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T Pain – Neon Lights Lyrics

[Intro] Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1] Late nights, can’t keep my eyes on the road (Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Late nights, baby I just wanna go home (Ooh) Just imagin’ (Yeah), just relaxin’ (Yeah) Gettin’ nasty (Yeah), in the taxi (Yeah) No distractions (Yeah), no transactions (Yeah) Oh you laughin’ (Why you laughin’, girl?) ‘Cause I know that you know from your reaction (Yeah) That you know that I know what’s ’bout to happen (Yeah) Got you so predictable in every fashion (Yeah) You can’t hold back your feelings, you’re an addict (Yeah) We all let go when we’re on it (I ain’t thinkin’) Yeah this is doin’ it for me (Do it with me) Promise it’ll be alright, just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
[Chorus] Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights Just as long as we know what we know, what we know
[Verse 2] J-j-just imaginin’ (Yeah), we get it crackin’ (Yeah) I know exactly what you want, ain’t gotta ask it (Yeah) Look at me, look at me baby, I’m the captain now Divin’ deep in that water, girl put that battle down (Ooh) Ooh girl you so blessed, she poppin’ Classic, stoppin’ Like acid, toxic We just hated each other, we get [?] now Don’t know why we keep thinkin’, we gonna last more rounds (Truth is) I only do it for the booty call (Can you do that?) I know it’s foolish, we’ve been through it all (Can you do that?) But I promise it’ll be alright, just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
[Chorus] Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights Just as long as we know what we know, what we know

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T-Pain – Neon Lights Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Late nights, can’t keep my eyes on the road (Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Late nights, baby I just wanna go home (Ooh)
Just imagin’ (Yeah), just relaxin’ (Yeah)
Gettin’ nasty (Yeah), in the taxi (Yeah)
No distractions (Yeah), no transactions (Yeah)
Oh you laughin’ (Why you laughin’, girl?)
‘Cause I know that you know from your reaction (Yeah)
That you know that I know what’s ’bout to happen (Yeah)
Got you so predictable in every fashion (Yeah)
You can’t hold back your feelings, you’re an addict (Yeah)
We all let go when we’re on it (I ain’t thinkin’)
Yeah this is doin’ it for me (Do it with me)
Promise it’ll be alright, just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
[Chorus]
Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
Just as long as we know what we know, what we know
[Verse 2]
J-j-just imaginin’ (Yeah), we get it crackin’ (Yeah)
I know exactly what you want, ain’t gotta ask it (Yeah)
Look at me, look at me baby, I’m the captain now
Divin’ deep in that water, girl put that battle down (Ooh)
Ooh girl you so blessed, she poppin’
Classic, stoppin’
Like acid, toxic
We just hated each other, we get [?] now
Don’t know why we keep thinkin’, we gonna last more rounds
(Truth is)
I only do it for the booty call (Can you do that?)
I know it’s foolish, we’ve been through it all (Can you do that?)
But I promise it’ll be alright, just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
[Chorus]
Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
Just as long as we know we’re rollin’ up like the neon lights
Just as long as we know what we know, what we know

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Smoove L – Apollo Lyrics

[Intro]
(This is a Mello beat)
Yeah, woah, woah, woah
Ahh, woah, woah, woah, ah
Oh baby (Baby)
Let’s (let’s) f**k one more time
If your nigga keep runnin’ you down, put your phone on D.N.D and pay him no mind (f**k that nigga)
And this bitch really listen to me and it’s so sad, this hoe out of line
But i’m with the f**kery, I like em’ touchin’ me just don’t get close to my .9 (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Ksubi on, I’m feeling wavy as ever (Feeling wavy as ever)
If you do me wrong, I’ma move onto the better (Move onto the better)
Yeah, and I’m paranoid, so I just hold on my Barretta
This bitch she a ‘lil baddie, told the bitch to add me it’s now or never (Yeah)
And we met at New Apollos (New Apollos)
And she f**ked me for a ride (For a ride)
And I’m turnt in the spot, If he get to actin’ stupid, Imma get to shootin’ watch his body drop (Bow)
[Verse 1]
This night, it will never end
I can’t take a L all I do is win
This hoe she just fronted on me now I’m mad
I’m boutta go try up on her best friend
These bitches be actin’ hot, but they trash
That’s why I act blind in these Ray Bans
I’m really a sex addict
I just f**ked Kesha now I’m boutta go link Raven, yeah
It’s really a litty night, this gold Magnums is gon’ get me right
They saved me from babies and girls going crazy
I won’t have a baby through the night (Can’t have my baby)
You know we be buggin, you know we be thugging, You drop a four, then we start a fight
You know we be buggin, you know we be thugging, You drop a four, then we start a fight (Bow)
[Chorus]
Oh Baby
Let’s (let’s) f**k one more time
If your nigga keep runnin’ you down
Put your phone on D.N.D and pay him no mind (f**k that nigga)
And this bitch really listen to me and it’s so sad, this hoe out of line
But i’m with the f**kery, I like em’ touchin’ me just don’t get close to my .9 (Yeah)
And we met at New Apollos (New Apollos)
And she f**ked me for a ride (For a ride)
And I’m turnt in the spot, If he get to actin’ stupid, Imma get to shootin’ watch his body drop (Bow)
[Verse 2]
Step out of my house, and look down
I’m dripped out
This bitch flirting with me
Imma back my big dick out (Suck It)
This big glizzy on my side, watch the bullets spit out (Bow)
And I can’t forget the gang all my niggas really dripped out (Yeah)
I just seen my ex, and I rode by
Nappy Boy from the 4 and I don’t say hi
Let’s turn up a little more, that boat she drive
Ice cup from the corner store, and we gettin’ high
[Chorus]
Ksubis on, I’m feeling wavy as ever (Feeling wavy as ever)
If you do me wrong, Imma move onto the better
(Move onto the better)
Yeah, and I’m paranoid, so I just hold on my barretta
This bitch she a lil baddie
Told the bitch to add me it’s now or never (Yeah)
And we met at New Apollos (New Apollos)
And she f**ked me for a ride (Ride)
And I’m turnt in the spot, If he get to actin’ stupid, Imma get to shootin’ watch his body drop (Bow)
[Outro]
Yeah, Baby, Yeah, Ooh Ooh, Baby

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Mir Fontane – Still In The Hood Lyrics

Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Aye, Aye, Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait, Aye, Aye
[Chorus]
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool I’m cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan, (aye aye aye ooh)
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan (aye aye aye)
[Verse 1]
I got hoes, you see them all at my shows, thats ya girl in the front row
But oh no, she want a ring like Malone, so i just pass her to my bros
Don’t rock mikes, my new lil bitch take the pipe, she got that thing i like
Vodka on ice, (ooh ooh) might keep it light tonight, hen’ny make me wanna fight
Aye heard your new shit is trash as f**k
Like you should just pack it up, like thats enough
Niggas talk shit on the internet then they wanna dab me up, like back it up
Might buy my momma a crib, (aye)
Might put some ice on my bros (aye, aye)
Might throw some gold on my teeth (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Aye watch it glisten like General Tso’s
[Chorus]
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex (yea), I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan
Ok bet, came in this bitch with the flex, I am why these niggas upset
Ok bool, young nigga breaking the rules, getting head in the pool im cool
Ooh Ooh, heard you ain’t making no moves, heard you ain’t paying ya dues
Oh god damn, eyes like i came from Japan still in the hood like the clan, aye

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MadeinTYO – Stop Calling Lyrics

Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)
[Verse 3: Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top, boy, don’t stop (Tay)
Thirty bands, it look like it’s a lot (Okay)
He want everything that I got, I’m everything she not, ayy
I pulled up and bought the lot (Bitch), what you thought? Ayy, you gon’ have to show me though (Money)
Yeah, you cool but what’s up with your homie, bro? Phone on lock (Skrrt, yeah)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Ah-hah)
(Money)
[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ayy, ayy)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Bitch, where you at? Phone on lock (Skrrt, Tay Money)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh, work it, work it, woah)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ top)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Where her what?)
Oh, this your shit? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Skrrt, bitch)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Dumbass)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, what she workin’ for? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you cheating, girl? (Ain’t never what)
Why you cheating, girl? (Hold up, I got racks)
Uh, racks on my line and in my pants (Goddamn)
Uh, now I gotta get more rubber bands (Get more rubber bands, damn)
Fuck this shit in my fitted, word to Cam (Get to fuckin’)
Because…
[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Key Glock]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Right now)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)
[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
I’m makin’ money (Yeah)
Laughin’ to the bank, ain’t nothin’ funny (Racks, racks, racks)
Ooh, pockets on Big Boi (Ooh)
Move smooth, yeah, feel like Leeroy (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ to that bread feel like a D-boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put you on your head, feel like a B-boy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, yeah, that’s a fact
Booty hang on thighs, ass fat (Wam, wam, wam, ooh)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Hello? Play this song
[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ooh)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? (What she what?)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, where her Birkin though? Phone on lock (Phone on huh?)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt) Huh (Where you at, bitch?)
I need, I need, I need some of that (The top, bitch)
And I’m tryna hit it from the back (From the back, bitch)
Hit it, hit it, hit it like I can’t (No more, bitch)
Money calling, who is that? (What’s up with big bro?

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Post Malone – Saint-Tropez Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Such a long time (Wow)
I’ve been waitin’, I’ve been waitin’ for a long time (Yeah)
Such a long time
I’ve been waitin’, I’ve been waitin’ for a long time (Yeah)
Such a long time (Ooh)
[Verse 1]
Ooh, this shit bliss, I’m so rich (Fuck that shit, ooh)
Abs like Abercrombie Fitch (Damn, ooh)
Milly, on my (Whoa, bitch)
Versace boxers on my dick (On my dick, damn)
Bud Light runnin’ through my piss (Ooh)
On a yacht 50 meters insuffish (Insufficient)
50 carats on my fist (On my fist)
The roof go down when I hit switch (Ooh, bitch)
I money ball like Bradley Pitt (Bradley Pitt, ayy)
I worked so hard for all this shit (All this shit)
Pumpin’ out classics in the Batmobile, goin’ bat shit
[Chorus]
Such a long time (Damn)
I’ve been waitin’, I’ve been waitin’ for a long time (Such a long time)
Such a long time (Such a long time)
I’ve been waitin’, I’ve been waitin’ for a long time (For a long time)
Such a long time
[Verse 2]
I’m in Saint-Tropez, I had to check wrist (Wow)
I just bought my girl a new necklace (A new necklace)
One, two, three, four, five, six (Five six)
I’ll take ’em all, don’t matter what the price is (What the price is)
I said I’m sorry mama for my vices (For my vices)
You’ll never understand what my life is (My life is)
One, two, three, four, five, six (Damn)
Shit, I’m checking off my bucket list (My bucket list)
You try to give advice, I don’t need it
I’ve been doin’ what I want since fetus
What you call a holiday (Ooh), I call another day (Yeah)
And I ain’t ever stoppin’, no apologies
[Chorus]
Such a long time (Such a long time)
I’ve been waitin’, I’ve been waitin’ for a long time (Such a long time)
Such a long time (Such a long time)
I’ve been waitin’, I’ve been waitin’ for a long time (Long time)
Such a long time
[Outro]
I’m in Saint-Tropez, I had to check wrist

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Young Thug – Sup Mate Lyrics

Bitches love a nigga’s accent (Woo, woo)
Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (Woo, woo)
I hang with some slimes, pullin’ kick doors (Woo, woo)
Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin’
Gucci socky on my feet
Sloppy toppy, keep it neat
One, two, three, I got freaks
Ooh, four girls on fleek
Ooh, bad and saditty
Ooh, ass and her titties
Ooh, that ting litty
And my Spanish ting, she bad like J. Got cake, mate (Yeah, yeah)
Got cheese, mate, got bread, mate (Woo)
Got cups, mate (Woo, ooh), no fucks, mate (Woo, mate)
Give no fucks, mate (Woo, fucks, mate), I’m up, mate (Woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)
It’s up, mate, I buck, mate (Yeah, yeah)
I bleed, mate, he bled, mate (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Got cups, mate, (Woo) no fucks, mate
Let’s fuck, mate (Woo)
Fucked my classmate (Woo), fuck, shit, let’s splash, mate (Woo)
Or suck that shit, let’s splash, hey
[Verse 2: Future]
Smokin’ on loud, we don’t fuck around with y’all
Wanna try this shit, let me know
We prepare first and then Columbine
Trenchcoat, under a nigga’s sleeve
[Refrain: Future & Young Thug]
Wipe his nose, wipe his nose (Pussy ass nigga)
Wipe his nose, (Slatt) wipe his nose (Wipe your nose)
Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose, slatt) wipe his nose (Slatt, wipe his nose)
Wipe his nose, (Wipe your nose), wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Future]
Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (Yeah, yeah)
Jump in the Bentley, I jump in the truck and I trucker the truck (Woo, yeah, yeah)
Chuggin’ it down, I’m smokin’ a pound, I’m fuckin’ around (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin’ on loud, we don’t fuck around with y’all
[Chorus: Future]
What’s up, mate? Play this song
[Intro: Future]
(DY Krazy)
Yellow tape, I put that on (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, life’s great (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, ice skate (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, crime pay (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (ATL Jacob, yeah, yeah)
20 cars, matte black (Yeah, yeah)
Surfin’ at the Ritz Carlton (Yeah, yeah)
22 pink toes (Poof, poof, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
Oxycontin what I piss
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flip it to the dog like a dish
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Accept the loss before I quit
(Yeah, yeah, accept the loss before I quit, yeah, yeah)
She slept at the house, I bought her Ruth Chris
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
What’s up, mate? (Woo)
I just sniper, mate, (Woo) chain on hydrate, mate (Woo)
Get no sleep, mate, (Woo) I’m geeked, mate, pushin’ weight, outta shape (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4: Young Thug & Future]
Red wings, red bottoms, I’m a fuckin’ devil (Yeah, yeah)
20 tennis chains on, not no Ric Flair medal (Woo, yeah, yeah)
I done gotta run it back, you heard what Gunna tell ’em (Yeah, yeah)
Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles
[Verse 5: Future]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch wanna hit her a lick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch wanna suck on the dick, yeah
Bitch wanna get her a brick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)
Bitch wanna fuck on a bitch (Yeah)
Bitch wanna fuck on the clique (Yeah, yeah)
Euros on euros, I’m gettin’ it (Uh)
Step on the floor, now I’m lit (Woo)
[Refrain: Young Thug & Future]
Wipe his nose, wipe a nose (Woo)
Kick a door, keep the Ruger (Woo)
Put the pole in his ho, bend her over (Woo, woo, woo)
Then you buy that bitch a brand new Range Rover (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 6: Future & Young Thug]
I’m so high, all I can say is “Woo, woo, woo”
I can’t talk, I barely could say, “Woo, woo, woo”
Count a M and count another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh)
Fuck that shit, I enter the lotto, woo, woo (Fuck it, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 7: Young Thug & Future]
Count a half and another
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can never be a facade, relative
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Up to the sky with my mom, brothers
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders
(Woo, woo, fuck it, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 8: Future]
Oh, okay, fuck her good, make her try voodoo
Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou
Hood nigga, pay it in full, I’m a black Jew
What’s population? Lo (Ooh, ooh)
I crushed up an X pill in her asshole (Ooh, ooh)
50 round clip, got my Draco (Ooh, ooh)
I should, I should teach drug classes (Ooh, ooh)
I stay on my grind, Margiela ten toes (Ooh, ooh)
Money on my mind, I’m a nympho (Ooh, ooh)
[Outro: Future]
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh)
Ooh, ass and her titties (Ooh)
Ooh, that ting litty (Ooh) I come from the trenches, we pray for a brick
What’s poppin’, lady? (Woo) Got the blicky, featherweight (Woo)
Got the cash, I bake the cake, (Woo) ayy, what’s brackin’, mate?

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Chance the Rapper – Let’s Go on the Run Lyrics

I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)
[Bridge: Chance the Rapper]
(Ooh)
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 4: Chance the Rapper]
Don’t hyperventilate
Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonade
The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate
Lot of matcha and lattes when it’s gettin’ late
The mattress just can’t inflate
Walk out like a zombie from the stu’ and assimilate
Humans to simulate
Went into the bed close the lights and dim the drapes
Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late
Tryna fill the shoes Nick Cannon wear, rental skates
Piss like urinal cakes
I’m ready, I’m finna take the long ride home like the end of a limo date
Rolled the window down so hard that the window break
And toss out my demo tape
[Outro]
Ooh, ooh Play this song
[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh,  ooh
[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey  there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister? I’ve got plans to hug and kiss ya
I’ve  got plans to hug and hug and hug you
Let’s  go on the run (Ooh, ooh)
Let’s go on the run
It’s  time to hit the road
We got one place to go (Ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Greaseproof, meep-meep, I feel like Road Runner
I get my feet loose
I  got that Superman hidden under my jean suit
Sittin’, just waitin’ for Lois to wanna leave too, me too
I swear we gotta get away anywhere that we can
Just meet me by the water, I’ll be there with the sand
And if it goes left, that’s according to plan
Sometimes you gotta chuck the wagon off at the bend
[Verse 2: Knox Fortune]
She broke up with her boyfriend
The people wanna know what he said
They wanna know the way how
You can break her heart like that
Do you know I could see someone with personality? Someone who doesn’t think like me
Someone who doesn’t feel like me
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
I wanna run away now
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(Check, check, check)
Ch-Check it out
[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Baby, we dippin’, tell me who’s whippin’
Let’s beat the traffic, give it a whippin’
These niggas lame
They think they different
With all that extra ass advice but don’t nobody listen
Baby, I’ll keep it in ice but we don’t need a tip in
That’s why you passed on open mic when I was only pimpin’
I say we move down to Atlanta, get a big ol’ house
With a giant pair of Timbs just to kick folks out
Get outta here
Ain’t nobody talkin’ to you (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered (Ooh, ooh)
And be unbothered
We’ll move farther and farther and farther away (Yeah)
[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
Hey there, lovely sister
Won’t you come home to your mister?