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RiceGum – DaAdult Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Haha
Dream Addix
So, like, this a DaBaby type-beat
But, I’m not a baby
I’m an adult
[Chorus]
Ayy, if you my brother, then you are my brother forever (Haha)
We don’t do levels, we don’t do wash with the bezels
We like that Plain Jane, we got severals (Bop)
And shots at whoever, they not comin’ heavy (Bop, bop)
They comin’ so light, ayy
Fit hella clean but I still gotta dirty the Sprite, ayy (Money)
[Verse]
I got that muhfuckin’ red Giuseppe, that means that I’m steppin’ so shit you can’t step in
You know that I’m ballin’, I’m feelin’ like Stephen
She said I’m a dog ’cause I fucked on her best friend (Rrr)
And she had it feelin’ like heaven, the pussy so good, uh
Frazier just passed me the ‘Wood, uh
They know they’d flex if they could, uh
I gotta keep a lil’ bitch on my left (On my left)
I gotta keep a lil’ bitch on my right (On my right)
Feel like Rae Sremmurd, I don’t got no type (I ain’t got no type)
She got the cake, yeah, I want me a slice
I feel like [?] ’cause ain’t nothing nice
Where is it at? Someone should tell him he trash
Bitch, you know that I’m smokin’ on gas
And you hold it too long, you should pass, ayy (Hurry the fuck up)
Ayy, hurry up and pass that blunt, I’m tryna get high too, what’s up? Don’t wanna talk, I just wanna bust a nut (Ayy, ayy)
Get out my crib, bounce like a bunny
I don’t really care, ’cause that bitch kinda ugly (Uh)
I tell jokes, but I know I’m not funny
I’m a young Asian, I came from the jungle, yuh
Bitch, yeah, I came from the jungle
I eat up that pussy like Ruffles
I don’t wanna cuddle (Woo)
He talkin’ shit, I know he’s not T.I., but that man trouble
[Chorus]
Ayy, if you my brother, then you are my brother forever (Haha)
We don’t do levels, we don’t do wash with the bezels
We like that Plain Jane, we got severals (Bop)
And shots at whoever, they not comin’ heavy (Bop, bop)
They comin’ so light, ayy
Fit hella clean but I still gotta dirty the Sprite, ayy (Money)
Ayy, if you my brother, then you are my brother forever (Haha)
We don’t do levels, we don’t do wash with the bezels
We like that Plain Jane, we got severals (Bop)
And shots at whoever, they not comin’ heavy (Bop, bop)
They comin’ so light, ayy
Fit hella clean but I still gotta dirty the Sprite, ayy (Money)
[Outro]
Haha He say he poppin’ but where is his plaques?

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Ebenezer – Flaws And All Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All we need in love is practice
But we both sot too many bad habits
I know we both want the same things
‘Cause you always end up right back on my mattress
Breathe slow, wanna take off these clothes
Deep stroke, I’ll give you that deep stroke
We ended right back at the start
No matter how hard I try
It won’t fix the broken hearts
[Pre-Chorus]
So, if you’re not sure
Then baby, I can be yours
If you take my love for granted
There can’t be us no more
[Chorus]
I wanna say, “I do,” but I don’t
I wanna say, “I will,” but I know I won’t
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Wanna say, “I can,” but I can’t
I really wanna give us a second chance
‘Cause lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Even with your flaws and all
Yeah, you still the one
Even with your flaws and all
Yeah, you still the one
[Verse 2]
It’s hard to be in control of this jealousy
I’m supposed to be your baby, you actin’ crazy
Dirty dancin’ with somebody else, I’m Patrick Swayze
You’re supposed to be my lady, yeah
But you played games with
Plain Jane, playin’ Matrix
Time all wasted, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You said it yourself
[Pre-Chorus]
If you’re not sure
Then baby, I can be yours
If you take my love for granted
There can’t be us no more
[Chorus]
I wanna say, “I do,” but I don’t
I wanna say, “I will,” but I know I won’t
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Wanna say, “I can,” but I can’t
I really wanna give us a second chance
‘Cause lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Even with your flaws and all
Yeah, you still the one
Even with your flaws and all
Yeah, you still the one
Wanna say, “I do,” but I don’t
I wanna say, “I will,” but I know I won’t
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Wanna say, “I can,” but I can’t
I really wanna give us a second chance
‘Cause lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Lovin’ you ain’t easy, but I still do it regardless
Even with your flaws and all
Yeah, you still the one
Even with your flaws and all
Yeah, you still the one

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Rich Homie Quan – Probation Lyrics

[Chorus]
Pray my [?] don’t get that call ’cause she gon’ smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I’ve been f**king she can smell it on my dick
I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich
Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit
If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch
I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her
[Verse 1]
I’ve been counting up for so long my finger get cramps
I got that water tucked under my shirt my shit getting dim
And I know my bitch ain’t pregnant she was having cramps
I don’t know none of these niggas over here but I’m gonna adapt
[?] trap to a cash room, setting up shop in a bathroom
Just like a [?] you bad news, everything around me cash rules
Talk to broke nigga I can pop it I just made a deposit I was with my dead dude
Don’t give me no respond if I ain’t ask you, naw little nigga I got her back too
A rich nigga still eating fast food, [?] dish with a little can food
Too rich to vacay to Cancun, I would’ve wifed her but she ran through
Shooters on go when the van moves, I’m a stand up guy need a standing ovation
I smoke too much I don’t know why I took a pee for probation
[Chorus]
Pray my [?] don’t get that call ’cause she gon’ smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I’ve been f**king she can smell it on my dick
I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich
Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit
If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch
I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her
[Verse 2]
[?] on my [?] look at all this Louie we just bought
Lawyer on retainer hope my shooter don’t get trialed
Heard that dope just locked up watch me loose it with a [?]
Need me to pull some strings I get acoustic with that guitar
Run it up, run it up, run it up [?]
Count it up, count it up, count it up [?]
[?]
Forensic can’t get no DNA but they outlined him in [?]
[?] my clothes that’s the G code, take a nigga hoe, yeah repo
The GPS lost with a [?], can’t tell a op [?] week long
A nigga get popped [?] home, cut the light out we gon’ creep slow
And I pray my probation officer don’t hear this song
[Chorus]
Pray my [?] don’t get that call ’cause she gon’ smell it on my piss
And my bitch know I’ve been f**king she can smell it on my dick
I ain’t gotta take no picture with money you can tell a nigga rich
Pay ten for this jacket in Milan look at the leather on this bitch
Look at that Plain Jane he got on now look at the bezzle on my shit
If I can’t get her nigga I don’t want her but never settle over no bitch
I ain’t never fell in love with no bitch who ain’t have my back like I had hers
Shorty show me mad love, step into the bag for her

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Larry June – Around The World Lyrics

[Intro]
I done been around the world
Overseas to Cali girl
Aye, Fisher what’s happening
Check
Alright, yeah
Okay look
[Verse]
Dippin’, movin’, back in action
Mobbin’, stackin’, bitch what’s happenin’
Like a credit card I need my balance
My whip cost a mansion, the one in Atlanta
I’m him, not your boyfriend
Run it up for me we can do it again
I’m swervin’ back in the game
I don’t really give a f**k just let me do my thing
A nice ass chain that’s around my neck
Plain Jane rollie when I dip in the ‘Vette (numbers)
Stock, that’s how I’m dippin’ for now on
Ridin’ in peace, give a f**k about a pothole
Wake up early, make my son a sandwich
Grapes and carrots keep him lightweight healthy
Clean, like I’m back to school
10th grade nigga, had to pack the tool
She said “I never met a Mack like you”
M’s, bae, I need more than a few
It’s critical, I need my bag
20 G’s on me got the walk on sag
[Chorus]
I done been around the world
Overseas to Cali girl
Dippin’, movin’, back in action
Mobbin’, stackin’, bitch what’s happenin’
What’s happenin’, drop the addy
I’m slidin’ through in a whip that’s candy
[Verse 2]
I’m tryna have a nice day, no drama at all
Frisco nigga, that’s where I’m from
Smoking, chops only
The shit just look better when I hold it
Look who it is, the bitch from the V (Vallejo)
I use to go Bethel dressed in LRG
Stock, that’s how I’m dippin’ from now on
Ridin’ in peace, give a f**k about a pothole
[Chorus]
Dippin’, movin’, back in action
Mobbin’, stackin’, bitch what’s happenin’
What’s happenin’, drop the addy
I’m slidin’ through in a whip that’s candy
[Outro]
I done been around the world
Overseas to Cali girl
I done been around the world
Overseas to Cali girl

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Kid Ink – No Stones Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Everybody showin’ out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say ”It’s gettin’ late” but we see time different
I ain’t puttin’ no stones in my Patek
Tryna show you different kinda flex
Damn, I think I need lil’ shawty sex
We gon’ keep it goin’, night ’til the morning
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Yeah, that’s a flex (That’s a flex)
Papi got them flockin’ out the nest (Brrr)
You can tell the vibe from how I dress
Most these niggas copies in the flesh (God damn, ay)
Hundred shots like Dolph
Quarter pound on deck
Break bread wit’ my dawg
Told the nigga “You next”
I flooded the Rollie but not the Patek
Heard you been running your mouth
Watch how I run up a check (Check)
Took my baby shoppin’, I might do a lill’ too
Gave her a stack of hundreds and said, “Do what you do”
We started from the bottom, now she grew, grew, grew
Finally caught my groove, forever this the move
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Everybody showin’ out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say “It’s gettin’ late” but we see time different
I ain’t puttin’ no stones in my Patek
Tryna show you different kinda flex
Damn, I think I need lil’ shawty sex
We gon’ keep it goin’, night ’til the morning
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
Yeah
I need hunnids on top of hunnids, ahh, yeah
I can tell they really don’t love me, ahh, yeah
I ran my bag up, now she love it, ahh, yeah
These niggas mad, ain’t gettin’ no money, ahh, yeah (Sad)
They lookin’ sad while I laugh to the bank
[?] I make her faint
I got [?] like we came in the tank (For real)
I stay down up in this game
‘Bout to see real niggas go insane
I can tell they don’t feel my pain
I get the cash in a whole ‘nother lane
I got the money [?] the fame
Might cop the foreign and blow out the brain
[?]
Baby so different, I’m feelin’ insane
I might just Plain Jane that Patek
When I touch, she gon’ get wet
When I leave, she get upset
When I get back, she know what’s next
Ain’t no flex
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Everybody showin’ out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (They do)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say “It’s gettin’ late” but we see time different
I ain’t puttin’ no stones in my Patek
Tryna show you different kinda flex
Damn, I think I need lil’ shawty sex
We gon’ keep it goin’, night ’til the morning

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T-Wayne – Fuck Russ Lyrics

[Intro]
[?] on that beat
Yeah, foreign, foreign, foreign

[Verse 1]
I told em, fuck Russ
You ain’t shit
You a bitch
Diamond wrist, peep the drip
Water whip, Plain Jane, new Mulsanne
Shorty wanna give me brain, cuz the fame (yea, yea)
I’m coming live and direct
I got you niggas upset
Hoping out the private jet, got your bitch wet
Snake on my belt, lookin like a new pet
Cut my ex off, need a new thang
Copped a new chain and a pinky ring
Southwest airline, that’s a plain jane
I just dropped a bag and the Blue Flame

[Chorus]
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing

[Verse 2]
I’m hoppin off of a jet
I’m on a run for a check
I gotta flex
I put your bitch in a vette
Runnin up plays like I’m Brett
I got her wet
I got my gun like a sketch
Keep that bitch I ain’t impressed
Don’t give a damn bout my ex
Fuck on her friend and I jet
I want Patek Phillipe
I got my choppa on me
I fuck around in the suite
I be feelin like skreets, bitch I be geeked
Light up the sweet in a suite
I be ridin’ a foreign
You know the engine be roarin’
I’m outta space like the orbit
The whip gotta horsey
You would think it was Ralph Lauren
I’m on the track like Jeff Gordon, yea

[Chorus]
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing
I want the new Ferrari
I want the Plain Jane
I want the presidential Rollie
She want the whole gang (gang, gang)
She a little freak she’ll bust it
Diamonds real cold like Russia
Told lil bitch don’t touch it
Young, rich, came up from nothing

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Kevin Gates – Change Lanes lyrics

Been through a lot of pain in my life, and I pray the Lord take it all away
I got family doing life, never see the sunshine again and pray it all away
We all the way!

[Chorus]
Diamond teeth when I bless the game, I was bein’ quiet but got a lot to say
Unique chains on a freeway, don’t need reigns, cocaine Wraith
Made a statement, I was grindin’ on ’em, got an order off, want a replay?
Rolex, no diamonds in it, Swiss movement, no time for tickin’
Introverted, not tryna kick it, private life, please mind your business
Introverted, these days, introverted, these days
Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes
Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes

[Verse 1]
Making Salat, I ain’t miss a beat
Praise to Allah, made it out the clink
Alhamdulillah, praise be to God
Big booty freak, givin’ a massage
Lookin’ in the mirror, lookin’ at a star
She get on her knees and look up at a star
Remember being broke, wishin’ on a star
Out the mud no one givin’ us a star
White gold, iced out, Audemars
Foreign car, push button, autostart
Rest and relaxation not involved, goin’ hard Rolls Royce, R&R
Wonder why these niggas hate me?
Probably ’cause they know they ain’t me
I ain’t never been a gang member, Illinois labeled me a gang chief
Political spear, Judge Linehan racist, I’m bein’ sentenced
Wrongful conviction, broke bread and lied to me
Gave him a quarter ticket, he did not appeal it
Layin’ in my cell, lookin’ at the ceiling
I’m on a division, me and all the killers
Throwin’ sh*t and piss on all the staff members
Even got the warden, that’s why they had to ship us

[Chorus]
Diamond teeth when I bless the game, I was bein’ quiet but got a lot to say
Unique chains on a freeway, don’t need reigns, cocaine Wraith
Made a statement, I was grindin’ on ’em, got an order off, want a replay?
Rolex, no diamonds in it, Swiss movement, no time for tickin’
Introverted, not tryna kick it, private life, please mind your business
Introverted, these days, introverted, these days
Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes
Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes

[Verse 2]
(Vroom Vroom) This a Camaro
I’m rockin’ Bread Winners’ fitness apparel
Sexy receptionist look like a dancer
Pardon me ma’am, I’m demandin’ some answers
Not makin’ plans that was made to be cancelled
Coulda said, “Hi,” you know I’m kinda bashful
Unwillin’ to f*ck with me, why you starin’?
Got some real niggas and we into sharin’
Conservative aura, I glow in the dark
I speak in no English, I’m talkin’ numerics
Islamic fashion out in Paris, overseas when I travel, McLaren
Come to think this was me in the alley
Mickie D’s we was purchasin’ salads
Chi-raq, buyin’ chicken from Harold’s
Jerk Villa uncured chicken and cabbage
Fresh yams, politic’n with family
I got status, gotta catch me in traffic
Makin’ music, but I’m really a trapper
Booty club, ’bout to f*ck up a sandwich
A hundred bands, if you ain’t catch him, what’s happenin’?
[?] I told him we platinum
Amsterdam on the tram, we in transit
Word to God, I’ma f*ck a Kardashian

[Chorus]
Diamond teeth when I bless the game, I was bein’ quiet but got a lot to say
Unique chains on a freeway, don’t need reigns, cocaine Wraith
Made a statement, I was grindin’ on ’em, got an order off, wanna replay?
Rolex, no diamonds in it, Swiss movement, no time for tickin’
Introverted, not tryna kick it, private life, please mind your business
Introverted, these days, introverted, these days
Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes
Plain Jane, I done changed lanes, Plain Jane, I done changed lanes

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Travis Scott – Watch lyrics

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, f*cked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
She slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your sh*t rockless, my sh*t hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

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A$AP Ferg – Kristi YamaGucci Lyrics

[Intro: NickNPattiWhack]
Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
Damn baby, I been smokin’
Been chokin’ and its so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
And choke them even harder
‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s fuckin’ champ, these are puppies baby
They can’t fuck with you baby, lord

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks, Dapper Dan all on my back
Double G all on my cap, monogram on a Maybach
Testin’ that pussy like Pap (smear), eatin’ that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah), [Lil Pump?] she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write Yammy a letter, tell ’em I’m doin’ way better
“Plain Jane” the song of the year, I’m busy just chasin’ the lettuce
I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas
Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJs, then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sendin’ me all these free clothes, momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay, niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me and Jam Master Jay for TJ

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the fuckin’ world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot touch you

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
See you flaggin’ and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia, got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
You need to get one of these fuckin’ Motorolas
Niggas can’t even track us, baby

[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tyin’ up to punks
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talkin’ groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talkin’ niggas, I ain’t talkin’ nada
They ain’t talkin’ figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruisin’ in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m gettin’ buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playin’ chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losin’ track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)

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G Herbo – My Way Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh huh
Aye
Damn, hol’ on
What the fuck? Who the fuck is this?
Hol’ on
Aye
Aye

[Verse 1]
IPhone goin’ off
Press decline, hit the power button just to throw it off
Annoyin’ ass lil’ bitch keep texting me
I hate a know-it-all
I hit bitches ASAP on the first night I don’t know at all
And if you think this shit got them sick, wait ’til I show it all
50K, I put that on my wrist, ain’t have no glow at all
Plain Jane, sky dweller
Get that money now or never
Got that chick, you know I’m gangster
What I do? Go buy a bezel
And I’m out here by my lonely
One up on me, niggas can’t get one up on me
Run up on me, ain’t gotta cock it, one up on me
Get a little cocky, big bro told me, nigga, you chosen
Bad enough I say “I’m broke”, everybody be like “Nigga you hoeing”
I can’t lie, I’m holdin’
I can’t fold it, rubber band to hold it
Now I’m out in [La Postolle?] rollin’, in my flipflops strollin’
Still got paranoia, I’m off [?] lookin’ off my shoulder
Book me for a show, I ain’t gon’ go unless you get my pole in

[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way

[Verse 2]
Aye, bitch I have my way
Yeah I drive i8s
And I’m still [?]
Still’ll take fly on the jakes
Let a fuck nigga try and invade my home
Chopper shell right in the face
I secure my chain like a iPhone
Fingerprint right on the safe
Got girl scouts straight from the bay
Gucci shirt came from the A
Used to sip lean by the case
Thought it make the pain go away
I was high, fuck around, caught a case
Then them fights ain’t still go away
So far I gave my lawyer 8K, but that shit I make that rain in a day
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
I bought all of that Balmain, this that Palm Angels
She got all of that [?], swallow all I came
These hoes be actin’ like they thang but they all basic

[Chorus]
Bitches love me
‘Cause they love gangsters
Gettin’ money
This that Palm Angels
This a hurdle
Issa 30
It’s Lil Herbo
Two door, swervin’
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
Aye, aye
And I have my way
And I have my way
Yeah, I have my way

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IDK & Denzel Curry – No Wave

[Chorus: IDK]
I’m goin’ uptown with a smile and my tongue brown
Rollie in my name, Plain Jane, what’s a bust down?
Nigga, I ain’t on what you on, you a fuckin’ fraud
You know that ain’t love, not at all
See, I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now

[Verse 1: IDK]
Ballin’ is a lay up, shots gon’ make you lay down
Niggas keep on hatin’, they know they ain’t safe now
I might have to take shit, run up in your safehouse
Did a show in Paris, now I’m off to Cape Town (run it, run it)
I came from spammin’ on DMs
But now shit done changed, I go HAM on your BM
They used to make fun of him, now they wan’ be him
See, I just be sonnin’ ’em, a.m. to p.m.​
You didn’t believe him and now you done changed
I’m no angel, the demon
Yeah, you like to smile in his face when you see him
That’s why I don’t look in your face for a reason
Bitch, this is a black bear in season

[Chorus: IDK]
I’m goin’ uptown with a smile and my tongue brown
Rollie in my name, Plain Jane, what’s a bust down?
Nigga, I ain’t on what you on, you a fuckin’ fraud
You know that ain’t love, not at all
See, I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Thurgood Marshall artist
If you try to hit a foul like Artemis, uh
For the new wave, I started it
Like a du-rag when you open up the starter kit, uh
Same shit but a new fly Jay I
D got a motherfuckin’ K on the side
Chopped off, now a nigga lay on the side
Yellow tape, everybody pray on the side
Noah’s ark, I made my mark
So, nigga, don’t start with me, don’t fuck with me
From the dust, I’m Spartacus
So anybody touchin’ me is first and three
Whirlwind mixed with a whirlpool
Denzel ’bout to make a fuckin’ typhoon
What can I say? I’m a boss tycoon
Coolest monkey in the jungle, not a baboon, ah

[Chorus: IDK]
I’m goin’ uptown with a smile and my tongue brown
Rollie in my name, Plain Jane, what’s a bust down?
Nigga, I ain’t on what you on, you a fuckin’ fraud
You know that ain’t love, not at all
See, I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now
I could fuck the wave up, bitch, that ain’t the wave now

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Maxo Kream – Bussdown

[Intro]
Maxo, Bussdown
Maxo, Bussdown
Set it up
Break it down
Wrap it up
Wear it up
Bust it down
Open up
Vacuum seal

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 1]
Stay ten toes I’m down (ten toes)
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get ’em off)
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Look at my water, don’t drown (Fiji)
Neck wet like baptized (church)
MJ with the 4-5 (fadeaway)
Trap house strapped, no bugee (say what?)
Wrappin’ up a pack like a mummy (uh huh)
Two for the [?], serve junkies (trap)
Serve purp’ fake to a dummy (rookie)
Got a lot of young crash dummies (uh huh)
[?] rap with your tummy
Trap out the vaco apartment
I move the dope in abundance (bussdown)
Bussdown the quarters and onions
I split the pot like circumference

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bussdown (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 2]
[?]
Trust my decoratin’ (what else?)
Joysticks like PlayStation
Sellin’ gas like station (unleaded)
Can’t keep my clients waitin’ (woah)
My patients impatient (wo-woah)
Karo marinated (remix)
Pounds in the basement ([?])
Chickens in the den
Pigeons in the kitchen
Quarter birds in hand
Clip holds three times ten
Hurricane chopper [?]
Guns got [?] like shanaynay
Servin’ them clucks, no rooster (ay)
Throwin’ them ‘bows like Luda’ (woah)
Chop Backwoods like timber (ay)
I mow the grass like a gardener (uh huh)
I pass the gas like I farted (excuse me)
Handicap Crippin’ retarded (retarded)
My shooter he dumb, he retarded (Cuh-rip)
Cold with the tommy like Martin (uh huh)
Break it down
Pick it up
Set it up
Bring it back

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

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Chris Brown – High End (feat. Future & Young Thug)

[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
What’s the total? (yeah, yeah)
What’s the list read?
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones

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Chris Brown – High End Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
Bust down Tony (yeah, yeah)
Bust down [?] (bust down [?])
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones

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Maxo Kream – Mars (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Pull out my car it go skrt
Flex on that b***h I’m like swerve
Flex on that b***h till it hurt
Flex on that b***h till it hurt
Yeah I think I’m more than her
I just might stop with the bars
I did them Xannies on earth, I woke up right there on Mars.

Mixing the lean with the perc
Sipping on it till I burp
Venus, Serena I serve
Finger f**k Nina, a perv
I went to Mars on bars
I been to Hell and back
Super charge my dodge
No hemi, I held my cash
Xannies and lean, I’m dozing off
6 double g’s it got me lost
Mixing codeine with alcohol
Poppin the beans with adderall
Choppin a brick like martial art
Flippin the b***h like somersaults
Xannies I pop like tylenol
Cookin’ a pot like stroganoff
She gave me neck when I met her
She gave the crew neck like a sweater
You wear that neck like a sweater
If you knew better do better
I gave her a bar
She hopped in my car
I swerve in a coupe
She blow me like soup.

I do the perkys on purpose
I got the xannies for purchase
Percocet I’m feeling I’m perfect
Wrapper came packed like a turban
I handle bars like a mongoose (bikes)
Six double gs I just popped two
Sippin’ codeine from my ha-choo
Xans with the lean call it thot juice
We not congruent I’m obtuse
I be on her hypotenuse
I take the acid and mushroom
Everything look like a cartoon
I went and bust down a Plain Jane
I take the perkys like Max Payne
Look at my diamonds they gang bang
Say you were Nicki like Mack Maine
Adderall, pop it em Tylenol
Lean in my alcohol
Versuri-lyrics.info
Sipping Codeine got me dozing off
These molly pills I’mma pop em all
Coke pill like a white hoe
Molly tan like a white b***h
Swallow three h**s like tic-tacs
Breaking down the bar like a Kit Kattt.

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ASAP Ferg – Plain Jane (Still Striving Album)

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Verse 1]
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures, causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas, how you get that trife?
I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work, sellin’ nicks at night
I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite
Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts, hope Daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal doors brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy, sellin’ fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin’ pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch for the irony
I’ll send Meechy at yo hoe if yo bitch keep eyein’ me

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Post-Hook]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

[Verse 2]
I’ma explain why you probably never seen me
I’m in a sunken place, no Instagram, I’m watchin’ TV
I think I trade my breakfast, lunch and dinner for some kitty
Please believe me, I see RiRi, I’ma eat it like panini
I go dumb up in the broad, hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga wee-wee
I think I need a foursome, Bella, Kendall, Gigi
It’d be easy if Reneezy hook it all up on the leezy
I go crazy in my Yeezy, Kirk Kneezy on the beat
I told ’em now we finna glow up in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
Put ’em in a Jersey shore like Pauly D

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Post-Hook]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

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Future – I’m So Groovy (Future Album)

[Intro]
I am Pluto
Never forget, never forget
Okay

[Chrous]
I’m so groovy
I got power
I’m so groovy
I got power
That’s your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that’s your bitch
I just bought her

[Post-Chorus]
Percs and molly
Plain Jane
I just fucked her face
I don’t know her name

[Verse 1]
Tom Brady, Tony Snow
I just backdoored your ho
Goin’ brazy at the jeweler
I just suicide my doors
Candy yams in the ‘partment
Living like Nino
I just come here, let me breathe
VVS’s on my sleeves
Pure molly, codeine
Blind your eye with my ring
You ain’t ever gon’ to see me
I get Stella McCartney
High fashion
John Madden
Bisex
No relation
Bought the jet
60K
Austin Power
M.I.A
Steven Seagal
Hard to kill
Stuff cigars
Hide your broad
She photoshopped
I’m photogenic
I just bent the Bentley
Did a U-turn
Duck the cops
Serving rocks
Made it to the top, uh huh
Fucking going platinum

[Chrous]
I’m so groovy
I got power
I’m so groovy
I got power
That’s your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that’s your bitch
I just bought her

[Post-Chorus]
Percs and molly
Plain Jane
I just fucked her face
I don’t know her name

[Verse 2]
I’m the last don, I’m the last con
Done turned it up to an icon
Pimpin’ hoes nigga ugh
Thoughts exposed niggas huh
Paper tags on the yacht
I just smashed in the clouds
Thousand bags in the clouds
Louis rag, wipe me down
Cash king on a clown
So prestigious, so profound
Cash cloud, let me live
50 cars at the crib
Private dinners on the leer
VTS’s when I steer
Instant glam on my ear
Outer space when I appear
Promethazine in my seal
A yellow bone in the rear
Dopple god, I’m in here
Fuck your squad, they some queers
My conversation bringing mills to ya
I get my brother bring the bail to ya
Killas on the right and the left to ya
Gang gang, whatever’s left of ya

[Chrous]
I’m so groovy
I got power
I’m so groovy
I got power
That’s your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that’s your bitch
I just bought her

[Post Chorus]
Percs and molly
Plain Jane
I just fucked her face
I don’t know her name
I don’t know her name
(I don’t know her name)

[Verse 3]
Sitting in the vert
Got a lotta dirt
Courtroom flow
Now I’m sitting courtside with your ho
Addy’s work miracles
Benji’s subliminals
Uptown Lenox
All about the Benji’s
Pour a little Henny
Totin’ the semi
Making love with my diamonds on
Diamonds on honeycomb
Hit ’em with the stick
I just copped the deuce
Syrup like Denny’s
Bitch brown like a penny
Total it up in one minute
Out of the country all hidden
Playing in with the trenches in a suit
Armani got me with the juice
Made a bad bitch my masseuse
Take a little stress off the crew

[Chrous]
I’m so groovy
I got power
I’m so groovy
I got power
That’s your bitch?
I just bought her
Oh that’s your bitch
I just bought her

[Post Chorus]
Percs and molly
Plain Jane
I just fucked her face
I don’t know her name
I don’t know her name
(I don’t know her name)

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Lil Bibby – You Ain’t Gang (Remix) (feat. Lil Durk, Dej Loaf & Kevin Gates)

[Intro: Lil Bibby]
Hey
Why they hatin’ on a youngin’?
Said why they hatin’ on a youngin’?

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Bitch I’m an OG, but I’m quick to pull it like a youngin’
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bitch I’m drummin’
I was thuggin’ on the corner with my niggas, came from nothin’
Fuck these bitches, I don’t trust ’em, I’m a dog, fuck her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block shit?"
Get you shot quick ’round them niggas I don’t rock with
I seen niggas turned Christian when they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch shit
Give a fuck if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I’m a demon, I’ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell like I’m Vondell

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Why you floss, pussy you ain’t squad, pussy you ain’t hard
Catch a charge bitch I’m like a God, Vernie pulled his car
Crackin’ calls, boy I’d get you robbed, 100 thousand law
Think I’m smart get that baby lost, like my lean dart
ATL, pull up we in dark heard you was a cop, you a opp
Flexin’ boy don’t start dracos in the car
Me I’m Durk, city hate me worst think they hate me first, it’s a curse
Now it’s me and DeJ, 40 in the purse pussy try us
Yo’ IG a liar got the streets on light
2 times, say it 2 times bitch I am a fire
Plain Jane, fuckin’ with the town call ’em Mary Jane
Street nigga yeah we gang gang let the chain hang (Gang!)

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Verse 3: DeJ Loaf]
Who’s cuz came with ’em?
Who’s blood came with ’em?
See them niggas right there, them thugs right there
Go ‘head I’d dare ya
All that talkin’ don’t scare me
We ain’t ask you no questions
We don’t need no answers
Them niggas hoes for real
I’m gettin’ dope for real
Bitch think she bad
This boss for real
We know you talk for real can’t hang with me and my double rings
What they gon’ with us
Niggas ain’t foolin’ us
Choppa with the clip tell me who to bust
Close the door, pull up and ring the doorbell
It’s a full mink, not a Montclair
You a fuckin’ worm and I’m a boss player

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Verse 4: Kevin Gates]
We don’t run, I’m in charge
Cooked this sauce, sellin’ hard
Went to jail I got off
You was scared to walk the yard
On a big stand on all tens
Caught me drinkin’ (?)
Iron power push a lot of weight
Naw hah you had thought
Breakin’ down a whole thang ain’t got to stretch it any questions
Ball faze bought for all the Js and I’m ’bout to bless ’em
Female entertainers wanna fuck with gangsta, you ain’t special
No karate thord kick spent the TEC with the suppressor
Breadwinner Mafia stiffin’ up all Benz
Slide polo road swag I’m makin’ bags with a business
Action passing extension and they actin’ as a convinct
John Gotti body go in body bag he can zip
Tellscope go on top of the rifle they think I’m triflin’
Put ballfield cleats go to lockin’ in like arthritis
Pussy shit uninvited how wrong for no invitements
(?) twistin’ (?) on landlords
60 racks slipped, bullshit in the backyard

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Outro: Lil Bibby]
You can’t hang, nigga, nigga, you ain’t gang
You can’t hang, hang
You already know, man
Boss gang shit
Gang

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Lil Bibby feat. Kevin Gates, DeJ Loaf & Lil Durk – You Ain’t Gang (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Lil Bibby)
Hey
Why they hating on a younging?
Said why they hating on a younging?

(Chorus – Lil Bibby)
Ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Ni**a you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

(Verse 1 – Lil Bibby)
Bitch I’m an OG, but I’m quick to pull it like a younging
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bi**h I’m drumming
I was thugging on the corner with my ni**as, came from nothing
F**k these bi**hes, I don’t trust em, I’m a dog, f**k her cousin
They like, Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block s**t?
Get you shot quick round them ni**as I don’t rock with
I seen ni**as turned Christian when they feel that hot s**t
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch s**t
Give a f**k if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I’m a demon, I’ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell like I’m Vondell

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Lil Durk)
Why you floss, pu**y you ain’t squad, pu**y you ain’t hard
Catch a charge bi**h I’m like a God, Vernie pulled his car
Cracking calls, boy I’d get you robbed, 100 thousand law
Think I’m smart get that baby lost, like my lean dart
ATL, pull up we in dark heard you was a cop, you a opp
Flexing boy don’t start dracos in the car
Me I’m Durk, city hate me worst think they hate me first, it’s a curse
Now it’s me and DeJ, 40 in the purse pussy try us
Yo IG a liar got the streets on light
2 times, say it 2 times bi**h I am a fire
Plain Jane, f**king with the town call em Mary Jane
Street ni**a yeah we gang gang let the chain hang Gang!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – DeJ Loaf)
Who’s cuz came with em?
Who’s blood came with em?
Seen them ni**as right there, them thugs right there
Go head I’d dare ya
All that talking don’t scare me
We ain’t ask you no questions
Cause we don’t need no answers
Them niggas saucing for real
I’m getting dope for real
This bi**h she bad
This boss for real
We know you talk for real can’t hang with me and my double rings
What they gon with us
Ni**as ain’t fooling us
Choppa with the clip tell me who to bust
Close the door, pull up and ring the doorbell
It’s a full mink, not a Montclair
You a f**king worm and I’m a boss player

(Verse 4 – Kevin Gates)
We don’t run, I’m in charge
Cooked this sauce, selling hard
Went to jail I got off
You was scared to walk the yard
On a big stand on all tens
Caught me drinking
Iron power push a lot of weight
Naw hah you had thought
Breaking down a whole thang ain’t got to stretch it any questions
Ball faze bought for all the Js and I’m bout to bless em
Female entertainers wanna f**k with gangsta, you ain’t special
No karate thord kick spent the TEC with the suppressor
Bread when I’m Mafia stiffing up all Benz
Slide polo road swag I’m making bags with a business
Action passing extension and they acting as a convinct
John Gotti body go in body bag he can zip
Tellscope go on top of the rifle they think I’m trifling
Put ballfield cleats go to locking in like arthritis
Pu**y s**t uninvited how wrong for no invitements
Twisting….on landlords
60 racks slipped, bullshit in the backyard

(Outro – Lil Bibby)
You can’t hang, ni**a, ni**a, you ain’t gang
You can’t hang, hang
You already know, man
Boss gang s**t
Gang