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Lil Wayne – Used 2 Lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi
I used to walk a thin line, now I’m walking jet high
I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times
She used to make my dick rise, now she make me ribeyes
She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try
She used to make me love her, now she made me realize
It’s money over bitches ’till the day I dizz-ie
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side
I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Find out where you reside and find out where he hide
Run up in that bitch like, “Hey,” pop-pop-pop, peace sign
Percocet, promethazyne, you can call me P-Rock
Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile
You goin’ at my slimes then you’re going at me, slime
Your blood all over the sink, it look like red cheap wine
I’m smoking on a key lime, you look like tee time
Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes
Shoot ya in ya head give ya ass three eyes
And ya still ain’t seen a fucking thing until ya C5
I remember you, I was never into you
I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you
And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you
They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dead
Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
Safe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out
Oh my god I’m flipping out, flipping out then dipping out
I tried to turn the fuckin page, oh my god, I ripped it out

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side
I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I used to know you niggas, I don’t know you niggas
I just ignore you niggas, I don’t bro you niggas
With my bros, smoke them niggas, like we dro you niggas
Kill your hoe too nigga and your go-to niggas
I’ve been riding ’round the city with the safety off
Glock nine and it’s pretty like a baby doll
You niggas bitches and it’s pissing all the ladies off
My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy
There was beef, I’m in the kitchen with the apron on
Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate ’em all
And I ain’t wit’ the talking, but damn now he talking
Nigga spilled the beans, damn now it’s coffee
Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant
I throw on the ski mask, that’s a private party
Willies jumping off your ass like they shock absorbing
Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side
I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?
I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes
I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi
Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side
I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
If he dies, he dies
Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth
But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about?

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Young Mulah baby
And you still ain’t seen a fucking thing until you C5

[Skit: Jacida Carter]
I still don’t know today
Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident
I still… I just don’t…. I…. I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years
Was that a accident or did he… or was he playing with the gun
So I never really found out about what…
You know what happ-… what really happened with him and that shooting

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Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

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Lloyd – Caramel Lyrics

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

[Verse 1]
She like five-five
Group up on the East Side
She a college girl but she like the hood type
She the only jug, I need to get my mind right
I don’t got to ask, she said that it’s all mine
Had a boyfriend when I met her
But he a lame so you know I had to get her
Had to let go of my old things for her
But I don’t mind
Cause she bad, yeah she hella fine

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

[Verse 2]
She drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin
Like a leaky faucet
Now she got me trippin, how she grip
Damn it I done lost it
No more yola whippin, soda sippin, pimpin, trickin, flossin
Only mission is to find the right position for her body
Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan
How she compliment my body
Jason Witten, tunnel vision
She gon catch it, feel it, toss it
Met in ATL and I brought her to New Orleans
We go together well like we caramel and chocolate

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

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Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Starting Over lyrics

(feat. Ben Bridwell of Band Of Horses)

[Intro: Macklemore]
1, 2, now

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Those three-plus years, I was so proud of
Then I threw them all away for two Styrofoam cups
The irony, everyone will think that “He lied to me”
Made my sobriety so public, there’s no fucking privacy
If I don’t talk about it then I carry a date
A “08/10/08” that now has been changed
And everyone that put me in some box as a saint
That I never was, just a false prophet that never came
And will they think that everything that I’ve written has all been fake?
Or will I just take my slip to the grave?
What the fuck are my parents gonna say?
The success story that got his life together and changed
And you know, what pain looks like
When you tell your dad you relapsed and look at him directly into his face
Deceit on your shoulders, deceivingly heavy weight
Haven’t seen tears like this on my girl in a while
The trust that I once built has been betrayed
But I’d rather live telling the truth and be judged for my mistakes
Than falsely held up, given props, loved and praised
I guess, I gotta get this on the page
Feeling sick and helpless
Lost the compass where self is
I know what I’ve gotta do, and I can’t help it
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I’ve gotta find a way to tell them
God help ’em, yeah
One day at a time is what they tell us
Now I’ve gotta find a way to tell them

[Hook: Ben Bridwell]
We fall, so hard, now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
I thought you’d gone, but you were with me all along, along

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
And every kid that came up to me
And said I was the music they listened to when they first got clean
Now look at me, a couple days sober, I’m fighting demons
Back of that meeting on the East Side, shaking, tweaking
Hope that they don’t see it, hope that no one is looking
That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie
Just posted in the back with my hands crossed, shooken
If they call on me I’m passin’, if they talk to me I’m booking
Out that door, but before, I can make it
Somebody stops me and says “Are you Macklemore?
Maybe this isn’t the place or time, I just wanted to say that
If it wasn’t for ‘Otherside,’ I wouldn’t have made it”
I just looked down at the ground and say, “Thank you”
She tells me she has nine months, and that she’s so grateful
Tears in her eyes, looking like she’s gonna cry, fuck
I barely got forty-eight hours, treated like I’m some wise monk
I want to tell her I relapsed, but I can’t
I just shake her hand and tell her, “Congrats”
Get back to my car, and I think I’m tripping, yeah
Cause God wrote “Otherside,” that pen was in my hand
I’m just a flawed man, man, I fucked up
Like so many others, I just never thought I would
I never thought I would, didn’t pick up the book
Doin’ it by myself didn’t turn out that good

[Bridge: Macklemore]
If I can be an example of getting sober
Then I can be an example of starting over
If I can be an example of getting sober
Then I can be an example of starting over

[Hook: Ben Bridwell]
We fall, so hard, now we gotta get back what we lost, lost
I thought you’d gone, but you were with me all along, along

[Outro: Ben Bridwell]
We fall, so hard, now we gotta get back what we lost, lost

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Taylor Swift – Delicate

[Intro]
This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me…
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

[Verse 1]
Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?
Phone lights up my nightstand in the black
Come here, you can meet me in the back
Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you
Oh damn, never seen that color blue
Just think of the fun things we could do
‘Cause I like you

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me…
Yeah, I want you
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

[Chorus]
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it delicate?

[Verse 2]
Third floor on the West Side, me and you
Handsome, you’re a mansion with a view
Do the girls back home touch you like I do?
Long night, with your hands up in my hair
Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share
‘Cause I like you

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
You must like me for me…
Yeah, I want you
We can’t make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

[Chorus]
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it delicate?

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wonder when you sleep
Are you ever dreaming of me?
Sometimes when I look into your eyes
I pretend you’re mine, all the damn time
‘Cause I like you

[Chorus]
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
(Yeah, I want you)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
‘Cause I like you
Is it cool that I said all that?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Is it chill that you’re in my head?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
(Yeah, I want you)
Is it cool that I said all that?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Isn’t it delicate?

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Joyner Lucas – Bank Account (Remix)

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
So my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin’, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

[Verse]
Bitch I’m a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I’m just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I’m a lieutenant
Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn’t riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don’t look at me, I ain’t got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I’m ’bout to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthin’
I might just hit up the [Smith’s], throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain’t nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don’t really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I’m flying past all of my aliens Sailin’, and if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I’m an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit down and repent?
I was raised in the sewer
Me and the IT clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids
Sink my tooth in ya bitch
I lost too many friends
I don’t do good with kids
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning
What you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again
And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again
Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a fucking Lamborghini when I win em, I’ma finally get a break
If I didn’t get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray
She don’t really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of shit to say
I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I’ll pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wave die
They don’t wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a k9
Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side
Eat when the [beat’s] hot, tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars
You just a bird in a beehive
You just a cold in a room full of germs
Nigga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica?
I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth?
What happened to Beans?
Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks?
Tell me what happened to Bleek
What the fuck happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
Nigga what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Q?
What up with Common, what the fuck where did he go?
Tell me what happened to Budden’s
What about Luda?
I hope they ain’t losing it now
Hope they get back to the music ’cause I need some new shit
I’m sick of these new niggas out, I’m that new nigga now
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna fuck with us

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
Said I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
And my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
Shit, if I want a son, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to die for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet’s, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

Joyner, wooh!

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Big Sean & Metro Boomin – Pull Up N Wreck (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro]
Southside
Pull up and wreck (yeah), pull up and
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Pull up with the spark, hit you in the dark (Woah)
Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks
I’m in the car like Tony Starks cause I’m that smart (Skrrt)
Doing 106, then Park like I’m in my yard (Sideways)
And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time (Yeah)
I need "go see Uncle John in Atlanta" time (John)
I’d probably never get, but it’s cool to fantasize (It´s cool)
Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine (Woah)
Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (Oh yeah)
Honestly, I’m over her and her lies
Cartier over my eyes while I analyze (I put the work in, they can’t take that away)
Ok, me and Lil Metro, rockin’ new retros
Take off your dress, that’s the new dress code
Too blessed to stress, that’s my manifesto (Bless)
Fuck the professor, I’m too professional

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I ain’t taking disrespect, lil’ nigga (Straight up)
Put a couple holes in your neck, lil’ nigga (God)
Fuck a diss song, get you stressed, lil’ nigga (21)
Got a shoestring ’round my TEC, lil’ nigga (Facts)
Got a Mulsanne and a Vet, lil’ nigga (21)
Brand new Carbon one-five and it’s red, dawg (21)
I ain’t tryna fuck you, I just want some head, dawg (Ye)
Straight up out the Six and we don’t shoot at legs, dawg (Ay)
Zone 6 niggas love to see the white meat (21)
I put codeine all in my ice tea (Red)
Take a nigga bitch and then I make her wifey (Ye)
Take a nigga bitch and then we do the nasty (Yeah)
All these diamonds dripping, now she wanna bite me (Facts)
She broke up with that nigga now he wanna fight me (Ha)
Fox 5 Gang, we don’t do no fighting (Gang)
This Glock gon’ knock a nigga down like Tyson (Gang, gang)

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect (Disrespect)

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
How a nigga changed and still stayed a hundred? (Huh)
I ran towards change while y’all ran from it (Woh)
Y’all wanna ball, I’m Stan Van Gundy
She wanna hang with me and ‘Ye, she know that’s good company
I like my skies Carolina blue and white
True one, false move and that could paralyze your life (Brr)
So understand, I’m the overanalyzing type (Type)
Panoramic views while I’m panning out my life (Look up, look up)
And I grew up playing GoldenEye (Damn)
So I’m used to sticking to the mission while they taking shots
When you this high, you disconnect a lot (Yeah)
Sometimes I separate myself to connect the dots (I do)
Only way I’m back is going back home (Home)
I don’t drink tap water, but got tap phones (Brr)
Dior on my suit, I’m the troop
Money come around, I’m never out the loop (Loop)
Kiss the bottom of my boot (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Big Sean]
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas love to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect

[Outro: Big Sean]
I’m talking police in text
Police protection
I heard that you snitch
You got police on text
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gone shoot you

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Big Sean & Metro Boomin’ – Pull Up N Wreck (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro]
Southside
Pull up and wreck (yeah), pull up and
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gone shoot you

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Pull up with the spark, hit you in the dark (Woah)
Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks
I’m in the car like Tony Starks cause I’m that smart (Skrrt)
Doing 106 then Park like I’m in my yard (Sideways)
And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time (Yeah)
I need "go see Uncle John in Atlanta" time (John)
I’d probably never get, but it’s cool to fantasize (It´s cool)
Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine (Woah)
Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (Oh yeah)
Honestly, I’m over her and her lies
Cartier over my eyes while I analyze (I put the work in, they can’t take that away)
Ok, me and Lil Metro, rockin’ new retros
Take off your dress, that’s the new dress code
Too blessed to stress, that’s my manifesto (Bless)
Fuck the professor, I’m too professional

[Hook: Big Sean]
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I ain’t taking disrespect, lil nigga (Straight up)
Put a couple holes in your neck, lil nigga (God)
Fuck a diss song, get you stressed, lil nigga (21)
Got a shoe string ’round my TEC, lil nigga (Facts)
Got a Mulsanne and a Vet, lil nigga (21)
Brand new Carbon one-five and it’s red, dawg (21)
I ain’t tryna fuck you, I just want some head, dawg (Ye)
Straight up out the Six and we don’t shoot at legs, dawg (Ay)
Zone 6 niggas love to see the white meat (21)
I put codeine all in my ice tea (Red)
Take a nigga bitch and then I make her wifey (Ye)
Take a nigga bitch and then we do the nasty (Yeah)
All these diamonds dripping, now she wanna bite me (Facts)
She broke up with that nigga now he wanna fight me (Ha)
Fox 5 Gang, we don’t do no fighting (Gang)
This Glock gon’ knock a nigga down like Tyson (Gang, gang)

[Hook: Big Sean]
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect (Disrespect)

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
How a nigga changed and still stayed a hundred? (Huh)
I ran towards change while ya’ll ran from it (Woh)
Ya’ll wanna ball, I’m Stan Van Gundy
She wanna hang with me and ‘Ye, she know that’s good company
I like my skies Carolina blue and white
True one, false move and that could paralyze your life (Brr)
So understand, I’m the overanalyzing type (Type)
Panoramic views while I’m panning out my life (Look up, look up)
And I grew up playing GoldenEye (Damn)
So I’m used to sticking to the mission while they taking shots
When you this high, you disconnect a lot (Yeah)
Sometimes I separate myself to connect the dots (I do)
Only way I’m back is going back home (Home)
I don’t drink tap water, but got tap phones (Brr)
Dior on my suit, I’m the troop
Money come around, I’m never out the loop (Loop)
Kiss the bottom of my boot (Yeah, yeah)

[Hook: Big Sean]
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas love to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang
Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect

[Outro: Big Sean]
I´m talking police in text
Police protection
I heard that you snitch
You got police on text
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gone shoot you

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Big Sean & 21 Savage “Pull Up N Wreck” Lyrics


(Intro)
Pull up and, pull up and
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gone shoot you

(Verse 1: Big Sean)
Pull up in the spark, hit you with the dark
Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks
I’m in the car like Tony Starks cause I’m that smart (Skrrt)
On 106 & Park like I’m in my yard (Sideways)
And motherf**k the camera time, I need family time
I need “go see Uncle John in Atlanta” time (John)
I’d probably never get, but it’s cool to fantasize
Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine
Gripping on the titties, ass, and her thighs (Oh yeah)
Honestly, I’m over her and her lies
Cartier over my eyes while I analyze (I put the work in, they can’t take that away)
Ok, me and Lil Metro, rockin’ new retros
Take off your dress, that’s the new dress code
Too blessed to stress, that’s my manifest
F**k the professor, I’m too professional

(Hook: Big Sean)
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as love to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, take no disrespect

(Verse 2: 21 Savage)
I ain’t taking disrespect, lil ni**a (straight up)
Put a couple hoes in your neck, lil ni**a (on God)
F**k a diss song, get you stressed, lil ni**a (21)
Got a shoe string ’round my TEC, lil ni**a (facts)
Got a Mulsanne and a Vet, lil ni**a (21)
Brand new Carbon one-five and it’s red, dog (21)
I ain’t tryna f**k you, I just want some head, dog
Straight up out the Six and we don’t shoot at legs, dog
Zone 6 ni**as love to see the white meat (21)
I put in codeine all in my ice tea (red)
Take a ni**a b*tch and make her wifey
Take a ni**a b*tch and then we do the nasty
All these diamonds dripping, now she wanna bite me (facts)
She broke up with that ni**a now he wanna fight me (ha)
Fox 5 Gang, we don’t do no fighting (gang)
This Glock gon’ knock a ni**a down like Tyson

(Hook: Big Sean)
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as love to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, take no disrespect

(Verse 3: Big Sean)
B*tch, respect
How a ni**a changed and still stayed a hundred?
I ran towards change while ya’ll ran from it
Ya’ll wanna ball, I’m Stan Van Gundy
She wanna hang with me and ‘Ye, she know that’s good company
I like my skies Carolina blue and white
True one, false move and that could paralyze your life
So understand, I’m the overanalyzing type
Panoramic views while I’m panning out my life
And I grew up playing Golden Eye
So I’m used to sticking to the mission while they taking shots
When you this high, you disconnect a lot
Sometimes I separate to connect the dots
Only way I’m back is going back home
I don’t drink tap water, but got tap phones
Dior on my suit, I’m the troop
Money come around, I’m never out the loop
Kiss the bottom of my boot

(Hook: Big Sean)
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as love to the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
I know some East Side ni**as and they love to bang
Know some West Side ni**as like to do the same thing
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck
Pull up and wreck, take no disrespect

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All Around The World

Lyrics to ‘All Around The World’ by Jay 305:

–Hook:–
Gotta do somethin’ for the gangbangers
Gotta do somethin’ for the hus’
Gotta do somethin’ for the players
All my bad bitches dippin’ down La Brea
Gotta do somethin’ for the East Side
Gotta do somethin’ for the West Side
Gotta do somethin’ for the Decatur
All my niggas down south stackin paper

All around the world
Hoods around the world
All around the world
Hoods around the world

–Verse 1: Jay 305–
Crenshaw king, lil’ homie set trip
Dip it down west, and made a right on they position
My big cousin Dulo, he was always with the Crippin’
My rellie on one, he was always with the whoopin’
Dippin’ down Slauson, and im bumpin’ Gucci Mane
Head icy fresh, got V’s’s in my chain
Diamonds so bitter like they dazzlin’ the brain
Gotta keep it ghetto, for forever, never change
I’m everywhere like LA hood strikeups on Instagram
Hit shoppers shoppin’, got at least a couple grams
Gulf cannot give melove, nigga, stop playin’
Jay 305 more LA than the rams

–Hook: Jay 305–
Gotta do somethin’ for the gangbangers
Gotta do somethin’ for the hus’
Gotta do somethin’ for the players
All my bad bitches dippin’ down La Brea
Gotta do somethin’ for the East Side
Gotta do somethin’ for the West Side
Gotta do somethin’ for the Decatur
All my niggas down south stackin paper

All around the world
Hoods around the world
All around the world
Hoods around the world

–Verse 2: YG–
Yeah, yeah, four hunnid!
Gotta do somethin’ for the Damus
Gotta do somethin’ for the Kiways
Gotta do somethin’ for my niggas in the pit, tire
Changin’ shoes for the three-ways
Can’t forget the eses, where you from?
Throw it up
Bang the wrong hood, get fucked up, oh
Still set trippin’, still ridin’ with the snippin’
They be like, “Why he do it?”
Man, that nigga worth a million
Man, that nigga got children
Man, he hang with the villains
Yeah, yeah, so what?
Baby Don, that’s a real one
I’m a Tree Top nigga, I’m a Tree Top nigga
Got rich, and I ain’t left the hood
Nigga, I’m a real one
If you ain’t with this gangbangin’ shit, I don’t feel ya
Don’t holler at me, holler at, sike, I can’t hear yea
Talk bad ’bout the hood, but I love it
The block need love too, so the YG’s hug it, uh

–Hook: Jay 305–
Gotta do somethin’ for the gangbangers
Gotta do somethin’ for the hus’
Gotta do somethin’ for the players
All my bad bitches dippin’ down La Brea
Gotta do somethin’ for the East Side
Gotta do somethin’ for the West Side
Gotta do somethin’ for the Decatur
All my niggas down south stackin paper

All around the world
Hoods around the world
All around the world
Hoods around the world

–Verse 3: Jay 305–
Im ’bout to give you game, lil’ homie, pay attention
If you out here bangin’, never leave without your pistol
You can’t sell dope and do dope, rappers ain’t gon’ tell ya
Can’t love a bitch and be a pimp, I ain’t a rapper, I’m a felon
He ran off on the plug, now the nigga AWOL
Don’t listen to these niggas, man, these niggas only talk
We don’t fuck with the Sherm, it’ll leave you dancin’ in the rain
Do up a lil’ sign, do-do up a lil’ sign
Don’t even trust your mama if the bitch is doin’ ‘caine
Even if she get your sack, you still gon’ have to pay
So do it ‘fore I, do-do it or I’ma

–Hook: Jay 305–
Gotta do somethin’ for the gangbangers
Gotta do somethin’ for the hus’
Gotta do somethin’ for the players
All my bad bitches dippin’ down La Brea
Gotta do somethin’ for the East Side
Gotta do somethin’ for the West Side
Gotta do somethin’ for the Decatur
All my niggas down south stackin paper

All around the world
Hoods around the world
All around the world
Hoods around the world

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Rent money – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – Rent money

Super!
They go crazy, yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’.(rent money)

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you.

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, f*ck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, f*ck you
I put a middle finger up, because, f*ck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, f*ck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified, you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up in yo’ set
f*ckin’ with them strippers all in G5ive
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the East Side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s f*ck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.

Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga f*ck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s f*ck you
I let my brother f*ck your b*tch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I f*ck dem Super Bowl b*tches down in Houston
I got this Westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper b*tch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya b*tch, hall of fame.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.(rent money)

Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man versuri-lyrics.info
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a goddamn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A grammm!?(rent money)
Future lyrics
Video money

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Devlin – 50 Grand (feat. Skepta) (The Devil In Album)

[Hook]
50 grand for my chain
Quarter mil’ for my whip
10 mil’ for my house

[Verse 1: Devlin]
I think that I’m gonna be sick
It seems like every MC is about
Loves tellin’ the poor they’re rich
Then they wonder why they’re gettin’ rolled on
When they wanna try and walk round in the bits
This is real life, no thrills hype
On a reals, it feels like
I’ve been impaled on a steel spike
But still fight, for my girls and real guys in the real grind that write real rhymes
It’s the boy next door that kicked down doors and I’m back on an ill vibe
(Alright)
Twenty pounds on my weed
Five pounds for my pint
No swagger at all, just me
And I bet I can draw your wife
Comply with anythin’ please
I’m gutter, I’ll do what I like
I had a pipe dream in the grime scene
Now I’m flyin’ at withering heights

[Hook]
50 grand for my chain
Quarter mil’ for my whip
10 mil’ for my house

[Verse 2: Devlin]
(Alright)
Ten pounds for my cab
Some cheap wine for this skank
I’m streetwise, you ain’t, fact
I’ll fleece guys, you’re gettin’ wrapped
Outside of the East Side is where I’m at
Where fiends lie and make traps
For these sweet guys that flash
But when it’s beats time, it ain’t that
(Alright)
These times, I’m in the lab with Terms
These guys are on a madness learn
No peace signs, I’m gonna stab this verse
Just to kill it, I’m able and willin’
Rep for the boys, and the kids and the women
Tryna get by in the times that we live in
Tryna make a life and a livin’

[Hook]
[50 grand for my chain (That’s not me)
Quarter mil’ for my whip (Skepta)
10 mil’ for my house
(Trust me)
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Skepta]
I never had it, made it, saved it
Spent it, lost it, gave it
To people who needed it more than me
Guys in the ends getting shanked for the P
More time, I’m tryna show man the vision
But it’s like man are still too poor to see
So I let man do their ting
I ain’t judgin’ anybody, I don’t want a law degree
You see the rap lifestyle, and you wanna live it
Celebrities and their worthless riches
I ain’t sayin’ I don’t want to make money
But right now, I’m tryna do the right tings with it
If I eat food, eat food in my crew
See me and Dev in a cinema near you
And when I pull up to the premiere
Don’t ask why I ain’t wearin’ a suit, you’re tired

[Hook]
50 grand for my chain
Quarter mil’ for my whip
10 mil’ for my house

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Gacharic Spin – Don’t Let Me Down

ラブ！
ドント・レット・ミー・ダウン
ラブ！
ドント・レット・ミー・ダウン

イー！アル！サン！スー！ウー！リュー！チー！
ラブ！

ドン引きするほどサンシャイン
今なら誰かに
会いに行ける

East Side, West Side
いつだって自由自在
だけど一切合切
降りかかるよ

誰だって辛い
日々を生きて
Love Don’t Let Me Down
一人じゃない
誰だって Cry
日々を抜けるために　跳べ
Only Love Don’t Let Me Down

イー！アル！サン！スー！ウー！リュー！チー！
ラブ！

退屈しのぎでオンライン
操るつもりが
操られる

Inside, Outside
どうしたって自分次第
逃げ道は No Side
振り出しだよ

誰だって辛い
日々を生きて
Love Don’t Let Me Down
一人じゃない
誰だって Cry
日々を抜けるために　跳べ
Only Love Don’t Let Me Down

イー！アル！サン！スー！ウー！リュー！チー！
ラブ！

I Won’t Let You Down
約束だよ
I Won’t Let You Down…..

I Won’t Let You Down
君といれば
I Won’t Let You Down
孤独じゃない
I Won’t Let You Down
強いココロ胸に　抱け
Only Love Don’t Let You Down

誰だって辛い
日々を生きて
Love Don’t Let Me Down
一人じゃない
誰だって Cry
日々を抜けるために　跳べ
Only Love Don’t Let Me Down

イー！アル！サン！スー！ウー！リュー！チー！
ラブ！
イー！アル！サン！スーシンチュウ！
ラブ！
ドント・レット・ミー・ダウン

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Dave East – What A Year

[Verse: Dave East]
(East side, wo!)
I like my women to be pure, no Juicy Couture
Outfits down south, trips for raw i’m tryna get more
I hid the pistol In the store right under the chips
My outfit come with a grip, in love with her lips
I just to hide the work in her mother crib
Things changes now I don’t even know where her mother live
She don’t call me Dave East, address me by my government
Told me pay my taxes before you owe the government
Complexion mocha, inner section with smokers
Face mean I bet you nigga never approach her
Told the homie I had to kill it for the culture
I come to compliment not insult ya, I can coach ya
Give you the play it’s hard to give you a day
Couple hours blowing sour you know I’m not finna stay
Them other niggas is cowards, I promise they in the way
Couple dollars let’s pick us a [?] so we can play
Now we gettin’ massages, forgings and them garages
I’ve been having ménages, princess cuts is flawless
Just to sit the truck you got to be gorgeous
You bad without speakin’ ma you ain’t got to be talkin’
She’s like a [] leaking all on my seats
We get tired of the city our weekends be on the beach
We creepin’ in and out the sheets, she was in and out the jep
I turn women out to freaks, I was in her mouth this week
I’ve got a million mouths to feed, that’s why i’m in and out these streets
A hundred bitches on my line, but i’m just in and out these beats
Brought the hammer everywhere ’cause we was in and out beef
My little L.A. bitch had me eating In ‘n Out for weeks
First class to LaGuardia I’m right back to New York time
A lot of niggas renting their jewelry, but I bought mine
Mind the of trap, you can’t double back if you cross lines
Them forty fives jam so this time I only bought nines
Niggas only respect homicide and chalk lines
Talking ’bout the coupe, I’m tryna Porsche mine
I’m tryna hurt the strip, them little baggies just to hurt the tip
Crack smoke my clothes before I even learned to whip
No handouts I don’t wan’t it if I ain’t earnin’ it
Weed and pills I was servin’ it, jumpin’ out of suburban
All ice like George Gervin, on flights I lost service
Your type be all nervous, the Maybach got orange curtains
And I’m just on my Birking, what you hearing in these verses the same nigga in person
Cuzzo doing the stretch, he caught 8 of off ‘caine purchase
Niggas claim they the hottest they music I ain’t heard it
Guess it ain’t worth it
That shit you be doing just ain’t working
I got a different lawyer they came with the same verdict
And I can get you broad day light, like Wayne Perry
Potato on the witnesses saying that they ain’t heard it

[Speaking]
Only the real recognize what I’m doing. From the bottom, nowhere else but up, million dollar deal, did that. Need millions for all my niggas, gang. Fuck happened to D’Angelo this that shit, East Side, uh! New year, new money, new diamonds, no new niggas! hahah

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Matt Citron – 404 (feat. Cyhi The Prynce & Mone) (Final Moments Of Forever Album)

[Intro: Matt Citron]
ATL NTA GA 404
Yeah, No Gimmicks
Let me switch the flow up on em’ real quick
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Matt Citron]
Give it right back
Hit em with the rhythm like that
We were living tryna give em life back
Couldn’t feel em why’s that
Wise move not a tycoon
But we gotta get it busy like that
We were chilling right back in the building
When they gonna bill em for the feeling that he’s giving spilling tight raps
He been killing I know
Ride slow
Made her balance on a very tight rope
If you want it come and get it let the function cuz you know we gotta feel it like that
We been hooping alley ooping triple double never shy but we drilling like that
Drop the top go chips and guac we dip the whip and hit road no ceiling like that
No limit in the all black tinted when they
All clap living like a villain might laugh
On Ponce rolling in the bucket Honda
Windows down who gave a fuck about him
Run n shoot we had the hot sauce still got the
Same sauce but now I’m cooking ramen
Looking different when we hit the city
Candy color couping got em sitting pretty
Look at City add the R-O-N
Know we had the broads
You just borrowed them in the

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce]
(Yeah) I’m so Moreland Ave, Georgia Bap
Box Chevy, Water raft
My life was headed towards the trap
Pounds of lettuce, quarter halves
When ya selling better know ya math
Never let em catch ya sleeping can’t afford a nap
12 Pulled me over for my autograph
But I didn’t have nothing, Thank the lord for that
Midway park I was quarterback
Dropped out of school I was bored with that
My principle said I’d be a drug dealer and I wasn’t gon’ be nothing more than that
I ignored his ass, grabbed a scale
At 16 a nigga had bags to sell
Couldn’t get nothing to eat mad as hell
All I knew was keep the heat and don’t tattle tale
Had a bad little bitch who went to Avondale
Most of em wish they still had Cydel
East side nigga really had them belles
Riding down Glenwood in the black Chevelle
Broke a nail while I was trying to fill the mack with shells
Cuz I heard they looking for me and I’m not prepared
And y’all know where I’m at, All you gotta do is add the L
(Nigga)

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Verse 3: Money Makin’ Nique]
The coupe skate she like how he ride
Since 107.9 was 97.5
I had a squad of niggas, Me and several guys
I had a spot can’t discuss what we’d sell inside
But lemme take it further Brown Middle
Since Forces slouch socks sour skittles
Romona Debreaux with that ass it was swole
Coco Bruva was the nigga with the team that’s at home
Been off 20 since Fabo got beamed up
Went with Toomp niece and used to drive his truck
He don’t even know, Man I wish I could go
Take Greenbriar pictures, Stop at Eddies’ for the golds
The best place that ever did the best place that’s gon do it
The rest ain’t ever live it the rest ain’t goin through it
In this bitch feeling like Chris Wallace
Big Poppa I get dollars
9-6 is my Impala
On that Hennessy, finna hit Onyx
Finna hit miss she said the clit throbbing
Oh this yours bro, I’m a bitch robber
Nigga mad cuz his chick ridin
He can’t go shit he gon sit cryin
Nigga kap I just sit quiet
Crown Vic’s flyin
Sellin wic and buyin

[Hook: Matt Citron]
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A
404 Zone 6 East Side shit
West Side Bankhead
Summertime came quick
College Park
Running through Decator
On the same shit
Just a different day
We been livin in the A

[Outro: DJ Greg Street]
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