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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)

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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)

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Desiigner – Liife Lyrics (feat. Gucci Mane)

DESIIGNER
Liife Lyrics (feat. Gucci Mane)

Taz countin’ all this f**kin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrrrrah

Git, git, grrrrrah
Desiigner
Let me tell you how it is

I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, f**k the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
f**k them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it

I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets (It’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick

I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall
But f**k ’em all
I put my back against the wall
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (f**k ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it
(It’s Gucci!)

I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick

Funny
Desiigner
All the finest
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
Threw the hate in the fire

I’m on some real life, shit life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick

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Liife – Desiigner feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Liife

Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.(liife)

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, f**k the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrrrrah) he drownin’
Bounce b***h, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk s**t or freestyle
F**k them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it.

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But f**k ’em all versuri-lyrics.info
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ s**t (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (f**k ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it
(It’s Gucci!)

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

Funny,
Desiigner
All the finest
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
Ayyyy, huhhh.

I’m on some real life, s**t liife, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pickkk.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

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DESIIGNER – Liife lyrics

Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrrrrah
Git, git, grrrrrah
Desiigner

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try pick

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Truck in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, ( grrrrrah)he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
[?]
[?]
[?]

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

It’s Gucci
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time when I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (Gucci!)

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

Funny, Desiigner
All the [?]
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past [?]
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick