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K. Forest – Tenderness Lyrics

[Hook]
I could make you feel right, you know
You know (you know)
I could make you feel right, you know
You know (you know)
I could make you feel good, you know
Good good, you know (so good)
I could make you feel good, you know
You know
[Verse 1]
Pretty lady, please don’t stop smiling
You have the perfect look and it gets me excited
I have so much to say though I’m in silence
Imperfection is perfect don’t mind it
You think dirty, dirty I have faith in me at your request
If we’re dirty, dirty I’d rather show and say less
Pretty girls never complain when the pain comes
I get you fiji water wet
When the rain’s done
I got you calling out for God
There’s a holy power
All this sweat is like I dived in your waterfall
[Hook]
I could make you feel right, you know
You know (you know)
I could make you feel right, you know
You know (you know)
I could make you feel good, you know
Good good, you know (so good)
I could make you feel good, you know
You know
[Verse 2]
Shotgun riding all for you darling
Goosebumps are Iike grip when I’m caressing your body
Can’t let you go that easy
Can’t let you trick then treat me
What we spent can’t be briefly
What we spend can’t be brief
Hair down, kicked up, shopping
Looking for the retail
Hoping that they have your size
You always pay attention to the details
I wanna know how your day was
‘Cause all I, am aware of, is how much you put in
How much you put in

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Baby Keem – A New Day Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Spend two hundred on a bitch, huh, I feel like I’m rich, huh
She think that I’m famous, she wanna f**k, I’m faded
She wanna f**k ’cause she think I’m on TV, woah, pussy wet like Fiji, woah
Don’t think that I need you, woah, skrt off, you won’t see me (Yeah)
[Chorus]
It’s a new day, different bitch
It’s a new day (Yeah), different bitch
It’s a new day, different bitch
It’s a new day, different bitch
[Verse]
Made my bitch bad (No), I think I’m sorry (Yeah)
Nah, I’m not sorry (No), okay, fine, sorry
Twin turbo with a Benz and a jeep, I sit and laugh
I think I’m cool, my closet full (Yeah)
Woah, I’m just foolin’ with your bands now, can’t be out of town
Turbulence with all my friends now, that ho like my swag
When I f**k, I hit my dance moves (Yeah), her boyfriend a lame
I think he my biggest fan too
[Pre-Chorus]
Spend two hundred on a bitch, huh, I feel like I’m rich, huh
She think that I’m famous, she wanna f**k, I’m faded
She wanna f**k ’cause she think I’m on TV, woah, pussy wet like Fiji, woah
Don’t think that I need you, woah, skrt off, you won’t see me (Yeah)
[Chorus]
It’s a new day, different bitch
It’s a new day (Yeah), different bitch
It’s a new day, different bitch
It’s a new day, different bitch

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NAV – Time Piece Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me (Yeah)
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me (Remind me)
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Verse 1: NAV]
I changed my life (I changed my life)
‘Cause I sacrificed, nightmares in the day (In the day)
Sleepless nights (In the night)
‘Cause I paid the price, so talk to me nice
I need me those, (Pradas) in my size (Yeah)
Like I meditate, got my mind straight (Straight)
Dodging all the hate (Hate)
Watch me elevate
Going state to state (State to state)
Pockets overweight (Overweight)
I ain’t leavin’ my place (Leavin’ my place)
Tell her go close my safe (Oh-oh)

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me (Yeah)
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
In the system (Skitch), they couldn’t find me (Couldn’t find me)
A hunnit and ten somethin’ (Skrrt skrrt)
On my timepiece (On my timepiece)
You think you slick ho? (Slick ho)
You think you slimy (Slimy)
I’m with them a-holes (A-Holes)
My killers grimy (Grimy)
My first time coming out with this music, ain’t get no love (Get no love)
Now I really had to make it out on my own, won’t hold no grudge (No grudge)
And I had stop sippin’ that purple, ’cause I don’t want no pudge
They said I’d retaliate off this bullshit, I’m like “So what?”
I just bought four rings, I’m a king (I’m a king)
And I gotta go all out when I do my thing (I do my thing, tell ’em)
These not SI, they VV’S
Free my guys, I ain’t gon lie, I spent 2k on TV (TVs)
Oh, you think you a gangster, and you don’t bleed bleed
And you’re the one that coughed her, know she do weed weed
And I know you ain’t mean it
Put the stash in the demon
Low-income apartments
Bankroll was decent (Bankroll was decent, yeah)
Oh, you rockin’ them Yeezys now?
You saying you don’t need me now
All these niggas, they believe me now
Them diamonds Fiji now
Two perc 30’s don’t get me high (Don’t get me high)
X pills I need ’em now
Knew lil’ bitch got her titties done (Oh she think she fire)

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

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Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right?
Right? Right?
Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right?
Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

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Waka Flocka Flame – Flava Lyrics

[Intro]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m getting money, think I’m new illuminati
All these bitches [?] our bodies
I’m doing Kamikaze in the brand new Mazi
‘fore I wanted diamonds, this shit look like [?]
Teslas all on my younger [?], he buy the [?] , he like fuck the case
We bouta buy the [?], nigga fuck the case
Spraying champagne in her fucking face
She like “Fuck, you’ve got expensive taste”
It came from [?] down in Interstate
Niggas pocket watching, wondering what I made
I keep the party rocking, better guard your face

[Hook]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga
Street money, fuck the majors nigga
Still trappin, what you need? I get it [?] nigga
I got elbowed by the Bag, pick your flava nigga

[Verse 2]
I been screaming “Fuck the rap shit”
Your favourite rapper got a fake bitch
I’m doing shows and selling bells at the same time
I’m taking business calls and trapping on the same line
[???] you can meet me at the BP
Diamonds wet like some Fiji, “Flock are you popping? you ain’t dropping CDs”
I blew [?] on wifey, she all walking bliss
I ain’t like them other crap, fuck a living legend
I get 30 racks while walking [???]
Nigga ion get mad, bitch I’m in my bag

[Hook]
I just copped the Benz and the new Porche
I just want the Rollie with the white face
I just put my lawyer on retirement nigga
Cuz i might just have to murk a plaintiff nigga
I’m going independent, fuck the majors nigga
Street money, fuck the majors nigga
Still trappin, what you need? I get it [?] nigga
I got elbowed by the Bag, pick your flava nigga

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MATT OX – Messages lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, Matt OX
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Messages, yeah, I check my messages
She been textin’ me, she been trippin’, man
Think I’m chasin’ her, but I’m chasin’ bands
Ay, you not my bro, yeah, you not my mans
I got Saint Laurent, all up on my shades
And I got the Benjis, all up in my bands
All up in my pants, I’ve been hustlin’
They a bunch of lames, I can’t hang with them
And I treat your main like a side chick
I’ve been runnin’ up, they’ve been takin’ flicks
She ain’t bang with me ’til she saw my chain
On a new level, in a new lane
When she look at it, all she saw was ring
Fiji on my wrist, watch the diamonds bling
Watch the diamonds sing
Yeah that’s how I do my dance
If you’re talkin’, catch these hands
Make it out of the badlands
Spittin’ fire on the damn track
If I got the mic, I never lack
I don’t sleep, I don’t take naps
I’m just ballin’ with my squad
Yeah I swear I love my brothers
We gon’ make it to the top charts
This is only the damn start, yeah

[Outro]
Only the damn start
Messages, check my messages
People textin’ me
She been textin’ me
Messages, check my messages
People textin’ me
She been textin’ me
Check my messages
Check my messages
Messages, messages
Check my messages

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Lil Yachty – BABY DADDY lyrics

(feat. Lil Pump & Offset of Migos)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh
30, you a fool for this one
Tell your baby daddy I’m richer
Bitch, I don’t wanna sip liquor, stop tryna pressure my niggas
Just left the club, that shit was weak, grab me a hoe off the street (huh)
Wait ’till I leave, I’m finna fuck, beat it ’till I fall asleep (whoo!)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim, shoot out the roof, no aim
I want the guap, you can have fame, I make them blue hunnids sing

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two choppas with me, I don’t use no pistols (brr, ooh)
Big, fat Backwood, it look like a missile (yuh, ooh)
My bitches come when I go blow the whistle (brr)
Your girl gave me top, and then you gon’ kiss her (damn)
Yeah, I walked in and I’m drippin’, it’s Fiji (ooh)
Too much ice on me, the doctor come see me (damn)
Niggas hate on me, they wish they could be me (oh shit)
All my cars foreign and they ain’t got no ceiling (woo)
Blow two hunnid bands at night (yeah)
Show you how I’m livin’ life (ooh!)
Fuck five hoes, I ain’t got a wife (damn)
Bust down on Napoleon Dynamite (yeah)
Glacier on my neck, I don’t need a light
Pour eight in a two liter, I ain’t thinkin’ twice
Smoke twenty blunts, yeah, I’m feelin’ like a fuckin’ kite (brr)
Put my dick in her, oh shit, yeah, her pussy tight (ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Offset]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr, brr), shoot out the roof, no aim (hey!)
I want the guap, you can have fame, I made them blue hunnids sing (Offset!)

[Verse 2: Offset]
I make them blue hunnids talk (talk to me)
Pinky ring white, look like chalk (white)
I got your bitch, I just bought (bought)
How much you think in my vault? (How much?)
Chopper with the pump, it got sawed (brr)
Patek cost a hunnid, oh, Lord (Patek gang)
Diamond VVS’s, whoa, whoa (whoa)
My pockets double-stuffed, it overload (overload)
Slidin’ on your bitch in a peacoat (slide)
Super Bowl on my fist, subzero (slide)
Black Bentayga, it’s a emo (woo)
Shootin’ dice in Vegas, shoot a free-throw (whoa)
Bombs in the trap like a C4 (bombs)
Fuck her in her mouth, wanna de-load (uhh)
Bitch I’m not the sheep, I’m the big G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Go and check the peephole

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Offset]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke (woo, woo, woo, woo), he hit the plug for a free line of coke (hey)
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain (gang, gang, gang)
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins (we did)
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs (gah)
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn (brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr), shoot out the roof, no aim (brr)
I want the guap, you can have fame (guap, guap, guap), I made them blue hunnids sing (hey!)

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Saweetie – EXPEN$IVE lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
Uh, I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

[Verse 1]
Here’s another anthem for the queens and for the ratchet hoes
Titanic hanging ’round my neck, I feel just like DiCaprio
Icy like the revenant, my diamonds dance like Amber Rose
Looking at these presidents, my loft look like the Pentagon
Before you come into my crib you better take yo sneakers off
Looking like I sold a brick, the D.A. won’t leave me alone
All my weave is virgin, that’s why I ain’t fucking with you hoes
All my weave is virgin, that’s why I ain’t fucking with you hoes
I’m expensive, my nigga, never friendly
Keep his side chick Nina in the glovebox of the Bentley
All these bitches envy. How many? Too many
Out in San Jose my ese move that weight comprende

[Pre-Chorus]
Fenty on my face, cocaina on my toes
Ferragamo ’round my waist, fashion nova for the clothes
Forgiattos on the Wraith, oh my god, my roof is gone
Looking like I won the race, all this gold that I got on
Is expensive

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
Uh, I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

[Verse 2]
Pablo, Chapo, Blanco, I’m Saweetie soprano
Today I might hit Fiji, Tahiti tomorrow, uh
Booking all this travel like I’m ducking narcos, uh
Tatted up my passport when tanning in Cabo
Filipino Mona Lisa, I should be in a museum
U-S-C me on them stages, gon’ be rocking coliseums
All my exes took an L, because they couldn’t carpe diem
Had me but they lost me, I would really hate to be them
I be in my bag, this Chanel hold hella racks
I be in my bag, I don’t got no time to chat
I be in my bag, stock is up, just check the stats
I be in my bag, hunneds wrapped in rubber bands

[Pre-Chorus]
Fenty on my face, cocaina on my toes
Ferragamo ’round my waist, fashion nova for the clothes
Forgiattos on the Wraith, oh my god, my roof is gone
Looking like I won the race, all this gold that I got on
Is expensive

[Chorus]
I’m expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, expensive, expensive
I’m expensive, diamonds is expensive
This jewelry is expensive, expensive, expensive
Tennis on my necklace, water on my pendant
Icy independent, expensive, expensive
Saweetie is expensive, I’m expensive
I’m expensive, nigga, I’m expensive, expensive

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Lil Baby – Leaked Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
We ain’t talked in like a week straight
I been all on the interstate
I been tryna go and get this cake
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

[Verse 1]
They thinkin’ I lost it, remind them niggas
I can get flyer than niggas
Hundred thousand in a Gucci bookbag
They thinkin’ I signed them niggas
I leveled my life up, this Rollie I got on don’t tick tock
Still on that bullshit, if you pull up on me, let the stick talk
I’m in LA with the vibes, Dane in the cut getting high
She tryna get in my ride, she tryna turn up tonight, yeah
I was running up cash, yeah, I had ran up a bag
And they started gettin’ mad, yeah
But I didn’t get mad, I just kept getting cash, yeah
And I’m in my bag, yeah, now I’m in my bag, yeah
She wanna get with me, she know that I’m sticky, but I’m in my bag now
She wasn’t fucking with me, she didn’t come around, she wishing she had now
And I’m in my bag now
I’m in the bag, the Goyard to be exact
Three hundred racks inside it, and that ain’t no cap
I could’ve bought a Wraith today, yeah yeah
I ran it up, they supposed to hate
I’m digging this lifestyle
Water drippin’ on me like I’m a faucet
The crew with me right now
You can play, just proceed with caution
I popped the wrong pill, now I’m nauseous
I need to get off this drank, it’s a problem
I took a Tesla and landed on Mars​
Lord please wake me up tomorrow

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

[Verse 2]
They know they can’t beat me, so they tryna leave me
And she tryna leave me, but I ain’t gon’ let her
Diamonds on Fiji, I’m running with QC
And Reebok endorse me, went up a new level
I’m loving this lifestyle and niggas wanna be me
I know they won’t catch up, but I ain’t gon’ let ’em
As soon as the money get up to a million, put it in the ground and then buy a new shovel
How you gon’ be in yo feelings when I’m in my feelings?
We both can’t be in our feelings
I ain’t gon’ lie when you thinkin’ I did it, I did it
It’s something ’bout your intuition
I’m telling you no lies, I’m tired of seeing you cry
Come here girl, let me wipe your eye
Everything gon’ be alright

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

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Tee Grizzley – Jettski Grizzley (feat. Lil Pump) lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, Eskeetit!
Helluva made this beat, baby
Eskeetit!

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley & Lil Pump]
If I catch an opp in traffic he gon catch the K
Hope he know that when I shoot I’m tryna catch his face (oh)
Called my plug like which bag I’m bout to catch today (oh)
I got 200 on that rolls, you can’t catch the wraith (Esketit!)
I’m in love with my bitch ass cheeks (oh)
Told her hold my lap was her assigned seat (yeah)
He gon’ choke her out if he found out I had her choking (wow)
And my watch mil’, you a drone, my AP the ocean (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Esketit!
Please don’t call me Pump my name Jetski (Jetski)
Million dollars cash, just laying in the bedsheets
All your jewelry fake, boy, that shit don’t impress me (nope)
Got a AP, sip lean don’t drink candy (oh)
Tag team a bitch pass her to the bro (ohh)
Ex-bitch a hoe I had to let her go (let her go)
Had her suck my dick for a line of coke (oh)
Spent 20 thousand on a rain coat (huh)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
She looked at my wrist, she had a heart attack
Bitch you in ya house, shakin’ shit just like a runnin’ back
Gave your bitch good dick, had her doing jumpin’ jack
2 mill, 8 mill, man I want it all cash
20 on my gucci fit (ohh), yeah I got a thick bitch
All you niggas counterfeit
Spanish hoe she with the shits
I put 10 bricks on a Lyft (ohh)
Too much hoes I cannot pick
Don’t know which one I should hit (ohh)

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
I might fly the jet to Waikiki (G5)
3500 for the sweater cuz it’s GG (gucci!)
Hit her in the shower, made that bitch do the mini-me
Me and Jetski dripping on a bitch, neck on fiji (water)
Watch really hittin’, ain’t no funny camera tricks (ain’t no app)
Gettin’ chewed up by my lil’ hispanic bitch (como estas)
No you can’t spend the night
Don’t bring your pajamas bitch
And whoever don’t like it suck my dick with extra spit, bitch (Booah)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (booah)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)
Slide down my block we gon’ shoot (we gon’ shoot)
Lil’ baby a thot, but she cute (but she cute)
I just want the top then you through (then you through)
Niggas say they getting guap, where the proof? (where the proof?, where it’s at?)

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Swae Lee – Guatemala lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God
Mally Mall

[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
It was way more than a two dollar holla
Stole your heart like Ali Baba (oh, your heart)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (on my phone last night)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (‘temala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (goin’ under)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Baby when you laughin’ is it ’cause you feel an excellent vibe? (Ooh, ooh)
That was just a fraction of the good, love I provide (ooh, ooh)
See some niggas talkin’ on the side, can you keep that silent? (Keep that quiet)
Maybe sayin’ somethin’ but you didn’t mean nothin’ by it
Took her to the room, in other words kept that private (kept that private)
She was my heartbreak, I told her keep those violets (ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (Guatemala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (freshwater)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Flew in on a jet, what’s that? Stylish
Take another sip, then get superpowers (woah, oh, oh)
If she got the hots for me, then dammit, I’m buyin’ (I’m, I’m buyin’)
I’ve got more pull than him and him combined (him combined)
Pourin’ out dreams, ’cause we’re really this high (really that high)
I just had my hand on her hip, she had her eyes on the prize (eyes on the prize)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it on my jet, let’s keep this private
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (Guatemala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (freshwater)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Seatbelt, she roller coaster ridin’
Put you on a plane, been thinkin’ ’bout it
Sippin’ on Fiji, yeah, you taste like water (hey, hey)
Chasin’ me, tryna make me your partner (tryna make me your partner)
Maybe we can lock in later on (yeah)
I can’t guarantee I’ll fall (fall)
Baby, we should lock in later on (hey)
I can’t guarantee my heart (hey)
Baby, don’t take too, too long (too long)
I ain’t ever miss my mark (my mark)
Yeah, my ex-girl had to move on (on)
There’s no pictures on the wall (ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Seen the way you talkin’ up my phone last night, on God (talkin’ on the phone)
Do it at my house, let’s keep this private (keep this private)
She wants me too, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
Wanna make love, she ain’t even in denial (in denial)
We can get away-ay, maybe to Guatemala (‘temala)
Got me goin’ deep, got me all in freshwater (goin’ under)

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Rich The Kid – Made It Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
La música de Harry Fraud
You know how the fuck we coming nigga
Broke ass nigga
Broke ass, bitch ass boy
Hoe ass nigga

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I might pull the Bentley out (skrr)
I came up and I got rich, it ain’t no handouts (rich)
I’m a flock and she a bird (brr)
Whole team Rich Forever, that’s my word (huh)
Ask me how we made it, it was destiny (it was what?)
Same bougie bitches calling now they stalking me (stupid bitch)
All I know I gotta flex up (flex)
Drop a bag (bag), ice my neck up (ice)
Ooh, put ’em on a stretcher (stretcher)
She too extra (extra), don’t do lectures (no)
That’s Alisha or Alexa? (or what?)
Rich Forever bitch we got them extras (lil’ bitch, huh)
Bitch I’ve been balling, no reason (no reason)
Fuck her one time then she need me (she need me)
My diamonds as clear as the TV (whoa)
My water, my wrist is on Fiji
Money too tall like grown up (grown up)
Might pull out the Masi do donuts (skrr)
She suck me, my pockets so swole up (whoa)
You getting too close, bitch hold up (hold up)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

[Verse 3: Jay Critch]
Them niggas fake it til’ they make it (hey)
They need to stick to the basics
Gotta show out, drop a bag I’m in aces
Diamonds froze now yeah my chain different races (chain different races)
I’ma spend me a check and replace it
I just hit it, it’s never relations (never relations)
With the killers like Freddy and Jason (Freddy and Jason)
How I ran up them racks it’s amazing (it’s amazing)
Why you flexing with packs, we gon’ take it (take it)
Me and my niggas came out the basement (out the basement)
We been trapping, make sure they can’t trace it (hey)
I’ma jump in the coupe and I’m racing (skrr)
I’ma fuck on your boo and erase it (erase it)
All these broke niggas talking can’t take it (can’t take it)
We gon’ pull up throw shots like the Matrix (grra)
Hood fave with the clutch like game set (hey)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Racks (what), whole lotta bands on me (bands)
Cut the check and bought a Rollie, it can dance on ’em (whoa, ice)
Bitch cooking breakfast naked (naked)
Broke ass niggas said we wouldn’t make it (rich)

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Gucci Mane – Solitaire lyrics

Burr
I’m out n*gger
It’s your worst nightmare
Glacier
Ha

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in a cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
4 mil for the crib, 1.5 just to keep me chill (1.5)
To my neighbors here, Jack and Jill, still trot up the hill (through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin’ Aquafina glass, crystal clear
Ice there, ice here, I just iced the atmosphere

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Huncho
I’m walkin’ real light (walk)
It’s somethin’ like skatin’ on ice (skate)
Yo hoe wanna f*ck my vibe (sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Try the gang, and we dumpin’ (dump)
Glacier Boy it’s a global warmin’ (yeah)
Everybody wanna come join in (gang)
Niggas born in, and ain’t sworn in

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire (huh)
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of solitaires (Wop)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires (mwah)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Bitch I don’t play no solitaire, I’m a f*ckin’ millionaire
Trap stars everywhere (trap)
Bad hoes everywhere (bad)
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that’s no lie
Left wrist, all Piguets, I put it in the sky

[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
Burr, burr
All my stones single me, they ain’t with the mingling
Damn that’s Mr. [?], but we ain’t with that kinky sh*t
Wop be on that Nicki sh*t, my whole clique robbin’
Lookin’ at the robbers like, “Y’all ain’t finna take sh*t”
Glacier Boy, amazin’ sh*t, yeah jeweler ain’t up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I’m jealous of my own wrist
If you ain’t spend a million yet, you probably won’t agree with this
[?]
(Gucci!)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I was just sittin’ in the cell playin’ solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, brush they full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch won me a lot of deal, say she love them solitaires

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wop, ha

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Jay Critch – Go Off Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey!
Yeah, aye, damn
Talk Money Gang, ’30 Gang
BK- Way, nah
Aye Jay Critch Hood Fave(Hey!)

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Verse 1]
I told her relax, cut the hoe off
I walk in the Sak’s buy the whole store
She throw it back, can’t take no more
She don’t know how to act, imma show her
Move right where I’m from it get real
Act right, shit got me on tilt
Pop a nigga like I’m cracking a {?]
My niggas popping and cracking for real
These bitches watching my pockets, chill
Talking bout hoes I got options, kill
You be with it trying to cop a feel
These niggas talking they Dr. Phil

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

[Verse 2]
I ran up a sack, I told y’all
Aye, Bentley coupe pulling up with a model
Living like a nigga hitting the lotto
Mixing LA cookie with the gelato
Fresh brick, sippin’ straight out the bottle
Get rich nigga you know the motto
Rich hoe and she suck and she swallow
When you start getting money they follow
Hitting juggs, niggas ducking the five-o
Strap on a Ducati full throttle
She ride a dick, little thottie full throttle
Birds singing like Demi Lovato
Big strap, just send me the auto
Click clack, you was talking to prado
Get back, you ain’t made for that drama
Split that, put you in a sauna
Ya dig that, streets hot like a sauna
Big facts, I ran off with them commas
I think that I need a Rari no Honda
You gon sink fast playing around in that water

[Hook]
I go the money she never will leave me
I got the water, the water like Fiji
Hard work but I make it look easy
At the concert diamonds shine like a sea
She say i’m wavy, show off
I gotta flex imma show off
She tryin have my baby, hold on
Mix the Balmain with the Goyard
I like her more with her clothes off
Sippin’ the Act, doze off
You can get wacked, Polo on
Hop in the back, roll off
I’m all for the [?] that I told y’all
Boy you ain’t never scrapped you so soft
Tango keep a strap to hold y’all
Melo got the Mac, he go off

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Rich The Kid – Bands Lyrics

[Hook – Mally Bandz]
Cause I’m the man
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
We ain’t shaking hands (nooo)
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
If you want extra, I told her to bring a friend
She wanna sit, now she sleeping of a xan
This heat on me gon give you a tan
We don’t do no flexing on the gram
She ain’t ask no questions, just got in
All I did was text and hit again
What the fuck you in here for ain’t tryna win
Diamonds look a waterfall and they blinding them
Get here looking lost, you misguide them
Every year as soon I got in

[Verse 1 – Melo Guyzer]
On the gram talking greasy
I’m out on you like 3d
Designer dripping like Fiji
Lowkey, nigga wanna be me
Get that money, thats the basics
Whole lotta blue faces
Taking trips out to the Vegas
Fucking bitches, different races
This lean got me in the Matrix
Cookie [?], I
Going gorilla, going ape shit
Then I pull up in the big fit
Baby girl, she was fiending
So I ran up in Nemans
I spend what you niggas dreaming
She wanna glizzy, she a demon
I got in on me, I run it now
Fucking everybody like furniture
Boy, your in trouble with the Punisher
I saw [?] like coroner
I wanna run it up bands
Now you bro, I ain’t no mans
My bro pop you like xan
He the homie, he cool like a fan

[Hook – Mally Bandz]
Cause I’m the man
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
We ain’t shaking hands (nooo)
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
If you want extra, I told her to bring a friend
She wanna sit, now she sleeping of a xan
This heat on me gon give you a tan
We don’t do no flexing on the gram
She ain’t ask no questions, just got in
All I did was text and hit again
What the fuck you in here for ain’t tryna win
Diamonds look a waterfall and they blinding them
Get here looking lost, you misguide them
Every pack I get year as soon I got in

[Verse 2 – Rich the Kid]
I told that bih please don’t complain
Hoe, this a bentley, not a range
I’m tryna fuck, I’m kicking game
Oh that’s your boyfriend, he a lame
Everything, straight flooded
Double cup, still money
One around hunnid
I was broke, came from nothing
She wanna hop in
I fucking her sister, her best friend
They accusing each other, they lesbian
The pussy licking when they [?] in

[Hook – Mally Bandz]
Cause I’m the man
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
We ain’t shaking hands (nooo)
If I ain’t text you bitch, i’m prolly chasing bands
If you want extra, I told her to bring a friend
She wanna sit, now she sleeping of a xan
This heat on me gon give you a tan
We don’t do no flexing on the gram
She ain’t ask no questions, just got in
All I did was text and hit again
What the fuck you in here for ain’t tryna win
Diamonds look a waterfall and they blinding them
Get here looking lost, you misguide them
Every year as soon I got in

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Snoop Dogg – Dis Finna Be A Breeze

[Intro: Ha Ha Davis]
Okay, out here in Cali
Smoking on this green that look like Luigi
I got my Fiji, I’m finna take your girl to the water
Dis finna be a breeze!

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Yard full of grass, raking up dough
Still on my shit who I’m makin’ it fo?
House on the hills with the lake in the fron’
Old ass nigga should be takin’ it slow
So what?
No, what yo cut ain’t mine
Nigga get up off my line
I’m back to the basics
Tracing shit
Gangbang nigga with the basic shit
Real P.I. with amazing spits
So I never ever never have to chase a bitch
Dig it, and I came wit it
And your only hoe might get it, admit it
Locked in, locked out
Talk shit, get socked out
See, these is G’s
And this is finna be a breeze

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze
And my keys
And my trees
Dis finna be a breeze
Yeah
Dis finna be a breeze
Music please
And my keys
And my trees

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Picture me sitting in my throne alone
L.B.C. yeah I’m on the moon
Zone to zone, I’ll roam in Rome
Solid as a rock, etched in stone
Retriever, retriever
Catch the bone
Big dog, baby
The rest are clones
Bass go boom with the baritone
Clearing shit up like a claritone
I’m really home, I’m barely gone
Look at my eyes, I’m really blown
Peoples is ready for me to rap
But I just took a whole bone to the neck
No sweat on the set
Sprinter van to the jet
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, music, please
Dis finna be a breeze
And my keys
And my trees
Dis finna be a breeze
Yeah
Dis finna be a breeze
Music please
And my keys
And my trees

[Outro: Ha Ha Davis]
*coughing*
Fuck, whatchu got me on?
I thought dis was finna be a breeze
You got me on my knees begging God, please
For my soul back
I’m fried!

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Lil Pump – Who Dat

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this?
Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)

[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah

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Chief Keef – How You Like Me Now (The W Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 1]
I’ma get a feast, you can have a seat, stuntin’ casualties
Hit LA, ’cause in Chiraq, it be hot as grease
Treat a bitch, how she like me now, told that bitch to flee
She a flee, I’m a fuckin’ beast, walk up by a creek
In the trap, what you want a P? Go come with that fee
Takin’ trips, and I’m gonna see what you’ll never see
Bitch I turned out everything that I planned to be
Ain’t no success with Plan A, then it’s Plan B
Ain’t no maybe with this gang shit, it’s a guarantee
Man these bitches all in my hair, like some Pantene
All I need is the biggest firm to defend me
Couldn’t box no fucks to give, so I left it empty

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 2]
Nigga you a dork, and I’m very important
Goin’ Randy Orton, police get behind you, that don’t mean abort
Hit the scene, hoes, bunch of green, bitch lets fill a pint
Touchdown, one for the team, that’s what they like to see
Kanye, slow down, drive slow
How you like me? I’m a dog what’s the pack code
Get my feet down, it’s so comfy
Smell some slices, in a bakery, I’m going Kimbo
Dehydrated, I need Fiji
Touch remote to the TV
Hit the arco like habibi
You see that foreign? It’s 250
Lets see who all leave the parking lot when we start pullin’ out
And this thoinky so damn loud it’s like I cannot put it out

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

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Gucci Mane – Tone It Down (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wizop, Huh, wop
Hitmaka! go

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Huh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner
[?]
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason (huh)
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

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Riviera

Lyrics to ‘Riviera’ by ASAP Twelvyy:

–Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy–
I need a week in Tahiti
I spend the weekend in Fiji
I prolly sleep in the Tipi

I just got back from Japan

[Hook:A$AP Twelvyy & Joey Bada$$

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G-EAZY – Nothing Wrong lyrics

If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
My momma said judge not, yet he be judged
We don’t trip, the bullshit just get skip like a CD does
She light up more than GE does
I’m in the party just appreciating the molly and my fiji buzz
Why stress I’m too blessed to ever come down
I might be the rarest cat that’s ever been found
One off the medicine now, and it’s a wednesday
I’ll fuck something and wake up drunk the next day
They love to talk about it, people saying I’m reckless
The microscope I’m under, they just love to inspect us
But fuck ’em, make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That shit come back around, full circle though like a necklace
Fuck outta here, I came for no bullshit in my agenda
If you’re artificial Splenda, well then you are not a friend
I never save, I’m spending cash for as long as I remember
So I went to spend a fortune on this Porsche and not a rental

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, fuck you, this is nothing but a song

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Strip club in this damn [?] cock blocking at the ATM
We be going dumb until like eight AM
Lana think I’m crazy, and I maybe am
Killing hella brain cells in my cranium
The realest who did it, and got away with it
They pouring drugs on titties and now everybody sniffing
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I’m out here just mobbing in my Oakland A’s fitted
I never sell my soul, I stay green and gold
Knew I’d be a legend back since I was 10 years old
I knew I would be [cold?], his story would be told
Imma have to fuck Jessica soon before she gets too old (Alba)
I’ll snatch her from her husband, I told you I was [?]
I’m going super saiyan, yes I’m entering that mode
Like Goku, I’m old school, so anti-social
The money is all I say hello to
Like God Damn this shit so soon

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
If she want sniff, then she looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that shit back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me than fuck you, this is nothing but a song

Haha, Beautiful and Damned, Damn
Young Gerald, this OG talk right here
I don’t see nothing wrong
They don’t get us Gerald, it’s different!
Different to her, hahaha
All these bitches on the side of the stage
While all y’all singing our songs
Nothing wrong
Spending all this money he making
One shot, we don’t see nothing wrong
Y’all don’t understand, cuz we do it again
Fuck it, we don’t care
We don’t care
All y’all who don’t understand, don’t fuck with us, y’all got something wrong
You know what we call y’all?
Muffins, haha
We don’t see nothing wrong

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Nothing wrong – G-Eazy lyrics

Lyrics G-Eazy – Nothing wrong

If she just want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, f*ck you, this is nothing but a song.

My momma said judge not, yet he be judged
We don’t trip, the bullshit just get skip like a CD does
She light up more than GE does
I’m in the party just appreciating the molly and my fiji buzz
Why stress I’m too blessed to ever come down
I might be the rarest cat that’s ever been found
One off the medicine now, and it’s a wednesday
I’ll f*ck something and wake up drunk the next day
They love to talk about it, people saying I’m reckless
The microscope I’m under, they just love to inspect us
But f*ck ’em, make them eat their words for dinner and breakfast
That s**t come back around, full circle though like a necklace
f*ck outta here, I came for no bullshit in my agenda
If you’re artificial Splenda, well then you are not a friend
I never save, I’m spending cash for as long as I remember
So I went to spend a fortune on this Porsche and not a rental.

If she want sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me, f*ck you, this is nothing but a song.

Strip club in this damn .. c*ck blocking at the ATM
We be going dumb until like eight AM
Lana think I’m crazy, and I maybe am
Killing hella brain cells in my cranium
The realest who did it, and got away with it
They pouring drugs on titties and now everybody sniffing
She acting shocked by it, guess we live a little different
I’m out here just mobbing in my Oakland A’s fitted
I never sell my soul, I stay green and gold
Knew I’d be a legend back since I was 10 years old
I knew I would be cold, his story would be told
Imma have to f*ck Jessica soon before she gets too old (Alba)
I’ll snatch her from her husband, I told you I was ..
I’m going super saiyan, yes I’m entering that mode
Like Goku, I’m old school, so anti-social
The money is all I say hello to
Like God Damn this s**t so soon..

If she want sniff, then she looking for a lift
And if we finish of a fifth, I don’t see nothing wrong
If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack
I can make that s**t back so I see nothing wrong
If I smoke a whole ounce and I ain’t even leave the house
I could look at my accounts, and I don’t see nothing wrong
I’m unapologetic, you can tell by what I’m on
If you don’t like me than f*ck you, this is nothing but a song
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Haha, Beautiful and Damned, Damn
Young Gerald, this OG talk right here
I don’t see nothing wrong
They don’t get us Gerald, it’s different!
Different to her, hahaha
All these b*tches on the side of the stage
While all y’all singing our songs
Nothing wrong
Spending all this money he making
One shot, we don’t see nothing wrong
Y’all don’t understand, cuz we do it again
f*ck it, we don’t care
We don’t care
All y’all who don’t understand, don’t f*ck with us, y’all got something wrong
You know what we call y’all?
Muffins, haha
We don’t see nothing wronggg.
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Hopsin – False Advertisement Lyrics

HOPSIN
False Advertisement Lyrics

Please tell me what the f**k is wrong with these bitches
I’ma tell you right now you ain’t worth shit
All you do is sit at home takin’ selfies

And post them like it was your work shift
Your ‘gram is full of all these evil memes
To niggas lie you don’t deserve it
That’s why niggas ain’t f**kin’ with you
Cause we see that you don’t have a purpose
It’s clear that you don’t leave the house
We date you and don’t be aroused
Only pleasure that we ever do get from you
Is when you shut up and open your mouth
Don’t you get it stupid bitch it don’t matter
If you love a man and you holdin’ him down
Cause once he find out you got nothing better to
Do except him he won’t be around
Y’all like “I want to be treated like I’m a queen”
Bitch better act like one
Girl I got so much to give you
If you ain’t givin’ back it’s a wrap, I’m done
You want a real man, a real boss
So you can live life in a Kodak frame
A real man carry a lot of shit on his shoulder
We need a real woman who can hold that weight
Let me guess you a real woman, right?
Nope don’t want to hear that
So go cry some tears in your tear bag
Bitch you don’t have a car, a job
A life or a f**kin’ career path
There’s no accomplishments
I’m serious bitch stop this shit
You can fool niggas with pics lookin’ like you a queen
But in real life I know you the opposite

Bitch I can see what you tryna do
You got niggas outside in a line for you
For that pussy they’ll spend it all for you
They got so much they can offer you
And you lovin’ it, you strategizing
False advertisement, god damn you lovin’ it
But I ain’t cho mans
Hoe, shut the f**k up!

Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

[Post-
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

Girl why you lyin’ to niggas?
Actin’ as if your life isn’t boring
Yes the pussy was good but that is the
Only highlight of your story
You got these celebrities in your DMs
And you get invited to parties (nice)
Better enjoy it you bitch cause all of your
Looks gonna die when you forty
Look at your shit all the guys are absorbing
Hoe I’m talkin’ don’t try and ignore me
Oh that’s your new BMW, right?
I got a couple cause I can afford these
You made a household off of guys who were horny
Gucci purses, vacations in Fiji
Trynna date you is easy
They just slide you some cash you just lay on the weewee
What the f**k do you stand for?
Everyday you actin’ like a damn whore
You be showin’ your ass on the dance floor
Niggas throwin’ money till their hands sore
Now you handed it all to your landlord
You just hopin’ you don’t get evicted
I coulda sworn you were livin’ way better than this
You just got so many gimmicks (yikes)
I don’t get how it don’t bother you
Who is the father who fathered you?
Bitch need a belt to that ass
If I was yo daddy that’s probably what I would do
This goes out to all these wanna be models
Who flashin’ titties just to get a like
Just take this advice: you pathetic, go get a life
You would know you ain’t gettin’ mine

Bitch I can see what you tryna do
You got niggas outside in a line for you
For that pussy they’ll spend it all for you
They got so much they can offer you
And you lovin’ it, you strategizing
False advertisement, god damn you lovin’ it
But I ain’t cho mans
Hoe, shut the f**k up!

Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it)
Nigga these hoes better quit it
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

[Post-
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up
Nigga these hoes better quit
Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit)
Nigga these hoes better quit
Damn hoe shut the f**k up

Trippin’ Trip Trippin’
These hoes trippin’ trippin’
This bitch trynna apply to a nigga uh uh
Won’t catch me slippin’ (won’t catch me slippin’)
Trippin’ Trip Trippin’
These hoes trippin’ trippin’
This bitch trynna apply to a nigga uh uh
Won’t catch me slippin’ (won’t catch me slippin’)

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Travis Scott – Butterfly Effect

[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (pop it, pop it)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top, play hide and seek
Jump inside, jump straight to the leak
Take a sip, feel just how I breathe
On freeway, but no, ain’t nothin’ free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes
Been bustin’ bills, but still ain’t nothin’ change
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain
She caught the waves just thumbin’ through my braids (alright)
Heatin’ up, baby, I’m just heatin’ up (it’s lit)
Fiji lover, now they indeed that is impressive
Fill his cup, now you know how they keep me up
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)

[Verse 2]
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle
All the dogs, all the dogs low creep right behind me in the Phantom
Never go, never go dip on this estates Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dogs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I move in high speed
Yeah, If I send one, need the text back ’cause you know what I need
Oh, please (oh please)
Oh me (oh me)
Oh my (oh my)
We been movin’, we been movin’ for some time (Alright!)
Flexin’, flexin’ try to exercise
Exercise, exercise, exercise, exercise

[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
(Yah!)

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Travis Scott – Butterfly Effect Lyrics

TRAVIS SCOTT
Butterfly Effect Lyrics

Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
For this life I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M’s sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it let it bang (Pop it, pop it)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top play hide and seek
Jump inside, jump straight to the leak
Take a sip, feel just how I breathe
On freeway, but no ain’t nothin’ free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes
Been bustin’ bills, but still ain’t nothin’ change
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain
She caught the waves just thumbin’ through my braids (alright)
Heatin’ up, baby, I’m just heatin’ up (it’s lit)
Fiji lover, now they indeed that is impressive
Fill his cup now you know how they keep me up
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck

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Tabby – V.S. (White Trash Album)

[Verse]
You wanna be on TV more than pay for the rent
The type to fill an empty Fiji to impress while you quench thirst
That stomach getting queasy when reality set
Jehovah’s Witness knock is opportunity, you don’t answer
Get off that lazy boy, lazy boy
Green with envy over green just make you jaded, boy
Them ladies just like life: ya ain’t at Staples, boy
Can’t check yourself in streams if you
Still on momma’s cable bill, boy
Tweeting at celebrities while the bird on your shoulder
Setting quests for that booty. A cracker sure ain’t the motive here
Scratching the surface only a scrotum itch
Go for sniff, went unnoticed like the potential possessed in here
Daddy ought to have spanked ya
Had he not pampered you in Pampers
Would have grown like a man, instead you grew like a canker
Hypochondriac who think he have cancer
Any time he feeling slightly off, man what the fuck happened?
Can’t smoke without believing the fuzz
Gonna cuff your arteries, please check your privilege
Mary let you have your cake like scene from Matilda
Shit so schizophrenic. Haven’t seen a dentist in
(Uhhhh) You can’t remember?
Baby tooth could buy a pint bruh, it needs removal
Your solution? Buy some time, switch ivory to a gold
Once you quit feeling lower than Tyrian knees to floor
You slipping boy, how you supposed to move forward?
Sniffing out the bitch in you, this doberman huffing
Lucky I don’t pick a snub up and just utter fuck it
Blowing chances like Malkova, you ain’t on the come up
Put yourself so far in debt for PS4 and a plasma
Now Gordo put cash toward it, should
Knock your head back like tortoise ’cause
You don’t help him or even pick the damn phone up
Those eyes not on the prize, or ball, just post mortem
Sitting on Snapchat for ass pics and to blow up?
Boas coiled round your throat showing gold found in phobia?
Nope. Facts & mirrors, facing either? Super laughable bro
Earl Grey black as Idris Alba’s nostrils brew in your skull
Mother fucker, please get outta your dome!
But Jesus Christ, you can’t even freestyle
Spend years writing tracks people won’t hear. Smile
With teeth more yellow than Homer’s piss
A juicy fruit rapper cutting more lines than the Olson twins
Pick your poison, pin up bitches or potpourri?
Contemplating the quarrel, your cranium should be quarantined
Liquid pouring down the steps of your temples, feel the chemistry Of loathing oneself enough to score it with pen ink
Bet he penny pinching on giving two cents towards anything
Watch him elevate; still mope bout that chick he ain’t ever date
The world’s seen better days without that freckled face
Ya fiend for females who can’t screen through his baggage
But TSA get boosted while that ego get damaged
I’m your Smeagule, I’m the reason you don’t seek helping hands Just stare down at your own. I’m the reason they’re clammy
But just remember, sucka: I’m the reason you’re Tabby

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Next – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Next

Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be f*ckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m neeext
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (your b*tch)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.

I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five b*tches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh.

f*ck that lil’ b*tch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your b*tch, she on the jet too (your b*tch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
P***y too good versuri-lyrics.info
Bust in her mouth, f*ck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Serve for breakfast (serve)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna f*ck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah).

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.
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Boss – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Boss

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, oohhh.

Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
f*ck a nigga b*tch don’t care, damn
Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
Told that b*tch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me s**t
Pop 4 xans then I f*cked a nigga’s b*tch
Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
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Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh.

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh.
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Rick Ross – Dead Presidents (feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti) (Rather You Than Me Album)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather You Than Me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
(M-M-Maybach Music) Ain’t nun’ changed, nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser
Maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America, fuck it
(Beat Billionaire)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m pullin’ off the lot, I bought it cash (woah)
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past (woah)
Her ass be lookin’ good inside the leggings (woah)
But I notice that she missin’ all her edges (woah)
I run the game just by runnin’ with the felons (woah)
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics (woah)
Walkin’ in the courtroom, sippin’ on a beverage (woo)
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage (woo)
Pissin’ on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smokin’ on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter (woah)
Still in a box, got him rappin’ acapella (woah)
Can’t trust no people fuckin’ with the reverend (woah)
I got a chopper, boy, don’t make me be the devil (woah)
He knockin’ on the door and know the password (woo)
Gave me his blessings, boy, I’m hotter than the last verse (woo)

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussin’ down a hundred bales in the bathtub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutchin’ on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the, stoop, hangin’ with my Haitians
The murder’s on the, news, all front pages
Young niggas catchin’ bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stackin’ Ben Franks and bought some Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fuckin’ niggas hoes ’cause they easy
I’m in here fuckin’ niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fuckin’ day
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was when I was ashy, nigga?
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy, nigga
Build a empire, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Legoland
Meanwhile, the kids smokin’ like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

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Souleye – Ease That lyrics

Artist: Souleye Title: Ease That Hook Ease that lean back roll me up that
Weed sack / Calling out my ladies on the front and the back / Lean back
Ease that roll me up that weed sack / We we’ve them tracks that ride
Like Cadillac’s / Verse 1 I’ve been all around the world / And easy
To see that most people that I meet / Love blazing on them trees / I’ll
Find it in Fiji where no weed be / Or in Mendo where it’s in every home /
Grown out doors organic is my favorite type / But then again I like that
Indoor bud at night / Smoking sativa in the middle of the afternoon / Get
High motivate party on the move / Even my mom pack that bong / I’ve
Watched my dad smoke all day long / From the rich and the famous / To the
Poor and broke / They all love that dope / Government don’t know I know
My fourth amendment / Can’t search without a warrant / Hook Ease that
Lean back roll me up that weed sack / Calling out my ladies on the front
And the back / Lean back ease that roll me up that weed sack / Wewe’ve
Them tracks that ride like Cadillac’s / Verse 2 Only the best when I’m
Smoking the Sess /
Hawaiian mist I’m on a mystical trip / Puffing an ounce of Kush on the
Couch / Purple urkle got me seeing double now / I’m going to Canada
Man, Japan or Amsterdam / No matter where I’m at I’m going to smoke a
Gram / Four-way endo sipping on that swiss miss / With Mr. Nice here’s
The pipe now hit this / Elevate let’s create everyone together now /
Let’s celebrate / take a break though / If you don’t puff the drow / I
Know there’s those / That don’t smoke so pass it to the left / You
Know how it goes / The rotation is ground breaking /