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Ajj – Kokopelli Face Tattoo Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was a sexy little viper rune
In the corner of a King Tut tomb
When the hate train started
Goin’ “Choo-choo”
I was a rat on a burnin’ ship
And when we sunk, our fire got put out
It was just like the great plague
Just like the birth of underwear
[Chorus]
Hey dude, I hate everything you do
But I’m trying really hard to not hate you
Hating you won’t make you suck any less
[Verse 2]
I was a wheel in a war machine
Now I’m a toilet in a restaurant
Somebody’s gotta do it
I know my place
I was a baby-killin’ Cadillac
Now I’m a drug induced heart attack
Somebody’s gotta do it
I know my place
[Chorus]
Hey dude, I hate everything you do
But I’m trying really hard to not hate you
Hating you won’t make you suck any less
[Bridge]
Have you ever wanted to be
Have you ever wanted to see
Someone better
In the mirror? I bet you’ve got somethin’ beautiful in mind
[Verse 3]
They’re gonna beat me till I’m black and blue
Give me a Kokopelli face tattoo
And I’ll tell you a secret
“Kreuz” is German for “Williams”
In the blood cult of the misled youth
I’ve got a bad case of the yellow flashlight blues
Let me tell you some weird shit
There’s gonna be a big old Civil War inside my house tonight
[Chorus]
Hey dude, I hate everything you do
But I’m trying really hard to not hate you ’cause
Hating you won’t make you suck any less
And hating you won’t make me suck any less
Hating you won’t make you suck any less Have you ever wanted to go
Have you ever wanted to know
Somewhere greener? Somewhere cleaner?

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Sybyr – Zoom Lyrics

[Intro]
You-
When I’m on the road (Road) we go zoom (We go zoom)
Fast enough but not enough to go boom (To go boom)
I’m like King Tut without the ice (Without the ice)
Full of ice, that ain’t me, but I-
[Chorus]
When I’m on the road (Road) we go zoom (We go zoom)
Fast enough but not enough to go boom (To go boom)
I’m like King Tut without the ice (Without the ice)
Full of ice, that ain’t me, but I like (But I like)
[Verse]
Lil’ shine had to tell me “get right” (“Get right”)
Had to hurry up and catch this flight (Another flight)
All these reaching niggas reaching for the hype (For the hype)
That’s how I know I’m coming up, ’cause they bite
I go from rocking current mood to some Nikes
Shawty seeing all the boots, we ’bouta match
Dressing like my raver self, look like I crash
Wanna do four hundred solid on the dash
Trying to get like fifty acres and a mule (A mule)
Turn that mule into a steed, we finna rule (Finna rule)
Turn this whole bitch back to Timbuktu (Timbuktu)
Where we pay in gold like “thank you”
[Chorus]
When I’m on the road (Road) we go zoom (We go zoom)
Fast enough but not enough to go boom (To go boom)
I’m like King Tut without the ice (Without the ice)
Full of ice, that ain’t me, but I like (But I like)
When I’m on the road we go zoom (We go zoom)
Fast enough but not enough to go boom (To go boom)
I’m like King Tut without the ice (Without the ice)
Full of ice, that ain’t me, but I like (But I like)
[Outro]
But I like, but I like, but I like, but I like, but I like

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Zaytoven & Young Dolph – Left Da Bank

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Hello, oh Zay, what’s poppin’?
Oh, I’m finna pull up
I just left the bank, ha

[Chorus]
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (woah, woah)
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (yeah, yeah!)
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (aye, yeah)
I just left the bank, uh I just left the bank (woo)
I just left the motherfucking bank (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I just left the motherfucking bank (yeah, yeah)
I just left the motherfucking bank (uh huh!)
Yeah, I just left the motherfucking bank (woo)

[Verse 1]
I just left the bizank (bank)
Smoking on that stizank (stank)
Swerving in a foreign, on the E-Way, on that drizank (lean)
And my lil’ bitch with me, she so thick, that it’s a shizame (damn)
Yea, we got the same car, but mines cost more and it’s faster (zoom)
Naw, I don’t like rappers, and my lil’ bitch badder (bad)
Every other day, I’m at the bank making deposits (yup)
I carry a bookbag, I can’t do nothing with a wallet (rich racks)
Nine times out of ten I probably got them racks on me (yeah)
Ten times out of ten, you know I got a strap on me (yeah)
All these golden diamonds round my neck like I’m King Tut (aye)
You ain’t seen me bitch, then you ain’t seen nothing

[Chorus]
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (woah, woah)
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (yeah, yeah!)
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (aye, yeah)
I just left the bank, uh I just left the bank (woo)
I just left the motherfucking bank (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I just left the motherfucking bank (yeah, yeah)
I just left the motherfucking bank (uh huh!)
Yeah, I just left the motherfucking bank (woo)

[Verse 2]
Walked in the bank smiling (ha)
Walked out the bank laughing (ha, ha, ha)
Cartier on my glasses (yeah)
Dumping gelato ashes (yeah)
Fifteen, start trapping (trap)
Rutger under my mattress (trap)
I ain’t never owed a nigga shit and I even pay all my taxes (never owed a nigga shit!)
I just left the bank (uh)
House by the lake (uh)
I just cut the front yard had too many snakes (uh)
Ain’t nobody straight, in these streets nobody safe (aye)
I can’t fuck with these niggas cause they broke and petty (damn)
Rose gold Patek (Philippe)
Backseat watching Belly (yeah)
All I need in this life of sin (what’s that?)
Me and my girlfriend (brr)
Makaveli

[Chorus]
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (woah, woah)
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (yeah, yeah!)
I just left the bank, I just left the bank (aye, yeah)
I just left the bank, uh I just left the bank (woo)
I just left the motherfucking bank (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, I just left the motherfucking bank (yeah, yeah)
I just left the motherfucking bank (uh huh!)
Yeah, I just left the motherfucking bank (woo)

[Outro]
Nine times out of ten I probably got them racks on me
Ten times out of ten, you know I got a strap on me
All these golden diamonds ’round my neck like I’m King Tut
You ain’t seen me bitch, then you ain’t seen nothing

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Dreezy – 2nd To None (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

[Verse 1: Dreezy]
I ain’t tripping off no nigga bitch, nah, not at all
I post a pic and make him sick, got bitches logging off
I’m taking blunts straight to the face, shit got me nodding off
Say I’m a headache, but he just gon’ take a Tylenol
I posting bout’ no bitch, nah, we gon’ bring right on your street
Fencing dms and them tweets like when you coming back with that heat?
This shit got em’ shook, I ain’t even that close to reaching my peak
That’s somebody you trying to keep?
Don’t let that nigga come around me
Back on my trouble shit, yeah
Ready to rumble shit yeah
Packing a vault
I got a sauce, he want to double dip, yeah
I’m finna level up on these bitches like fuck all that humble shit, yeah
I want the money, fame, and the whips, and whatever come with it, yeah
Showtime bring the whole game through the back do’
Full riders say good weed and enough food for a fat hoe
No flex, pussy so good, he wanna dive in it, then backstroke
Yeah, I been rich, this act broke like I peep shit then I act slow
But, I’m not nigga

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m shit cause I ain’t never had no pot to piss in
Dick crooked like a muthafuckin politician
I like to wear my shirts with the fucking chains open
I drunk so much pussy last night I got a hangover
It ain’t no sleep until I impregnate my vault
Swagging like I could play back-court for the Hawks
I don’t even think weed strong unless that I cough
In my mama’s house so big she went downstairs and got lost
Secret society, all we got is us
I know I’m blessed cause I don’t believe in luck
Looked in the mirror like, "You the only one that I trust"
And she ain’t even that cute, so I only look at her butt
King Tut with a robe on, Slick Rick with the gold on
Too Short with the hoes on, old school had vogues on em’
Told shorty better hold on, then clicked over said hold on
Then, I hung up on both of em’, then put my clothes on
I’m gone

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

[Verse 3: Dreezy]
Stepping on these bitches’ necks like I’m a chiropractor
Everywhere I go, they call it Jay, say I’m a fire hazard
I ain’t talking about no snitches when I say I’m with the teller
I got all different kinds of minks, but I need that spot like I’m Krewella
Just a south bitch for a quick trip
Big dreams to a little bitch
Pulled up in that four thing, but I ride a nigga like a stick shift
Got some little titties, some big lips
Don’t get it twisted, might get yo’ shit split
My drive ain’t with the shit, so I’m getting high as hell when it lift
Like Wilt Chamberlain, every hit I drop a banger
Just point me to that bag, everybody wanna be famous
All my niggas with me dangerous and your sexy clip hanging
My ex won’t let me go, call that nigga Cliff Hanging
Nah, I ain’t going, so fierce to takeover
Beat a bitch, no makeover
Kill a nigga song, he ain’t on it
Niggas quick to go fake on you
Now, they wondering how that rate going
Ain’t shit free, make him pay for it
Got a pretty pussy, put his face on it

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dreezy]
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m next to a nun, she naked
No disrespect to her, my check long as her confession
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none
You nothing
I’m second to none
I’m second to none

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Slim Thug – Kingz & Bosses (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Fresh up outta dream, feeling like I’m prince Akeem
Two queens makin’ sure my royal penis clean
Made my mind up, I only want the finer things
Went from the hood to living in the West Wing
Live like a king, thing like a boss
‘Cause if I want somethin’ I’ll work my ass off
‘Til I got it no stoppin’, no quittin’, givin’ up ain’t an option
Fuck waitin’, I got my own shit poppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from shoppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from ridin’ Rolls
And sliding in these young niggas fine hoes
Oh, but I’m cold with the game like The Mack
I jump back in the game, make a quick hundred racks
Tell her bring the money back but I’d rather make my own
I decided to be a boss and make a song

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
King Krizzle, King Tut, it ain’t no difference
Chariot still whippin’ while gold still flickin’
Off the paint, yeah, the trunk, shaking like it know the stanky leg
I mix the struggle with the hustle to make bread
Ah mayne, I fit the family with a loaf
A piece off for my unborn to ball on these hoes
You got to save it, got ti pay it, double up and attack them haters
And ‘em racist motherfuckers, they try to take as soon as you make it
Multi and my brand that I own
Alot money tree, but what’s a tree if it ain’t growin’
In my backyard, my cul-de-sac large, I hold my nuts
I got the kind of ice on my grill that I can’t crush, plus my credit good
I spend the money from my sock, you wish your debt could
I wish a million for my partners, they still in the hood
They got skills but ain’t no court to ball
I ain’t talking shooting shots, I’m talkin’ shots to call
Krizzle

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

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Chris Brown – High End (feat. Future & Young Thug)

[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
What’s the total? (yeah, yeah)
What’s the list read?
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones

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Chris Brown – High End Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
Bust down Tony (yeah, yeah)
Bust down [?] (bust down [?])
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones

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Rick Ross – Glory Of War Lyrics (feat. Anthony Hamilton)

RICK ROSS
Glory Of War Lyrics (feat. Anthony Hamilton)

Stevie Wonder on the pianos
Geechi Liberace in the building
Ray Charles on the flute

Sway wallabies, I follow policies
Always give her game every time she swallow me
Shootin’ blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
Niggas posting pictures while I’m posted in Belize
Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees
Being overseas is a daily routine
Young niggas traveling the world, that’s just been in our genes
Put the gang together, now you niggas traumatized
Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan
Scramble like I’m #9 during the summertime
Doubling back #1, I’m doubling back around
Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down
8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound
Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound
In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around
305 nigga ’til they gun me down
Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house
When the shots ring, even cops pause
Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss

Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It’s leather bearing a mere 80 bands
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance

It’s a time for politics and it’s a time to kill
Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers
I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield
And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear
Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000
Tony Draper in H-Town with the coupes out
These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out
Pool party, it’s popping like Uncle Luke house
Fake niggas, it’s time that we pull ya skirts up
At the table and pussy niggas ain’t worth nothing
Couple shooters gotta keep them in the sizzle line
Nothing real in them boobies and this is still alive
Niggas body dropping like a holocaust
The glory of war really your mama loss
First time all your kids got to play together
Holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together

Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It’s leather bearing a mere 80 bands
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance

I cut off some more friends and family members
Hope they know I’m the raw nigga, a cold villain
Haters still hating 50 million later
I’mma tell you like a player, better get some paper
Still can’t believe it all as I walk my halls
Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, “Free my dogs”
Little homie didn’t rob, but he took the charge
Day county niggas still behind ’em bars

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Young Thug – Beat it ft. Jeremih

[Intro]
I really don’t give a fuck about what you niggas sayin’ man
How you niggas feel, nigga I’m bloody
It’s the motherfuckin’ death of me ya dig
I’ll tell you motherfuckers one thing, I’m sayin’

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Hey, I’ve been chillen in-between a couple condos
Dollar bills, real shit on my own
I got it all around, now let me show you what I wanna see
I admit me and Thugger throw pies on it
That’s right me got some titties and thighs on it
I’m gonna fuck around and beat it, put some miles on you
I Know you’ll let me if I ask, Gon shawty bring that ass on
Shawty bring that ass on, legs up put ’em to the sky for me
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Beat it up, stroke it for Thugger
I’mma fuck her with my ice on my poley
Beat lil shawty, fiend for shawty, eat lil shawty up, up, up
Everything presidential, King Tut, what?
Beat that pussy from the back
Beat that pussy from the side, beat that pussy up
Baby get that pussy wet
And I’mma slip in, I’mma slide in and eat that pussy up
Heat it up, eat it up, baby girl, I’m (?)
Hey, I need whole Santa Claus motherfuckers
Suck my balls while it jiggle
And I’m havin’ stripes just like a zebra
Drop top Bentley come through screamin’ on you people
Drinkin’ lean is my motherfuckin’ thing
Same bed as T.I.P. cause I’m a king
Tuck my chain in, I swear it still bling
You ain’t never need anything
Motherfucker what ever you think
Your old lady gon wink, pussy nigga you know

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up

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Young Thug – Beat it ft. Jeremih Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayee
(Ohh ayee)
Aye you know what I really don’t give a fuck about what you
Niggas sayin’ man
Or how you niggas feel, nigga I’m bloody
It’s the motherfuckin’ death of me ya dig
But I must tell you fuckniggas one thing, I’m sayin’

[Hook: Young Thug]
Uh, Hey!
Hey!
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block
I’mma beat it, beat it, beat it upppp
Come here baby let me beat it, beat it, beat it uppp

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Hey, I’ve been chillen in-between a couple condos
Dollar bills, real shit in my eye only
I got it all around, now let me show you what I wanna see
I admit me and Thugger throw pies on it
That’s right me got some titties and thighs on it
I’m gonna fuck around and beat it, put some miles on you
I Know you’ll let me if I ask, Gon shawty bring that ass on
Legs up put ’em to the sky for me
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block
I’mma beat it, beat it, beat it upppp
Come here baby let me beat it, beat it, beat it uppp

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Beat it up, stroke it for Thugger
I’mma fuck her with my ice on the poley
Beat lil shawty, fiend for shawty, eat lil shawty up, up, up, up
Everything presidential, King Tut, what?
Beat that pussy from the back
Beat that pussy from the side, beat that pussy up
Baby get that pussy wet
And I’mma slip in, I’mma slide in and eat that pussy up
Heat it up, eat it up, baby girl I’mma beat that pussy up
Hey, I need whole Santa Claus motherfuckers
Suck my balls while it jiggle
And I’m havin’ stripes just like a zebra
Drop top Bentley come through screamin’ on you people
Drinkin’ lean is my motherfuckin’ thing
Same bed as T.I.P. cause I’m a king
Tuck my chain in, I swear it still bling
Yeen ain’t never need anything
Motherfucker what ever you think
Your old lady gon wink, pussy nigga you know

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block

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Andrew Jackson Jihad – Kokopelli Face Tattoo lyrics

I was a sexy little viper ruin
In the corner of a King Tut tomb
When the hate train started
Going choo choo.

I was a rat on a burning ship
When we sunk, our fire got put out.
It was just like the great plague,
It’s like the birth of underwear.

Hey dude I hate everything you do
But I’m trying really hard to not hate you
Hating you won’t make you suck any less

I was a wheel in a war machine
Now I’m a toilet in a restaurant
Somebody’s gotta do it
I know my place

I was a baby killing Cadillac
Now I’m a drug induced heart attack
Somebody’s gotta do it
I know my place

Have you ever wanted to be
Have you ever wanted wanted to see
Someone better, in the mirror

Have you ever wanted to go
Have you ever wanted to know
Somewhere greener, somewhere cleaner

I bet you got something beautiful in mind

They’re gonna beat me till I’m black and blue
Give me a kokopelli face tattoo
And I’ll tell you a secret
Christ is German for Williams

In the blood cult of the wayward youth
I’ve got a bad case of the yellow flashlight blues
Let me tell you some weird shit
Civil war, civil war