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Juice WRLD – The Bees Knees Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s go, let’s go
Chasing the lean
Let’s go (Okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let’s do it

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay

[Verse 1]
It’s my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he’s the shit, words from my peers
Don’t like me, you can suck a dick, that’s how it goes around here
Cowboy, oh yeah, big six shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (Let’s do it)
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (Let’s do it)
These niggas really want me dead
I don’t really think they that lucky (C’mon)
I told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it (Whoa)
I wouldn’t lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
And I ain’t never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
A sexual eruption (Smash)
Open up them legs, I’m hungry

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’ (Yeah)
I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (C’mon)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Let’s go)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (All white)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Verse 2]
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it’s a wave, nigga, I’m a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin’ about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I’m AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein’ afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin’ involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain’t gon’ shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I’ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I’m a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin’ a thot, boy, givin’ ’em top where they brain is
I’m a rockstar lifestyle livin’, dirt bike ridin’, totin’ stainless, I aim big

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’
I need me a safe or something (I do)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (Rape my wrist)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (I know it, yeah)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Beat Switch]

[Interlude]
Let me switch it up on y’all fuck niggas, haha
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Uh (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Double cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
It don’t matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I’m the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees (The bees knees), I am
The bees knees (The bees knees), bitch, I am
The bees knees
It’s hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can’t afford loyalty
‘Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It’s child’s play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am

[Refrain]
OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up the racks, bitch, I’m the bees knees
I’m OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up these racks, I’m the bees knees
(I am the bees knees)

[Outro]
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin’ that talk
‘Cause you talkin’ to a boss
That’s real
My fault, I’m high
A death race for love
I ain’t just racin’ for love though (No I’m not)
My heart racin’
My money racin’ (Facts), my mind racin’ (Facts)
All black diamonds like I’m racist (Huh, you dig?)
“Lucid Dreams” still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin’ like, “How could you say this?”
Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
Smokin’ thrax, countin’ racks (Bees knees)
No fuck racks, need a black card
That’s how I’m gon’ show you I’m hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
(Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin’ with these niggas)
I’m a businessman, so that mean I’m ’bout my business, man
(A businessman, I’m a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
Ayy, RP go that shit, this boy got that shit
(No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y’all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin’ basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees

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NICKI MINAJ – Roman Holiday lyrics

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You’ll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

You done, you tight?
You suck at life?
You don’t want a round three? You done suffered twice
Worship the queen and you might could pass
Keep it real, these bitches couldn’t wipe my ass
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali
These bitches can’t even spell that
You, you hoes buggin’
Repel that
Let me tell you this, sister
I am, I am colder than a blister
Cause my flow’s the sickest
And I’m a lunatic
And this can’t be cured with no Elixir
Cuz y’all know who da f*ck, what da f*ck, I do
I done put the pressure to every thug I knew
Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too
And put the hyena in a freakin zoo

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You’ll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

Bitch, twitch, bitch!
Motherf*ckers right, this is World War 6
This right here might make a bitch die
And this right here gon make a bitch cry
And if we’re being honest, I am such a great guy
And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock
I’mma put her in a dungeon under, under
All these bitches ain’t eating
They dieing of hunger
Motherf*cker I need, who the f*ck is this ho
And yes maybe just a touch of tourettes
Get my wigs terrence go and get my beret

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You’ll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

Come all ye faithful
Joyful and Triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski x3

Talking bout me, you talking about me?
I dare a motherf*cker, be talking about me
These bitches must be smokin’ a couple of OC
They want the outline, I give them a goatee
G* motherf*cker they talking about me?
I dare a motherf*cker, be talking about me
These bitches must be smokin a couple of OC
Ha ba ba ba ba gum goatee

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You’ll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

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The Doppelgangaz – Roll Flee (feat. Tnava) (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
Woe is me, focus in on the lotus feet
Claiming she’s not preggers but notice the foetus be
All up in the photos she pose with the rosary
Trying to make the quotas exposing the coterie
Dopp Gang, MoF & EP
Never let a she control with cajolery
French breed, be calling me monamie
Bumping that Jodeci, got weed and potpourri
See, shit he might flee if my son got her
Gangaz brung 151 and Rum Chata
Police blotter, even though I ain’t done nada
Ayahuasca, cloaked out in Minnewaska
Your posture, keep it upright so you can prosper
A Ganga not bit by mites, he got zoster
A pet fossa, omekase from Masa
Dipping on the bill, for real cause a disaster

[Hook]
Parts Unknown everybody low key
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
Cloaked out G’s, homies and co-d’s
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
You know me, you know me
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
Shit, you know me, you know me
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC

[Bridge]
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
Ayo I’m zoning watching PBA bowling
Laughing uncontrollably that’s just the PBA trolling
See they want to stop us when we rolling
Gotta Stolen PBA card for coppers that’s patrolling
Cus they want to put they boot up in your colon
Next time shake n bake ‘em like my name was Jimmy Dolan
And that’s with or without a Porsche
I’m fully dressed with a big momma having outercourse
Sipping Borcht, game sour like bilimbi
Trying to build your shit up got to watch out for the nimbys
Not in my back yard, they lack nards and act jarred
Spreading through your town like its black tar agh
Known to leave a man marred
In the same cloak, hit the after party for the Vanguard
Then I caught a shuttle with an actress
King size Craftmatic with the cuddle mattress

[Hook]
Parts Unknown everybody low key
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
Cloaked out G’s, homies and co-d’s
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
You know me, you know me
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
Shit, you know me, you know me
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC

[Bridge]
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak