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T-Pain feat. Zoey Dollaz – Feel Like I’m Haitian Lyrics

(Verse 1 – T-Pain)
Got a motherf**king six shooter stuffed in my sweatpants
I ain’t playing, I ain’t scared of em
Tell them pu**y ni**as let’s dance
Chopper make your body wobble
Make your head bobble up and down like a yes man
See I be tryna run to the money
Try to stop me and the situation gon go left
Yeah, cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Man I got too many people sitting on the porch
Got some light-skinned bi**hes sitting by the torch
My ni**as got that flare, screaming you your
Different neighborhood
Craz
The police don’t even come round when we get it
My mama in the kitchen screaming f**k them other bi**hes
See me in the streets with that flag on my face

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
Cause I feel like I’m

(Verse 2 – Zoey Dollaz)
18-O-4, that’s my people
Shout out to them real zoes
They ain’t in the kitchen cooking grillo
Probably out whipping up a kilo
Sak pase, n’ap boule
All my zoes get it up when I lay
I feel like I’m Haitian but I am though
Haitian ni**a’s strap bigger than Rambo
Lil Haiti, Haitians thank you for our boat ride
You either f**k with us or don’t
Ni**a we ain’t going for the both sides
Ask em how them Haitian ni**as do it
Zoe life or no life, yeah ni**a, that’s the movement
Come to Florida, enjoy your vacation
But make sure you down with some Haitians

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Haitians
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom

(Verse 3 – T-Pain)
I ain’t gotta tell you that I run with the shooters
Ni**a you gon find out
Ni**a this is my house
And i’ll put a pussy ni**a up on time-out
Put him in a box he can’t climb out
Ain’t no bobbing and weaving, I send them round
You can keep on taking dimes out
But this ugly bi**h I’m with gon pull that fire out
Like, die die diggity die now
You was talking that s**t, you acting pie now
You just stepped over the line now
You better ask god for a sign now
You try to knock my hustle, knock your lights out
My ni**as got the rifle with the sights out
Them Haitian ni**as come and cross your life off
For that white girl, Amy Winehouse

(Chorus – T-Pain)
Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
Cause I’m feeling like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, ni**a we gon have problems
You ain’t with the s**ts then you ain’t from the bottom
Cause I feel like I’m

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T-Pain – Feel Like I’m Haitian Lyrics

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Got a motherfucking six shooter stuffed in my sweatpants
I ain’t playin’, I ain’t scared of ’em
Tell them pussy niggas let’s dance
Chopper make your body wobble
Make your head bobble up and down like a yes man
See I be tryna run to the money
Try to stop me and the situation gon’ go left
Yeah, ’cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Man I got too many people sitting on the porch
Got some light-skinned bitches sitting by the torch
My niggas got that flare, screaming you your [?]
Different neighborhood
Crazy
The police don’t even come ’round when we get it
My mama in the kitchen screaming fuck them other bitches
See me in the streets with that flag on my face

[Hook: T-Pain]
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom
‘Cause I feel like I’m

[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
18-O-4, that’s my people
Shout out to them real zoes
They ain’t in the kitchen cooking grillo
Probably out whipping up a kilo
Sak pase, n’ap boule
All my zoes get it up when I lay
I feel like I’m Haitian but I am though
Haitian nigga’s strap bigger than Rambo
Lil Haiti, Haitians thank you for our boat ride
You either fuck with us or don’t
Nigga we ain’t going for the both sides
Ask ’em how them Haitian niggas do it
Zoe life or no life, yeah nigga, that’s the movement
Come to Florida, enjoy your vacation
But make sure you down with some Haitians

[Hook: T-Pain]
Haitians
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I ain’t gotta tell you that I run with the shooters
Nigga you gon’ find out
Nigga this is my house
And i’ll put a pussy nigga up on time-out
Put him in a box he can’t climb out
Ain’t no bobbin’ and weavin’, I send them [?] ’round
You can keep on taking dimes out
But this ugly bitch I’m with gon’ pull that fire out
Like, die die diggity die now
You was talking that shit, you acting pie now
You just stepped over the line now
You better ask god for a sign now
You try to knock my hustle, knock your lights out
My niggas got the rifle with the sights out
Them Haitian niggas come and cross your life off
For that white girl, Amy Winehouse

[Hook: T-Pain]
‘Cause I feel like I’m Haitian
Yeah
Sak pase to the nation
When I hit Miami, bet you land in vacation
‘Cause I’m feelin’ like I’m Haitian
Pull up on me, nigga we gon’ have problems
You ain’t with the shits then you ain’t from the bottom
‘Cause I feel like I’m

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Aaron Rose – Parkside Ave (Elixir Album)

Check, yo

[Verse 1]
I’m from the streets where the money’s a God
Niggas will pull your card
Trynna take your life savings then end up behind bars
From where the biggest stars are really nothin at all
Only gassed up matter who matter to none of y’all
But back to the storyboard, around here is wicked
The vast life be giving you mad trife and bitches
No matter how you get it you gotta live it no limit
Cuz you will never know, niggas be sendin bullets every minute
From where the basis be in the building lobby
Breaking down the dope for dope the coke they cook for hobby
They overdose the plenty more liquor inside their body
Their dead bodies brought them prospect, prolly
But somebody [?] who really had the chance to be somebody
But because of a shot he, he is now without the
Love and protection, from a mother’s collection
Lethal is understating boy I call it ghetto weapon
Yet they is still after we exit the room
I’m watching where I’m stepping cuz you never see me move
My time is money I’ve been doing this for three [years?]
I kept the [?]
I’m mentally on the move so how could I be spotted?
No dalmatian my dogs is on silence
Stop it cuz you novice, this my throne
What the is my television to you is on like

[Hook x2]
They say where you stay is where your heart lies
But where we from is divided like it’s apartheid
Another Skywalker hailing from the dark side
Where sparks fly my nigga we call it Parkside

[Verse 2]
I’m from the streets where the, struggle is regular but everybody icy
For every camo and vape, so therefore you are not like me
Just make them want to want to fight me, I guess you’re mad
So I tie your head in a bag ’till I guess you’re glad
You’ll suffocate from the fact that I am what they would fear
A rendition of what amazing is in your atmosphere
Because he sucking niggas’ they love the hate they love the fate
A razor for your face talking bout get the fuck away
From where the baddest chicks let you touch them with no panties but you gotta make the drop then fly her out to Miami
So free the Max B wrap up they [?]
[?] She’ll rock you and then she dippin
She work for some next nigga who stay with the checks nigga
But later [?] got reimbursed by niggas with [?] with them
Shit is a never-ending cycle like [?]
You either play ball or try to live it through mics
Or dealin with some shit that will cost you a higher price
Like risking your dignity or a chance at losing life
But this [intro?] is, your decision for everything
So imma stand with my vows, like a wedding ring
I’m married to the money, she Mrs. nice watch
I know you want what I have but this ain’t wife swap
This is a 100% real so know you might not
Be able to understand how this life got

[Hook x2]
They say where you stay is where your heart lies
But where we from is divided like it’s apartheid
Another Skywalker hailing from the dark side
Where sparks fly my nigga we call it Parkside

[Verse 3]
They say that success is the greatest type of revenge
I’m addicted to winning so you know I’m on a binge
So I keep my soul in check like Nike gave me the check
What’s next? Only up I’m never gonna descend
I know they understand what I’m getting at
It’s time to grow from the [?] but you still ain’t hatched
We know you fool, we know you lack the only two
That gives yourself the power and will so you won’t do
Nothing without your conscious, fuck the radio nonsense
The music can be psychological while [?]
[?] and violence, simple melodies
And packed in every neighborhood brother who doesn’t see
The game that is quick to destroy identity
They betray us without beauty as if we are the beast
[?] another black man deceased
We kill our own race the most like the black disease
So I stay at ease when I write these songs
Instead of me being a hot boy taking a life we don’t
Even know or understand the consequences at hand
Because soon enough you’ll find yourself deep in quicksand
Immobile with the mental state of mind of a killer
You got the heart of a lion but you a soulless nigga
Let me show you bigger, shit that life can offer
Instead of keeping genocide within the [?]
For real

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Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo – On My Line Lyrics

Hook: Lil Uzi Vert
Bust-Bussin traps off my phone
These junkies won’t leave me lone
Had-Had your bitch all on my phone
Then she gave me dome
Tra-Trap-Trappin off my phone
These junkies won’t leave me lone
Your bitch on my phone
That bitch gave me dome

Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert
She gave me dome, gave me dome
Off the shits I don’t know
What the fuck you saying?
Jumping in the Rolls, sippin on this Rose
2-2-3 and balls, all my diamonds froze, chain look like snow
And them bitches go
All my bitches hoes, they be sniffing coke
I don’t sniff no coke
(?)
Glizzy with the sticks
45th with poles
You ain’t really know I was with the shits
Now you really know
Speaking two different languages
If it ain’t bout that dough
Xanny eyes closed
Ballin like I’m Sammy, chillin in Miami
I just need a Grammy
Chillin on the ocean, pussy just be flowin
She ain’t got no panties
Jupiter flow, I am not a human
I be out this planet
And I’m still not landing
My young niggas trappin

Hook: Lil Uzi Vert
Bust-Bussin traps off my phone
These junkies won’t leave me lone
Had-Had your bitch all on my phone
Then she gave me dome
Tra-Trap-Trappin off my phone
These junkies won’t leave me lone
Your bitch on my phone
That bitch gave me dome

Verse 2: G Herb
All of my bitches they fine and they right
Still suck my dick the first night
Sippin Rozay cause I’m not getting high
Put the codiene with the Sprite
Hoes on my dick tryna fuck and I’m wasted
I think I’m Future No Basic
Can’t fuck that bitch if she basic
Like half a brick for my bracelet
Pull up tryna stunt in a race
Pull off tryna race in my strape
Your bitch let me fuck in the strape
Disrespect her and buss in her face
Money one thing that’s gonna stay on mind
I gave her all of my time
Text that bitch tell her I’m on my way but I’m lyin
She don’t distribute a dime
And these junkies they never stop hittin my line
Gotta distribute them dimes
They don’t write they just hittin them lines
30 shots clips in them 9s
Tryna run and get hit in the spine
If you jug you get with the 5
Catch me up in the hood
Posted up with my ice and my gun and my niggas behind

Hook: Lil Uzi Vert
Bust-Bussin traps off my phone
These junkies won’t leave me lone
Had-Had your bitch all on my phone
Then she gave me dome
Tra-Trap-Trappin off my phone
These junkies won’t leave me lone
Your bitch on my phone
That bitch gave me dome

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Tuan – Bani degeaba

Bani degeaba, c-asa va merge treaba
Bani degeaba, sa aiba toata strada
Bani cash, bani flash, bani fresh
O gramada de bani cu roaba
Bani degeaba, c-asa va merge treaba
Bani degeaba, sa aiba toata strada
Bani cash, bani flash, bani fresh
O gramada de bani cu roaba

Vreau bani, bani, bani, bani
Bani, bani, bani, bani
Vreau bani, bani, bani, bani
Bani, bani, bani, bani

Timpu-nseamna bani, bani inseamna timp
Eu sunt contra timp, simt ca sunt in labirint
Si fac o suta de metri sprint dupa aur si argint
Eu pe cine-ncerc sa mint ca in ochii ei nu vad ching-ching?
Sunt zen, din eden, modern, sunt lemn
Innebunit dupa ei ca un scafandru dupa oxigen
Gen, man, man, cred ca au si piafen

Bani degeaba, c-asa va merge treaba
Bani degeaba, sa aiba toata strada
Bani cash, bani flash, bani fresh
O gramada de bani cu roaba
Bani degeaba, c-asa va merge treaba
Bani degeaba, sa aiba toata strada
Bani cash, bani flash, bani fresh
O gramada de bani cu roaba

Vreau bani, bani, bani, bani
Bani, bani, bani, bani
Vreau bani, bani, bani, bani
Bani, bani, bani, bani

Bani degeaba pentru tine honey bunny mamy
Mergem in Miami, yami
Stii ce? Hai din nou
Bani degeaba pentru tine honey bunny mamy
Mergem in Miami, yami
Si ce funny ca tot timpu-avem money money pentru zilele-nsorite
Adica sunny
Gata sa facem nebunii ca uite-asa trec anii
Las ca te trimit acasa ca am o casa
Esti curioasa pe ce coasta in timp ce ies la masa cu Shakira
Aia grasa?
Vad banii cum pica din ceruri, numai ce ca si Cec-ul e dator la mine

Bani degeaba, c-asa va merge treaba
Bani degeaba, sa aiba toata strada
Bani cash, bani flash, bani fresh
O gramada de bani cu roaba
Bani degeaba, c-asa va merge treaba
Bani degeaba, sa aiba toata strada
Bani cash, bani flash, bani fresh
O gramada de bani cu roaba

Simplu, scurt, si la obiect
Nu mai vreau sa deviem de la subiect
Vreau Gucci, Prada si Dolce & Gabana
Tu nu vezi ce bine-I imbracata cucoana?
S-arat tot timpu bine cu haine putine
Atunci tine-te bine ca am cardul tau la mine
Daca tu zici ca ai bani degeaba da la fata ca sa mearga treaba
(Hm, mai vedem)

Bani degeaba, c-asa va merge treaba
Bani degeaba, sa aiba toata strada
Bani cash, bani flash, bani fresh
O gramada de bani cu roaba
Bani degeaba, c-asa va merge treaba
Bani degeaba, sa aiba toata strada
Bani cash, bani flash, bani fresh
O gramada de bani cu roaba

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Yung Simmie – 3 In 1 (Freestyle) (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Fake niggas will never know realer
Ape shit like I hang with gorillas
Niggas talk hard they ain’t no killer
‘Til we pull up like "Hey lil’ nigga"
No like halo nigga
Extendos at yo’ halo nigga
Yeah I smoke but I don’t do swishers
Smokin’ moon rocks I moon walk like "Thriller"
My bitch white so I am that nigga
I pill up the block layin’ shots out the window
You can’t keep up ’cause yo’ ends low
I gotta be myself niggas copy like ten fold
I go hard but I make it look simple
I gave that bitch back she was somethin’ like a rental
I don’t wanna fuck, give me dental
If her ex here he get whipped with a pistol
So don’t diss me I don’t diss you
Ain’t talkin’ money I’ma have to dismiss you
Niggas sayin’ what they won’t do
Playin’ both sides but I been with the same crew
Been sippin’ drank, I be smokin’ stain
Nigga fuck beer I don’t do the brew
I be in the cut, rollin’ up the weed
Smokin’ by myself I won’t smoke with you
You ain’t from my hood what you doin’ on my block boy?
You lookin’ unusual
A suspect, and I make my hoes upset
If I don’t give ’em dick, they gon’ protest
I’m a jerk, no reject
Gettin’ to the money ’cause I need that
Pull up on yo’ block if you late where my green at?

[Verse 2: Lil Dred]
I be on the block where you can’t come
Catch you slippin’ on the block where you ain’t from
Once you hear them shots then you can’t run
Smooth criminal, like "Where the fuck he came from?"
Steph Curry nigga check out where I aim from
Ridin’ ’round with three Ks no handguns
KKK I’ma hang some
Hellboy, where you think I got this flame from?
Fuck boy, where you think I got this chain from?
If you lookin’ like a lick we gon’ take some
Head cracked like dice I’ma shake some
If I hit ’em with the right I’ma break somethin’
Once they see you tryna win now the hate comin’
I just play the back scene I don’t say nothin’
Yeah he doin’ a lot of talkin’ but he stay frontin’
Since you niggas wanna quack I will duck hunt

[Verse 3: Nell]
Feelin’ like motherfuck a hater
Type of nigga pull up all black like a raider
Type of shots loud enough to shake the equator
Killer clan coward talkin’ cut like a sabertooth
Whenever we aim at you, bitch we be buck
Pull up I’m a truck whenever we hit ’em up
Fuck nigga give it up, we deep like a sativa
Never gave a fuck ’bout a nigga so we thuggin’ when they see us
We just in a different city rollin’ weed up
Play my music for his girl and now she wanna meet us
In the hood smokin’ good throwin’ triple Cs up
Bitch you can give my dick a kiss
Nigga you can get with this
Mac shit, trill shit
Tryna act like Kill Bill in a field, bet a nigga get killed quick
Broke a nigga down for them pounds and them millions
Money, motivation, and Miami make us kill shit

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Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

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Rick Ross – Kyrie

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grubman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

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Derin Falana – Vacation

[Intro: Captain]
Once again, welcome aboard
Delta Flight: 29-28
And thank you for flying Delta

[Verse 1]
I’ve don’ been the fliest on the scene
Funny, some’ll never get to choose
You can ask about me in the streets
All they said was "Damn that nigga smooth"
I’ma prolly have to book a trip (trip)
Somewhere on an island with a view (first class)
You would think I’m fuckin’ with the crips
‘Way the boy don’ came up out the blue
Move into the city
Young dude coming from the burbs
View I need is similar to birds
Villa on the island with the bird
Tiki hut in Maui with a sign that’s sayin’
"Please do not disturb"
I just say the word

[Pre-Hook]
Pull me up a plane ticket
Hold up, tryna travel like I changed pivots
Ain’t gotta say that since a kid I had the same mission
See I’m just waiting ‘till the fame kick-in, I ain’t tripping
I’ll be on my way

[Hook]
I’m on my way
I’m on my motherfuckin’ way
Yeah, I’m on my way
Tryna get paid
Hustlin’ every day
Yeah, I’m on my way
I’m ‘bout to book me a ticket and take a vacation
Working so hard every day and I’m tired of waiting
I’m on my way

[Verse 2]
Way up, I can lay up on a beach
I don’t even gotta pull a chair
Po’ll probably have to smoke a blunt
You can prolly smell it in the air, yeah
Want to take a private overseas
Buttons with the flowers on the shirt
Tryna hit the valet with the keys, yeah
Then I tell him park it in reverse
Man this shit the life
Picture always have to fit the frame
All I ever wanted was the pay
‘Bout a quarter million it could change
I just need somebody that can fly me even if I miss the plane
In a different lane

[Pre-Hook]
Pull me up a plane ticket
Hold up, tryna travel like you changed pivots
Ain’t gotta say that since a kid I had the same mission
See I’m just waiting ‘til the fame kick in, I ain’t tripping
I’ll be on my way

[Hook]
I’m on my way
I’m on my motherfuckin’ way
Yeah, I’m on my way
Tryna get paid
Hustlin’ every day
Yeah, I’m on my way
I’m ‘bout to book me a ticket and take a vacation
Working so hard every day and I’m tired of waiting
I’m on my way

[Verse 3]
Ain’t been on a plane, since the first grade
If there’s any way of livin’ I prefer paid
Let the high tide run up on a kid
Help aside me, couple candles like a birthday
I’ve been workin’ out, no break
Been my job, I had to toll the weigh
Momma said, I better throw the breaks
Take a couple off and then it’s [?]
Last time I left the city, it was only for a day
I’m too busy planning for the life
I think I deserve a party for the night
Or a weekend doing nothing on the beach
While I wait, I’ll put some bottles over ice
Man, fuck it
We’ve been talking ’bout Miami for a while now
Come up out the fuckin’ up, let’s put the 5′ down
Hold a bottle in my hands, sippin’ ’till I’m on a wave
While I watch the waves weigh-up over high grounds
I’ll be on my way!

[Outro]
I’m on my motherfuckin’ way
Yeah, I’m on my way
Tryna get paid
Hustlin’ every day
Yeah, I’m on my way
I’m ‘bout to book me a ticket and take a vacation
Working so hard every day and I’m tired of waiting
I’m on my way

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Jerreau – Really Got It (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Intro]
Yea
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Ay
Get your numbers up
I had to get my numbers up (un)
Now I got it like they gave it to me
But I took it, they ain’t give it to me
She really do, she really do it to me
God knew it for me
Yea it really fit, it’s a shoo-in for me (un)
I started hoopin’ for the Nike check
I played tennis for the Rolex
I be in Miami never seen a beach
Fuck in the Fontainebleau when you saw me
She was all on me I had to get her off
I just came to get these women and these fits off
I’m everywhere, I just didn’t get no pics off
You was there, shit you saw me get my shit off
Oh, oh you heard about it?
Damn these niggas love to gossip
Damn I had to get it poppin
I ain’t had no running game
I ain’t have no options
Now I really got It

[Hook]
I really do
I really got it
Ain’t no secret to it, if I did it then I had to do it
She really do, she really got it
I had to do it, she came through a nigga had to do it
I really do
I really got it
Ain’t no secret to it, if I did it then I had to do it
She really do, she really got it
I had to do it, she came through

[Verse 2]
Damn I love it when they get it
She know I got it
Fuck a critic and a cynic
Invite her over
I ain’t expect shit
Alcohol for dinner turned to gum for breakfast
Exit stage left on some clever shit
Like, got to pick up my pops from the airport and shit
White lies and shit
Told ya’ll I ain’t shit
I’m Federer with the serve
Kershaw with the curve
Tony Stewart with the swerve
I’m so sin-surre
Damn I love it when they throw it back
My lil quarterback, I had to run it back (yea)
I had to leave so I could bring it back (look)
The real is back how real is that? (un)
I pull up in something
Hop out like it’s nothing
Nike tech on the dresser
You wanna style her
I wanna undress her
Then give her the ‘best of’
It’s no compilation
My niggas be flexin’
Damn
It’s muscle memory to us now
Before I was up I had to stay down (yea)
Now I bat a thousand now (un)
BankReau a hundred million now

[Hook]
Yeah
I really do
I really got it
Ain’t no secret to it, if I did it then I had to do it
She really do, she really got it
I had to do it, she came through a nigga had to do it
I really do
I really got it
Ain’t no secret to it, if I did it then I had to do it
She really do, she really got it
I had to do it, she came through

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Show Banga – How We Rock (feat. Iamsu!) letras

[Intro]

[Hook: Iamsu!]
They know how we rock
​gang gang and squad squad
​when they see us they like oh god
​we just gettin started hold on
​touchdown pass go long
​stop naggin lil bitch hold on
​this flow just can’t go wrong
​hold up bruh this my song
[Verse 1: Show Banga]
​when they come to the show its sold out
​but you could pull up to the hotel
​ain’t tryna fall in love thats out
​keep cash on me im a cash cow
​in the fast lane i can’t slow down no
​we want the top and the top right now oh
​she give me top i dropped the top like wow oh
​all this steez they be tryna steal style yo
​watch me watch me move swift like stroma[?]
​you be smokin on that foof[?] no thats not aloud
​you a jcap killa[?] you a real clown
​in yo city ima paint the whole damn town ​(skrt skrt)

[Hook: Iamsu!]
​they know how we rock
Gang gang and squad squad
When they see us they like oh god
We just gettin started hold on
Touchdown pass go long
Stop naggin lil bitch hold on
This flow just can’t go wrong
Hold up bruh this my song

[Verse 2: Show Banga]
Came to see us but the show sold out
​get to steppin if i can’t get no mouth
​miami chick wanna leave with the six speed
​my minute speak[?] so high i get a nose bleed
​now shes bringing hella cups that i dont need
​im drinkin straight up out the bottle bring some mo please
​pull this cash out now she twerkin (she twerkin)
​uber xl we need suburban ​(skrt skrt)
​cause theres ten girls with me and they all wanna come
​i go hard every song shinin hard as the sun
​play your card if you wanna play the calls for this bullshit
​hatin niggas takin losses
​lets get it

[Hook: Iamsu!]
​ they know how we rock
Gang gang and squad squad
When they see us they like oh god
We just gettin started hold on
Touchdown pass go long
Stop naggin lil bitch hold on
This flow just can’t go wrong
Hold up bruh this my song

Aye

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Roy Wood$ – Only You (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 24Hrs) letras

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
Yea, yea
24 dollars
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time, yea
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
That’s what gets me writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her
You was always in my mind
But this time that I’m fucking little mami is for you to get on
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (Sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who are these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me "I don’t know"
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl, it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do, things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my denim
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross that line
Girl, it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo, cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me "I don’t know"
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs, know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And you got a body like a Coke bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch, I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go arousing me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming shorts on cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Do it at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls
Huh, huh, huh

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Roy Woods – Only You Lyrics

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
Yea, yea
24 dollars
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time, yea
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
I feel like just writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her
You was always in my mind
But this time that I’m fucking little mami is for you to get on
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (Sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong
[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who are these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl, it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better?
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do, things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my denim
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross the line
Girl, it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo, cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She didn’t wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs, know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And you got a body like a Coke bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch, I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go arousing me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming shorts on cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Do it at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls
Huh, huh, huh

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Roy Woods – Only You

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
24 hours
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got a family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
I feel like just writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her, you was always in my mind
But this time that i’m fucking little mama was for you to get her
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong
[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo ’cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my dinner
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross the line
Girl it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She didn’t wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
Everybody love you like a cold bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go ransom me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming juice all cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Two of them at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls

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Rick Ross – Freaky Hoe (feat. Juicy J, Too Short & Big Krit) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (Boss)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Freaky nigga so I fuck her in her mouth
Fuck her in the ass, then I’m fucking out
Fatboy a baller, yeah they know what’s up
Diamonds in her pussy when I fingerfuck
Rich niggas get a pass when we nut fast
Now the pussy be good with yo’ bum ass
Fucking all night, freaky bitch’ll jump off the shelf
She ask me to choke her, I keep my hands to myself
We fuck on the flo’, I’m rolling up dough
I lean to the side, she loving the stroke
Better and badder, she got wetter and wetter
Then she fucked all my niggas and I will never forget her

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (mhm)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (you know it)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (freaky ho)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (yeah)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
She do something strange for a piece of change
Swallow the whole thang and she don’t complain
I met her in the sto’, I was high and had the munchies
Shawty slid a whole banana down her throat like a monkey
Had to take her to the spot, and that ass like a donkey
You know dope dick turn a broke bitch into a junkie
You know dope dick turn a rich bitch into a fiend
Had to leave that bitch alone, she was drinking all my lean
Dripping lipstick slob on my $1000 jeans
I ain’t know she was this nasty, she not even gagging
Go and pop a molly, pop a perc, pop a xan
Then give me blue tooth, that’s that head with no hands

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (aye)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (can’t hear ya)
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho (what?)
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho (say what?)
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate (tell ’em)
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
I fucked your main bitch and who she hang with
They call me Too $hort, fuck you fucking name bitch
Bad bitches like you, I just be freaking ’em
I hit it once or twice, then we never speak again
You remind me of a bitch I met years ago
You either look like your mama or you been it befo’
You got a Georgia Peach ass with a Miami face
LA swag with New York taste
Me and Luke we used to fuck ’em after shows
Now me and Rozay we fucking all the hoes
In the 3-o-5, where the bitches say “pay me”
And KOD, orange Tootsies going crazy
Yeah I fuck with Katie all the way to East Oakland
And when you with a boss mayne, you know we smoking
I’m looking for a bitch, that love to tell
Now pop that pussy girl and scrub the ground

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Fuck the whole clique, you’s a freaky ho
Get it off the flo’, you’s a freaky ho
Do it for the dough, you’s a freaky ho, freaky ho
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate
Let it twerkulate, ho, let it twerkulate

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Don P – Hit The Block lyrics

[Verse 1: Don P]
Am I being forward? smell like weed, eyes lowered
Pulled up in a beamer, came up in a concord
Came up in a hand me down, now im in a tom ford
40 in my waist or I got it in the top drawer
Go ahead and talk more, like Hov, im def
What you make in a year, im willin to bet
Plus I probably ran thru hoes than hef
Had to get right, then they gettin left
Dont hold you breath baby… unless your mouth full
Me? I keep a lot of um, probably got a house full
Man its only right that I fuck her in the house pool
Remember when I had nothin? Everybody doubtful
Now my route full, barley pulled up Miami
On my biggie flow, then im goin back to cali
In a 500 Benz, I feel like makaveli
Ridin on rims, low pro, pirelli

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
[Verse 2: Don P]
Oh talkin bout me? dont give a fuck about you
I be in the same place, with or without you
When you the come up, everybody doubt you
Right when you on, everybody wannna help you
Got they hand out, never gave a hand up
Went and got my bands up, now I got my brand up
Yall mad cut, kool aid to an act cup
Talkin bout ballin, but it dont really add up
Homie, better catch up.. where the money? where the whip?
Why you keep a bummy click? why ur honey, not thick?
Chick got no hips, wouldn’t give her yo dick!
Tell me how you ball if you always hit a brick
Rule number 4.. you ain’t bumpin no big?
Talkin bout me.. then you bumpin real big
Took a big swig, comin at the big wig
I ain’t gotta prove nothin, I already did but

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do

[Verse 3: Don P]
I be in a foreign, everytime I pull thru
When you kill the game, they gon wanna kill you
Follow everything you do, claimin that they dont feel u
Met you one time, talkin bout the real you
Oh you REALLY knew me, you dont like the new me?
Homie keep it movin, know you canrt move me
Coulda been right here, but you rather be a groupie
100 round clips, hits lookin like a movie
Shout out to my first love, Aka, AR
And I got an AK, in the back of my new car
We done came too far, I dont care who you are
But imma hit the button if my back on the wall
I would takee the fall for my people…
Most of yall wouldn’t take a call from your people
We are not equal, imma ki.. you ain’t nothin but a gram cap
The weight is over, but i dont think you undertsand that

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do

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Troy Ave – Narcos letras

[Hook]
Tendo la cocaína para la vela vida
Yo Tengo la cocaína para la vela
Tendo la cocaína para la vela
Si tiene dinero potemo hashima cosillas

[Verse 1]
Fat girls having me like papi
Let’s go RIP to Gustafi
Fuck those cheap looking horror
I riding through the town with narcos
Cops see me in the street with them clipping
I’m just a young nigga with ambition coming soon
Taking turns out of town extra mission
How you niggers only making cases if you snitching
How many hoes you fucking here
You don’t want say when they getting laid
Waking young still having
I’m El Patron, real jefe
[Hook]
Tendo la cocaína para la vela vida
Yo Tengo la cocaína para la vela
Tendo la cocaína para la vela
Si tiene dinero potemo hashima cosillas

[Verse 2]
BSP nigga period
I came up from the slums but i do that
I hate gettin money true that I got a bg of it
I was in miami too bad
They say they want war we can do that
It’s killing whatever on first sight here we go
Riding by spraying ozzi on the speed bike where’s my boy
You never bite the hands that feed you God no
You niggers too fake I’m a gangster you feelin me
To my enemies I’m a menace
Cops want to slay me down south
But I’m a be a legend when I’m finished

[Hook]
Tendo la cocaína para la vela vida
Yo Tengo la cocaína para la vela
Tendo la cocaína para la vela
Si tiene dinero potemo hashima cosillas

[Outro]
Imagine without a due we made it out
You feelin me and uhm what I’m
Is dropping these for the people
This shit free you know download it
You know am saying Spread the word
And then we going to drop mother fucking uhm
Brakes in my backpack for
On december the fourth and in that one
That one is for you to go out and buy
You know this is going to be EP on album
The pain I feel in it I’m a double right back
I’m a get up in these white christmas tree
Like a real one

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Paloma Ford – She (Nearly Civilized EP) letras

[Verse 1]
She take it to the haze
Sip, sip, sippin’ on that [?], spinnin’ on my brain
Takin’ off her tooth piece, two bitches in my bed
We makin’ a movie, one blind, the other red
The other red

[Chorus]
Cause she look like Rihanna but she not Rihanna
Told her come on over cause I know she want it
In the morning she tiptoeing through my whole apartment
Told her keep it down, please watch she for my garments
[Verse 2]
Let her hit the J because she wanna smoke too
Roll them windows up cause we don’t need no [?]
She’ll ride her Dodge, she do what I tell her too
She won’t catch a charge, for me my bitch is so true, so true
My lines up on a flight to Miami
[?] on my bitches cause they all look semi
[?] ain’t touchdown in Miami, downtown in Miami

[Chorus]
She look like Rihanna but she not Rihanna
Told her come on over cause I know she want it
In the morning she tiptoeing through my whole apartment
Told her keep it down, please watch she for my garments

[Outro]
My garments
My garments
Garments
My garments
My garments
So true
My garments
Garments
My garments
My garments
So true
So true

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Skrillex & Rick Ross – Purple Lamborghini lyrics

[Verse 1]
Biggest boss and I been the trillest
I’m a bigger problem when I click with Skrillex
Murder on my mind, it’s time to pray to God
My revolver is not religious, the revolution’s born
You wanna know my name then go and tell the Sarg
You wanna know my gang: Suicide Squad
Pistol on my waist, I might make a mistake
Dead shot, head shot, oh my god, am I crazy?
Drugs every corner, this is Gotham City
Killer Croc came to kidnap you, to cut out your kidney
Ain’t no mercy, got that purple Lamborghini lurkin’
Rozay, don’t you know that pussy worth it
Flooded Rolex at the Grammy awards
They still sellin’ dope, that’s those Miami boys
Killers everywhere, it ain’t no place to run
Forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun

[Hook: Instrumental]
Ain’t no mercy, a-ain’t no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini, purple Lamborghini lurkin’
Ain’t no mercy, a-ain’t no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini lurkin (Rozay!)
[Verse 2]
Don’t be beggin’ for your life ’cause that’s a lost cause
High stakes, body armor, suicide boy
It’s a time for games and it’s a time to kill
Make up your mind baby ’cause the time is here
Capital murder, capital letters
Yeah she catchin’ my vibe but she can’t fathom my cheddar
Need a couple gang members for these new endeavors
From this point on anything we do, we do together
Body on the corner, million in the trunk
Seven figures, I will spend that every other month
Killers on the corner, talons in the clip
Build a palace out in Paris just to fill with bitches
Say my name and I’m coming with the gun squad
Everybody runnin’, homie, there’s only one God
Cocaine white Ferrari, I’m in the fast lane
Every day was life and death, that’s when the cash came
Count money, drug residue even blood on ‘em
He had a driver ’til I put my cuz on it
Kickin’ in the door boy, Suicide Squad
Needle in my arm so I’m do or die for it

[Hook: Instrumental]
Ain’t no mercy, a-ain’t no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini, purple Lamborghini lurkin’
Ain’t no mercy, a-ain’t no mercy
Got that purple Lamborghini lurkin’, (Rozay!)

[Outro]
Power
Greed
Devious
Needs
Highstakes
(Cash money)
Dope boy
(Rap money)
Renzel, Real hip
Forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun
(Rozay!)

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Soulja Boy – Diamonds Bitin’ (feat. Boosie Badazz) (King Soulja 6 Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
(Young Chop on the beat)
Yeah man I don’t know what the fuck going on man
Yeah man try to size this shit up nigga, stacks on deck
Pussy ass nigga fuck
Got me and Trill Sammy in this bitch
Ay, yeah, skrt, yeah, ay
Ay, (baow yeah-yeah-yeah)

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Hit the highway it’s time to take a trip
Look at my neck, cuban link water whip
Hop out the ‘Rari looking like the president
Me and Trill Sammy in Miami kicking shit
Pour out the Hi-Tech, I pour out the Actavis
Riding through the block posted with savages
Grab up the brick then we ship it and package it
Draco make a nigga do backflips
Ice out my wrist then I ice out my other ear
Broke gang, nigga get the fuck out of here
Hop out the ‘Rari a nigga too rich
Come get your bitch, she all on my dick
Come here for serving, I came here for trapping
Catch me in Zone 1 and I’m packing
All of my niggas, you know we got ratchets
Pull up on your block, what the fuck bracking?

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting

[Verse 2: Trill Sammy]
Beat the pussy, I’m Tyson
None of these bitches I’m wifing
Hop in the coupe with no license
Most of these bitches be trifling
Pouring the lean till I go to sleep
Come get your bitch, she up under me
Make her bend it on Versace sheets
Call up the plug for a 100 piece
Yeah my lil bitch up in Hollywood
Smoking that gas out a backwood
Dropping that top up in your hood
The (?) it’s all good
I’m leaving the bank and it’s all blue
Watch how I walk in Chanel shoes
Just cracked the seal, yeah that brand new
Sending them shots through your bullet proof

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Forgiato what I’m riding
All of my diamonds they biting
Chopper bullets hit like titans
Draco bullets hit like lightening
All of my diamonds, they biting
Kicking shit like I’m Bison
Smoking purple like Vikings
All of my diamonds, they biting