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Katie Tropp – Your Worst Nightmare Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m like Jason, Freddy Kruger and Michael Myers combined…
I’m your worst nightmare! With every rhyme I’m killin’ on the grind…
I’m your worst nightmare! [Verse 2]
I know you think you wanna get to know me
The thing is I ain’t fake or phony
To be my homie don’t think you control me
I’ll take my chances all alone because I don’t get lonely
I may be quiet but my thoughts are loud
They can fill a radius like an atomic cloud
Yeah I pounce I’m gonna take you down
Rip all of you apart with every word outta my mouth
I got you bleeding, pleading for your life
I can see the fear through the tears forming in your eyes
Yeah your cries make me realize
How much I like killin’ people with my rhymes
I know I’m twisted in a different kind of way
You got me in the zone and you know I’m actin’ cray
You can try to go home but you still won’t get away
Because once you set me off I keep burning like a flame! I ain’t right and you know I’ve lost my mind…
I’m your worst nightmare! Over time you know you’re gonna find…
I’m your worst nightmare! With every rhyme I’m killin’ on the grind…
I’m your worst nightmare! Over time you know you’re gonna find…
I’m your worst nightmare! I ain’t right and you know I’ve lost my mind…
I’m your worst nightmare! Over time you know you’re gonna find…
I’m your worst nightmare! [Hook]
I’m like Jason, Freddy Kruger and Michael Myers combined…
I’m your worst nightmare! [Hook]
I’m like Jason, Freddy Kruger and Michael Myers combined…
I’m your worst nightmare! [Verse 1]
Here we go I got another beat
And I think it’s time for me to eat
I wouldn’t sleep on me cuz I’m a beast
I’m in your dreams and it ain’t the way it seems
I’m not naked or on top of you
Or maybe I am but you cannot move
You’re thinkin’ to yourself “Oh what’s she gonna do?”
Then I pull my knife out just to set the mood
Your hearts racing you’re like “What the f**k?”
Doin’ whatever you can just to wake up
But you’re stuck with a krazy nut
Who will bathe in your blood just because it’s fun
No regard for a human life
At the end of the day you’re all a blight
Not a light just a worthless sight
You’re all so f**kin’ trite it made me lose my mind! [Verse 3]
My hands are bloody and I ain’t had enough
I look around and all I see are your guts
Splattered on the walls you’re lookin’ kinda rough
I know I’m outta touch with emotions and such
You can tell from the smile on my face
That a serial killa is what I’m born to be
I’m ornery and kinda horny
You know stabbin’ turns me on so let’s keep going
My knife runs deep, so deep, so deep
Put your ass to sleep
None of ya’ll bitches got shit on me
Because I cut so nice that the scene is clean
Close your eyes and you know you gonna find out
That Katie Tropp is a mutha f**kin’ psycho
I hit you hard kinda like a cyclone
I’ma split you in half like a zygote! With every rhyme I’m killin’ on the grind…
I’m your worst nightmare! I ain’t right and you know I’ve lost my mind…
I’m your worst nightmare!

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Juice WRLD – Some More Lyrics

[Chorus]
Love don’t love me
Bitch I know
But the drugs still love me
That’s for sure
She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
All I know is count the money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more

[Verse]
Say she want my heart, she can’t afford it
Maybe cause I’m on my way to getting on the Forbes list
Pretty Jiggy nigga, can’t ignore it
Ballin’ bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan
Sip Codeine, I’m snorin
Til’ the mornin’
Got the heater on my hip, like global warmin’
Run up you get shot, this is a warnin’
Freddy Kruger in your dreams, I’m filled with torment
She say that she love my bitch, whatever that means
I remember her and our friends were laughin’ at me
Now they tell me I can fuck, that shit so funny to me
Lost 10 thousand playin’ basketball, 100 to me

[Chorus]
Love don’t love me
Bitch I know
But the drugs still love me
That’s for sure
She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
All I know is count the money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more

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Tee Grizzley – Tee Grizzley x Offset x London Lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Smoking up [??], lungs open up
Jumping in that pussy like it’s double dutch (ugh)
Drop a trace of [??] in my double cup (double cup)
Hit it with the fork, I beat it upper cut
[??] burn up on they knees (woo)
Frost up in my AP, double it up with Patek Phillipe (Phillipe)
Murder while he sleep like Freddy Kruger, Elm Street (arrgh)
Hundreds like I’m neat (neat)
Fuck ’em by the three (three)
Pockets on Monique (Monique)
We got stripes like referees (stripes)
Shawty so petitie but suck the dick just like a leech (woo)
Moonwalk on the bitch like Billie Jean, she [??] my feet (woo)
My drip is [??] hundreds what I seek
Perfect physique, I tape a brick off to your cheek (brick)
Trapping out the bando, we got blow just like a leaf (blow)
Chopper get to eating, biting, we gon’ have a feast (argh)
Golden ticket, [??] speak unless it’s brief

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

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Fabolous, Chris Brown & Velous – Flipmode (Remix)

[Intro: Velous]
Flipmode, flipmode (let’s go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 1: Velous]
Faded off the woohah (woo)
You know I’m faded off the woohah (woo)
Bustin’, bustin’ out the trap (trap)
In the coupe doing laps (skrrt)
Got me a Dominican mami (yeah)
Folding paper, origami (yeah)
Ragger, ragger on sight (yeah)
Spliff Star off the hype (yeah)
Ain’t got no time to fall in love (love)
Ain’t no time to fall in love (love)
When the push come to shove (sheesh)
Money all I ever love (sheesh)
Gary Payton with the glove (yeah)
O.J Simpson with the glove (yeah)
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above (sheesh)
Shooter, shooters on deck (yeah)
Still banging with the set (yeah)
30 thousand in the P.J (woo)
Got my niggas out the ‘jects (yeah)
Surfin’ through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down (woo)
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost

[Chorus: Velous & Fabolous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah, Loso)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Told shawty, make it clap (clap)
Shawty, just make it clap (clap)
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta Curry up
Somethin’ foreign when I’m skurtin’ up (skrrt)
If they comin’, better hurry up (skrrt)
Wrist game, I’ma stir it up (whip it)
‘Til the white McFlurry up (whip it)
Mickey D’s, I’m lovin’ it
Super bad, McLovin’ it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt (woah)
Now she callin’ out my government (woah)
Freddy Kruger with the glove (glove)
Michael Jackson with the glove (glove)
Keep it lit and get the money (yeah)
I do both of the above (yeah)
I’ve been juggin’ since flip phones
Bedrockin’ like Flinstones
Doin’ numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty ’bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that but I

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, go ‘head with it (woo)
Baby, bust it open out the roof (woo)
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin’ brand new, flipmode
I got a new bitch. flipmode
All the money I get, flipmode
You don’t ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it’s simple (woo)
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby (yeah)
What you doing? Let’s just start with foreplay (yeah)
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning, your lips turn me on, baby
Smo-smoke one with me, let’s get faded (yeah)
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don’t even know, said she got a man at home, I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring? (woo)

[Chorus: Velous & Chris Brown]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (down, fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
I told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (oh)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (for me)
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (ow)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (sheesh)