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Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
[Chorus]
I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
[Chorus]
Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
I wanna floss like Mike Jones
Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
[Outro]
Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh

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Gucci Mane – Strep Throat Lyrics

[Intro]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
But now the work ain’t stepped on
I make her suck it til she strep throat
Turned into a klepto

[Hook]
Used to get slept on, but now the work ain’t stepped on
I make her suck it til she strep throat
But then she turned into a klepto
This for my niggas getting slept on
But now the work ain’t stepped on
Who make her suck it til she strep throat
Watch that bitch, that bitch a klepto, that bitch a klepto

[Verse 1]
My niggas in the ghetto, yeah they toting heavy metal
Make her suck it til she strep throat
Jump off the top rope the bed broke
My trap house in the ghetto, my stash house got an echo
I know some vatos in Chicago
They’ll slit your throat, they’ll leave your neck broke
Savannah plug I call him presto, Savannah but he call me [?]
At sea port I got good dope
Gucci Mane I got the best smoke (gato)

[Hook]
Used to get slept on, but now the work ain’t stepped on
I make her suck it til she strep throat
But then she turned into a klepto
This for my niggas getting slept on
But now the work ain’t stepped on
Who make her suck it til she strep throat
Watch that bitch, that bitch a klepto

[Verse 2]
All these diamond chains got these bitches on me, yea
I know they see me putting on (puttin on)
They ain’t want me back then but now she want me, yeah
Same way as Mike Jones
Call me pretty boy Tony Macaroni, yeah
[?] that bitch chose
Me and the plug in his backyard we racing ponies, yeah
I just bet a kilo
You’re playing bully but we all feel it’s baloney
Act like you real but we all know you’s a phony
I’m like a Beverly hill-billy with the money
Would call you Orville Redenbacher cause you’re corny

[Hook]
Used to get slept on, but now the work ain’t stepped on
I make her suck it til she strep throat
But then she turned into a klepto
This for my niggas getting slept on
But now the work ain’t stepped on
Who make her suck it til she strep throat
Watch that bitch, that bitch a klepto

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EarthGang – House (feat. Mick Jenkins) (Rags EP)

[Hook]
I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime
I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline
I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime
I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline

[Chorus]
Let it be, let it be (just)
Let it be, let it be (oh just let it be)
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be
Let it be, let it be

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Ex the excess, keep the essence
Keep on stepping
Down the street from them greek picnics, we was nestling
Chocolate babies, incubating, box of blessings
Lead the way, tucked into mamas arms til’ prepubescent
If I was in it for the money, hell I done packed up for the evening
I’d have lasted bout a summer
Lord, I done held out for my season
I’d have missed what I had coming
I’d have pissed what I could stomach
I done palmed out my daddy’s Bible
And sold grand daddy’s people
But, I don’t got no dollars today
But, I’m sure I can blessed you though
Leap of faith, from Z to A, pray for me
My efforts meet my hope
I just need change for the better
I just got drugs for the low
I just got out of some trouble
Can’t get drug into some more
You can tinker, check the starter
Carborator, switch to premium
Chopper pray up, chop your weave
But it don’t work if you don’t believe
Crack the water, drop your seed
Blessed when son called your daddy home
Can’t no love cause you won’t receive
Can’t have nothing ’til you let it go

[Hook]
I pray someday, you’ll find what you need in this lifetime
I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline
I pray someday, I’m what you need in this lifetime
I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
They lied to me
Yeah, they told me I could fly
Yeah, straight up past the sky
Wasn’t talking my pigment
Wasn’t talking my partners
Wasn’t talking my niggas
That truth as loud as nine choppas
Now its rich or die tryin’
Now we live in pine boxes
Aye, fuck that though, I’m still shining
Out the barrel, hoe, I’m still climbing, still slipping
Waitress hit me with the Mike Jones, I’m still tipping
She working seven days a week, lil mama still stripping
Still stressing, still getting it how she live, no wheels
No they won’t call that legendary
That’s why I could never do it so casually
Any moment I could be another casualty
In the Gucci store, they ask "Just browsing?"
I told the bitch purchasing actually
I take three laps ’round the store and get back to me
I might’ve calmed down by then
But maybe not, ya’ll made me hot
Twelve hundred for the sweater, I’m in the mother fucking Marriot
Eating carriot, gang bang, maintain, corporate do the same thing
With the same they just carry that, so I just carry that
Three K for the 14K, low-key, never carry knots
Better know I got the rope though
Spread love by the beaucoup , recouped by the boat load
And the quotient is quotes that will give you close ups on the action

[Bridge]
Get what you, get what you, get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
Sometimes, sometimes when the weather real shitty
And the wind shield wipers and the music on the same beat as I ride through the city
Peep the ghost of my nigga posted up on the same street that he died in the city
Made my mind go a mile a minute
Everyone in a million is a dime a dozen
Cryin’ and puffin’
Kinda busting, now it’s all or nothing
Tough decisions, nip it in the bud
Grew up in the city with all my cousins
Hard to find a nigga that’s not my blood
We was thinking out the box so whatever
Now them hoes that was tryna dog us, tryna faux with us
Where was you when smoking at the parking lot, freestyling on the Marta bus
I got a brand new hand full of angels this year
Ain’t no big deal, the game don’t sit still
Even though Atlanta tough, make it happen
Even though I’m going at it with a passion
No sleep, but I fill up the mattress
Pull up on your bitch when she sick of your crab shit
She get dug out like batting practice
Fuck satisfaction, I really hope you get what you need

[Hook]
I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime
I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline
I pray someday you’ll, find what you need in this lifetime
I know the way, so hard to see through the pipeline

[Outro]
Get what you need
Get what you need
Get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need
Get what you need
Get what you need
Get what you need
Get what you, get what you, get what you need

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Sage The Gemini – Do Not Disturb lyrics

[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Verse 1]
Hop out the coupe like a bird, scratching my rims on the curb
They be like, “Hey, what’s the word?”
I’m like, the bird is the word
I look like I’m the one serving, serving the fields with a purpose
My [?] looking like [?], I’mma hurt ’em
Wait, I am still [?] like Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Slim Thugger
DMX, yeah, all my dogs, they are all for more [?]
We ’bout 4 Gs, jeans like 4 Gs
My car got Wi-Fi, I don’t need 4Gs
She say she want me, ay, I say she full of shit
She really want my green, but I only carry blue strips
Pull up to the front, you all know you gon’ learn
Niggas know it’s my turn
This how they flock on me, specially watching me
[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Verse 2]
I hop out the coupe, you complain I do the money dance
All I wanna do is put the cash in the rubber band
If I spend this shit, gon’ put it in my other hand
In my other hand, yeah
Got a lot of commas, my posse ’round us
They gon’ shoot ’til they last number
With 30 rounds, they just tryna round up
Money didn’t change us, we just counted louder
I used to make seven bucks an hour
Me and bad bitches didn’t get along
Now I ride around, heater stay on
I know it’s summertime but my chains cold
Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
Now you know I’m on, now you know I’m on
I thought you heard, my phone on Do Not Disturb
Watch me

[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Outro]
Hop out the couple like a bird