dress fly lil baby
I just wanna drive the Bentley ’round
I just wanna be quiet baby, I just want y’all to hear me out

Oh Yeah, Aye, Yeah Yeah Yeah, Oh, Oh Oh, Aye, Yeah
Aye, woah
Thugger