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Migos – Naw, Naw Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
Fuck nigga, you lie
Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

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Trippie Redd – UKA UKA

[Intro]
Yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y’all
So how could I be mad that ain’t y’all
Same reason why I hate y’all
Hop up in this Rari then I race off, aye
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off, aye?
Better say your damn grace dog
Blind in reality just like you’re Ray Charles, aye

[Hook]
Aye, I don’t want no more pressure, no
Don’t want no more pressure, noo
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahha

[Verse 2]
Aye, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
Got the black mask
I’ll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past
Ooh, aye, son these niggas, I’m your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Pray these goofy niggas really goin’ out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I’m Johnny Gat, ooh

[Hook 2]
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure

[Verse 3]
Aye, are you niggas really from the field?
Or are you niggas really from the hills?
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
They’ll shoot your ass down boy, for 1400 kills, for real
I’m tryna find your fuckin chill
I’m off this Actavis, I’m tryna pop a seal
I don’t do Xannies baby, no don’t do no pills
I’m just smokin on dope, baby, just thumbin’ through the mills, so ill

Uka Uka

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Kodak Black – Fuck It

[Intro]
Nah dawg, this lil beat sound familiar like I heard this song before
Somebody did this shit or something before, I don’t know

[Hook]
I swear I think I heard this beat before
But fuck it, I’mma rip this bih anyway
Everybody tell me she a thot ho
But fuck it, I’mma hit the bitch anyway
He coppin’ deuces, he don’t want the beef no more
But fuck it, we done tied him up anyway
I’m gon’ take this money to my grave
It ain’t even nothing when I leave

[Verse 1]
Fuck it, I be rolling off a bean
Yeah, fuck it, it ain’t nothing if you leave
Yeah, fuck it, you ain’t nothing but a fiend
When I’m coming, know I’m running with them Zs
Fuck a rat, nigga, I’m getting to the cheese
I be running to that money full speed
I shouldn’t have brought her over, she don’t wanna leave
Said "Bae, your Uber out the door, it’s time to leave"
Yeah, fuck it, I ain’t even bring the ski
Yeah, fuck it, you can’t keep me out the skreets
Ho, you gon’ die if you keep pissing on my sheets
And when you drive, swear I just order UberEATS

[Hook]
I swear I think I heard this beat before
But fuck it, I’mma rip this bih anyway
Everybody tell me she a thot ho
But fuck it, I’mma hit the bitch anyway
He coppin’ deuces, he don’t want the beef no more
But fuck it, we done tied him up anyway
I’m gon’ take this money to my grave
It ain’t even nothing when I leave

[Verse 2]
Yeah, fuck it, I don’t do no meet-and-greet
Yeah, fuck it, ain’t no linking up with me
Yeah, fuck it, it’s just me and Shotgun Pete
Pistol Pete, a nigga knew him since I was 3
My chains stupid wet, my diamonds cause a leak
I put Christian Louboutins on your feet
All this money doing something to my brain
Fuck it, I don’t even wanna hang
I done elevated, yeah, overhead
Yeah, I’m a lil sedated cause I’m on my meds
Yeah, fuck it, put my phone on Do Not Disturb
Yeah, fuck it lil bitch, you getting on my nerves

[Hook]
I swear I think I heard this beat before
But fuck it, I’mma rip this bih anyway
Everybody tell me she a thot ho
But fuck it, I’mma hit the bitch anyway
He coppin’ deuces, he don’t want the beef no more
But fuck it, we done tied him up anyway
I’m gon’ take this money to my grave
It ain’t even nothing when I leave