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Marshmello and more make major donations to blacks’ rights organizations

Source: Marshmello and more make major donations to blacks’ rights organizations In the past week, Kayzo, Ghastly, Deorro, Svdden […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. With Virgil Abloh, artistic director of Louis Vuitton’s menswear collection and CEO of the trendy label Off-White, being called out for only sharing a screenshot donation for $50, it’s nice to see that many EDM producer/DJs are being more generous. Today, Marshmello donated $50,000 to the NAACP.

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Virgil Abloh Called Out For $50 Donation To BLM Movement

The issue of how much celebrities and the wealthy should donate has been an issue for years, most recently with […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: Virgil Abloh Called Out For $50 Donation To BLM Movement Virgil Abloh, artistic director of Louis Vuitton’s menswear collection and CEO of the trendy label Off-White, as well as DJ, is currently being flamed on Twitter for his $50 donation to a protesters’ bail fund.

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Pop Smoke – Like Me Lyrics (feat. PnB Rock)

[Intro: PnB Rock & Pop Smoke]
Othello on the beat
You fire, ooh, ooh
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin’ for a man, you got the right one
She feelin’ me, she say, “You so wavy, boy, you sexy, yeah, you fire”
Look
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
I’m like, “What’s crackin’?” She like, ”Pop, I got a man”
I’m like, “Damn, how you know me?” Say she got me on the ‘Gram
I say, “Look, I understand, but baby, I’m the fan
‘Cause you the baddest bitch I ever seen walk on the land”
She say, “What’s that on your face?” And I say, “It’s a cold world”
Way you bitin’ your lips though got me like “Oh, girl”
Get money and stay aggressive, baby, it’s your world
Martin talkin’ to Gina, baby, you go, girl
Who you with? Look
Let me f**k you, let me suck you, let me eat you, let me hold you
Let me beat up on that pussy like a real nigga’s supposed to
If you ain’t know I had the power, let me show you
Shark on your plate, we eatin’ dinner at Nobu
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & PnB Rock]
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin’ for a man, you got the right one
She said, “Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real, girl, I’m lookin’ for a wifey
She feelin’ me, she say, “Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire”
[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
I’ma call you every day at twelve o’ clock, “How you doin’?” like Wendy
About your day and that new bag that I bought you from Fendi
I’ma treat you right as long as you let me
Louis Vuitton and Giuseppes, all I do is chase fetti
Know I ride with that semi, so let me know when you ready
I’ma pull up in a Benz, just finished collectin’ funds
Grabbin’ on your ass, got a Rollie on my wrist
Baby, you could bring a friend, that’s when the party begin
All them tigers on my collar ain’t always just been Gucci
Ridin’ past your block bumpin’ YFN Lucci
You sayin’ talkin’ is cheap, so you know I had to prove it
So I made this song so you can add it to your music
I’m top tier, yeah, I ain’t never kept it Nancy
But like Jamie Foxx, I’ma always keep you fancy
Gucci trench, feel like fishin’ gear
Put me on any block, you know I’ma get it there
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & PnB Rock]
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
You say you lookin’ for a man, you got the right one
She said, “Boy, you handsome, boy, you sexy, boy, you fire”
You ain’t never met another nigga like me
Keep it real, girl, I’m lookin’ for a wifey
She feelin’ me, she say, “Boy, you wavy, you so sexy, boy, you fire”
[Outro: PnB Rock]
You fire, yeah, yeah
You fire, yeah, woo ‘Cause if I shoot, I’ma shoot that, woo and I’ma woo back
Yeah, I’m from the floss, you know the language
I put it on the table so that everything is clear
Put them diamonds on your necklace to match them on your ear
She like, “Send me a text”
The end of the night, she was laid up in the bed
Liftin’ up her dress, had her bent over the ledge
Kissin’ on her neck when she went to give me head
What’s next? I’m with the lions and gorillas, gangbangers and drug dealers
All them scammers and them killers who I hang with
Yeah, I taste good, ain’t no onions on my sandwich
I’m 823 and everybody know I’m sanctioned
Why?

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Thug Love Lyrics

Yeah
You tellin’ me that you want thug love
But you don’t even kiss me when we making love
And that’s how I knew that you was a dog
I cannot blame you
I can’t even lie, I was the same, too
I might be the reason, yeah, I changed you
Girl, I never meant to play you
Now you don’t trust niggas (Trust niggas)
The same way I don’t trust bitches (Trust bitches)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I was a dog, nigga (Dog)
A thug nigga with a heart (A thug nigga with a heart)
[Interlude]
*Heartbeat and dogs barking*
*Gunshots*
[Verse 2]
Niggas finna send shots tryna get even
Headshot, leave you like a vegetable with needles, yeah
Rattin’, that’s gon’ make them niggas run up on your people, yeah, yeah
Can’t be eatin’ on no cheese, that’s it, nigga, nah
I just wanna be a rock star like The Beatles
I ain’t no f**king stuntman, Evel Knievel
But I can get you stuck, man, f**k is you thinking, nigga? Shooting like a Jumpman, 23 ’em, yeah, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
Yeah, okay, I used to bust juggs with my right hand
Yeah, okay, I used to bag it up with my left hand
To this day I never read the Bible so I might sin, yeah
Okay, yeah, that’s Boogie in your nightmares
I ain’t wanna be a pain, never do it right, yeah
I just hope my daughter never meet a nigga like me
‘Cause I swear I already know that nigga’s grimy
Yeah, that’s how I feel, nigga
I f**ked a lot of niggas’ bitches and they still with ’em
And all the niggas that’s with me, they was there since lil’ niggas
And they the type to go catch a body and not tell niggas
[Bridge]
But it’s so hard to tell, though
I just hope you never tell, though, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, just hold it down, yo, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, stick to the damn code, yeah, yeah
I cheated on my girl so she want
All of— All of my passcodes
I was a asshole, I made up time for her
Bought her Louis Vuitton, Chanel, and Tom Ford, yeah
[Verse 3]
But you say you want thug love (Say you want thug love)
But this ain’t no f**king love song, yeah, yeah (Ain’t no f**kin’ love song)
Ah, ah, pretty when you cry, ah (Pretty when you cry)
Pullin’ on your panty strings, put ’em to the side, oh
Wake up, hit it while you still got your thong on, yeah, nah, nah (While you got your thong on)
You say you want thug love, you don’t (You want thug love)
Even kiss me when we make love, oh, yeah, yeah (Kiss me when we make love)
You say that I’m a dog, oh
[Outro]
But you don’t even kiss when we make love, oh [Intro]
It’s crazy, you’re still pretty when you cry
We got London on the track
[Verse 1]
She want that thug love, yeah
But this ain’t no f**king love song
It’s crazy you’re still pretty when you cry
Push your panty strings over to the side
Gon’ wake up and hit it, why you got your thong on?

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Yung Lev – Can You See Me Now Lyrics

everybody thinkin we be crazy
Clouds and my imagination – those who raised me
Try to erase me
Find all my best shit
Steal that from my spaceship
Copy and paste it
Now I do not need nobody, I’m feeling this
I make my own thing – f**k up all the frequencies
[Hook]
Diamonds on my wrist they blinkin bright at night
Can you see me now? [Hook]
Diamonds on my wrist they blinkin bright at night
Can you see me now? [Verse 2]
Stop telling me shit you gotta grow up
Tell me where u at, guaranteed, i pull up
What you got? Carrying a lot Louis Vuitton my bag
Can you see me now? Can you see me now? [Verse 1]
18 dyed my money blue we ain’t racing
Chase me – get your ass burnt with some lazers
Crazy. oh, trust me, not a problem
If he dont like my shit imma drop him
And yeah they f**king mad but I see no one of them when i drive by
Got a lot on me so i show it and now your bestfriend is on my side
You know I hit you with the beat make your roof slide
Yea you know I’m playing those keys right
Yeah we getting high on the seaside
Yeah iced out trust me nothing inside
My phone blowing in the airport like a c4
Smoking reefer
Headphones on and im like in a cathedral
Yeah she’s gone i don’t need her
[Hook]
Diamonds on my wrist they blinkin bright at night
Can you see me now
Buying what i want now im wearing all white
Can you see me now? Can you see me now? Buying what i want now im wearing all white
Can you see me now? Buying what i want now im wearing all white
Can you see me now? Can you see me now? Carrying a lot Louis Vuitton my bag
Can you see me now? Can you see me now?

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Juice WRLD – Troubled Kids Lyrics

(Come on)
I feel like bustin’ loose (I do), but I’m not Nelly, ho (Uh-uh), yeah
Throw a party on that ass, throw confetti on it (Throw confetti)
By confetti, I mean different color money
I keep more than hunnids comin’
[Post-Chorus]
Oh yeah, I got pounds, I got bills, I got chronos
I got pesos, I got euros, I got chronos
I got green, I got blue, she got red nose
She got red from doin’ all the white, ohh
[Outro]
(Hit-Boy) Play this song
[Intro]
(Hit-Boy)
(G. I feel like bustin’ loose, but I’m not Nelly, ho, yeah
Throw a party on that ass, throw confetti on it
By confetti, I mean different color money
I keep more than hunnids comin’
[Post-Chorus]
Oh yeah, I got pounds, I got bills, I got chronos
I got pesos, I got euros, I got chronos
I got green, I got blue, she got red nose
She got red from doin’ all the white, ohh
[Verse 1]
(Let’s go) Percocet and the car in steer (Oh)
My vision blurry, hell (Uh-huh)
But no way, I’m not scared (Oh)
You know I do not care (Oh)
Cops, they on my trail (Uh-huh)
Put the coke in your derrière
And you better not tattletale (Uh-huh)
In the midnight air, we lit (Uh)
We a bunch of troubled kids (Uh-huh)
Screamin’ “Fuck the scholarships” (Uh-huh)
We won’t acknowledge it (Uh-uh)
We need acknowledgment (Uh-huh)
Motherfucker better pay they respects (Uh-huh)
I’m playin’ on a cello, smokin’ cigarillos and Rambo totin’ my TEC (Uh-huh)
I done made it out the ghetto, stay out the ghetto forever (Yeah), I’m done with that (Uh-huh)
If I go broke, I’ma rob these Hollywood folks (Yeah), I ain’t comin’ back (Uh-uh)
Baby, where you at? Ry got me)
[Chorus]
Spend it all, make it all back, make it all
Find out where her hotel at so she can take it off
Watch her as she takes it off
Louis Vuitton don bras, the PrimaDonna drawers
It’s gettin’ hot in here, won’t you take off your clothes? (Uh-huh)
Let me get back on track (Let’s go)
Send yo’ ‘telly address (Uh-huh)
And I’ma come break yo’ back (Let’s go)
[Chorus]
Spend it all, make it all back, make it all
Find out where her hotel at so she can take it off
Watch her as she takes it off (Takes it off)
Louis Vuitton don bras, the PrimaDonna drawers (Yeah)
It’s gettin’ hot in here (It is), won’t you take off your clothes?

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Quando Rondo – Double C’s Lyrics

Two or one? Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just been band over Louis Vuitton(mmh)
VVS is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa seen ’em while I’m asleep
Throw them C’s up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week(uuh)
[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
[Verse 2]
My name in the phone is the muth’fckn savage
You see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I’m not like the others, I’m way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
A Rollie be blindin’, she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing when I look at the past
Get some head on the floor I’mma fuck on the mattress
Double juice thats the best, I be swerving in traffic
She fuck with me ’cause I live what am rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So full of death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin’ so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the wagon
You gotta fuck her you know I’m not capping
I don’t wanna talk first night I’m smashing
If you see ’em on my block they know what’s cracking
[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’ Play this song
[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)
[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty ought tote, th’ fuck is a scope
One at the head, better back it up
Who wanna fuck?

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Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch
[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move? Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world
[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move? I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

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Stitches – I’m the Plug Lyrics

[Chorus]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you how I feel (Dimelo!)
Good, you should see my new car, V-12 under my hood
Drivin’ my (?), rocking Louis Vuitton
I go so hard in this bitch, selling cocaine im so rich

[Verse 2]
I know that you hate, but it’s okay
I used to eat McDonalds, now I eat fish and steak
I got the work in Day County, I got the work in Chicago
I feel like El Chapo, I feel like Pablo

[Verse 3]
In mexico, the call me narcotrafficante (for real)
Ponte lo (?), you don’t want no residue
I’m the landlord (yeh), I’m the drug lord (yeh)
You better pay me my money (my money!), or I’m killin’ you

[Chorus]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

[Outro]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

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Kanye West – Because of You (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yeezy, Ne-Yo, the remix ayo
I think it’s time to hit ’em with the Mase flow
My uh, she was gettin the best of me
But oooh, child, you my destiny
And I know it’s especially
Hard with all these girls just testing me
Uh, and you gon’ question me
If she even stand next to me
But you should laugh, ’cause you my better half
And these girls just fighting over the rest of me (c’mon!)
Right now it feels so crazy
I know she just some lady
And my outfit is just so 80’s
Not to mention McLaren Mercedes
And the 26 in-inch rim whee-eels
Look so good with your 6-inch heels
Fly shit that you be on
Gucci on, aligned by Louis Vuitton
And we high as the way we cruising on
High like I, like Mercury
Why do I mention the solar system?
Cause, you in my soul and system
And we gon’ take her home with this one
I got something that you gon’ like
You got something that I can’t fight
We got something that we both gon’ ride

[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
And I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
Think of it every second, I can’t get nothing done
Only concern is the next time, I’m gonna get me some
Know I should stay away from, cause it’s no good for me
I try and try but my obsession won’t let me leave

[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it
Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it
I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

[Outro: Ne-Yo]
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Over you, over you, over you
Because of you
And it’s all because of you
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug, she’s the sweetest drug

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French Montana – No Stylist lyrics

[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist

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88rising – JAPAN 88 Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
You know what I’m sayin’
I just- that’s just how I like to do it, know what I’m sayin’ (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, baby you dig (Dexter)
Dexter (Dexter)
Ooh, huh, wait, what
Uh, yeah, what

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 1: Verbal]
Tokyo that’s my town, listen now
What you doing, where’s ya man’s
See my gold, meet my people, see my phone
Got a line, from a girl, and it’s flavour
Where we going, Yakatory [?]
Lemon sour we devour, got my diamonds, got my furs
Gahman says, “let’s get lit, super lit, very, very lit”
Red red alert, paparazzi many trolls, following the way we roll
See my chain chain, it’s been cold
See my gang gang, see how deep we roll
Karaoke sang sang, till the early morn’
Don’t worry how I became a [?] chati
Now we talk about Ferraris (vroom)
And we make it look easy
P.K.C on his boys I know you see me, yah (see me)
And we me it look easy
Famous Dex, Keith Ape I know you see me

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man?)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Keith Ape]
In Japan, poppin’ xans, drink some [?]
Kill the shows and the cone and the grams
Baby girl, give me brain, heal my pain
I need dope, I need grams, I need M’s
I need more, I need grams, I need M’s
[Korean]
? in Jakarta
Louis Vuitton, duffle bag
’03 Nigo on my wrist
’03 Nigo on my fist
Bape stars on my fist
Spent a ticket on my feet

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

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Martin Brygmann – Fuck Nu Har Jeg Glemt Mit Kort lyrics

Jeg har booket bord på endnu en restaurant
Glæd jer til en outstanding Chateaubriand
Tung Grand Cru-klasse med kokasse-ouverture
Vi ska’ en tur til Frankrig, og den bli’r pissedyr

‘pagne med brus
Og så i spa/wellness
Saltscrub og gus
Cigaren er tændt og
Limoen venter natten lang

Fuck, nu har jeg glemt mit kort
Lægger du ud, så’ du krafteddermame en snut
Nu skal vi i byen for hårdt
Gi’r du entréen, 5 shots og en flaske sprut?

Morgenmad i London, frokost i Dubai
(bye bye)
Du vælger bare en kjole – hvad der passer dig
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, eller en Jean-Paul Gaultier
Og hvis du er i tvivl, så får du dem alle tre

Fjorten karat
Tingel-tangel om halsen
Prinsessen er smart
Du’ mindblowing skøn
Og der kommer han med regningen

Fuck, nu har jeg glemt mit kort
Lægger du ud, så’ du krafteddermame en snut
Nu skal vi i byen for hårdt
Gi’r du entréen, 5 shots og en flaske sprut?

Fuck, nu har jeg glemt mit kort
Lægger du ud…

Quality time med far
I får sgu 12 kugler i jeres vaffelis
Turpas, I løber bare
Kærligheden kender ingen pris

Fuck, nu har jeg glemt mit kort
Og jeg er sikker på jeg havde det lige før da jeg gik hjemmefra
Fuck, nu har jeg glemt mit kort
Jeg må ha’ tabt, jeg må ha’ tabt det… et sted
Fuck, nu har jeg glemt mit kort
Åhr! Det skete også sidste weekend!
Fuck, nu har jeg glemt mit kort
Der må være gået hul i min lomme

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Lady Gaga – Filthy Pop (Demo 2) Lyrics

[Intro]
Spin that shit now
Spin that shit now
Filthy, you’re so filthy

[Verse 1]
Hello, Mr. Radio
Got our pink lights, and a funny, money retro sound, sound
Spin that shit
Spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
Dance, Mr. Radio nerd
How ’bout we trade them speakers for these new Jimmy Choo sneakers?
What do you say? What do you say?

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin it ’cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

[Verse 2]
Hello, Mr Radio
This beat’s expensive, super pop
Intensive, yeah, spin that shit
Spin it ’til it’s platinum
Hello, Mister “I’m a sick kisser”
Yeah, so’s my sister
How ’bout we kick the speakers with my new Louis Vuitton sneakers

[Pre-Chorus]
Filthy, you’re so filthy
Filthy, you’re so filthy

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

[Bridge]
Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (spin that shit now)
Pop, pop pop, we’re doing real, filthy pop (Spin that shit now)
We might make you queasy, but believe me
When I say this music’s filthy
Yeah, this music’s filthy (filthy oh, so filthy)

[Chorus]
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit (spin that shit now), spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby (spin that shit now)
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby (filthy oh, so filthy)
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous
Play it for me baby
Give it to me real, filthy pop
Spin that shit, spin in cause it’s fabulous

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – She Love A

[Intro]
Ness on the beat

[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy

[Verse]
I don’t really wanna fight, yeah, I got a gun, ayy
I don’t like it when you bite baby, use your tongue, ayy
I can make you my Beyoncé, I you want, ayy
I’ma bang you like LeBron, ayy, give me 1 K
I can party on a Sunday, if I want, ayy
Cop a Rari on a Monday and hit my Tay-K
And I know she drive me crazy, but that’s my baby
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, but just call me baby
They can’t wait to catch me slippin’, I’ma leave ’em waitin’
If we hit ’em up, just promise me you never say shit
You know Bubba, that’s my brother, but we ain’t related
You can catch him in the cut with his eyes lazy
In the Bentley, now I’m yellin’ "Fuck a train station"
Got a mansion and a condo, never missed a payment
I spent 17 thousand on a diamond bracelet
Got the money and the power, and they started hatin’

[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy

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Kodak Black – I Be On The Way Lyrics

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Aye I’m booted up out my mup
I’m on my way, I burned the clutch though
I got a lot to tell ya but right now I just wanna fuck though
I love you from the bottom of my heart but bae I’m cutthroat
That pussy good but tonight I wanna stick it in yo’ butt though
I say what I want when I wanna say it, I’m blunt baby
I mixed the KK with the cookie, stuffed it in my blunt
In the cell with a razor blade in my mat
I don’t shave but I hid the razor in my bunk
Pull up and I don’t honk
Hop out then I dump
My steering wheel on the right, it’s enough room in the trunk
I ain’t gon’ bump the horn or hit the horn when I pull up in yo’ front
Hit it on the porch or in the Porsche, kick it then I punt

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be your night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Beep, we in a pink Jeep Rubicon
Nothin’ cheap, free, rockin’ Gucci with the Louis Vuitton
Uh
And my son name King Khalid
Bag a nigga ass and do the dash, yeah, need for speed
Layin’ on yo’ ass, I’m in yo’ grass, you gon’ need to retreat
Sniper Gang, you think I’m playin’ all them games, you gon’ need retreat
I love you, we can’t get too deep
I skeet before I go to sleep
We can’t lay up in the sheets
Skeet, go back to the streets
Go back to the streets, you don’t belong to me
Yo’ heart in the streets, it don’t belong to me
Let yo’ soul bleed, pour it on the beat
Yo’ heart in the streets, ya soul belong to me

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

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Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

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Sevn Alias – Patsergedrag lyrics

Sevn Alias with “Patsergedrag” featuring Boef en Lil’ Kleine.

Patsergedrag lyrics

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Alias, ik stress niet om ho’s enzo
Money viel, nu vallen ze net domino
Heb ik tijd, mag ze rijden, geen rodeo
Ben ik druk, zie ik je niet, ogen Tokyo
Ik rook goeie hash, ik voel het in m’n zakken
Maar ik geef het uit alsof ik rijk ben
Chain icey en m’n pols eng
Dit is Louis Vuitton, geen Mybrand
Kan niet met je meepraten over verlies
Verdriet wanneer ik je broke met de kerst zie
Ironisch want ik vier niet eens kerst
Jij bent veteraan, jij was vroeger aan net Hersi
Ik krijg love van de buurt want ik geef de buurt love
Ik heb liefde voor m’n broeders net Jerzzy
Eerst wilde ze niks maar nu wil ze dick
Ze deed stiff maar nu duikt ze en ze kopt, van Persie

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik bied met je pekie je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dat is patsergedrag

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‘t Is je boy uit de hoofdstad (woo)
Kom zitten op m’n schoot, schat
Skip je vriend als ‘ie broke was (ja)
Die kleine jongen dacht effe dat ‘ie groot was
Heel veel cash, maar je boy heeft ook pas
Ja, je bitch stapt in, we gaan, let’s go (yes)
En m’n money is lang, dat is echt zo (echt)
Dit is Jack $hirak, geen Esko
Kleine jongen, kom eens kijken hoe ik stacks blow
Je bent geen Biggie Daggoe maar een leningtrekker
Je vrouw helpt me steeds met m’n paper tellen
Echt waar, ik ga je één ding zeggen
Ik heb schijt aan jou, ik ben nog steeds mezelf
Zegt de juf van vroeger en de meester effe
Dat we heel dik gaan, ja, we leven lekker (ja)
Ik pak 5 voor een show en geef de helft aan m’n paps (aan m’n paps)
Motherf*cker, ik verdeel het effe

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Nam die risico’s, je moet durven
Zij wil knuffelen, we verdubbelen
Stack is dik nu, vroeger dunneren
Want het liep niet maar nu runnen we
Ja, ik ben op patsergedrag
Vijf shows, 30K wat ik klap in de nacht
Ik ben eindelijk rijk, had niks anders verwacht
Ik ben boos op je stage maar ik lach naar de bank
Haha (haha!) bro, wat’s aan de hand?
Vijf kop op Real bro, wat’s met de stand, ja?
Als ik win, boek een trip naar Sri Lanka
Gaat het mis, moet ik effe naar de Gamma
Voor die boys met avondklokken
Ga je money pikken, ben je vaak betrokken?
Deze rare jongen maakte zware sprongen
Ben op hoge winst en op lage kosten, ja

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap
Ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

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Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

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4 heures du mat – Jul paroles

Paroles Jul – 4 heures du mat

J’me laisse aller, tu connais ma vie j’vais pas l’étaler
Trop d’frères en taule, l’addition est salée
J’t’aime mais tu prends la confiance ça y est
S**t en plaquette, faut le détailler
J’ai écris sur mon tél’, j’ai zapper le cahier
Descente de flics on s’est tous taillés
J’commence le son à 4 heures, j’ai pas l’temps de bailler
J’ai bu des flashs, j’ai la tête ailleurs
Cambute, ça ouvre ta porte à la MacGyver
Les p’tits ont les crocs, ils refrappent le sider
Sur l’autoroute zig-zags à la Ghost-Rider
J’ai tellement zoné, j’connais tous les chemins
J’m’entraine à cabrer en levant les deux mains
J’arrive le soir au stud’, j’pose jusqu’au lendemain
Aux Baumettes, voila ou la gratte te mène
Je cours dans la tess
Versuri-lyrics.info
Les flics ils crient “arrêtez-vous !”
J’en ai plein la tête ma gueule sur le grand-père, ça m’rend fou
Faut qu’j’évacue, j’fasse mon tour
J’connais les cachettes en bas des tours
Rabaisser mes potes, j’suis pas la pour.(4 heures du mat)

J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent
J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent.(4 heures du mat)

Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air. (x2)

On m’a crevé mon p-neu-neu
Malade tu veux le-le-le beuh
Et alcool-le-le (et alcool-le-le)
Et dans ma tête ça tourne là
Me calcule pas, je fais l’sourd
Je sais c’que ça dit sur moi
Qui est vraiment là pour moi
Y’a Nemoi, Prince, Tchyco, So, Ger, Yliesse et Mehdi
J’ai rien sur moi, pars obligé d’me faire un crédit
Les équipes pétés, la larme aux yeux
Et j’oublie pas les bons hommes aux cieux
J’ai grandi, appelle-moi “Monsieur”
Je suis aigri et souvent soucieux
Pour toi this is that we do
J’suis au stud’ chez Kakou et Hamido
T’as vu nos têtes, on fait pas d’judo
C’est jamais qu’on tirera l’rideau
J’ai ma sacoche Louis Vuitton
J’pose avec, je suis dans les temps
J’me sens à l’aise comme au guidon
Sur l’autoroute, j’m’entraine jusqu’à Berre l’étang.

J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent
J’suis fier, j’ai b’soin de dégun et même des fois j’parle seul
Chez moi ça parle de gagner les minchs m’harcèlent.

Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’air
Laisse-moi, j’ai b’soin d’airrr. (x4)
Jul paroles
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Trouble – Kamal Raja lyrics

Lyrics Kamal Raja – Trouble

Baby girl drop low winding over me
Yeah, you apart girl drop it on me
Ni main keha sanu tu vikha
That you checking on me
Saheliyan de naal
But you’re looking only.(trouble)

Oh baby kita ve mind tu crack
Sab tu flyers te baaki ne wack
I ain’t no lie, I’m ..
De de sign and we backbone the track.

Jadon oh langhe sab ho janda slow
Level ae high
Saare ohde below
Sadi ae life reality show
Jide tu naal ae
I know’re with your bro.

Kudi tu far far oh no
Panga tu pa pa oh no. (x2)

Aye kudiye tu troubleee ae
Trouble trouble ae troubleee ae trouble ae
She gonna mess-up the floor
My life di model ae model ae model ae
Model ae model ae
I think that you are the one.

Aye kudiye tu troubleee ae
Troubleee troubleee ae troubleee ae troubleee ae
She gonna mess-up the floor
The way she wobble at wobble wobble at
Sanu vakha what you want.

Knock Knock! dekho aya hai kaun
Daddy is back with a troubleee and song
Everything on lock yeah just like a don
Karda no lai baby you’re the bomb, baby.

Darda tu karni ae check
Kari na worry I’m checking your back
Girl I’m fire on every track
You wanna talk to me
Write me a cheque, baby.

I know that you’re the one
Le dau Versace te Louis Vuitton
Tu eni sohni lagge kaali jenna.

Kudi tu far-far oh no
Panga tu paa paa oh no.(x2)

Ae kudiye tu troubleee ae
Trouble trouble ae troubleee ae trouble ae
She gonna mess-up the floor
My life di model ae model ae model ae
Model ae model ae
Versuri-lyrics.info
I think that you are the one.

Ae kudiye tu troubleee ae
Trouble trouble ae trouble ae troubleee ae
She gonna mess-up the floor
The way she wobble at wobble wobble at
Sanu vakha what you want , ae ae ae.

Trouble aein troubleee aein tu magnetic
Khichdi ae close mainu tu automatic
Meri ae zid like a kid got a headache
Meri aa aadat bina pooche grab it.

Model ae model ae one of the best
You’re brilliant huwa impress
Tujhe main le doon one million dress
Apna hai business karna na stress.

I am * style mera illegal
One in a million call me incredible
I’m still alive boy
This is a miracle
Come get your girl bro
She getting too physicalll.
Kamal Raja lyrics
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Jadakiss – Big Dog Status Lyrics

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a fed rap

[ad-libs]

I tried to walk away from my bad habits
But I realized they bringing me mad cabbage
I’m really nice, these niggas is mad average:
Whoever ain’t a lizard or a rat is a backstabber
Trynna climb my way up out of hell on a black ladder
Get my pocket and wallet just a tad fatter
That’s why they love me in the hood cuz I always told facts
You ain’t really a hustler if you never sold crack
A good relationship with the fiends is forever love
Jail ain’t a part of the plan and it never was
It’s whatever cuz how you want it homie
When I get to clapping don’t get too running on me
Time’s ticking, candy paint dripping
My chick mean, plus I’m on the lean like I’m sipping
Trynna gain focus I got the game in a Full Nelson in case you ain’t noticed;
Cocaine quotas stay away from promoters and McCain voters
Cuz the fame’ll put a lot of weight on your shoulders
Trying to get my coupes up then I get the roof cut
Better than being in the county trying to get your suits up

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a Fed rap

Spend money just because, do it for the fuck of it
Drought don’t affect me cuz I buy too much of it
I ain’t got to sneeze for you to bless me
Test me the closest I ever get to a phantom probably SP (GHOST)

Explicit at the felony hearing i don’t need trial
TEN NBA niggas on speed dial
Imma do my thing on the side in the meanwhile
I’ll probably be one of the nicest until I’m senile
I need one of these new niggas don’t get it mixed up
Louis Vuitton gas mask cooking the bricks up
I’ma break down wit you – just give me the big cut
Send some lil niggas through there to tighten your wig up
Brothers that’s behind the wall that call the bing home
This is that grimy shit it’s not a ringtone
This is for the niggas that’s reeing
That appreciate a prophet whenever they see him PC him
We all in the same game just different levels
Dealing with the same hell just different devils

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a Fed rap

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Dirty flesh – Token lyrics

Lyrics Token – Dirty flesh

I do what I wish
My mom think I be losing my grip
When it come to the bars, I’m a retard
Ain’t nobody get stupid as this
First grade I wasn’t using my whits
Using my finger and using my fist
Using my anger and using bad word
Thank God that my future is this
Now, I do what I want
Do what I do, what you do is just watch
Holding up all the fans, holding up all the hands, holding up all the pants Louis Vuitton
Everyone know that I got the bomb bomb
And I got a razor and you got a pom-pom
And I gotta say word if you got a problem
‘Cuz I got a banger, you can hear the pop pop pop
Woahhh versuri-lyrics.info
Wait a minute, keep a distance, I be shy
Met an angel, then I kissed it, then I kissed it goodbye
Pay attention, pay a visit, I won’t pay your a*s a dime
I might let you live forever through a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Woah
Unopposed, I don’t posed, I’m just it
I don’t fold (spits) only gold in my spit
And she all up on my s**t like she really, really know it
Smart girls give the best head to the best poet
Ain’t no women hate me they get used to me
S**t, even when I do insult ’em, I do it so beautifully
S**t, I might kill the expectation, I might sing the eulogy
S**t, you might end up walking home for thinking that you’re cool with me
S**t, ride with me
Forget about everybody and cry with me
Let’s jump in the fire and you can die with me
Pretend like it is forever and lie with me
Yeah, lie with me
Yea, sleep with me
Yeah, wake up in the morning with a secret me
Yeah, everything I do, I do it secretly
Yeah, every single night I lose a piece of me
A piece of me, no peace in me
I rip your f*cking head off, do it peacefully
The sky is falling, I’ma put it back together evenly
And never get a thank you
What is love when she only hug me to restrain me and only kiss me to shut me up?
I got blood that isn’t fam
I got fam that isn’t blood
I got s**t to help me sleep, convince ’em it isn’t drugs
I got the girl of my dream convincing me she isn’t drunk
With an invisible cup, I promise I didn’t see it.(dirty flesh)

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
I am only here to make a child say a curse in bed
(f*ck, f*ck)
I am only here to make a virgin wet
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Every single morning I’m a year closer to death
Every single time I f*cked a b***h I had birthday s*x
Yea, and you can be here with me
I’ve been on the job, been to a lot of city
I’ve been through the odds, they been all against me
Used to listen to mom, now I listen to 50
Teach you how to rob, just an itty-bitty
If they steal my innocence, I’ll be stealing it back
And all of the guilt they left me with, I’ll be giving them that
It’s either mission complete or permission to bla! bla! bla!
Ya ya ya
See Benji boy so explosive
I threw a chair at the wall and now the walls have opened
Ya ya ya
Took my momma’s lighter, threw it in the ocean
Now that cigarette is dry as my voice if she ask where the f*ck I’m going
Ya ya ya
I don’t know
Ya ya ya
Ay I’ll go with the maniac
It’ll take my soul and I may adapt
And I’ll make the gold, and I’ll make the cash
And I’ll hang the rope and I may attach
And I’ll lay alone till I fade to black
With a case of blow and a case of ash.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Thought I did the dirt but I was done by the dirt instead
I delete my history like you do when you surf the web
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Standing on the chair like the bulb ain’t working yet
Hanging myself with the new Gucci turtleneck.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I stomp on the ground, the ground hit me with an uppercut
I spit at the clouds, got rained on in the winter
Struck by lightning in the sun
But I do what I wish and I get what I wish forrr.
Token lyrics
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Kodak Black – Boost My Ego (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
It’s that Project Baby
And we about fifteen up, you know what I mean?
They ‘gon try take advantage of this money
Shit coming in fast
They know we ain’t got a blueprint of this shit
We just came into this shit with it already

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
All I know, identity theft, I buried all the credit cards
G1 had me in the kitchen, sellin’ hard and doin’ fraud
Took me out the ‘jects, now I’m flyin’ private jets, nigga
‘Member snatchin’ chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga
I caught five kidnappin’, but I ain’t no babysitter
I caught five kidnappin’, how you let me take your nigga?
Posted on the ugly, I jump out, go to bustin’
My baby mama dusty, got my little one out here musky
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a vert, call it a pullback, ayy
Pull up in a Wraith, they be like "Who is that"?
Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain’t no more strugglin’
I’m rollin’ ’round, I be duffelin’
She under arrest, I’m cuffin’ it

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I just beat the case, I’m ridin’ in a double R
Spread the cheese with your people, gotta feed the squad
I bought my mama and my brothers, them another car
At first I was playin’ with this shit, but now I’m goin’ hard
It’s like my baby mama feel like she the superstar
I threw away the Fossil watch and bought an Audemars
Was in the ‘Yota, now I’m ridin’ in the luxury car
I was off the chain, now a youngin’ on the charts
I was ridin’ Suzuki, ayy, now I’m actin’ boujee, ayy
Now I’m coolin’, foolin’, I’m just ’bout my music
No more shootin’ cee-lo, poppin’ wheelies on the Banshee
Can’t be thuggin’ no more, homie, I stay in a mansion
I’m on mollys and the Xannies, feel extravagant
Took me off the ugly corner, I’m ridin’ panoramic
You hate the way I’m transitionin’, I’m corporate thugging
You miss when I was headfirst, when I wasn’t gettin’ no money

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case, yeah

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Ray J – Formal Invite Lyrics

RAY J
Formal Invite Lyrics

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

[Ray J]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Neptunes, ahahaha

We got dirty in the brand new maitresse
I had you walk around with your thong on back with
I know you feel surprise just how long I last it
Tellin on yo freeze and I’m a nasty basty
Yo, you know what I like? models and actresess
You know the wind just scream “He loves u not”
You know the wind just scream “Tire ass pass”
When I see ya at the beach and I be like “She hot”
Baby pause let me freeze the frame
Cause slide down my pour let me ease the pain
With the roll on the dubbies in the greasy Range
And don’t a eight rex cox and play a range
And with that body ain’t no tellin waht I do to ya
I have you moanin’ while I’m growinin’
With that body I can hell but to do ya
In the mornin we be telephonin me
Show me the rulin me in the warmin me
While I show you the upper side where lonely brings
The ice rup on my neck make my body bling
Flippin how why you doin things
So tell me what you doin tonight
Cause we can do it again yo you with it aiight
Be, I know you like it when I’m feelin aiight
And tonight I’mma make you feel aiight

[Ray J]
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl

[Pharrell Williams]
It’s been a long time since I put Kelis out
Ive been in VA puttin 100 grand beats out
Payin for the all glass, south beach house
So you can see me gettin head from the hottest piece out
Ex-dyke dominican say they feelin men again
Ask to me do I wanna sin again so all my hood
They’s screwin me yall; watch yo heels girls
Don’t scratch my Louis Vuitton
I deep dog ya, all day a man and when im in
I touch your chest your girls scream alien
She said she feindin for leaves so she can breathe
I dont smoke but girl I keep bomb ass weed
I change clothes the same hoes who’s choppin mangos
Gotta pull out my chain slow cause man that thing glows
My house no they cant see their look vacancy
Virginia is my home of my niggas my ADT
See my two dogs dogg knees and therfore like like these
And you’ve never seen diamonds as bright like these
I dont visit Jacob my stuff he mailing us
So what you think you telling us
—- —- is my lawyer so he can better be there
I shop in Beverly Hills so we can dress and we kill
Watch the E! channel and see how a rockstar live
Who’s the next girl who wanna see this rockstar crib
Come on

[Ray J]
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl

[Ray J]
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl

[Ray J]
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl

Girl I dont need for you to be chichi
You need to leave ya man alone cause is broken wimpy
You need to be with somebody like me
You cant keep married but I can should pinky
You know, you know hang up with you
You know, you know lay down with you
You know, you know stay down with you
You can show a model girls with classy get ya, aiight

[Ray J]
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl
Girl, what you doin tonight?
This is my formal invite
You should just come on to me, girl

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Don Q – Chosen One

[Intro]
It’s all about what you chasing at the end of the day
You chasing a legacy or you chasing the charts
So that’s how you gotta look at it right there, I’m chasing a legacy

[Chorus]
They call me the chosen one
You know I’m the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch you know I’m the chosen one

[Verse 1]
I had to make an announcement
These niggas they ain’t really bout it
We weigh it and count it
Scale it then break it and ounce it and serve with the straight out-of-towners
I was the one with the pack, I was stuck in the trap
And I found my way in the mountains
Ordered the piece told ’em make it and drown it
Flood it and make sure my name is around it (Yeah)
Fuck all that lame shit
We sneakin’ in work on the plane trip
Look at the whip that I came with
My doors is doing the crane kick
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
I can never have a bored night
My camera roll look like a porn site
Feel creepin’ and I’m still meeting with the plug he told me the soft price
When We meet up I cut off the porch lights, I stash it right by the exhaust pipes
When it’s ringin it’s making me more hype
Tried chasing me out of the store twice
Security playing the door tight
I was in and out it by the fourth swipe

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Verse 2]
Where I’m from it’s either eat or starve
I never had me a legal job
They don’t believe that we beat the odds
Had to rush in the spot before they freeze the card
I made em’ believers (Yeah)
They gave me a shot to suit up and lace up my sneakers
Remember they told me to wait on the bleachers
Now I walk in and I shake the arena
Telling stories like they heard he wanted
Talking like they got a searchin’ warrant
But the opps lurking so we buying burners
We don’t care if them bitches got murders on it
New chain I spent about thirty on it
You try it your head got a birdie on it
I’m feelin’ like B.I.G so I got the suburban
I told em’ just go put the curtains on it
All I know is get the money nigga
I’m shmurda dancing to them hundreds nigga
Every verse is like a bundle nigga
I can’t see you my vision on tunnel nigga
When the white on the cake that’s a funnel nigga
Your foot right out of place in the jungle nigga
I cannot take being humble nigga
I will not let the empire crumble nigga
Remember back when it was dark days
It was block lines for that hard yey’
That was all that we knew to keep the squad paid
But the jealousy made niggas part ways
I block em with Louis Vuitton shades
Now I got groupies my mom’s age
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She losing her bra when the roof on the car raise

[Bridge]
(She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise)
(She sucking that dick when the roof on the car raise)

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Outro]
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise

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Terintino – Ball On You Feat. Lil Yachty

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

[Verse 1]
I just found out they hating
My car metalled up, I’m skating
In New York at aces
Al this green I’m races
Bitch I got them faces
Louis Vuitton suitcases
Getting massaged by Asians
I fucked that bitch and she is taken
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Got [?] heater on me I dear you to run up
Like Weezy [?] Imma grind till the sun up
In the car 300 hundred on the dash doing donuts

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

[Verse 2]
Do you want to fuck me or nah
Answer prolly yeah
Six strippers in my house
Money all in the air
I could tell she want to fuck me cuz she playing all in my hair
And I just ran through a hundred stacks
My nigga it’s just not fair
Remember we young, black, rich nigga gang
Out here ain’t playing
Lil boat, lil tug boat
9 pounds but it still bang bang
And this is still disrespect gang
[?] like I’m Rick James
Finna drink that G [?] red
That shit gon look like a fire flame

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

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Joel Adams – Die For You

[Verse 1]
I wish I was a movie star
That ain’t happening
I wish I’d drive a fancy car (no)
Well I’d fly to New York City
But my plane could never get that far
‘Cause my life ain’t what I thought it was
Said you like all the fancy things
Diamonds, Pearls, and Louis Vuitton
But my package just ain’t that big (no)
Spent all my life-time running
But I still haven’t got that far

[Chorus]
For you I ain’t giving up
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

[Verse 2]
You think you got the best of me
Yeah well you’re probably right
But you ain’t seen the rest of me (no)
Spent all my life-time running
But I still haven’t got that far

[Chorus]
For you I ain’t giving up
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

[Bridge]
‘Cause maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I wrote in all down in a song
You say what you like, I say what I want
You give me a list that goes on and on
But everytime you walk out that door
You got me thinking, baby now I want you even more
So say what you like, I’ll say what I want
I need somebody to save me

[Chorus]
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
‘Cause baby I’d
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, and I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

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Dave East – No Hook (feat. G Herbo & Don Q)

[Verse 1: Don Q]
I ain’t with the favors
I got guala to make
I’m ’bout a dollar nigga
Nothing on my collar is fake
I set the city on fire, before dropping the tape
Everything count, I even played the block with the shake

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Bottles of Ace
I’m thinking imagine if I was born rich
I’d had on baby Louis Vuitton kicks
My daughter got ’em
Got dollars to make your mom strip
The FED’s on me now every monday the car switch

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Thousand dollar stash
Hit the AC, but car shift
That’s just for the gas, yeah the 40 on my arm still
I had 40 cash like the year before my prom year
Stuffing clips downwards in my jeans
Cause my mom’s near

[Verse 4: Don Q]
Oh yeah, the lion out the cage in rare form
Trap till the tan gone
Celly cell, we was hands on
Remember buying wet work, bagging up with the fan on
We was just tryna make move enough to make a sandstorm
I plan on buying my mother coupes in a month or two
Coming through in a Hummer new wintertime but it’s summer blue
Woo, the teachers said I wouldn’t be shit
You know the crazy part about it I believed it

[Verse 5: G Herbo]
I was in the trenches, kicks red but I wasn’t bleeding
Playing life or death with my niggas I ain’t leave ’em
Couple show they heart wasn’t right but I ain’t need them
Can’t say I ain’t loyal, can’t say I ain’t feed ’em
Wolf against the sheep, gon’ either kill ’em or gon’ breed ’em
One thing ’bout them shots, you give ’em out and you receive ’em
Don’t leave out the house, if you without know you need it
Think you only going around the block gon’ be the reason

[Verse 6: Dave East]
I was popping blue devils, Coach K ain’t recruit me
I skipped right to Balmain ain’t copped too many nudies
Ten cars outside, and they all foreign
Took a Gem Star, went to school like y’all don’t wanted
I was Bishop in the hall when he pressed Q
Balenciagas sweatsuits, too many losses they won’t respect you
Money get low, watch how quick them bitches neglect you
He paid 38 for a brick, it felt special
But a nigga like me, I don’t know no other
Pillow cases with the horses match the Polo covers
The Aston Martin was the same color as cocoa butter
Pack on me by myself, I was a dolo pumper

[Verse 7: G Herbo, Dave East & Don Q ]
16, we stopped the competing and sold it in bundles
Money coming out of question who a 100 and humble
We dumping and rumble not the one to compare with these niggas
Fendi monster, my jacket looking like it’s staring at niggas
And my shoes Fendi, Mike Amiri denim, my jewels drippy
Cuban link with a few diamonds changes of cool 60
Brought my tour for 2 60, gotta front me 2 60
Just for us to start the promo
Before we even choose city
Off white jacket back block, I got your boo with me
Def Jam gave me a million already blew a 50
Too; grippy, my mood switchy don’t move silly
I cruise Bentley, foreign only, I got too picky
It’s survival of the fittest
Rental house ain’t tryin’ pitch it
I got powder for the sniffers
Just a rider on a mission

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Blac Youngsta – Ask For It

[Intro]
C-M-G
Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga!

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 1]
Ass so fat like fat albert
[?]
I’mma rich nigga, got rich power
I don’t fuck wit them niggas, they sum real cowards
Them fuck niggas hate from the [?]
But they speak to me everytime they sip it
Them niggas’ baby mommas wanna meet me
But I don’t [?]
I chop the pussy like a rider
I chop the pussy like Bruce Lee
I just pulled up in that rari
In that bitch, only like 2 seats
She suck my dick in my toothpiece
I just left nut on my new seats
That lame nigga said he gon’ rob me
So I ride around with my [?]

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 2]
Them niggas can’t stand my guts
Say he gon’ shoot my tour bus up
Say he gon’ kill everybody in it
Go ahead lil’ nigga, try yo’ luck
That big booty fatter than truck
That bitch quack quack like a duck
I don’t trust that bitch, I don’t really love her, I just lied to the bitch as I fucked
I send the bitch to the [?]
I put that bitch on my dream team
I got the rari and things
I got the AR-15
That lil’ bitch is grown and sexy
But she suck my dick like she 16
Said that bitch look like a queen
I’mma toss her wit the whole team

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it