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FIRST LISTEN: Control Freak Gives Snails & Wooli’s “Snailephant VIP” Another Makeover Treatment

“Snailephant” from Snails and Wooli has already gone through one transformation, first dropping in 2018 and then including a VIP on Snails 2019 album, World of Slime. Source: FIRST LISTEN: Control Freak Gives Snails & Wooli’s “Snailephant VIP” Another Makeover Treatment The original and VIP both took nearly half […]
This article was first published on Your EDM. Now, the album remixes are starting to drip out and Control Freak is up first with a remix of the VIP.

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PARTYNEXTDOOR – SAVAGE ANTHEM Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t wait on my love
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t wait on my love
[Verse 1]
Don’t wait on my reply to your text
Don’t wait on my nut from your sex
Don’t trust me to capture the moment
Forgive me, it just was a moment
Don’t lay up, I’d rather not stand out
I heard number two is your man now
Don’t mind me bein’ number two now
I’ma man up, ain’t no man down
You see I don’t give no fucks now
Is it somethin’ we discussed now? That shit got you in disgust now
‘Cause I’d rather we just fuck now
[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold it, oh)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on my love, oh, no)
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold it, no)
Don’t wait on my love (Oh, don’t wait on my love, love)
[Verse 2]
I put the dirt into dirt bag
Still got your jacket in my bag
I stood you up, that was my bad
Gave me your heart, watch me break that
Many different bitches in the coupe
This is how low that a mack stoop
Me bein’ faithful’s the issue
Tryna clean up ’cause you comin’ soon
I broke her off in the livin’ room
There is a smell in the livin’ room
Know that’s fucked up, that’s what pimpin’ do
Ooh, know that’s fucked up, that’s what pimpin’ do, woah
[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold your breath, no, no)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on it, don’t wait on it, woah)
Don’t hold your breath (You must suffocate, yeah)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on my love, don’t wait on my love, oh)
[Verse 3]
Wash my dick off before I get home
Maison Margiela on me, though
I’m the opposite of hero
The opposite of your hero
The make up, the breakup was see-through
The way I did you was illegal
Your girl was right, yeah, she called it
You should believe in your people
Talked to you then went to the strip club
VIP, I got my dick sucked
Came back to you and I kissed ya
That led to fucking on the tour bus
Packed up and went back to Oakland
Finally, it’s out in the open
I gave you the hope, you did the hopin’
[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold your breath, don’t hold your breath, woo)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on me, I’ll let you down, I’ll let you down, yeah)
Don’t hold your breath (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Don’t wait on my love (I ain’t shit, you gotta know now, I ain’t shit, you gotta know)
[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey

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Kida Kudz – Bounce Lyrics (feat. Wiley)

[Intro: Kida Kudz]
Jigga
Jigga boys
Nasty
Yeah, uh
[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do (Uh-huh)
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
[Verse 1: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that I do
Orobo cannot do
Them jiggas ain’t fly like I do
They ain’t getting to the bag like I do
Bubble, bubble
You nuh we seh pattern when we link up, yeah, yeah
No trouble, trouble
When you see me at the bar to make a drink up yah-hi
Every single girl wanna move
Baby girl, say she in love with the crew
I can never lie, I’m in love with you too
If I was a girl, I’ll be loving me too
Yeah-eh
[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
[Verse 2: Wiley]
Every likkle style that we buss
They wanna try copy us
I don’t wanna another one of fuss
But they tried to leave man across
Top shelf vibe, it’s a must
Don’t get left behind in my dust
Said the only way we climbing is up
We don’t wanna mess nuttin’ up
The style that we bust, runaway ting
When I get a crep, every colourway ting
We ain’t out ‘ere living off the other days win
We just keep it pushing, all my brothers, they’re kings
[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
[Verse 3: Kida Kudz]
And the only way is up
And your gyallie really wanna gimme top
Pull up in a fast car, you know it’s a drop
Playboi Carti, all my jiggas Milly rock
RIP to my niggas I done lost
VIP when we pull up to the spot
We don’t show ID when we pull up in a club
A$AP Rocky, Hallelujah, Praise the Lord
[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

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Barz Da Lyricist – Rosetta Lyrics

Verse : tell me if you do , tell me if you wanna —
Go to Southcenter , maybe even Zara
Peep some art exhibits in the mu-suem
Red and blue pill the way we CRUZEin
Watchin Queen & slim then we hit Bahamas
We can have a ball if you say you wanna
We can be travelin and movin
Gain inspiration , be each other’s muse then
Open the door as I walk behind
Fill up your tank while you chill inside
Go to a concert we can catch a vibeee
VIP tickets what a special night
Only doing things if it’s feelin right
Yeah Ain’t no forced energy
Wanna align like its symmetry
Mmm Love is the place to be
Lady are you in to me
I seek your companyyyy
You can still be friends with me
Hook: I peep your love language
I’m learning your mind
It’s not hard to say this , want you to be mine
This process is pain less , we’re taking climbs
Just let me arrange this …on valentines
Rosetta , yeah
Rosetta baby
Rosetta , oh
Rosetta stone
Repeat hook x2
Outro : tell me if you do , tell me if you wanna —
Go to Southcenter , maybe even Zara
Peep some art exhibits in the mu-suem
Red and blue pill the way we CRUZEin
Watchin Queen & slim then we hit Bahamas
We can have a ball if you say you wanna
We can be travelin and movin
Gain inspiration , be each other’s muse then

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Smib – Commas Lyrics (feat. Tads Thots)

Shawty pay up pay up
[Hook]
Kil ik word wakker denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Commas, commas, ik denk aan commas commas
Is real life f**k je likes f**k je comments comments Want je bent goeie? Kil gooi een optie zie me jumpen net een lay up lay up
Oh jij denkt die pack is free? [Hook]
Kil ik word wakker denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Commas, commas, ik denk aan commas commas
Is real life f**k je likes f**k je comments comments
[Verse]
Ik zei count up count up #Scootervoice jij kijkt van ‘’who dem boys?”
Young nigger get ya guap en speel broke #m’nmoedersvoice
Mannen praten buit mama zei niet praten als je eet
Shawty gaf me top en riep me naam, ze praat terwijl ze eet
Dan weer backa op me
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ben in de club ik praat met owners, owners, owners, owners
Zij zien die guap in mij, wat dans je blij
Kil next time ben ik in die ollo dan betaalt ie mij
Peep me laag daaro VIP met een PYT
WDW? Ben fukboiproof toch
Zij wou die neus net Rudolph, denk aan model thots op rooftops
Ben fotto cee plus squad plus drank plus druggas
Plus ik seer iets parttime, in die field toch waar jij? Baby zeg eens ‘’Aah” suck een niggers’ D, aaye
Suck een niggers D, suckanigga wie?

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Stomy Bugsy – J’suis Al Lyrics

[Couplet 1]
C’est gratuit pour les filles
Et les lascars peuvent rentrer
J’regrette mes délits que
Quand j’me fais serrer
J’aime les femmes nues car
Elles ne cachent pas d’armes
Donc je braque les bacs
Et les grands sans états d’armes
Paranoïaque comme Tony Mani
Sur le macadam va dire aux p’tits à l’Elysée
Qu’on ne vole pas le sac des dames
Je garde mes amis près de moi
Mes ennemis encore plus près
Mets nous bien ce soir balance la purée
Tout le monde debout
J’remplie ma vessie assis
J’peux me braquer sur la tempe
Mais jamais dans la che-bou
Et si j’dois partir
La mort ne m’aura pas vivant
Je l’a flanquerai divinement sur le divan
On est dans le pays des droits de stom’
Alors j’fais c’que j’veux
95 Capitale je paris sur la banlieue
J’suis al, J’suis al
[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)
J’suis al, J’suis al
[Couplet 2]
Pas de flingue dans la poche
Juste heureux que tu t’approches
Superman du ghetto
Sur mon torse elles ricochent
Ouvrir un coffre ça peut prendre
Cinq minutes ou cinq piges
Donc laisse-moi faire swinguer
Le peuple sur la piste
Balances des skeud, crunk, funk (DJ Miss)
Ce soir les raclis dans leurs sacs ont des manix
Mais elle, qu’est-ce qu’elle veut? Brigitte, tête à tête ton mec
C’est quand il veut
[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)
J’suis al, J’suis al
[Couplet 3]
Mon tailleur est zaïrois et
Mon banquier est suisse
La classe 357 entre les cuisses
Ti’ mal, le savoir est une arme
Ne te laisse pas abattre
Que tu sois noir, blanc, jaune, arabe ou mulâtre
J’débarque l’arc de triomphe
Écarte ses beuj
Au casino la roulette est russe
La vie c’est pas un euj
J’suis al, J’suis al
[Pont]
Merguez-Frites ou Caviar
Je n’change pas (J’suis al)
De la cave au Ritz
Si j’te… (J’suis al)
Tête à tête à Gard du nord
Ou Châtelet Les Halles
Devenu le prince des lascars
Mais un ancien squale
J’suis al, J’suis al
[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)

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Ricco Barrino – Vibe Lyrics (feat. Tigo B)

[Hook: Tigo B]
See I don’t be trippin to hit her
(nah I’m cool)
Got to see what else is in her
(what’s in your mind girl)
(what’s in your mind)
She just wants to roll with the winners
(yeah hop in you can roll)
And I’m cool with that
She cool with that
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Oh yay yay
Oh yay yay
Oh yay yay
[Verse 1: Ricco Barrino]
Im rolling 60 in a range
OG smokin’ switching lanes
Yes sir
A nigga playin’ H-Town
While Im on my way round
To pick your pretty ass up
I figured I would set the mood
And open up your door
Like a real playa should
I love the way you walk, you move
And how you carry all that ass
In those fly Jimmy Choo’s
Wanna take you somewhere
So we can set the mood
And smoke a lil’ hookah
In the VIP booth
While we sip on Ciroc
Lets mix it with the juice
And converse all night
I swear
[Bridge]
(That)
Im really loving your body
Lets just chill out and have our own party
We ain’t got to invite nobody
Swear Im loving’ the way we vibe’
Yeah
[Hook: Tigo B]
See I don’t be trippin to hit her
Got to see what else is in her
She just wants to roll with the winners
(she just wanna roll with winners)
And I’m cool with that
She cool with that
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Oh yay yay
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
[Verse 2: Ricco Barrino]
(Oooh)
To keep it 100 girl
I wanna vibe with you (vibe with you)
(Oooh)
Smoke and get drunk
Talk that shit
And trip out with you
Theres so many things
I wanna do
Tonight I think a playa…
(Ooo)
I want you so bad
But Ima chill out instead
So now I got you in the place
That we can set the mood
And puff a lil hookah
In our VIP booth
While we sip on Ciroc
Lets mix it with the juice
And converse all night
I swear
[Bridge]
Im really loving your body
Lets just chill out and have our own party
We ain’t got to invite nobody
Swear Im loving’ the way we vibin’
Yeah
[Hook: Tigo B]
See I don’t be trippin to hit her
Got to see what else is in her
She just wants to roll with the winners
(she just wanna roll with winners)
And I’m cool with that
She cool with that
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Oh yay yay
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
Baby it’s all bout the vibe
[Outro: Tigo B]
I ain’t really trippin’ to hit her
Got to see what else is in her
I ain’t really trippin’ to hit her
Got to see what else is in her

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Harry Quintana – Pura Vida 2018 Lyrics

[Hook]
(Pura Vida)
Wir rauchen Cannabis Sativa, Vallenato aus den Speakern
Ich hab’ Groupies auf Antigua mit Booty wie Shakira
Heu-Heute so wie früher
(Pura Vida)
(Pura Vida)
(Pura Vida)
[Part 1]
Hoes in Cartagena, Hoes in Ipanema
Der Himmel so blau wie die Dose von Nivea
Ich bin kein Unternehmer, aber lass was unternehmen
Egal ob Südsee, Karibik, sag mir, Babe, was willst du sehen
Ja, es ist ein schönes Leben an der Seite von Quintana
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Es gibt viel zu entdecken an Flora und an Fauna
Du hockst daheim in Deutschland mit Nora oder Paula
[Hook]
(Pura Vida)
Wir rauchen Cannabis Sativa, Vallenato aus den Speakern
Ich hab’ Groupies auf Antigua mit Booty wie Shakira
Heu-Heute so wie früher
(Pura Vida)
(Pura Vida)
(Pura Vida)
[Part 2]
Wenn du VIP bist, dann hast du Neider satt
Ihr seid alle gegen Action dann kommt nicht an meinen Strand
Verdammt ich hab’ es eilig
Ich muss back to the Island
I’m going to Barbados
Zurück zu meinen Pesos
Hinter mir sind FBI, IAS und Mossad
Pack die Sonnenbrille ein, Bitch
Nossa, Nossa
Ich kenn Jürgen Mossack
Ich kenn Herrn Fonseca
Der Fiskus called:
Wo ist das Cash von Boris Becker
[Hook]
(Pura Vida)
Wir rauchen Cannabis Sativa, Vallenato aus den Speakern
Ich hab’ Groupies auf Antigua mit Booty wie Shakira
Heu-Heute so wie früher
(Pura Vida)
(Pura Vida)
(Pura Vida)

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Schec – Bending Backwards Lyrics (feat. Cam Meekins)

I’ve been on the road a lot
Leather jackets and ripped jeans all I got
Now I pull so easy like a chip shot
This tour bus got me acting like a big shot
Pretty girls try to get my attention
Boston girls all in my twitter mentions
They’re really trying to make that connection but
We’re only chilling in the VIP section
There’s this one chick
She stays on my mind
Haven’t seen her in years
Feels like a past life
Hope she might notice me or
Peep my tweets
Been tryna warm up
But she’s still acting coldly
I just wanna kick it
Have a drink and catch up
She probably thinks
I’m only trying to f**k
Ya I wouldn’t mind it
But I want something more cus
I think she’s the one
I’m bending over backwards for
Bending
Backwards
For you girl
For you
(x2)
I meet a lot of girls on the road
Can’t say I don’t mind it
But it’s soon getting old
Don’t like to name drop but
Now I might have to
Call me soon Elizabeth
Really wanna talk to you
On our own paths
Doing our own things
Both still in school
But I’m going out on limbs
Hope you’ve been well
Damn it’s been a while
Haven’t seen you in a minute
I’ve got a new style
Let me take you out
Show you how I changed
Used to be shy
But now I’m in the game
You can hit my line
I really won’t mind
Usually I’m busy
But for you I’ll make time
Sorry I’m crushing
Hope I got you blushing
Really not bluffing
I hope the song got you humming
Can give you all my loving
Turn nothing into something
Wanna see you in the crowd
When the lights are all flashing
For sure
Bending
Backwards
For you girl
For you
(x2)

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Martin Suarez – Faded Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We drinking out the bottle f**k shots
I’m all about the guap
You say you getting money but you not
Headed to the top I ain’t gon’ stop now
Two bad bitches on me
So gone I can’t see
Finna get turnt all bottles on me, yeah
[Hook]
I’m faded, I’m faded
Pass me the bottle pretty lady
Let’s get this party going escalated
Only want you for tonight don’t try to play me
f**k them other dudes that you dated
They don’t compare to me I’ll treat you like a lady
Them lips of your have me going crazy
And that ass never cease to amaze me
[Verse 2]
We in the club, VIP entrance
Everything I told you, I swear I meant it
Me, hennessy, and you
Ima turn you on get you in the mood
Dylan’s in the back popping bottles
Throwing dollars, cooling with some models
I just wanna see you drop it low
Shake that ass
Drop it to the floor
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I know you love to party girl, so let’s go
Ima put in work, yeah you know that’s for sure
Turning up to the early morning
Hope the neighbors ain’t gon’ hear all that moaning
You won’t do it for them, but you do it for me
I got my mind on you, because you’re all I need
Don’t be tripping baby because I mean it for real
Now let’s head back to my crib so we can seal the deal
Let’s end the conversation baby
I hope you know you drive me crazy
You know I’ll treat you like a lady
f**k them hoes, and them bitches they don’t phase me
I’m all about the money, all about the guap
And I ain’t gon’ stop hustling til I’m at the top
Put you in a Porsche, put you on a yacht
I want it all I’m balling hard and y’all not
[Hook]
[Outro]
We gon’ get faded, we gon’ turn it up
Tell the DJ play my song, and turn it up
Club heating up I can’t get enough
Need you by my side, can’t get enough

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Nasaan – Dirty Soap Lyrics

Looking at me far as leadership
Pointed me: “You gonna be the VIP.”
No questions asked, I over see this shit
Until we all over seas and shit
I do the f**k out my job, I’m just waiting on M after
M after, M after, M after, after M, nigga
[Verse]
Do all you want, bitch, we do all we can
I’m from Westside Detroit, every night ambulance
Everyday niggas starve, every night I would cringe
Every talk go” Yo, they just let who out the pin?”
I just jumped out the gym, finna jump out again
A three niggas, three piece, that’s a boom, bop, babam
Couldn’t snatch up my brother, took body instead
Niggas pop pop pa pop and go pop at ya mans
Man, that shit ain’t for kids, man, that shit ain’t pretend
How we ‘posed to move forward? How we ‘posed to advance? [Intro]
(808 Mafia)
Yeah, believe me, shit wasn’t easy
Why the f**k you wanna be me? Why the f**k you wanna be this shit? How the f**k my whole entire city in debt
How the f**k my whole entire city a threat? Got the game from my grandma, black nigga big target
I never showed defeat, nigga, no sandals
I go get that shit, nigga, risk it and gamble
Don’t wish for no shit, I just blew out of the candles
[Outro]
This is 9-1-2, check a dispatch

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Daddy Yankee – Calenton Lyrics (feat. Yandel)

Yandel]
Calentón, rápido me apretó
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow
Súbele mami! [Letra de “Calentón” ft. métele sazón, filete
Tú tienes lo que mata a ese guasón, filete
Voy a pasarle la fila, filete
Y si me trae a su amiga, filete
Salte peatón que llego el dueño de la avenida
La calle es de nosotros, cuidado con la estampida
Entrando, las botellas están servidas
Compramos toda la barra, está paga de por vida
La disco está oscura parece de día
Mi rollex está brillando más que el sol del medio día
Bajo del VIP con to el mundo que se joda
Otro palo más de los que no pasan de moda
Calentón, rápido me apretó
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya y se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Calentón, rápido me apretó
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya y se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
De líder a Leyenda, he hecho todo una jodienda
Si hay uno mejor que yo te están hablando mierda
Mucha destreza, tiro con firmeza
Los tengo de tiro al blanco, cortando cabeza
Sin falta el perreo sólido porque
Hace tiempo que no escuchaba este sonido
Musicologo, la pista partió
Yandel cantó, y la nena bailó
No cuestiones lo que voy a hacer, lo que hago y lo que hice
Estas huellas son muy grandes pa que tu las pises
No es lo que tU digas ni el otro lo que dice
Yo canto reggaetón y lo pego en todos los países
Salgo por la puerta ancha, tú por el techo
Es muy difícil que hagan to’ lo que he hecho
Siempre los alimento, que tengan buen provecho
Tu babilla no crece aunque le meta cien pa pecho
Por eso les picheo, porque nada van a hacer
Mejor sigo enfocado en las nena duracell
Aunque no cumpla años me como ese pastel
Los dueños del cartel, díselo Yandel
Calentón, rápido me apretó
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow
Sendo piquete, sendo piquete
Los perros tienen hambre y lo que tu tiene es filete
Sendo piquete, sendo piquete
Los perros tienen hambre y lo que tu tiene es filete
Fi-fi-fi-fi-filete
Fi-fi-fi-fi-filete
King, Da-ddy, edition
La leyenda viviente, Yandel
Los-Los-Los De La Nazza
Daddy yankee

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Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

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Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

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Young Thug – U Ain’t Slime Enough Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Karlae & Young Thug]
Outside lookin’ in, there is no comparison
You put them bitches in a line and I’ll embarrass them
Magnificently written, all this shit that I be kickin’
Ain’t no lions in the jungle, really all these bitches kittens
Who they kiddin’, they be smitten
Tell ’em bye and then good riddance
And they freestyles bye, I can tell that shit go written (slime)
Excuse me! See we different
Everybody out here braggin’ ’bout their dough
But when it’s time to spend that money, where that bread go?
I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (slat)
Then I go inside that Louis purse, run ho
Proudly I kick shit, with thousands money pilin’ up
Y’all be on that internet, but money is not dialin’ up
Your wild dreams ain’t wild enough, so what you come at me for?
I’ll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (woo, woo, woo!)
And please check the decor, and y’all drinkin’, we pour
Never say that we poor, y’all keep actin’
Bitch I’m goin’ Eeyore, is it just me or… these hoes need to level up?
Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up
Your real isn’t real enough, so tell me what you fishin’ for

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I scream “Slime, slime, slime,” they come in a rush
I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck
I slimed up my grandma
Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (woo)
I know niggas gettin’ extorted, like the common cold
I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl
Niggas ain’t slimy enough, niggas ain’t grimy enough
I got black diamonds like my grandpa’s snuff
Way more money than you
Ain’t no sympathy, no
Niggas’ll wipe your nose like you’re sick, you know?
All my niggas shoot first like a damn intro
I get boxes of dough, Kimbo
You a slimy motherfucker Karlae, tell ’em the truth
You’ll catch a body for me, motherfucker, tell ’em the truth
All of these thotties ’bout to think I’m super slimey for you
But you the hottest in the mothafucka, that’s my boo, yeah

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Verse 3: Duke]
I’ll slime you out (slime you out)
All these other bitches thirsty, they want clout (they want clout)
Dick in her mouth (dick in your mouth)
I’m on her hip like a pouch (pouch)
She like when I’m beat her down (down)
Man ringin’ bells in the town (brrt)
I was just servin’ them ounces (ounces)
Now we poppin’ them bottles
We all in the VIP and we standin’ on couches (couches)
Surrounded by nothin’ but vultures (vultures)
I gotta keep it in motion (motion)
You see me, you know that I’m totin’ (totin’)
Playin’ ’bout none of my bros
And if I see you, I’m wipin’ your nose

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

[Intro]
Boston

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
24, now 24, mhm
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ass fat, bring it right back
I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
Imma be here if I be here
That’s your car note on my wrist

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore, my wrist sore
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one (no one!)
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
I re-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
She offer me some pussy my finesse
My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm

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Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

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Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!

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HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – Motorcycle Patches lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Motorcycle patches on my jacket
Rip all the money out the plastic
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’
Gave her everything, now what you asking?
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad
40 on my hip like it’s new fashion, blastin’

[Verse 1: Quavo]
(Huncho, yeah yeah yeah)
She gon’ make that ass dribble, playin’ basket (ball)
Don’t call it cuffin’ nigga, I ain’t passin’ (woo)
Niggas pourin’ fours, poppin’ seals like caskets (drippin’)
Nawfside hot boy, I bought a dragon (yeah)
I get it at your grill, VIP, spread the bills (spread)
M’s a deal, spinnin’ the fortune wheel (spin it)
Four by four (woo), skrrting all the wheels (skrrt)
Eskimo (brr), icy necks and grills
Watch out, watch out, Big Baller Brand, watch out (watch out)
This for the fam, watch out (watch out)
It’s my time, don’t clock out (time)
Threeway pack, we knock out (knock out)
Molly make her bite down (bite down)
42, Pistons, Stackhouse (baow)
Nigga we winnin’, racks out (cash, racks)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Motorcycle patches on my jacket (yeah!)
Rip all the money out the plastic (it’s lit!)
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’ (pop it, pop it)
Gave her everything, now what you asking? (alright!)
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad (yeah!)
40 on my hip like it’s new fashion (yeah, yeah!), blastin’

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Fuck shit up, we fuck shit up
Weed got me stuck, drugs got me stuck
Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked (ice ice, yeah!)
We on road
I can’t stop no more, on my time I can’t go, yeah (oh no)
If I send these flicks to your phone, you can’t leak (nah)
Motorcycle patches is earned on the streets (ahh, ahh)
Fuck shit up, we done fuck shit up
It got me stuck, it done got me stuck
Drugs got me stuck, love got me stuck
Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked, yeah
Jacket got stripes (alright!)
I been blessed in with the knights (blessed)
Just turned twenty-five, yeah (five)
Goin’ in like I’m doin’ twenty-five to life (ahh)
I’m alone, out of sight
At the crib, come take a hike
In the field, not the Hills
I been beatin’ like it’s Ike (straight up!)
No more deals, they like wheels, make me ill at the sight
Even still scroll through the reels, miss the times when we hit
No need for names, yeah she know (yeah!)
We was tribe, Navajo (yeah, yeah!)
We was real, Jack and Jill
Like the pill had awoke, uh (it’s lit!)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, motorcycle patches on her jacket (yeah!)
Rip all the money out the plastic (yeah, yeah!)
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’ (pop it, pop it)
Gave her everything, now what you asking? (no)
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics (ahh)
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent (yeah, yeah!)
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad (it’s lit!)
40 on my hip like it’s new fashion, blastin’
(Pew, pew pew pew pew pew pew pew)

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Kris Wu – Wo Xuan Ze De Lu (我选择的路) lyrics

Rénshēng shì chǎng jìshí bǐsài
Liǎng bǎi mài de shísù chōngpò jīngcǎi
Jiùsuàn xià yī miǎo yǒu diǎndiǎn yìwài
Jiāo’ào shì wǒ bù biàn bù miè de zītài
Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Měi gè dòngzuò chéngwéi jiāodiǎn
Wǔtái shàng nà dōu shì fèidiǎn
Wǒ yòng wǒ xuǎnzé de lù
Gěi shìjiè kàn wǒ tàidù
Bù zhuīzhú tǎntú bù zhǔnbèi fúshū
Xuǎnzé yītiáo jiāo’ào de lù

Ràng shìjiè gèng hǎo ràng yīnyuè gèng zào
Ràng wǒmen yīqǐ wéi kuàilè jiān jiào

Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào

Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo ào

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Cardi B – Hectic lyrics

(feat. DJ Hardwerk)

[Intro]
Cardi
Hard work

[Verse 1]
Ayo, step up in the spot, you know who I be
Couple bottles pop in the VIP
Dancin’ all up on the couch, shakin’ my ass
Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny
Bitch, pardon me, you don’t wanna start with me
I be out here gettin’ cash, you be in the thottery
I be in the trap, chasin’ chips like the lottery
You ain’t bout that life, you don’t be like Cardi B
All my gettin’-shmoney hoes, put ya hands up
Yeah, you cute but you gon’ have to pull ya pants up, yeah
I see you over there checkin’ out my thick thighs, tetas
See, I gotta smart mouth and what?
Keep it litty for my city, NYC
Take the whole nut, ain’t worried ’bout no Plan B
Yeah, I’m nasty, lick my lips, blow a kiss
And walk off with a hunnid thou’ on my wrist
Swish, I ain’t with the politics
“A hoe never gets cold,” you know what the motto is
Unless it’s baguettes diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch
Sittin’ in that 6, frostbite, feelin’ hella lit

[Hook]
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit

[Verse 2]
NY, do or die, yeah I got this
KSR, chill y’all, yeah I got this
40 those, 2 seater in the cockpit
And I’m a freak so you know that bitch topless
You a hot mess, that’s a fact though
Understood the life, bitch, you know how that go
A lot of thots out here plottin’ on my cash flow
But I’m a queen just tryna build the castle
You a fiend, you all up in my asshole
I cause a scene and give you what you ask for
Hair did, manicure, so ready, check
Attitude have to be so petty, yep
I’m in it this year, a minute to spare, I swear
My vision is clear, y’all bitches beware, I’m here
Showstopper, Ms. Life of the party, yeah
Top shotta, no filter, Young Cardi, yeah

[Hook]
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit

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Cardi B – Bronx Season lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, how you doin’?
I’m alright
(laughs)

[Verse 1]
Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain’t soft?
How many shows I gotta sell out ‘fore you get the cost?
Why they really tryna front like I ain’t hit the charts?
All these labels, throwin’ deals from left to right
But I ain’t givin’ in until they get them numbers right
All these people think that this shit happen overnight
All that flexin’ they be doin’, shit is all a hype
No tolerance for a hatin’ bitch talkin’ shit
Only time I hold my tongue is when I’m suckin’ dick
So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it’s fuckin’ lit
And don’t be talkin’ all that sorry shit, don’t flip the script
I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic
I kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flight
I see a hater, I’m runnin’ down, it’s on sight
I throw my hands, I hit em’ left, I hit em’ right

[Verse 2]
They sleepin’ on me just because I used to strip
But it’s all good ’cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
Blowin’ up my phone, sayin’ everythin’ I touch is lit
Actin’ corn and wanna fuck me like they wasn’t talkin’ shit, woah
I let ’em live, let the shady motherfuckers live
Get them the price then it’s time to show them what it is
Don’t got the bat? Well then what you really tryna pitch?
Don’t waste my time, I ain’t never been no average bitch

[Verse 3]
Not to mention, I did my tour and that shit was winnin’
Independent, the headline, award of feelin’
I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
I love the fans, they fill me up with their ammunition
I don’t really talk shit but now I gotta off this
I don’t know why bitches think we work in the same office
Corny bitches tryna keep up? Look exhausted
Wave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeit

[Verse 4]
My ex told me I was never gon’ be shit
Lookie, lookie now, lookie now, nigga I’m that bitch
What you thought? Yeah, you really lost, now you kinda sick
But I ain’t never need a nigga, I was always on my shit, yeah
I used to stare at magazines on the train
Lookin’ at these models like, “I gotta be this one day”
Fuck around, got myself a name, now I’m gettin’ paid
Left the corny bitches in the grave, so they throwin’ shade

[Outro]

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21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Savage Mode lyrics

[Intro]
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you)
Spent 1000 dollars just to sip (just to sip muddy)
Park that motherfucker in the VIP
I got that motherfucker on my hip
I’ma squeeze (baow)
I’ma squeeze (baow)
We ain’t really with all that internet shit
We ain’t really with that pretending and shit
Come and get your bitch she actin’ friendly and shit
When I get inside that pussy, I be killin’ that shit

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 1]
Cup, woah
Muddy, yo
Hit the yolk
Got the stick, woah
Keep it on me, yah
Knew you got it, yah
One in the head, yah
Bitch I fuckin’ dare
Nigga I double dare
Why the fuck you stare?
Pew-pew, bet you ass don’t stare
Red bottoms, yeah
Bitch watch where you step
I’m in savage mode, cook a nigga like a chef
Ain’t no loyalty, these niggas all for self
All these fuckin’ stripes, I shoulda been a ref

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (twenniwan)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 2]
All that backstabbin’ turned me to a savage
All that fuckin’ krabbin’ turned me to a savage
Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage
I turned to a savage bitch, I gotta have it (gotta have it)
Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics (countin’ cash)
Bitch I like to add, bitch I like subtractin’
That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic
He don’t want no smoke, he don’t want no static
I’m in savage mode, shit can get tragic
I might toe tag him, I might body bag him
These bitches gettin’ old, I already have ’em
She wanna live lavish, she don’t meet my standards

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Outro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes…

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NAV – Freshman List lyrics

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 1]
Trade my Honda to a Bentley
Now these fuckboys wanna end me
Ammunition, I got plenty
I squeezed it till it’s empty
My haters, they resent me
Never checking what they send me
Don’t touch me, I ain’t friendly
I’m driving foreigns, I ain’t renting
Your career is stuck on pending
The corner what I’m bending
You’re thinking about lending
My money I ain’t sending
You can’t get a penny
You wanna see me fail because I’m balling
You a fake and we ain’t got nothing in common
You didn’t pick up when you saw me calling
So you wouldn’t catch me if you saw me falling
Be careful who you shit on, they might make it, you never know
Don’t try to come around me if you wasn’t here before
You say you need some tickets, wanna see me at my show
I put my bitch in VIP, I put you on the floor

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

[Verse 2]
I’m rolling off a bean and I’m stoned
I just did a interview with Rolling Stone
My teachers used to call my momma on the phone
I failed in all my classes, hated going home
Got-Got a lot of problems that I handle on my own
Remember making beats and feeling stuck inside my home
And now when I come home, I’m fucking every bitch I know
I just show my chain off to Lil Uzi on the phone
I feeling in my zone, I took two 30’s to the dome
I heard they pitch they shit up just so they can match my tone
I’m balling, you can’t stand it how I keep you on your toes
No motion picture money rewinds in my video
When I’m in my city, I feel like I’m Rambo
My bro like a mechanic, always keep the hammer close
Do I believe in heaven? To be honest, I don’t know
But I believe in Ghosts and I believe in Lambos

[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed
I was made for this shit, rookie of the year
I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list
Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this
Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed

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Krewella – Runaway lyrics

[Verse 1]
And I got the world in the palm of my hands
And I, all I wanna do is make you dance
If I never see your face again, will I remember?
Every time we go out, free drinks, sitting in the VIP
Twenty minutes in, wanna leave quick
Do you wanna roll with me?
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Verse 2]
Oh, we, we could drive to the midnight sun
We’re free, we’re living like we just begun
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Bridge]
Pedal to the floor, got the windows down in a rental car
Hands on the wheel and your eyes light up like a thousand stars
If we never see the world again, know we will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway (runaway, runaway…)

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Murs – G Lollipops (feat. Prof)

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 1: Murs]
I make art, y’all niggas make hits
I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin’ bottles in the club, I’m just chillin’ at the house
Playin’ war games with 4 dames in your name
Don’t get high, stay fly and inside your lane
Tame as a derriere but it gets scarier
When you try to test the best in your area
Aerial attacks and burials and wax
Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
Where the rappers at? Where the rappers at?
They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang’s Forever?
Better than the worst but Murs is still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the troops
The devil is a liar but these boys the truth

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Okay I gave her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, your majesty
Lettin’ my nuts hang like Tiffany had his weave
While y’all toss salad, anything for a salary
You call it a triumph, I call it a tragedy
Casually I turn competition to casualties
Converse with my rollo, I call him Murcielago
One thing I’m certain if it hurtin’ ’em I know
I’m an introvert, a street kid, was never into Vert
I’d rather pen a verse, some call it audacity
Where did he get the nerve, usin’ no blackberry
Nigga, you gettin’ curved by labels and hoes
Layaway on your clothes, another day I suppose
You portrayin’ a rose, I would say you a troll
And it’s takin’ his toll by the way human go
I can’t give a F-U-C-K what he sold
It’s Fash

[Chorus: Fashawn]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 3: Prof]
I’m in the 4-door Ford escort
With 4 escorts with high test scores
Indoor dro grown next door
In class with them hickey neck sores
That’s too much sauce, that’s too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, "Baby, that’s too much sauce"
As far as I’m concerned, I don’t fuck with the list price
Rappers these days ain’t been in a fist fight
You never know homie, I could be a fraud
This atheist chick I’m fuckin’, she treat me like a god
I’m poppin’ pills in the VIP all day
I’m an industry plant, I’m just playin’ the long game
Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I’m gonna break your wife’s hymen tonight
Shout a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?
Pookie

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

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Murs – G Lollipops (feat. Fashawn & Prof)

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 1: Murs]
I make art, y’all niggas make hits
I make music from the heart and what you make is shit
Softer than the couch, step up, get knocked out
Poppin’ bottles in the club, I’m just chillin’ at the house
Playin’ war games with 4 dames in your name
Don’t get high, stay fly and inside your lane
Tame as a derriere but it gets scarier
When you try to test the best in your area
Aerial attacks and burials and wax
Like an Annabelle tale, but scarier in fact
Where the rappers at? Where the rappers at?
They told me real rap is dead, I had to laugh at that
How is it dead if Wu-Tang’s Forever?
Better than the worst but Murs is still better
The Leroy and Bruce, I deployed the troops
The devil is a liar but these boys the truth

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Okay I gave her a cavity, you hate that it had to be
Regal Rhymesayer, Mister Laver, your majesty
Lettin’ my nuts hang like Tiffany had his weave
While y’all toss salad, anything for a salary
You call it a triumph, I call it a tragedy
Casually I turn competition to casualties
Converse with my rollo, I call him Murcielago
One thing I’m certain if it hurtin’ ’em I know
I’m an introvert, a street kid, was never into Vert
I’d rather pen a verse, some call it audacity
Where did he get the nerve, usin’ no blackberry
Nigga, you gettin’ curved by labels and hoes
Layaway on your clothes, another day I suppose
You portrayin’ a rose, I would say you a troll
And it’s takin’ his toll by the way human go
I can’t give a F-U-C-K what he sold
It’s Fash

[Chorus: Fashawn]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

[Verse 3: Prof]
I’m in the 4-door Ford escort
With 4 escorts with high test scores
Indoor dro grown next door
In class with them hickey neck sores
That’s too much sauce, that’s too much sauce
Had to turn to Pookie, "Baby, that’s too much sauce"
As far as I’m concerned, I don’t fuck with the list price
Rappers these days ain’t been in a fist fight
You never know homie, I could be a fraud
This atheist chick I’m fuckin’, she treat me like a god
I’m poppin’ pills in the VIP all day
I’m an industry plant, I’m just playin’ the long game
Bitch never wrote a rhyme in my life
And after the club, I’m gonna break your wife’s hymen tonight
Shout a couple dudes for a career in rap
Turn up, turn up, fleek, fleek, bruh how real was that?
Pookie

[Chorus: Murs]
Gangsta ass lollipops
Your bitch got a sweet tooth

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Logic – Midnight Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Everybody know I be
Everybody know I be (yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus 1]
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin’ about what’s on my hand
Bitch I been addin’ it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man

[Chorus 1]
Ayy, everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin’ about what’s on my hand
Bitch I been addin’ it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man

[Chorus 2]
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently

[Part II]

[Chorus 3]
Oh no Bobby, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that

[Verse]
The illest that bring it the realest
Bitch, I came to kill this
They can never bear me just the homies and me
Now we the Grammy family
You made a couple million, that’s it, it’s gross
My net is 30, my record clean, my flow is dirty
Right, real G’s move in silence like
Who the common denominator?
Fuck around and bomb a hater
My flow greater, heart darker than Darth Vader
Check the data, matter of fact check the state of mind
After I’m finished, these rappers ain’t in a state to rhyme
Straight to your mind now
Feel this shit like it’s some Braille
Way too heavy for the scale
All I know about is bars like I couldn’t make the bail
It ain’t never room to fail
Only growing and prevail
When my anxiety rise and I feel like I’m in hell
Take a moment and inhale
Count to five then exhale
Then we run that motherfucker like a marathon
Hits, motherfucker, hits, yeah we ’bout that Barry Bonds
Brace yourself, you can’t retain me
All that shit you talkin’ out your mouth just won’t sustain me
Logic pickin’ up the slack like denim
Spit it with venom
Never pretend to be somethin’ that I’m not
And you ain’t shit when you stand next to me
No kiddin’ like vasectomy
Step to me, throw disrespect to me and I’ll rearrange your trajectory
Black and white like a piano and I am proud to be
And fuck whoever tell me that I’m not allowed to be
I am me, I’m a man
Can I live? Goddamn
Yeah, I guess this shit right here is just all a part of the plan
Haters gon’ hate, that’s the motherfuckin’ sayin’
So much plaque on my wall I need a dentist
From Maryland to Venice, this shit is worldwide
Step up to the mic and it’s a homicide

[Chorus 3]
Oh no Bobby, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that

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KILLY – Live Your Last Lyrics

[Chorus]
Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Diamonds clash (what?), they gon’ do the dance (ha ha ha ha)
My bitch got class, wrist piece devilish (ha ha ha ha)
Do not ask, can’t pronounce this brand (yeah yeah)
Throw them bands (yeah yeah), and come back for my ring

[Chorus]
Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Big chain, medallion (what?)
Stay one hundred thousand
Ten toes down, I’m grounded (what?)
VIP so crowded (what?)
Shout out my accountant (count)
I’ma throw it, don’t count it (count)
Never care what the amount is (bands)
Cartier frames never cloudy (what?)
Got my whole gang, get rowdy (gang)
Put it four days, West Holly (hey)
Took a lil break from the party (tiki)
Palm trees, chillin’ with the feet up
Palm trees, chillin’ with the feet up (what?)
Treatin’ on the dash, [?] nina
Treatin’ on the dash, [?] nina
Love me, love my demeanor
Love me, love my demeanor (what, yeah)
Screw face lookin’ like Vegeta
Screw face lookin’ like Vegeta
I’m a demon with the divas
Mad man comin’ off the molly (what, what, molly, yeah)
Jumpman comin’ from the nineties (hey, jump jump jump)
Bad bitch like Aphrodite (bad bitch)
She wanna try me and indict me (me)
She can’t catch me, never find me (me)

[Chorus]
Smoke that gas (yeah), car don’t need no gas (car)
Livin’ fast (yeah), skrrt off on my past (what?)
So damn bad (yeah), I just have to laugh (hey)
Forget the past (hey), live it like your last (yeah)

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Snow Tha Product, Castro Escobar & Lexthegreat – Anyway

[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
I’m back at it like Booyah
Like how I do ya
You see you need a mami chula
Get a hallelujah
I’m working on myself
And trying not to get lit too much
But then I get two cups
And get to sippin’, thinkin’ different
Cause I never drink enough
And you look like
The party type
And got your body right
You lookin’ at the fact that I am all of that
I’m honest that we book the back
For everyone here to have fun: Yes
I’m from the bay we go dumb: Yes
You here can twerk in a sun-dress
Could be drunk love or it’s drunk
Yes you and your friends can get into VIP
You bought a bottle and kept it hidden, said it’s for me
I like to drink and do a show and kill it
And I can see you from the stage
All I can say is uhh we about to leave

[Chorus]
I see you tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)
I know you see me tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)

[Verse 2: Castro Escobar]
Man I’m lookin’ for the baddest, somebody show me
And bring another for the homies, for Lex and Snowy
I get you lit just like a stoggie, get it in just like Kobe
I’m getting cheese no macaroni, so get to know me
And yeah I’m trying to go and get that
Tell me if you with that
This that, shit that, makes my last bitch call and try to kick back
Since that didn’t work, just go on and let me hit that
Pick back up where we was at like where the drinks at
What you want baby, what you want
Don’t compare me to your man, he can’t give you what I got
He ain’t fuckin’ with me man you better tell that boy to stop
I ain’t tryin to cuff either, I’mma leave that to the cops
Emmm, meet me right after the show uhh
Yeah, ain’t nobody gotta know uhh
Yeah, and I‘m gone off that patron
I ain’t trying to cop your number I’m just trying to take you home

[Chorus]
I see you tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)
I know you see me tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)

[Verse 3: Lex]
We can kick it if you wanna
Backstage we got some marijuana
It’s the viben we ain’t with the drama
Bring your friends, I got mine, we got the bottles
Party all night fuck tomorrow
I’m ya sancho
Don’t get any feelings there’s no strings attached
You say you like being rachet and also keep it classy
No regrets when you lit, fuck the aftermath
Every day I do it big like it was my last
Girl you know I’m tryin to get that
You’re bad and boujee and you know I really dig that
Bounce up on me one time let me see that
Oh you playin’, shit now I don’t believe that

[Chorus]
I see you tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)
I know you see me tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)