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Lil Jsean – Winners Circle Lyrics

No, welcome to the Winners Circle (x2)
Welcome to the winners circle (x3)
Welcome to the winners circle (x3)
Bitch welcome to the winners circle
Hold up, make a line like that, turn around
Welcome to my winners circle (x3)
It feels good, (yeah) ay it really feels good to be back here man
Like, you know just a young guy in the game
And I don’t think they understand me you know
[Verse 2: J$EAN]
Uhhhhmmm
I do, do this shit for my fam, strictly
Sick and tired of having dreams about Bentley’s
Tired of dreamin’ about, tired of being without
Time to be about the shit, I want plenty! No, welcome to the Winners Circle (x2)
Welcome to the winners circle (x3)
No, Welcome to the winners circle (x3)
Bitch welcome to the winners circle
[Chuck Norris Outro] Ha
[Chorus: J$EAN]
Square? [Intro]
Something like that
Oh yeah (x2)
J$ean! They say life counts, you don’t f**kin’ count dude
I just suck all the life out these haters, yup I’m a vacuum
You saw me come up from the warehouse live shows
We was on twitter sellin’ them tickets for cheap price
Next time i get a gig you sit in line ho
Front row seat, good luck tryna find those
Stub hub! Winner, winner, yellow tape
Hold up, yellow tape volume one here we go
Hold up, hold up, let me say something
[Verse 1: J$EAN]
Uhh, step on the beat and I kill it
I am a threat man I swear I’m a menace
I roll through my city so clean I’m a villin
Empty spot at the top with an empty slot
Bitch ass niggas don’t want me to fill it
No need to message and no need to call
I am not Bruce Lee no I cannot kick it, no (x3)
But I can do what I can do
Bitch in the bathroom in the maroo
Fixing up her hair cause of what the f**k her mouth do
You’re not getting high, what the f**k an ounce do? Didn’t believe me when i start out
Now I’m up next like a dugout
Record labels watching like I’m going first round
And these record labels watch like a f**kin’ college scout
Big fish, you’re a trout
Everything we do big fish like wow
Running and running around
Marathon shit man I’m running my town real shit
Last time you saw this
Was probably in ’06 with Drake
I will be the only rapper before I turn 30 years old
With more Grammy’s than Eight, your late
[Chorus: J$EAN]
Square? From the friend-zone to the end-zone
I son these niggas and they in the kid-zone
Going dumb in the yup Down syndrome..

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Drakeo The Ruler – Wrist Broke Lyrics (feat. Skeme)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
Go against the Ruler, see long ropes and pitchforks
Ugh, I guess my lingo really gets to ’em
Ten chains on me, you see me, you do the stiffarm
Lightning brighter than, I ain’t even throw my wrist on
My shoes look cleaner, why I need help tryna get on
Niggas big time rappers, why y’all ain’t got none of this shit on? Shit nigga, this shit crazy huh? Drakeo put the F&N down, you just a maniac
LED lights on my wrist, wish I could turn ’em down
Cooler how I’m coolin’, the Ruler, LA just like my sound
Do what I do, I can use this shit in Pakistan
Ugh, I like this shit
At the battle of the Maisons, on morse with lightning sticks
Better watch your bitch when approaching, you might get hit
Just cracked a whole break in the air, I like the scent
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
Bruce Lee kicks for niggas thinkin’ that they Kimbo
I’m him though, shit, I think my wrist froze
Bruce Lee kicks for niggas thinkin’ that they Kimbo
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
I can see you panhandling, look like your wrist broken
Man let that bitch breathe, I think my wrist broke, shit
Be quiet Daniel, I think my wrist broke
[Verse 2: Skeme]
The Duke and the Ruler, we probably make your bitch a slave for them knots
She a choosy suzy, askin’ what I paid for my watch
Blow forty K, f**k out of here what my Rollie say
Rappers lyin’ like they bomin’, livin’ where they homies stay
Clean as a whistle but still ridin’ with this throwaway
Silly billies, think a nigga slippin’, shit that’s your mistake
I’m usually on they necks but if they play I’m on his throat today
We catch a body, bury a body, that shit a frozen case
Sittin’ at the top, I’m lookin’ ’round like it’s a lonely place
Think about this shit again like it’s the only place
These niggas claimin’ that they kin but we don’t know they face
Holy water flooded on my neck, make my soda shake
Weight of the world on my back but keep my shoulders straight
Realest shit that ever been said, that’s what I’m known to say
Lil homie come for what’s mine, you gettin’ blown away
Niggas actin’ like they ain’t know, I’ll make ’em know today
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
I can see you panhandling, look like your wrist broken
Man let that bitch breathe, I think my wrist broke, shit
Be quiet Daniel, I think my wrist broke

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Joe Moses – Back Goin Brazy (feat. Future)

[Intro: Joe Moses & Future]
Shoot up your set, the K’s out, niggas they shoot, but never kill
Moses, he known for the drug deal, heavy be pushin’, that’s so fo’ real
My niggas raw and they so fo’ real, you niggas soft and you hoe fo’ real
All of my dawgs, they ’bout it, ’bout it (I’m goin’ too brazy)

[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi

[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
I’m back with the shooters, we [?] like Cuban
Stop actin’ stupid, my niggas they foolish (what?!)
Them niggas know, we shoot and you don’t (what?!)
Margiela and Louis, ya hoe is a groupie (what?!)
I put the that B on everything, married to us is a gang gang
Too much diamonds it’s chain gang, all of my bitches’ throwback
Blacking the track with a codine, all of my bitches’ is slouchy

More like a [?] man, Twist, my nigga forever
Smilely and P.T forever, B, he gonna get the cheddar
[?] my nigga he killin’, free all my niggas they illin’
NWB in the building, fuck it I’ll sign for a million
Fuck it I’ll sign for a bird (Prrr), throw it on caption and post it
Ain’t no more fuckin’ with Jody, L.A. they know that they know it
L.A. they know that they know it, L.A. they know that they know it

[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi

[Verse 3: Future]
My man kickin’ shit like he Bruce Lee
She bad, she on duty, I’m back makin’ movies
Kick back and boolin’, what’s brackin’? 400 clips in the wagon
These racks on me, I got the bracks on me, I got the racks on me, I got the bracks
I got the bracks on bracks, the bales, the bales, they come to get taxed
I got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get wacked
Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin’ it down on the West Boast
Smokin’ on gas by the pound from the West Boast
I pulled a bitch from the West Boast, I came back with the nitro
She want pink roses, I put diamonds on her toes
I put the B diamonds all on my neck and my wrist and then all on my ring, ring
[?] where them youngings at who gon’ make the bottle go ring, ring
Bzzz all on your head like a bee be

[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, (back with a three piece, back with a three piece)

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Rae Sremmurd – T’d Up

[Intro: Swae Lee & Future]
EarDrummers
Chopsquad
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I’m T’d up (damn, ayy)
I didn’t see no speedbump (stop playin’, yo, ayy)
I T’d off (hit it, yeah)
Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey)
They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off)
They ticked off (my bad, woo)
We T’d up (T’d up, no)
I T’d up (woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
I’m so fresh I need a fuckin’ lint brush
I don’t want the truck if it ain’t lifted up
Drink so fast, I just done got the hiccups (hic, hic, hic)
Took her shoppin’, she think I’m the shoe plug
Come back from the dead, I feel like Frankenstein
Five chains on my neck and they got hangtime (yeah, yeah)
Niggas rap, but they don’t even stay around
Rollin’ weed and baby, yes, I hang glide
Bring in them hundreds, end of discussion (crush it)
Bad chick blushin’, turbo bustin’ (giddy up, giddy up)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I’m T’d up (damn)
I didn’t see no speedbump (stop playin’, yo, ayy)
I T’d off (hit it, yeah)
Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey)
They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off)
They ticked off (my bad, woo)
We T’d up (T’d up, no, ayy)
I T’d up (woo, woo, ayy, woo)

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Snakes on me, I’m G’d (G’d), in every way, I’m T’d
These girls comin’ in teams, we drinkin’ CÎROC, not lean (not lean)
Young niggas so hot like steam, can’t go out sad, not me (not me)
Colorblind, I’m seein’ blue-green, blue-green? Blue-green (green)
Blue flame and I tip like kings (like kings)
Car got wings, car got speed (got speed)
Roll up by the P, I’m T’d (I’m T’d)
EarDrummers, one time, what it do?
Dripset, O.D (O.D), gimme room like a nigga obese (obese)
I’m iced up, 1017 (yeah), M.O.B. need M.O.E
Big boss, Bruce Lee, aye, Jxmmi (Jxmmi)
T’d up like a nigga ten feet, T’d up, I ain’t never on E (the hits)
Young nigga out the S-S-I-P (SIP)
Yeah countin’ money, not sheep (no sleep)
Took off and the paint KD (yeah), now clap for the M.V.P
(Sremm, Sremm)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I’m T’d up (damn)
I didn’t see no speedbump (stop playin’, yo, ayy)
I T’d off (hit it, yeah)
Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey)
They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off)
They ticked off (my bad, woo)
We T’d up (T’d up, no)
I T’d up (woo, woo)

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Overachiever, had to let my seat up
Had to tell that girl that it was a one on one
In the spot, she on the bus
At the bank, I’m in a rush
And she followin’ me, I’m like no wonder
We should hop off choppers since we got sleeved up
Both my arms, they freeze cuts (freeze cuts)
Late night and it’s gettin’ so uncut
These girls, they don’t tease us
I let the cash go
I leave a wet floor
I’m in the end zone
Still a no flex zone (flex zone)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I’m T’d up (damn, yeah)
I didn’t see no speedbump (stop playin’, yo, ayy)
I T’d off (hit it, yeah)
Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey)
They-they ticked off (they mad, yeah, ticked off)
They ticked off (my bad, yeah, woo)
We T’d up (T’d up, no)
I T’d up (yeah, woo, woo)

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Yeah
Yeah

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AKA – Star-Sign Lyrics

[Hook: AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, so fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 1: AKA]
Finally made it to the big time
Came a long way from the underground
Tryna figure out
How to keep my feelings inside
While I’m looking out, I don’t fuck around
I been getting so much money niggas probably think I’m signed to Mabala now
Summer after summer, if you never done it
You gon have to shut your fuckin mouth
I’m a god now
Let the Lamborghini doors down
Check the scoreboard now
All my niggas wanna know how to score most sound
Fuck this material shit
Don’t give a fuck what your vehicle is
If you can’t move crowds
How many eras?
How many times I invented a whole new style
I remember niggas used to give up on their dreams to go do house
Now I look around everybody got a 22 carat gold tooth smile
I don’t even want the credit I just wanna be remembered
If a young nigga comes and ask saying
“Mega you old school now, but how you still so relevant
In an era where niggas sounds so American”
No pride in their own heritage
Whole vibes so negative
Ain’t nobody gonna remember them
Dose of your own medicine
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
Fuck em let’s get it

[Hook: AKA]
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 2: AKA]
All of my niggas is litty
All of my bitches is pretty
Golden child of my city
Hundred cows for the wedding
Overseas like Benny
Kicking ass like Kenny
Cheddar cheese that’s dairy
[?]
Fan love racked up
Met plugs at the embassy
Don’t shit where you sleep
Don’t eat with your enemy
Mask on, mask off
I keep looking through your energy
Man up, act tough
Why you niggas so sensitive…
Slide in the DM with vaseline
All of my niggas smoke gasoline
I’m busy living my fantasy
I ain’t fucking with you backpack to the city rap activities
Jam packed itinerary
I ain’t looking back like I’m driving meter cab or a black limousine
Rack city rack rack city bitch
Wack niggas catch guillotines
Can’t match my ability, is you feeling me?
Yeah we on top of the pyramid
Niggas smoking that cheap shit
Still sipping on Benylin
All my niggas rock vetements
Y’all need to finish your weet-bix
Time to reup on your vitamins
I got [2 Mandela pieces] pieces
That’s what I call born free shit
Used to beat box now Reebok
Throw me on some Bruce Lee shit 170 grand t-shirt
That Givenchy shit
No Dominos pizza

[Hook: AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, so fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 3: Stogie T]
Supa Mega had to promise me
Don’t forget about your honesty
You gon alway run like an allergy
When a nigga ego match his [?]
Me and D share a legacy
Of bad grammar and a booking fee
Both grandmas were bad mannered
But they had character they [?]
Different clothes see the two piece
Stogie big enough for two me’s
You think it’s ox skin, think I lost it
Written off like I couldn’t free it
How ironic so much Gucci but no material or music
I’m iconic, I on public I say your name you wouldn’t do shit
Different nigga no comparing
Used to living off your parents
Goofy lyrics on the [?]
They took the Mickey I don’t care
My children in Disneyland, Paris
It’s the sauce, it’s the antidote
Got me traveling through [?]
Steps in Lusaka I’m abroad can’t get Mufasa by antelopes (no)

[Hook: AKA]
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
Fuck em let’s get it

Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the liquor fruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

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One Week Notice – Get It N Go

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Pull up I get it go to get my money movin’ slow
Had to cut em off, some niggas had to go
I went back and dough, a nigga had to grow
Before the status quo, I’m not your average Joe
Dranked up, dripped out, stack doughs, fuck hoes
Bitch bounce, hoes give me discount
Gucci down, pimped out, work hard, get clout

[Verse 2: Price]:
16 got kicked out, flippin’ dimes and nicks now
I remember when they shot up Anthony at Nick house, whole family tripped out
It’s like Drake and Alicia Keys whenever Price pull his wrist out, fireworks trip down
She fucked the worth at the work and I tell her to strip down, call her Lyft now
Killing 2 hoes who get too close, please don’t be callin’ me bro
I’m movin’ legit gettin’ dough, no you not hittin’ my smoke
I just get lifted after shows, don’t gotta hit licks no more
But won’t let you take nothin’ from me, don’t let your ass owe me some money

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 3: Demrick]
Matte black range rover tinted out, racks hidden in the house
Bad bitch, turn her round, bend her down, baby yeah work it out
Young wild and reckless, diamond Henny bottle necklace
No lames in my section, smoke or not ain’t a question, yeah

[Verse 4: Dizzy Wright]
Switch back, hit this, I told lil mama stop flexin’
Chit chat, fuck that, I told her bring that ass in my direction
I gotta get my point across, is you with it or you not?
Wordsmith, twist up, I pull up and get it n go, I gotta get it now
What it mean I’m boutta be the boss
Be about your business, never let them play you out
Hit the city, hit the stage, shirt tucked in, black Bruce Lee style
And I’m blowin’ clouds, tellin’ Price like, they don’t know the tribulations and trials
They don’t know the situation, they don’t know what we go thru when ain’t nobody else ’round

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

[Verse 6: Emilio Rojas]
I’m sittin’ in the middle of the city with the cash
I’ma hit a hundred fifty on the dash
All the women that are with me and they bad
When I get ’em in the pad then I hit it they gonna splash
I did it to be livin’ in a tenement so when we get the money we just set it in the stash
Yeah, we get it and we never gonna be settlin’ for less
If you meddle, then you know we gonna clash
Shorty worried about a fat transfer, I’m just worried about a bank transfer
No ID call my phone but that’s the type of call that I can’t answer
Runnin’ ’round I’m in uptown, I’m with a bunch of kings that speak bad Spanish
Comin’ around to my block and you got no pass, nigga taxed after like

[Chorus: Reezy]
Hey, I pull up and get it n go
And all of my hitters will go and all of my bitches will go
The minute I hit I go, I pull up and get it n go
I hit a lick and I go, all of my bitches’ll go
The minute I get it ill go, I pull up and get it n go
Pull up and get it n go, pull up and get it n go
I pull up and get it n go, I pull up and get it n go

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Meek Mill – Ball Player Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I’m at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won’t fuck her shoes cheap
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like ‘scuse me
My friends they like uzis
I don’t play with no goofy’s
Hell no!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
Waterboy, foosball (water)
Waterboy, foosball (water, let’s go)
I bet you niggas can’t re-up (no)
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up (dope)
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers, streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
Keep your eye on that road, when you’re pushin’ yay
Extra percent for my assassin
Tell my shooters, “Do ’em nasty”
No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
Put ’em all in a casket

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Bridge: Quavo]
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Gang, gang, gang!
Shipping them packs through the FedEx
Send it, just give me ya address
Handling shipping, we charge you
Price up and down like it’s NASDAQ
Scoop a supermodel in the Murcielago, hit her, make her take a cab back
You put your bitch on shelf nigga, I make my hoe bring that cash back
Put that Pyrex on the stove, water whip, 28 Jump! Yeah!
Trap house boomin, Feds at the door, nigga like “what do they want?!” Yeah!
We shooting dice on a PJ, I put ya bitch in a 3 way
I hit her up for the replay and she bring it back like a DJ

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

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The Fawkles – Jackie Chan lyrics

¡Jackie Chan!
Ya tiene como setenta
Y aún nos puede impresionar.
Humillando a Chuck Norris
Y de paso a Bruce Lee, porque…

Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
No hay muro que el no pueda superar. (¡No, no!)
Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Sus huevos en tu mente plantará.

¡Mmmmmh!
¡Mmmmmmh!

¡Jackie Chan!
Un cantante de ópera
Y virtuoso musical.
Él aprecia esta letra
Le parece perfecta, ¡yeah!

Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Su cara en la moneda nacional. (¡Oh, si!)
Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Con sus ojos el te puede embarazar.

¡Mmmmmh!
¡Mmmmmmh!

¡Jackie Chan!
Ya tiene como setenta
Y aún nos puede impresionar.
Humillando a Chuck Norris
Y de paso a Bruce Lee, porque…

Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Su cara en la moneda nacional. (¡Ha ha!)
Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Con sus ojos el te puede embarazar.

¡Mmmmmh!
¡Mmmmmmh!

(¡No Jackie Chan, no!)
(¡Mmmmmhhhhhh!)

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MISSY ELLIOTT – I’m Better lyrics

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

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Missy Elliott – I’m Better (feat. Lamb)

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 1: Missy]
He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you don’t know nann hoe

[Bridge: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 2: Missy]
Missy so hot, I’m from VA
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so grande
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

[Bridge 2: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 3: Missy]
Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

[Bridge 3: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

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Missy Elliott – I’m Better lyrics

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

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Blac Youngsta – Ask For It

[Intro]
C-M-G
Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga!

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 1]
Ass so fat like fat albert
[?]
I’mma rich nigga, got rich power
I don’t fuck wit them niggas, they sum real cowards
Them fuck niggas hate from the [?]
But they speak to me everytime they sip it
Them niggas’ baby mommas wanna meet me
But I don’t [?]
I chop the pussy like a rider
I chop the pussy like Bruce Lee
I just pulled up in that rari
In that bitch, only like 2 seats
She suck my dick in my toothpiece
I just left nut on my new seats
That lame nigga said he gon’ rob me
So I ride around with my [?]

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 2]
Them niggas can’t stand my guts
Say he gon’ shoot my tour bus up
Say he gon’ kill everybody in it
Go ahead lil’ nigga, try yo’ luck
That big booty fatter than truck
That bitch quack quack like a duck
I don’t trust that bitch, I don’t really love her, I just lied to the bitch as I fucked
I send the bitch to the [?]
I put that bitch on my dream team
I got the rari and things
I got the AR-15
That lil’ bitch is grown and sexy
But she suck my dick like she 16
Said that bitch look like a queen
I’mma toss her wit the whole team

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

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Watsky – Duke Smellington Lyrics

Don’t ask me if I am an assassin
If you have to unmask me
Baby you are now in peril
Every aspect of me counts as an asset
Homie even my ass sweat goes for 20 thou a barrel

You’re scowlin’ and then throwing the towel in
While I enter the tao inside a temple in Shaolin bitch
You’re not listening in to a loud citizen
Shouting devout discipline up on a mountain
Low key I’m a shape shifter like Loki
Locally known loco, vocally home G
Taking the A-train and I’m swinging like Duke E
Calling me Duke Smellington cause I’m a dupe fiend(?)
Dip like Houdini
Dick like zucchini
Sicker than leukemia
Pitiful dudes leave me alone
I get Bruce Lee’d while I sip on a brewski
And I flip through some Bukowski and kick till the Bruce bleed

I don’t think they really like it when I come around
But I don’t think they really like it when I come around
They don’t like it when I come around
They don’t really like it when I come around
Like it when I come around
I don’t think they really like it when I come around
I don’t think they really like it when I come around
They don’t really like it when I try to come around
Like it when I come around
Like it when I come around

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Young Dolph – Foreva (feat. T.I.)

[Intro]
Hey who is that?
Who is that right there?
Hey whats up lil’ mama?

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
She a good girl but she bad so I’m confused (damn)
Fuck it, I’ma shoot my shot got nun ‘ to lose (fuck it)
I said "what’s up my name is D"
She said "nigga you lyin’, yo name Dolph"
Okay you know me? Then let’s go pull off
Jump in this coupe and let’s go and get lost
Took you to my hood but you was scared
I started laughin’ then you got mad
Bet you never been with a nigga like me
Give a fuck about bitches count skrilla like me
We started off havin’ fun though
You asked me where I keep my gun though
Uh, I don’t wanna talk about that
Why that ass so fat and why you walk like that?
I’m just a lil nigga out here havin’ it
All of my niggas, they savages
Guess what I did last weekend ?
Bitch I made your boyfriend’s salary

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I can’t say no
Bitch real thick like clay though
I got Hi-Tec in my faygo
Heard you got strippers on payroll
Nigga I got killers on payroll
My lil mama mad at me, said she don’t like the way that I’m livin’
She hate to see cough medicine, say she don’t like the way that I’m sippin’
I was drinkin’ this shit 10 years before I met you, lil mama you trippin’
Wait a minute, hold up it’s me
Wait a minute, roll up the weed
Wait a minute, roll up my sleeves
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
Kickin’ shit in the trap like Bruce Lee
When I walk in they be like "who’s he?"
When I walk out they be like "what the fuck?"
What the fuck is that lil nigga drivin’?
All my niggas, they ridin’
All of these bitches be lyin’
Lil fly nigga plus my bitch fly so together we flying

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Pussy nigga hatin’ pulled up beside me
She pulled out a purse,rolled the window down told the pussy nigga bust a move, ain’t shit to try
Stayed down for a nigga on a gun charge
Went to jail with a nigga on a dope case
I told the girl how much I love ya, I’d die for ya, wouldn’t think twice, told me "boy go pull weight"
And when I told her ballin’ on these hoes ain’t shit to do
10 million dollars on the crib, all that for you
When you ain’t even got to ask me where I’m puttin’ my dick
Cause odds are you gon’ be with me when I’m getting seduced
You know penthouses full of your WCW’s
And St. Regis, Four Seasons, Londons, and W’s
And Rolls-Royces, Benzes, i.e. BMWs
Spend that cake if I’m in love with you hey
Hey you gon’ find it hard to get
Someone goin’ hard at TIP
But lil boy we started that
Closer where we are, and you a part of that
And apologies if you gave me your heart
And I turned around, gave you a heart attack
God damn, I’m a dog for that
Breakin’ up? Came too far for that
I keep it real though

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

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A-Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Timeless letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All the faces on my watches, jump out it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, "I love you," I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’

[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more
We switch the flow up, if you a busta I’ma cut you off
Bitch I’m goin’ up
Gettin’ money, what the fuck you thought?
Nigga, hold up it get ugly
I’m a fuckin boss, hah
Good now but I started off
Just a young nigga runnin’ ’round and the butter soft
Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off
I ain’t get lucky mothafucka
Took a couple loses, yeah
What u sayin’? You ain’t really on shit
Got zippers on my jeans like I’m Billy on this
I ain’t sippin’ no more lean I’ve been trippin’ off it
I’ve been pissin’ codeine and I ain’t wit the shits, woah
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Wake up faded still end up drinking
Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it
R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it
Fall asleep, wake up still I’m faded
Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas
Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish
Said that I was done with it but I’m still drinkin’
I can’t waste no time, I can’t waste no time with it
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Timeless letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All the faces on my watches, jump out it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, "I love you," I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more
We switch the flow up, if you a busta I’ma cut you off
Bitch I’m goin’ up
Gettin’ money, what the fuck you thought?
Nigga, hold up it get ugly
I’m a fuckin boss, hah
Good now but I started off
Just a young nigga runnin’ ’round and the butter soft
Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off
I ain’t get lucky mothafucka
Took a couple loses, yeah
What u sayin’? You ain’t really on shit
Got zippers on my jeans like I’m Billy on this
I ain’t sippin’ no more lean I’ve been trippin’ off it
I’ve been pissin’ codeine and I ain’t wit the shits, woah
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Wake up faded still end up drinking
Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it
R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it
Fall asleep, wake up still I’m faded
Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas
Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish
Said that I was done with it but I’m still drinkin’
I can’t waste no time, I can’t waste no time with it
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless

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Chris Brown – Section One Hundred Billion

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
I don’t know how to do this shit
I wake up and just do this shit
HoodyBaby, I’m too legit
I’m the Boss, I made Hugo quit
I pull up in a 2 door whip
Make you go sick
Flip a brick, kick a brick
That judo shit
My niggas is serious
You niggas delirious
No stoppin’ us, period
I live at the dealership
Angry, a nigga rich
We want the bigger fish
Choppin’ ’til I chop with the mafia
Ask in my section, we popular
Popavich, we poppin’ shots

[Verse 2: Inch]
Pull up with the OHB, I mean war
I mean war, big russ war
Big russ wanna lick down your car
See me with the gang, better know that squad
[Verse 3: Young Lo]
If these niggas talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace
100 round drum, niggas gon’ respect us
Mob ties, yeah I’m heavy with these accents
Hit the UK, I’m mobbin’ with the Section
Out here ballin’ since a adolescent
I was 15 when I start finessin’
Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
I was juggin’ through the whole class session

[Verse 4: Swift]
Trap money, I’m a trapper
My young boy was a Rihanna
Flash a blockia like a camera
Slap slap, that’s the hammer
Count grand to my nana’s
Sucky sucky, from [?]

[Verse 5: Section Boyz]
I ain’t endin’ a passer
Pass up if I catch a brack, you go back up
Get me down, I get back up
Yo mi casa es su casa

[Verse 6: Sleeks]
6 man in the van, that’s gang in the pan
That’s maceroni and pasta
Bring a nigga from a [?]
Girl climb on, know you want a ladder

[Verse 7: Littlez]
And keep climbin’
Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
I know a mad man with a dagger
That says, “Fuck feds and they camera”
Trappin’, pick up a brick
Rip it in bits, gone
I’m really livin’ this shit
Pick up a stick
You could see smoke like a bong

[Verse 8: Section Boyz]
Peng peng, wanna get groovy
Man I turn your girl to a groupie
Go ratchet tings too bougie
With a big booty and boobies
See the big tour man move bookies
Old school, mad bros, no new Gs
Roll with a clip like the movies
Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee

[Verse 9]
I got all these bitches, they [?]
They ain’t want me then but they want me now
Got that killer swag, watch ’em mime my style
I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
Got some new shoes off some new shit
This flow is like water need crew ships
My life is a movie, take your flick
It’s a foreign bitch cause

[Verse 10: Famous Fresh]
They know I’m flexin’
OHB and Section
.40 for protection
Hood stay connected
Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
Couple JLos, I’m a money train
Nigga been fresh, feds watchin;
Diamonds dancin’ like a Jabbawockee
Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
It’s Fresh, Hoody, it’s [?]

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Gucci Mane – The Left (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro:]
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[Chorus:] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

[Verse 1:]
Call that ballin I call dat hopscotch
Nigga got a lil cash but he ain’t’ got what I got
No twenties in my bankroll one fifty on my watch
Like Dikembe Mutombo get a lot of them big blocks
Gucci brought them bands out
You brought a lil cash out
Offsets they poke out
Interior smoked out
Homie you a peon
I’m riding European
Emmitt Smith on the back tier but the front tires are Deion
Get the shit for the 17 bout to sell the shit for Keyshawn
My wrist colder than freon that bullshit I be on
In the club I’m wasted better yet I’m faded
Got home don’t know how I made it but the shit all gravy

[Chorus] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

[Verse 2:]
When I’m pickin up weight I need a personal trainer
My money got it’s on fuckin personal trainer
I’m in the club throwin hun done’s
Smokin outta onions
Garlic bread inside paint like lasagna
Gucci be fresh like first day of school
Diamonds drippin wet it’s like they pushed me in the pool
Makin paper airplanes outta hunnids what i do
{?} Ace of Spades like it bottled water to the crew
Excuse me let me introduce myself they call me Gucci
And all my kicks they be the flyest call me Bruce Lee
And I don’t talk my money do the talkin usually
Im super chillin but my money be the rudest

[Chorus] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

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DJ SpinKing – Timeless (feat. A Boogie) (Snippet) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All [?] faces on my watches, I’m ’bout it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent a 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent a 100 thousand on mollies
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, “I love you,” I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah…

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DJ SpinKing – Timeless Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All [?] faces on my watches, I’m ’bout it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent a 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent a 100 thousand on mollies
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, make your bitch drive up
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, “I love you,” I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a thot bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, but if [?] hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah…