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J Hus – Play Play Lyrics

Play this song
[Chorus: Burna Boy]
I know you’re in love
Cah mi have di MAC with di extension
And mi have di money fi ya extensions
Cah mi like your hair longer than my gun, ooh-ooh-ooh
Know we have di guns and girls, haffi keep di balance
And up in my world, we nuh sleep enuh, man
Anytime it could go down, she won’t hold out
She let it all out, pow-pow-pow, pow-pow
[Verse 1: J Hus]
My favorite girl had da French braids
I had a crush on her since back-a-day
She said her ‘usna needs a bandage
After I come ’round and gave her the 12-gauge
You tried call my phone, but it was engaged
I was with my lil’ mama, she was honey glazed
I’ve been crushin’ on her since back then
Just the other day I gave her the MAC-10
I don’t want just any girl, ’cause I’m a little choosy
But I swear I’m a sucker for a lil’ cutie
I had a skin fade like Lil Boosie
And then I went and give lil’ mama the lil’ uzi
‘Cause you got a body shape that I can’t forget
The way I make you drip when I’m talkin’ slick
I’m ashamed ’cause when I came, I was bustin’ quick
That’s why this time I came with the banana clip
[Chorus: Burna Boy]
I know you’re in love
Cah mi have di MAC with di extension
And mi have di money fi ya extensions
Cah mi like your hair longer than my gun, ooh-ooh-ooh
Know we have di guns and girls, haffi keep di balance
And up in my world, we nuh sleep enuh, man
Anytime it could go down, she won’t hold out
She let it all out, pow-pow-pow, pow-pow
[Verse 2: J Hus]
Only God can judge me, but my friend’s a lifer
My life is too fast, so I can never wife her
I’m from the East Coast but she’s a Westsider
I scoped her from far ’cause I’m the best sniper
Said she had the melons, so I go and get ’em
Spray with my AK-47
The way she keeps me guessin’, she is a blessin’
But she only loves me for my three-fifty-seven
I think she was Bajan or maybe Trini
Every time I linked her, I had a nine milli’
I had to link a cougar with a Luger
But the next time, I bring out the big bazooka
It’s the Return of the Mack, call it the sequel
I’m known as the Mack like Beanie Sigel
Before she got undressed, she was already see-through
Then she fell in love with my Desert Eagle
[Chorus: Burna Boy]
I know you’re in love
Cah mi have di MAC with di extension
And mi have di money fi ya extensions
Cah mi like your hair longer than my gun, ooh-ooh-ooh
Know we have di guns and girls, haffi keep di balance
And up in my world, we nuh sleep enuh, man
Anytime it could go down, she won’t hold out
She let it all out, pow-pow-pow, pow-pow
[Outro: J Hus]
She love me for my gunplay
From Monday to Sunday (Monday to Sunday)
I keep a girl up on the runway
She love me for my gunplay
But if it wasn’t for my gunplay
Then she really wouldn’t love me
She love me for my gunplay
From Monday to Sunday (Monday to Sunday)
I keep a girl up on the runway
She love me for my gunplay
But if it wasn’t for my gunplay
Then she really wouldn’t love me

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2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

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Lil B – BasedGod Ish Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy man you already know it’s your boy Lil B
We turnt up out here man
We got everything worldwide
Shout out to the East Coast, we in it

[Verse]
Fuck my bitch cause you based nigga
In the hood with my hipster niggas and my skater niggas
Wear pink, you ain’t based nigga
I rep that based nigga
Based World we ain’t racist nigga, fuck your race nigga
BasedGod you a pretty bitch. fuck a nigga bitch
BasedGod you can fuck my bitch, it’s pretty boy clique
Shout out Philadelphia, my niggas in New York
All my New Jersey go dumb when this start
If you from the East coast make some noise in this bitch
If you from the whole world make some noise in this bitch
My niggas get lit, my niggas go dumb
Riding low in the car, music loud smoking blunts
I don’t fuck with old hoes, I keep a young ho
BasedGod fucked my main bitch cause he’s really my bro
Woo, woo, woo, woo, that’s how it go
BasedGod fuck my ho

I’m on some BasedGod shit, please fuck my bitch
You the pretty bitch, it’s the BasedGod bitch
You can fuck my bitch, please fuck my bitch
BasedGod, please fuck my bitch

Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag

[Outro]
They know how we go
BasedGod
Like I said, options all that feel me
We tapped in

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Owl City – New York City lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m digging through the glove box
I thought I had a map in here
The driver’s door doesn’t lock
I bought the car my junior year
There’s candy in my backpack
And you can pick our soundtrack
We’re heading for the East Coast tonight
So pack your bags and hold on tight
Cause we’re taking off
We’re taking off

We’re taking off

[Chorus]
Run away with me
We’re on the way to New York City
Take my hand and see
Manhattan never looked so pretty
Travel light and see the world right
You’ll never know if you never go so
Run away with me
And say hello to New York City

[Verse 2]
Feet up on the dashboard
We’re driving with the windows down
Did you forget your phone cord?
We’ll buy one in the next small town
Get dinner at an IHOP
A shower at a truck stop
We’ll listen to some Johnny Cash
Take my hand and don’t look back
Cause we’re moving on

We’re moving on

[Chorus]
Run away with me
We’re on the way to New York City
Take my hand and see
Manhattan never looked so pretty
Travel light and see the world right
You’ll never know if you never go so
Run away with me
And say hello to New York City

Run away
Run away
Run away
Run away

[Chorus]
Run away with me
We’re on the way to New York City
Take my hand and see
Manhattan never looked so pretty
Travel light and see the world right
You’ll never know if you never go so
Run away with me…

[Outro]
Stroll the downtown streets
And tell me that you don’t feel giddy
Lady Liberty
Ain’t throwing us a wink or is she?
Travel light and see the world right
You’ll never know if you never go so
Run away with me
And say hello to New York City
Say hello to New York City
Say hello to New York City

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Kip Moore – Sunburn

[Verse 1]
I can see you sitting on the roof of my car
Salt cigarette blowing East Coast stars
And that dress made a mess out of my heart
I could feel the tears of that beachside town
Sound of that roller-coaster slowing down
The [?] pushing air on your neck

[Chorus]
Feel the heat of the sand
The sandals in your hand
Well you played the guitar in the bar showed up the cover band
Well maybe I was crazy, falling for you baby
Must have stayed in the rage too long
Cause I still feel you darling
Long after the sunburn’s gone

[Verse 2]
She never gave a damn about being discreet
She’d climb over the console and would climb my seat
And we’d lay in that sweat with two hearts on my chest

[Chorus]
Feel the heat of the sand
The sandals in your hand
Well you played the guitar in the bar showed up the cover band
Well maybe I was crazy, falling for you baby
Must have stayed in the rage too long
Cause I still feel you darling
Long after the sunburn’s gone

[Chorus]
Feel the heat of the sand
Baby the sandals in your hand
Well you played the guitar in the bar showed up the cover band
Well maybe I was crazy, falling for you baby
Must have stayed in the rage too long
Cause I still feel you darling
Long after the sunburn’s gone

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ASAP Ferg – East Coast Remix (feat. Busta Rhymes) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, (aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear, (aye) his bitch gon’ stare (aye)
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo!)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters on collins
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

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A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
“Cocaine Castle”, “Hood Pope” Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

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[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the “I” in his
His posse too clean, his diamonds like tip
His skin too clear, his bitch gon’ stare
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters in college
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

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[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

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[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

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Slim Thug – Boss Life Lyrics

SLIM THUG
Boss Life Lyrics

Like A Boss

[Intro]
f**k that nigga Slim! You the motherf**king boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Verse]
I’m Slim Thugger motherf**ker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That’s right! AKA – he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I’m a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I’m having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks ain’t no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to copy ya G moves off the ten o’clock news
You can’t survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I rock Eminem and 50 Cent crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho’s switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Verse]
Call me Sarge, I’m the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the ‘Nage parked in the garage?
I’m the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I’m the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don’t open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I’m respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that’s why they call me – Slim Thug Tha Boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots – like a boss
Stack knots – like a boss
Cop drops – like a boss
On top – like a boss
Paid Tha Cost – like Tha Bo$$
When I floss – like a boss
Big house – like a boss
Rep the North – like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherf**king boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherf**king boss!

[Outro]
f**k that! Y’all niggaz talking shit?!
Y’all come to the Northside
And see who the motherf**king boss is. Slim Thug!

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ASAP Ferg – East Coast (feat. Remy Ma)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, everyone ’bout to open this shit up
Everyone, open this fucking shit up
Yeah, Constantine

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it
This the children of the sewer, finally winnin’ music
This confessions of a lord, I’ve been sinnin’ music
The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I jump in the whip and say “ooh, it’s my shit” and I tell ‘em to turn it up
Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit and I tell ‘em to run it up
This is Mr. Trap Lord, I’ma go until the sun is up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run til I fuck it up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Remy Ma]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka (hahahahahahahaha)
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka (Remy Ma)

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
And it’s 0-1, now, run it up
Got my face beat, hair done it up
I go bad on ‘em, drop bags on ’em
Got a tab, bitch; tell ’em run it up
I spaz on ’em, I gun ’em up
Said I’m too smart, gotta dumb it up
Dead in the middle of Little Italy
They ain’t know Remy really could just Pun it up
On IG, you thumb it up
But in real life, you bum it up
You’re on nothin’, you so frontin’
You Joe Budden, you pump it up
See, these hoes be luckin’ up
Try to be down, they suckin’ up
I go nuts, I mean peak on
Turn the beat on and I fuck it up
The bar’s low, I brung it up
And y’all hoes just stunk it up
I been one, you been done
You been shoulda just hung it up
You was hatin’ when I was comin’ up
You fake bitch, you need to woman up
You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch
And I’m that bitch, just to sum it up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah
Threw it through the ceiling, threw a nigga off the pillar
Now I killed him, they ain’t never found out
Fuck what you feelin’, Trap Lord in the building
With the lords and they with it right now
Pull up on them niggas like “skrrt” in a Merc
And I jerked see the bad man comin’
Talkin for niggas saved up and the pump had the rest of them bad boys runnin’
Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up and get left [?] if you thuggin’
Jump if you ready to fuck a nigga up cause he come for nigga all for nothin’
There’s some children down a holy thang and they let it bang cause you frontin’
Jump cause I’m feelin’ like I’m the illest nigga, I’m the trillest and I love it

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
Push the Benz like it’s nothing, whoo
Versace lens like it’s nothing, whoo
Fuck your tears like it’s nothing, whoo
Fuck a friend like it’s nothing, whoo
Bitches really like it nothing, whoo
Suck them titties like it’s nothing, whoo
Raise the bottle like it now, ooh
Turn the bottle like it now, ooh

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

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WSTR – Eastbound & Down (Red, Green, Or Inbetween Album)

There she goes
She flies out to the East Coast of the States
But I’ll remain here alone
Following my own ghost
Trying to live another day
I’m tired of being sick and I’m sick of being wasted
It’s hard to admit that I’m hung up on the same shit
Your celebration’s kind of dragging me down
Intoxication wins the race
Stops it from bumming me out

I had a little bit of money with a pocket full of hesitation
And isn’t it fitting now you think you’re better than that?

Don’t look now
It’s safe to say that it’s a long way down
And if these engines fail
I’d like a little more faith and a lot less feelings
I bailed out now I wake up screaming
Hold it off another day
You’re better off without me anyway

I feel like throwing up again
Stability is not my friend
I try to tell that to this pen
You love my agony don’t ya girl?
Become the source of my antagony won’t ya girl?
It’s funny how my fears unfurled behind a laugh
She packs her bags leaves for a different world

Don’t look now
It’s safe to say that it’s a long way down
And if these engines fail
I’d like a little more faith and a lot less feelings
I bailed out now I wake up screaming
Hold it off another day
You’re better off without me anyway

I had a little bit of money with a pocket full of hesitation
Now finance is low with nothing to show for it
I’m pathetic

Don’t look now
It’s safe to say that it’s a long way down
And if these engines fail
I’d like a little more faith and a lot less feelings
I bailed out now I wake up screaming
Hold it off another day
You’re better off without me anyway
You’re better off without me anyway

I had a little bit of money with a pocket full of hesitation
Now finance is low with nothing to show for it
I’m pathetic

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Quinn – Full Circle

(Prod. ayokay)

(Intro: fade in)
They’re in love
They’re in love

(Chorus 1)
Aye, aye, words that I say
Downtown the light’s out but we choose to stay
I don’t know where this may go
These strangers know all the words in my songs
I tell she lovin’ our style
Shit makes her face red wheneva I smile
I lay down, takes off her clothes
Wake up, I leave for the door

(Verse)
Tell myself I don’t need a drink
I got champagne iced in the sink
They keep callin’ me for the link
Music’s there, but then still I think
I need ya!
Aye, aye, words that I say
East Coast to West Coast, we rhymin’ all day
I really do mean what I say
New York City to LA
Got me feelin’ like oh, no, we bout to blow
We just lay down, 16 songs in a row
You been told, this time you should know
(Now to get your girlfriend in the mood)
(Here’s a lil number by Quinn)

(Chorus 2)
Hey, baby, come inside of my room
I need you to leave out all of that news
I need you by my love and it’s all
Because you love me!
You don’t want me outta your sight
But I can’t stay here all of these nights
You need me by your side
And it’s all because you love me

(Verse 2)
And the man starts speakin’
That’s the sound of the week-end
Left my problems to dry
I’m loungin’ all in the deep end
I can chose whenever I wanna sleep in
So tell me where to go
And they can start peepin’ songs off my new album
Shit ain’t even got a title
Just started singin’, already shit on yo iDles
Smilin’ back at me as they rotated on vinyls
Sun-shaded vibes fill up a room and bloom with my arrival

(Bridge x2)
Roll one up then you pull one out
5 am when we go to sleep
And I’ll be up and I’m feeling good
This is how it’s supposed to be

(Chorus 1)

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O.T. Genasis – Im Out Here (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Rhythm & Bricks Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Came up on a lotta bread
Gotta slow down, I been gettin’ a lotta head
Still sellin’ cocaine
Girl goin’ through my phone, I ain’t storin’ no names
Catch me if you can, bitch
Word around town, I’m the man, bitch
Sellin’ all these grams, bitch
Gotta grip the money like I’m ’bout to eat a sandwich
‘Bout bring the Mazi out
Money dance, Imma bring the Ricky Bobby out
Life in the fast lane
Smoke weed, pop pills, drink a lotta champagne
Met a bad bitch on Thursday
Took the bitch down on Thursday
Now she callin’ my phone early
Oh you thirsty, damn girl, you thirsty

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out here stuntin’, out here hustlin’
Out here cuffin’ that bitch and she out here fuckin’
Out here thuggin’, out here puff a whole ounce
Tryna see that thing bounce, shake something
On the couch, yeah, break you off, yeah
Imma knock the pussy out, put it in her mouth, yeah
Fuck you mean, bitch, I’m out here
Don’t know where that pussy been so I ain’t goin’ down there
I got mushrooms in my lemonade
West Coast bitches gang bangin’
East Coast girls rollin’ Backwoods
My Down South girls love me cause I fuck ’em good
As you should

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here