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Gucci Mane – I Get The Bag (feat. Migos) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shine
It’s Gucci!
It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

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NAV Feat. Lil Uzi Vert – Wanted You Lyrics


(Intro)
Where you at?
At my house
Let me see that ass
What you say?
I said “let me see that ass”
That ass
Oh, you on some naked sh*t
Hahaha
I’m on my way
Stop lyin
I’m on my way, bye

(Verse 1: NAV)
I’m ashamed of all the things that I was doing for you
Should’ve known that all these girls the same and they ain’t loyal
She a freak, took her to Nobu, on a beach (yeah)
Just to eat, Louboutins all on her feet (yeah)
Where you get the money for them shoes, girl?
You hit me on my DM like a fangirl (whoa, whoa)
Did you want me or did you want these bands, girl? (whoa, whoa)
Now I know you just another Instagram girl (whoa, whoa)
She almost made me think that all she want is me (yeah)
I hit the club and she the first one that I see
Said that she there because she know promoters in the club (yeah)
Come to find out that my homeboy hit her up (whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Chorus: Nav)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

(Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert)
No, no, no, no I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
No, no, no, no I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
Man, I swear these girls are see-through (translucent)
Stevie Wonder, I can’t see you (can’t do this)
She so hurt, I’m so irked, she get on my nerve (what)
My head hurt, matter fact, kick her to the curb (bye-bye)
Found out that she with him, like this verse get murked (uh)
My chopper, eagle dispersed, yeah
Probably die before it hurt, aye
Cartier lens, I’m on lurk, uh
Twenty-thousand for a fur, ooh (yeah)
What would she do for a purse? (huh)
She said she’ll give me a perc (thirty)
My new b*tch better, so I cannot sweat her
Don’t talk to that girl, that’s a curve (now what)
Speak ofsweater, my neck is so frozen it looking just like an iceberg

(Chorus: NAV)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

(Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & NAV)
Uzi they, used to make, fun of you ((?))
Yeah, all my hundreds blue
Whoa, little b*tch, I’m done with you (I’m done with you)
Hit it from the back while Uzi stand in front of you (yeah)
23, but I had her when I was 22 (what?)
I can’t wife that girl, she f**ked like twenty dudes (brown boy)
You can’t get a kiss, can’t get caught tounging you (Lil Uzi)
I got lots of girls, no, there ain’t just one of you (that true)
Off-White on my Prestos, all these girls I’m running through (I’m running through it yah)
I can’t text her back, these Franklins what I’m thumbing through (blue hunnos)
F**k a finger in that b*tch, I use a thumb or two
Made her number one and you ain’t even number two

(Hook: NAV)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

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Tee Grizzley – Win

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1]
90’s baby but I get to that money like ’86 again
Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again
Gotta thank God for that prison bid
Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again
Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses
Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr)
You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught
Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off)
Free Mar Mar, he innocent
I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit
Bitches love me, they go crazy ’bout that real nigga shit
Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant
If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head
Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man
When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
700K in here and my bag in this room
But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room?
I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands
If you think I’m ’bout to let him leave alive, you a fool
Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real)
And let me know that they ain’t know me ‘fore I came out
Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out
But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out
Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch
I could’ve kicked her lil’ dirty ungrateful ass
But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date her, ayy
Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back
Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that
Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that
The Mustang used to always run out of gas
Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 3]
I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around
Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around
They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down
Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around
Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around
Can’t be around on choppers the [?] three around
Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down
After I fuck, never again will she be around
It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down
These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about
He shot at me, and that’s somethin’ I can’t sleep about
Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr)
How you gon’ motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit?
This what they like, so I’ma make the shit
But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit
So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga

[Outro]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon, nigga
Without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga

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Lil Durk – Make It Out

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 1]
We do pop ups had my back when I was locked up
I was glocked up
Niggas hate cause they can’t stop us
We was turnt up, gang war can’t knock us
Sliding in them DM’s tryna slide up on the oppas
I’m so nautious off them drugs, too high off them percocets
Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn’t focused yet
We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
Extort your big homie, like we from LAX
I was so high, I wish I replied to LA’s text
But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
I was dressing my homies up for they funerals
Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most
Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation
Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration
Pray for my generation, fuck Trump them bitches racist
Bought Rarris just to race it, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 2]
Joking laugh all day to stop from crying
Keep my gun on me to stop from dying
Can’t listen to no rumors cause it block my mind
Can’t feed into that bullshit ain’t got the time
I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy
Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it
You was hooked on drugs I was hooked on phonics
Signed to the streets I ain’t never go to college
Asked you for cash you ain’t never say you got it (damn)
But I gave you my last yeah
And I’m the same nigga since last year
I told my mom I can’t go down for this case
Got the same lawyer beat R. Kelly piss case
State’s attorney want me so bad
At the time I need you bad
Told myself ain’t going back
Told myself can’t go like that

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

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Kid Ink – Bad Habit

[Verse 1]
I know we haven’t really talk
And we don’t know, it’s getting long
But you got what I like, you got what I like
I know you got choices all in your DM
Brand new niggas tryna be a new friend
I got what you like

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you find some brand new
Gotta stick to what you used to
Girl you know I’m calling for you
Pull up, you know imma come thru
Until you find some new
No, no, nothing wrong
We’re doing what we do what we use to, babe
I got what you like

[Chorus]
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
But you know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe
Do you like I do you, babe
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
You know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe

[Verse 2]
You might let them take you out
But you still come home and get me with they waited for
Me what they paying for
‘Cause I know your body
You just talking to them ’cause baby, I’m not around
Baby I’m out of town
I know we got differences
But we agree on this everytime

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you find some brand new
Gotta stick to what you used to
Girl you know I’m calling for you
Pull up, you know imma come thru
Until you find some new
No, no, nothing wrong
We’re doing what we do what we use to, babe
I got what you like

[Chorus]
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
But you know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe
Do you like I do you, babe
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
You know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe

[Outro]
Woo, yeah
Ah, ah
Oh yeah, woo
Until you find some…

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Adam s Apple – Ksi featuring Alesa lyrics

Lyrics KSI – Adam s apple

End of this, you’re gonna really want to kill me
End of this, your fans are really gonna feel me
Never miss, whenever suckers wanna grill me
Sorry, miss, I gotta kill him with the click, click
I didn’t really wanna do this
So my fans be saying “who this?”
But they really wanna view this
Know you’re dying when I shoot this
Had your ex all in my DM’s
Pillow talking in the DM’s
Trust me, nigga, take a seat
Gonna have this on repeat
Naga Viper with the heat
Mr. Z Man on the beat
Adam had to eat the apple
Time to kill him in a chapel
Adam really s**t the bed
How you gonna s**t the bed?
Alesa told me you were crying, nigga, this s**t had me dying
Had to clean up all your noodles
I expect that from a poodle
And you know the best part?
Adam thought it was a fart
Damn nigga, haven’t even pulled the trigger
You should never try to diss the nigga
One-seven millie, still I’m bigger
I don’t care about your bank report
At least I’m never paying child support
But why your baby momma saying that you ain’t even paying that?
Ain’t a game, so you never feel like playing that?
Stop the music b*tch, and go back to blocks
You’ll make more money versuri-lyrics.info
And when it comes to shocks, I got more coming
When it comes to cocks you a small summin’
When it comes to flops, you’re the first running
When it comes to pops you ain’t there sonnin’
Nigga, tell me why the f*ck you’re cutting yourself?
How you’re gonna be a dad when you’re cutting yourself?
But it’s not all you’re doing
You f*cked up and I know you’re brewing
Time to reminisce, I hope you’re hearing this
I didn’t wanna be the one to be out blaring this, but f*ck it
Behind the mask you’re a prick
What you did made me sick
Smearing blood on this chick
Yeah, let’s talk about Dawn
Slappin’ and choking from dusk ’till dawn
Then blaming your alter egos
What the f*ck? That’s not cool amigo
That’s not Adam, that was John that hit you
That’s not Adam, that was Shaun that beat you
That’s not Adam, nah f*ck you Adam
Any woman beater gets the f*cking heater
R.I.P. like Rita, hope you like my feature
That’s your baby momma
Flew her over just to end the saga
KSI, I’m the king of drama
Karma, karma, kicking down like Sparta
You will always be a dreadful father
Post Malone, he ain’t savin’ s**t
Your tattoos are s**t
Chronic masturbator
Coming now and later
Why you horny looking at an alligator?
I’m your violator, this the bar on my mission
Nothing can save your dead vision, b*tch.(adam s apple)

Ayy ayy, aaayy ayyyy
Ayy aaayy, GG motherf*ckerrr.(adam s apple)
Ksi lyrics
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Bend the knee – Netnobody – KSI diss track lyrics

Lyrics Netnobody – Bend the knee

Took an L, but turned my losses into learning
In the end I’m earning, sub count f*cking turning
Feel like Jake Paul with the Team 10
Got KSI f*cking swinging, leaking the unfinished
b*tch feeling threatened, diss tracks have no end
Diss tracks are passion, diss tracks are true friend
b*tch took the bait watching my views climb
While I masturbate, b*tches hate
You can stay mad while I stay the same
Why stay in my lane? I own the whole street
I’ll pick up the mic, b*tch you’ll bow at my feet.(bend the knee)

Bend the knee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the knee, tame your ego. (x2)

Whether you like it or not, you’re dragging my a*s to the #1 spot
I do this s**t without second thought
‘Cause I got talent in case you forgot
What did I say? “b*tch took the bait”
You clowned on yourself by reacting to memes
Have you ever been trolled? Your s**t don’t affect me
Watch my subs soar, my dick gets erecty
I’m perfecty, you deflecty
If you value music, you’d show respect G
Your ego’s massive, beat off to diss tracks
This s**t’s real sad that your ego’s fragile
Tell me this J, is it a diss if we’re both being played?
Is it a diss if I’m dissing myself versuri-lyrics.info
Too dumb to realize, with me there’s no L’s
I’ve been retired, you’re bringing me back
KSI is saviour, Jesus is back
You’re proving me right with every clapback
Your heart’s in the mic? Nah, your heart’s on the racks
The bait’s been there since the very first tweet
KSI, Lord and saviour gave me money to eat
The bait’s been there since the very first tweet
KSI, Lord and saviour gave me money to eat.

Took an L, but turned my losses into learning
In the end I’m earning, sub count f*cking turning. (x2)

Bend the kneeee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the kneeee, tame your ego. (x2)

What did I say in the first song?
Rip of your mask, KSI’s gone
Nothing has changed, you didn’t learn s**t
Acting deranged for millions of kids
Pirate my song, boys acting goofy
Didn’t you cry when they pirate your movie?
Stealing my song, my unfinished work
You needed a track boy, you know DM’s work.

Bend the kneeee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the kneeee, tame your egooo. (x2)
Netnobody lyrics
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Locksmith – Olive Branch

[Verse 1: Locksmith]
For every label they wasn’t able to place on me
For every second they second guessed & embraced phony
Niggas pitch to him every stitch is a bitch to unthread
Deeply woven, they chose to switch it as they stone me
The same Stoic & hopeless look you look upon is looked and pawned off by defeatists since we were Fetus’
They feed us nothing but left-overs; I stepped over with stilts and rebottled the same Milk you once wept over
Expect nothing & no one will work as hard as you do
So I’m confused when these niggas call me & stress over
Shit they should’ve corrected before they started
They beggin’ for my advice, but I’m focused on my success forward
Every mistake that I ever made was a growth point
I understand the bruise that you take when fall & don’t point
The finger or the blame on another person that’s striving to
Want others to ride, but have no idea where you drivin’ to
Surprised a few, but The System here is not sufficient
The candidates just can’t negate my suspicions
Cause regardless of Race, Gender, Religion
Rapper’s co-signing a Politician is still a Politician
And the problem isn’t what most discovered
Instead of complainin’ I started workin’ while most would suffer
And stopped chasin’ thirsty Journalist who secretly wanna be bigger than the Artists they supposed to cover
Am I supposed to cover my ears? Turn a blind eye when noone can find why the fine line has lost most its buffer
The whole structure and foundation has crumbled
If you go againt the grain they accuse you of not being humble
Should I play it subtle? Not a chance
Pretend help from these niggas became a common stance
I had to look at myself distinct
Expect to sink if you ever think they’ll extend an Olive Branch

[Verse: 2 Locksmith]
Yeah… Fuck it

I got a message from this Rapper in my Inbox. It started well
I responded with gratitude & respect
When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, that’s when it turned stale
Then he attacking my character in his text
I know
You can’t expect to please everybody
They ain’t satisfied til they see you bleed from your body
I can patronize or honestly speak about it
If I have to lie I’d rather leave than keep the shroud up
For 4 years I did nothing at all
Suffocated by Self-Hatred; I externally thawed
Dropped some bars, disappeared
Write songs that you’d never hear
Then my girl got in her ear, told me "Get on your job"
Fuck it
My Mothers’ gone
I might as well if I can write it well
I can slide the scale & tip it my way
Every night I wailed
But I failed to commit; The surface was cold
And sacrificed what we had built for my personal goals
I tried to get back on the track I lagged on, but whether in that storm proved to be the straw on the Camel’s back that we stacked on
Will it snap? Or am I strong enough to pass on these bitches I reply through DM & double-tap on
Now tack on the fact that I’m tryin’ to complete this album
More focused with details while they more concerned with volume
How then do you explain my resilience to spit?
In other words, I was built for this shit
My nigga, this is me

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Gucci Mane – I Get The Bag (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shine
It’s Gucci!
It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

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Bestie – Yungen feat. Yxng Bane lyrics

Lyrics Yungen – Bestie

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When I’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that I’m creeping’ to your house
Finally versuri-lyrics.info
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Yo, I got notes, I get paid (get dough)
I really had Maddison in a fucking Addison Lee
Took her to the Radisson
Spent about three
She don’t even know my real name
She ask for – D
Her friend yeah, pree dem a pree
She got wasteman on her case that be spending the P
She can’t believe that I fucked her for free
Jewels on, you know me
Hey girl, Hey girl
What’s good? What’s good?
Where you from? (the hood)
Yeah woulda thought I was ace, the way I was giving her wood
She knew I was paid full from the jug.

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Yo, let me show you the wave?
Pretty boy fam, I take her boys babes
Sweet body, wanna know like I’m Dave
They don’t wanna see my yellow face turn up in a Wraith
Man it’s fucked up
I see most my old tings loved up
Don’t make me slide in the DM’s with a lovestruck
Yeah, I know they love this young buck
Many men, hide their girl from me
They got them on lock, but I got the key
They block me on insta, so I can’t pree
Man I’ll come and take their wife away
Many men, hide their girl from me
They got them on lock, but I got the key
They block me on insta, so I can’t pree
But now I’ll come and take their wife away.

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh la la)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

She my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Bonnie and Clyde, I love how we ride
Pulled up on her with those suicides (skrrt)
You know I kill it, many boys keep strippin’
We can kick it for hours, hoe get the boot by the minute
I tell her footwork, footwork
When you do her, do her
You know your bodies crazy but that minds on business
I’m what you want, not what you need
When you ask me, “What are we?”

You my bestieee, bestieee, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m druggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most nowww.
Yungen lyrics
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Welcome to the Booty Tape

Lyrics to ‘Welcome to the Booty Tape’ by Ugly God:

–Intro: CUFBOY$ and CUFBOY$ Mom–
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw?
Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! I mean he’s just not that attractive! And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?
Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me, except for Fat Nick, I mean that was pretty bad
Fat Nick cranks, what are you saying?
Fat Nick is bad, and he looks like a girl

–Tag–
Thanks Ugly God!

–Verse–
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (damn)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, damn

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God Church – RiceGum lyrics

Lyrics RiceGum – God Church

I was broke but I’m living in the hills now
I was crazy but this ice made me chill out
No 20’s, I need blue on my bills
I’m not like Kylie Jenner, everything I got is real now
When I’m out, you be staring like a sightseer
I will not call her baby, I’m not like Bieber
I don’t ever give an F like a nice teacher
f*ck it, I’m just keeping it 100 like a high fever
Thought I told you that you need to go and wash your face
You’re 17, she’s 21 you trying to catch a case
DM after DM you was trying to take me on a date
Go vlog stop rapping trying to ride the f*cking wave (splash)
They used to hate, tell me that I wasn’t going far
Look at me now I be pullin up in foreign cars
Which one versuri-lyrics.info
B***h I cannot pick one
He said it’s the rari or the range or the big one (Aye)
Y’all ain’t, really doing much
Nah y’all ain’t cool with us
Hate on me you f*cked up in the head, like Supercuts
I’m in the hills just Uber up
I’m not paying I do enough
Your girl like Blac Chyna, ’cause all she wanna do is f*ck.(god church)

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like who.

Shut yo a*s up
Go and get your cash up
She done got ran through
Magcon
Smashed up
Your man gave you followers don’t know why you gassed up
I’m running with the subs and the views you can’t catch up
Used to be a big fan I’m your f*ckin idol
Hit me up tried to link but I’m not a bio
Can’t rap like those blonde brothers from Ohio
Now I got em all doing songs trynna take my style (Aye)
Money talks yeah my money gets annoying (Aye!)
Juice digger chase the clout from your boyfriend (Aye!)
B***h I got more plugs than modem (Aye!)
I got carrots in my ice like a snowman (Aye!)
How you gonna let your girl have a better verse
That’s your girl? She a stick, she ain’t got curves
She a hoe yeah You fell into the thot curse
Dropped merch and it’s selling like a god church.

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like whooo.
RiceGum lyrics
Video Church

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Kevin Gates – No Love Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Verse]
Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a fuck where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived bitch, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, fuck who in the way
[?] just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it [?]
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Bridge]
Why you hoes blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

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No love – Kevin Gates lyrics

Lyrics Kevin Gates – No love

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.(no love)

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a f**k where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived b***h, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, f**k who in the way
.. just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it ..
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
Versuri-lyrics.info
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Why you h**s blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggasss. (x3)
Kevin Gates lyrics
Video love

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2 Chainz – Blue Cheese Lyrics (feat. Migos)

2 CHAINZ
Blue Cheese Lyrics (feat. Migos)

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f**k with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick

Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f**k with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? shit colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f**k with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

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Meek Mill – Whatever You Need Lyrics

MEEK MILL
Whatever You Need Lyrics

[YG:]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh baby, I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, I’m the only young nigga who’s poppin’ that
Got it jumpin’ out the heat there like who coppin’ that?
New G Wagon got her braggin’, put a lock on that
Niggas always hit her DM, she don’t holla back, woo, woo, copy that
Cuffin’, I’ve been cuffin’
Chanel bags like it’s nothin’, and she love them
Her last nigga, he was bluffin’, she said, "f**k him"
He let that go, I’m like, "He buggin’," now she thuggin’ with a real one
I’ve been ballin’ on you ’cause you smart and loyal
All my homies know me best, they say I’m fallin’ for you
And that box be slippery like tryna walk on oil
And I’ll be there long as you there when I be callin’ for you, facts

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, you can get whatever you want, whatever you need
Got a one way flight ’cause I ain’t lettin’ you leave
We ain’t f**k first night, had me beggin’ you please
But you love when I’m beggin’, you told me get on my knees
And I ate it, we got faded
You said, "Put some Tory Lanez on" and I played it
In Philly, we say you the main joint and we save it
Finally got a rich nigga, baby, you made it
Long as you hold me down, you know that it’s goin’ down
Be there when I turn around and I’ll turn your world around
I had to tone it down ’cause you made me slow it down
But I got you open now, so I’m ’bout to show you now, show you now

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
What makes you think that I would try to run a game on you?
Just as sure as my name is Dolla, I’ll be there for you and I’ll
Treat you just like a queen and give you fine things
You’ll never have to worry ’bout another in your place, so believe me when I say

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

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Omega Crosby – Money lyrics

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

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Pressa – Sophomore

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 1]
Good girl turned into a boss bitch
You could called it corrupted
I got bitches soaking wet like a ocean
And I didn’t even touch it
I ain’t even holler
I think she would wanna suck my collar
Got a dancer in the street like Caribana
That’s my navy blue Phantom
And Deadmihana go buy cars for the mandem
And TBH go buy me up Rihanna
Never listened to my teacher, never listened to the anthem
Pocket full of gold so I keep a cup of magnums
And I can chase these girls
[?]
Remember in her DM’s, now nigga I dodge ’em

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 2]
Pressa need a mansion and a cottage
Pressa finna skip his life through college
[?] this ain’t Gucci, this ain’t Louis, that ain’t Pradas
Balmain, Giuseppe, Balenciagas
She the type to have her friends jealous
Cuz Pressa might just buy her a necklace
I don’t wanna chill and watch Netflix
You can save it for the guys on the friends list
She so bad got me in the girls change room
She so bad might just get me suspended
She the type to have a nigga rent it
But I never ever took it offensive
Pressa more realer than authentic
Broke her heart but I never ever meant it
Trust a bitch never thought for a second
So she can be my trophy reason why I bought a pendant

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

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Kap G – Freakin ‘n’ Geekin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that Yum Sauce
She got that dome sauce, now take your Uggs off
Now take your bun off, now get me unsoft

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hola, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I been bout cappin’ and it’s R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna pop the percocet
I think she geekin’, yeah she liked my recent
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, TLC, she creepin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

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OG Boobie Black – Goin Live

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

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Trey Songz – Playboy (Tremaine The Album Album)

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 1]
Too many nights to remember
So many girls, I can’t count
Can’t keep track of these adventures
What has become of me now?
I thought each one was special
Oh, who am I kidding?
Why do the things feel so good?
That are so forbidden, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling all kinds of pressure
My momma wants another grandchild
Can’t say I’m not making the effort
But these women keep calling me out
I guess I’m losing this battle
Oh, I’d be trippin’
Why do things that feel so good?
Put me in this position, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down (settle down)
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still (I’m still)
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Bridge]
Goes down way too many times in my DM
Gave me way too many signs, I ain’t see them
I just hope that I ain’t too late
I just hope that I ain’t sealed my fate
Oh baby, can I, can I pick it up?
Can I get back the love?
I really want to change my life
Girl, there’s nothing that I want more now
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

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GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)

[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)

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OG Boobie Black – Goin Live Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

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Nines – Getting Money Now (One Foot Out Album)

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
I got money now, now

[Verse 1: Nines]
Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
Them man are still preppin’ D’s
Come through with my neck on freeze
I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
Them rappers can’t keep up with me
Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
Anywhere I go then gang go
Always wanted a penthouse
Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
Now I’m on the rise
BMT, most the city love me just for being me
I went Africa, see niggas starve
Felt bad comin’ home business class
I make six figures every summer drought
Way before rap, I had one foot out
They don’t know how long I put ground work in
Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

[Bridge]
We gon’ make it out the ends one day
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
Look at where I come from
Shit’s so real, real, real

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them

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Nav – Fell In Love (The Introduction Album)

[Verse 1]
Police pat me down them bands all on me
Molly, purple drank is all that I need
Come get your bitch cause she dancing on me
I remember these bitches were laughing at me
Now she sucking, fucking, clapping for me
Hit me, DM, told she was a fan
I was nobody when I made "The Man"
Now when these bitches see me, know who I am
His bitch looking I think she a flirt
Owls inside my shoes and XO my shirt
Diss me once and you’ll be dead on the first
I’m staying clean but my squad doing dirt
I’m staying clean, let my squad do the dirt
Hating on me cause they can’t get a verse
Summertime, shitting on you in a ‘vert
My diamonds are water I’m smoking on Earth
‘Member my mama told me I’m the worst
When the check come in she seeing it first
Buy her a house, I’mma buy her a purse
Looking for handouts, don’t get on my nerves
You telling lies, I’m a man of my word
And your wifey just hit me but she getting curved
I’m wearing brand names that you never heard
How to get money, you never gon’ learn

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Verse 2]
Yeah I love LA
Met a baddie from the Bay
Suck and fuck all day
But she can’t call me bae
Smoking weed all day
In Beverly I stay
The weather got me feeling so good
That I put the Xans away
Started from the bottom
I just dropped the top
She want the molly, yeah I got ’em
His bitch gave me top
My shooter got a mop
Deading all your talks
I love getting stoned
My watch is full of rocks
She say "Nav, why you so hood?"
She don’t know about the Rex
Had to tell my squad to clean it up
I don’t wanna make a mess
Body coming home, he gon’ beat the case
So you know he know what’s next
Fucking up a check
Diamonds dancing on my neck

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

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Apollo Brown & Skyzoo – Nodding Off

[Intro Part 1: Mike Tyson]
And life is all about a bluff
It’s almost like playing cards, like
I’d say it’s moreso than um, I’d say moreso than I’d say shooting dice
You know, because, you could change dices and stuff
But they can’t, they hard, they can’t mold
You know what I mean you just shooting, you shooting
Cards could bend, cards could bend like life
Us and life, we can bend
And even though we had a bad hand, that don’t mean we gon lose the fucking game

[Intro Part 2: Skyzoo]
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
Go ahead and not to it
I swear all the content is relatable, I swear
Just let it play it’s course
Okay

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Winning be the only thing they know you for
And then everything changes like you Okafor
And you playing your role and keeping hold of what they hold you on
Remind ’em what they know until they know you gone
Like do believe it, let your memory lock in
Like when locking the door soon as top become the topic
And she take all that off seeing how roomy the drop is
And I just want you all to feel the aura of the logic
We can keep this shit honest, we all about a profit
And I’m all kinda in love with the shit, like it’s a problem
’cause I seen how that problem, stood up on top of problems
Down for the count, I counted down and said "yo I’m in"
Til I’m in, a 911 Porsche without a 911 call
Round my way they go together like you rocking up a yard
And if the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get a kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Swear it’s like I’m Bleek Gilliam on the bridge hitting the trumpet
Playing "Sing Soweto" in repetition for comfort
Know I sing for payrolls, but stuck on how you dub it
Like if ever you should share this and it puts out a discussion
There’s a part of me that wants it to be everything that matters
Then there’s part of me that grew up where you win off whipping batter
But this don’t even matter, like why should we pretend
But if it came back up, then how should we begin?
In the thought of the greatest, with a story as vital
But when you get to aiming then they say you hit your rivals
I’m just aiming at making this shit here last forever
‘Least a Wu X, and returning a DM from a joint that’s Lisa Wu sketch
Do it how they taught us when they had us in the pocket
Said the aim will come in handy when they get away from logic
If the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get the kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
You can still nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it

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Jacob Sartorius – Bingo

(Hahaha, J.S.)

Man, tell me who’s this pretty young thing
Popping up all over the ground
I could see we got a couple same friends
And we from the same city
My, oh, my, now you just my type
With them lips like Kylie, so fine
E’rry post, gon’ give it that like
‘Til she notice

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

Man, now I’m creeping up in her DM
And I hope she ain’t got a boyfriend
‘Cause, girl, I really want a chance
To get to know you better
And, I, know if you give me the greenlight
Everything’s gon’ be alright
Like two stars way up in the sky
We’re so fly-y-y

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline
(Let me get it)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

(I just wanna know you real bad) Bad
(Can I pick you up, meet your dad?) Dad

(Eyy, eyy. Bro, I can’t do this. This is too lit)
(Haha, B-I-N-G-O)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school (Yeah)
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O

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Justine Skye – Jezebel (8 Ounces Album)

Oh Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Cause you all on my IG
Talkin shit bout me
All in my timeline
Picture you
Tryna out me

Internet thuggin
Avatar muggin
Now you got me black bagging
Got you on thought when I’m dragging, you

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

We used to be friends
Now you all in my DM
From AM to PM
I just delete them

I heard you getting right now
On tour with what’s-his-face
No debate, you know the place
Word’s getting round now
You a player on the team, where all the boys go

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face

Show your face when you talk to me (Show your face)
Show your face (Show your face)
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
You’re the girl the guys (girl the guys) know so well
Jezebel, don’t want to front you out but what the hell

What the hell

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Chri$ Born – Let The Beat Speak

[Intro]
I love you Chri$ Born

[Verse]
Hold up, what can I say
Barely wanna talk, gotta let the beat speak
Nigga asking "Yo Chris, where the beats be?"
Ain’t no hand out, why your hands out?
No deal, nigga, ‘less you got the bands out
In the DM, askin’ help her mans out
Unless you throwing some girl, you ain’t helping no
Perfect storm comin’ something like Nelson tho
Hold up nigga, I am a wave
No dance shit, I’m on the rave
On the road less travelled, nigga I’mma pave it
Rap going down, yeah nigga gotta save it
When I’m in the game, I’m ’bout to put it on hold
When I’m in this shit I’ve gotta leave ’em all froze
Yup nigga, my life a show
Really ’bout that life, sure that shit ain’t just for show
No hook, one verse, all I got for this
In the midst of greatness when you standin’ next to this
Lot of faith in myself, ain’t it evident
Swear man, this really be my element
Lately I ain’t really been feeling up to it
But, so unhappy when I don’t do it
Yeah, tryna live a life so sweet
Fuck it, I’mma go ahead and let the beat speak

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Kap G – Freakin N Geekin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that [?] sauce
She got that [?], now take your Uggs off
Now take your [?] off, now give me [?]

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hold up, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I [?] R.I.P. to [?]
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna bang, she wanna
I think she geekin’, yeah she like my wrist and
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, tell I see she creepin’

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend