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Ty Dolla Sign – Don’t Judge Me lyrics

Ty Dolla Sign with “Don’t Judge Me” ft. Future and Swae Lee.

Don’t Judge Me lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?] on your face
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to f*ck on your face
Love me more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this sh*t aight

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Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Judge Me (feat. Future & Swae Lee)

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t touch me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
[?]Chinese molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take it to the head to fuck on your face
[?]
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this shit aight

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Audio Push – Grits

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

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Juicy J – Dats What I Thought (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: Lord Infamous]
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas be talking that shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

{Verse 1: Juicy J]
Say you on static, you got it, you ain’t really ’bout it my nigga
And dat’s what I thought
You gon’ quit talkin’ or either be off with your head instead
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I know some niggas been trappin’ for half of they life and they rich And they never got caught
I know some bitches is fucking ’bout every rapper in the city
I never go wrong
I know some bitches that’s popping they pussy
Run up a check and they bring it right to me
Bitch, I’m a manager
I know how to handle you
I make a vet outta rookie
You tryna get paid or naw
Dat’s what I thought
Hit the stage and take it off
Hop in a Uber, I hop in this Bentley
And sip on this henny
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Niggas be talking that shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
She told me she ain’t coming out the pussy
But fuck me anyway
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say he gon’ run up with the pack
But brought it right back
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas say them diamonds VVS’ but they rhinestones
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Dat’s what I thought
Nigga playing games with the bread ’til I come at his head
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
Niggas saying I look like a lick ’til I pull out them sticks
Yeah, dat’s what I thought

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Bitch, I’m a boss (bitch, I’m a boss!)
I’m drippin’ in sauce (just follow the drip!)
I call it like Moss
She looking too hard
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
That what you rented? (that lil shit?)
This what I bought (this big boy shit!)
Show me the pink slip, nigga (where it at?)
Yeah, dat’s what I thought (that ain’t yo shit!)
Nigga be tough (talkin’ that shit!)
When they on the net (talkin’ that shit!)
When you see ’em in person (cough!)
They be like "I ain’t on that"
Dat’s what I thought
That bitch is fine, my truck got a line
That’s why I can fuck up a check
These niggas lying, they ain’t doing fine
Most of these niggas in debt
Start with the cap, you ain’t in the trap
Show me the pack
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You niggas fool, this ain’t what you do
Show me the tool
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
You talking ’bout bricks like you with the shit
I bet you don’t even know how much it cost
You niggas lost, knock that shit off
Soak up the sauce, this shit can’t be bought

[Outro: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
Niggas be talking they shit
But they ain’t really ’bout it when I see ’em
Yeah, dat’s what I thought
I see them fuckin’ press, oh no they better lay
It happens everyday don’t make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out yo rib cage
And put ya body in the back of that grey Chevrolet

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Rich The Kid – Cookies & Sherbert

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yah, yah, huh
Yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Pop me a perc now I’m geeking
Hop out the Maybach I’m sleepy (bitch)
Foreign lil model lil eater
I gotta flex for no reason (huh)
I been in the Maybach flexing
Back in the bando a minute
Pot too hot need a mitten (hot)
I was working in the kitchen (yah)
New wave and we winning (winning)
Counting up 150 (hunnid)
I was dreaming bout a Bentley (woah)
Niggas broke pockets empty (broke)
Fuck is you saying dog?
Why they want a hand out?
Over watch stick the dick in her mouth
Diamonds on me straight knocking you out
Ran off with the plug money
Running through it we blowing money
Can’t trust a bitch might turn on you
Take your hoe and I swerve on you (skrt)
Mixing that Fendi with Gucci
I’m pulling up make a movie (woah)
Pull out I bust on her boobies (huh)
She sucking me don’t want the coochie

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup (what)
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yah, I had to make it work
They was hating got em hurt (yuh)
You a pussy wear a skirt (bitch)
Need some syrup call the nurse (huh)
Wanna be like me?
VVS got my diamonds on icy (ice)
Maybach with the curtains (what)
You splurging on her is she worth it? (woo)
Think about it, I cannot change for nobody (nah)
Niggas they lame it’s so sorry (lame)
Boutta cash out on that new rari (skrt skrt)
Rich before I got famous (famous)
You haters said I wouldn’t make it (woah)
Now I’m flexing in they faces (flex)
Left wrist 180 (ice)
With jewelry, can’t stop it I’m flexing on TMZ
Shitting on bitches that doubted me
Pulling up right in that two seater (skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Soak it up just like a mop (soak it up)
You wanna cuff her or cop? (woah)
Run it up to the top (top)
Too many racks bands pop
I’m mixing McQueen with the Louis
I got a pack so she groupin
Visa on me go stupid
Young nigga was trapping the cutie (huh)
Now I’m walking round with the check up (check up)
Young nigga got now and next up (woah)
I had to tennis my neck up (tennis)
My diamonds they bite don’t get close up (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

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Jimmy Wopo – First Day Out

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

[Verse 1]
Jimmy home, start checkin’ your bitch’s phone again
Feel like 2010, all these honkies callin’ my phone again
I’m in your backyard again, nigga, no Nickelodeon
Pockets on a hungry chick, niggas is Ethiopians
Left the door cracked for you niggas who still ain’t open it
Took the cookie jar out the stove, it got the coke in it
The fans got me showin’ my ass, so inappropriate
The Xans got me losin’ my stance, no more controllin’ it
So I might forget who I smashed or niggas’ ho I hit
Still skinny Jimmy, what I look like on some bulky shit?
Still Pretty Ricky, I blow your ho to emoji kiss
Ain’t another nigga in my city I need to go against
Now I’m focusin’, tryna give lanes and G’s hope again
I wrote this shit two weeks in, with no pad or pen
Now who gon’ pay rap boy lawyer if I go broke again?
My mama, Mo, and them, Baby Jace, Aubrey you need a win

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

[Verse 2]
Just yesterday I woke up in a jail cell
Came a long way from bustin’ down them dope sales
I pray every day we make it off them food stamps
I just wanna watch my lil’ brother go to training camp
Run the cheddar up, hit shocks and let the cheese melt
You ain’t lose lumber with me, you ain’t know how it felt
I asked myself, "How I win with the hand I was dealt?"
It’s like I’m plottin’ on the court, tryna dunk on the cell
Damn, and I got hit with probation violation
You ask me, shit I just think my probation was hatin’
Ride in the city with the calculator calculatin’
19.5 for one, two for the Walter Payton
Free my nigga True, he don’t shoot, he fightin’ that home invasion
Feds wanna kill me, say I’m guilty by association
VVS’ in my charm, chain the color as the Penguins
City gettin’ shitted on ’til they treat me like I’m famous

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

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G Herbo – We Ball (Remix)

Yeah, G herbo
Wake up thinking feeling on some lil herb shit you know no limit
R.I.P them niggas man Vonny, Slim, Wet Mouth , One Eye, Chico, Vito

[Verse 1]
I seen kobe die that was my young nigga, he was laying front Mc’donalds with them slugs in him
I had blood all on my nike’s weren’t no blood in him
Couldn’t handle it but that weren’t like me crying rip my white tee
But i’m balling i’m just like em oou i’m lit i’m icy, VVS can’t clear this stress i need my bros beside me
7 am rollin riding me and my broski sliding, no deciding homicide him, all them niggas hiding
Can’t show love in these streets you get your feeling hurt, put your trust in these niggas that got my nigga murked
Lil Roc was with me in this shit but now he in the dirt
Cap was with me hitting niggas they just hit him worse, why they get him first
And earlier that day we just was talking, how the fuck you let a nigga catch you walking, why you ain’t have that missile up and spark it
How you go out right infront of Squeek apartment
When i look in Wop eyes its like he lost it, i look at Lil Mike eyes he really lost it
In these streets so much he look exhausted, and if he need anything i tell him call me
I can’t forget about Big Losk thats like forgetting Mally
I was driving cars stolen tryna get with Mally
Now i’m riding Rovers,Royces tryna get with Mally
Lil No Limit Mally thats my dawgy
And i rap about the struggle cause thats all me
I remember shooting niggas all week, standing over niggas catching all B’s
Trying to fill a bag up like im All D’s
And no wonder niggas gettin called sweet
Slim, Wet, One Eye bitch them all G’s
Pull up on his block we shooting all three’s
If its 3 niggas standing we want all 3

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Kodak Black – Misunderstood (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
It’s like fuck it, I’m just misunderstood. That’s the story of my life

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 1]
I keep this tool on me like I done turned into a mechanic
I’m a fuckin’ CEO, I don’t need no damn manage
I don’t like no interviews, see y’all don’t speak my language
We can’t hold no conversation, you don’t know what I’m sayin’
She say she wanna know the real me, bitch I am it
Tell the blog "correct that shit," ’cause I ain’t from Miami
I don’t even speak code, when I do, I’m misinterpretated
I don’t even need no surfboard, I’m too fuckin’ wavy
I ain’t take my meds bitch, ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ crazy
Say you thuggin’ a lil’ too hard, life you livin’ dangerous
They don’t see potential, they say I’m a project baby
Just ’cause my dad so goddamn selfish, he ain’t wanna raise me

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 2]
I’m on 18, I’m slangin’ like I’m Peyton Manning
My bitch just told me to be more gentle ’cause I’m too demanding
They say that all my demons seeming but I’m not satanic
And I keep her back wet but shawty ain’t Hispanic
I see you in [?] vision through my Prada lenses
No point in goin’ to school if I’ma keep on jumpin’ fences
The block too hot and that’s the only reason I’m on campus
It’s a pandemonium ridin’ panoramic
Once they let me out of jail I went back to the dentist
I snapped my golds out and flood my gums with VVS’s
Yeah, you listenin’ what I’m sayin’ but you don’t get the message
Did so much dirt I wonder how I still be gettin’ any blessings

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

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Desiigner – Thank God I Got It Lyrics ft Mitus

Desiigner – Thank God I Got It Lyrics ft Mitus

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the “oh shit”
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

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[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

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[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

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[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way

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Gucci Mane – Tone It Down (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wizop, Huh, wop
Hitmaka! go

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Huh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner
[?]
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason (huh)
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

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The bag way – Young Buck feat. Moneybagg Yo lyrics

Lyrics Young Buck – The bag way

Yeah
The bag way
F**k these old niggas, get yo’ money young nigga
Let’s get it.

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag day (now go get a check).

I ran it up in the trap, and I do it that strap way
Met me a Migo and I started gettin’ it, yeah dat way
My ex-b***h pulled up, flexed on me, can’t f**k ya that day
Nigga just hit a bad lick with his last blunt in his ashtray
I re-ed up with the rest on me, got me a big bag of yay
I ain’t got nothin’ to give to ya, nigga everybody gon’ have to pay
I blow the rest that was left on me, bought me a big place to stay
Took the Cartiers off my face to see a lotta niggas just in the way
(F**k whoever done slept on me!)
(Now go get a check)
VVS my b***h up, and my s**t on ..
They done made me pick that stick up, knowin’ I’m gon’ spray
Y’all got all that y’all gon’ get, you niggas just don’t want s**t
I’m like..

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag day (now go get a check).

I just blew a bag on a Tuesday
All my diamonds wet like ..
I like all my bitches bad and boujee
I’m a savage nigga like Webbie and Boosie
If you ain’t talkin’ money you gon’ lose me
Flex, I sell packs, I blow racks, I shoot movies
I’m no ordinary nigga, I got swag, hoe
I’m in Cashville, that’s where I met my last hoe, my past hoe
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is a bag
I pull up the lot, paper tag
If you broke then go get you some cash
Versuri-lyrics.info
I’m puffin’ and trippin’ on gas
93 days diesel
Rockstar like the Beatles
All I dreamed about was a bag
Get the money first, never last.

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check (the bag way)
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag dayyy.
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What are you on – Roy Woods lyrics

Lyrics Roy Woods – What are you on

Oh, what are you on?
When you get with us
What should I know?
When you get up.

Oh, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (x4)

Smoke blunts, rather pop one to get off
VVS make your lady dance from afar
Roll it fast ’cause marijuana is my cologne
Lil’ baby come and smoke with me
He ain’t no friend of me
Bad bitches still the only girls that can be friends with me
F**k you good, pass you to the left, to your enemy (to your enemy)
What you want? Money and Patrón versuri-lyrics.info
Before you get it free I’d rather tell you what to tell
They know this isn’t me but s**t happens when you get older
Niggas didn’t think I’d make it far when I told them
Out there in the woods lookin’ for peace out with my soldiers
Everybody lookin’ at me like I get help.

I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
What you want is my money but do you respect it?

What are you on? (s*x, money, woods, alcohol)
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (s*x, money, drugs, alcohol) (x4)

I worked for everything I got
You don’t know how to treat a boss
My fake girl stay within the thots
Lightning bolt didn’t kill her this time
I know she like my style
Ain’t no asking why, two cups at a time
‘Bout to multiply
I have been on more than one, two, three, four, five
Get high.

I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?

Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xansss.
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Zoey Dollaz – One Of One Lyrics ft. Future

Zoey Dollaz – One Of One Lyrics ft. Future

[Intro: Future]
Pop your different designer
Casey wassup?
Oh, woah, woah

[Hook: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
Findin’ that love right now (right now)
I just called my bros right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Pop a drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can we duplicate it?
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep those excuses for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Count a lid off that foreign

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
If I had a dollar
For every time, a nigga said he made me
I’d probably be rich (yeah)
Fuck them niggas, man I elevated (fuck them)
Confidential, with them conversations (conversations)
I don’t talk, I don’t tell no statements (shh)
I fell in love with the money baby (money baby)
Relationships, that is complicated (complicated)
I know them niggas mad, that we made it (mad)
More mone, more problems (more problems)
Percocets got a nigga faded (pull up)
Gave my Momma, a hunnid thousand cash (a hunnid thou’)
I ain’t even lookin’ at my bank statements (nah)
You should have seen, where I come from (come from)
You’ll be happy that a nigga made it (made it)
I was low, lower than the pavements (low)
My life, similar to basement (basement)
Now the rich really foreign (foreign)
Now the bitches, can’t ignore ’em (ignore ’em)
Now the chain on VVS, diamonds lookin’ like its snowin’ (snowin’)
Flooded Cuban on my wrist (wrist)
Pinky ring, really glowin’ (glowin’)
Knew them niggas really doubted me (doubted me)
I’m just happy that I showed ’em

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[Hook: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
Findin’ that love right now (right now)
I just called my bros right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Pop a drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can we duplicate it?
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep those excuses for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Count a lid off that foreign

[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
They say, the money goin’ to my head (to my head)
Old friends, tell me that I’m changin’ (that I’m changin’)
Baby girl, just do me a favor (do me a favor)
Girl, do not treat me like I’m famous (yeah)
I ain’t changin’, I’m just busy (busy)
Goin’ out, city, city (city)
Nigga, seeing different faces (all faces)
That shit fuckin’ wit’ me (yeah)
If you met the women that I met (that I met)
Maybe, you’ll cheat too (I bet)
I just hope, whoever got you next (got you next)
Knows how to treat you (yeah)
I used the money, just to hide my pain (hide my pain)
I ain’t ever goin’ broke again (nah)
Fallen victim to them Percocets (ooh)
Body numb, I don’t feel no pain (body numb, I don’t feel no pain)
Momma, told me slow down on chicks (oh yeah)
Baby momma, always catching fits (fits)
Talkin’ ’bout, how she need some shit (need some shit)
Too much money, lookin’ counterfeit
I miss my son, I can’t handle this
Nigga been goin’ through some shit

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[Hook: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
Findin’ that love right now (right now)
I just called my bros right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Pop a drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can we duplicate it?
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep those excuses for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Count a lid off that foreign

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[Outro: Zoey Dollaz & Future]
They say, the money goin’ to my head
Old friends, tell me that I’m changin’
Baby girl, just do me a favor
Girl, do not treat me like I’m famous
I ain’t changin’, I’m just busy
Goin’ out, city, city
Nigga, seeing different faces
Count a lid off that foreign
Count a lid off that foreign

Zoey Dollaz – One Of One Lyrics ft. Future

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Zoey Dollaz – My Thang Lyrics

Zoey Dollaz – My Thang Lyrics

[Intro]
’bout 20 thousand on new jeans
Go, griz, all hunnids, all hunnids

[Hook]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, 20 thousand, all hunnids in my right pocket
Know you cuffin’ that bitch, but I know she watchin’ (watchin’)
Young nigga, drippin’ swag, so she can’t ignore it
See a young rich nigga, jumpin’ out the foreign
She know I do my thing (do my thing)
And she know my bank roll insane (insane)
Spent a few racks on this chain (on this chain)
VVS diamonds, so they bling (so they bling)
Yeah, know your bitch saw the pinky ring (ring)
Chanel on my feet, know she see the double C’s
And your bitch was a fan, I looked at her, and she freeze (and she freeze)
I looked at her, and she freeze, yeah

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[Hook]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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[Verse 2]
Pulled up, new foreign, no tints on it (no tints on it)
Yeah, I see your bitch, watchin’ and I know she want me (know it)
Jump out, young nigga smellin’ like a mil (ooh)
Bitch I had a hunnid thousand, way before the deal (before the deal)
I could buy your bitch (bitch)
Made me fly your bitch (bitch)
Real nigga 24, boy you counterfeit?
Shawty love my swag (swag)
I ain’t kinda sick (sick)
And I represent, but it on a drip (represent, drip)
I paid a hunnid thousand cash, she still rentin’ whips (whips)
No more beefin’ with you niggas, i’ma take your bitch (bitch)
Put her in a whip, have her suckin’ dick (whip, ugh)
And we got them sticks, like the Chinese, bitch (brr, brr)

[Hook]
You know I do my thang (my thang)
Young nigga walk, with a lot of change on me (on me)
And my bank roll insane (insane)
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I might fuck around and just buy your shawty (okay)
Don’t leave your bitch around me (around me)
Don’t leave your bitch around me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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[Outro]
You know I do my thang
And my bank roll insane
Spent a few racks on this chain
VVS diamonds, so they bling, yeah

Zoey Dollaz – My Thang Lyrics

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Kash Doll – Panda Lyrics

[Intro]
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 1]
Send a hundred bottles to my section
Got bad bitches in my VIP
Hundred thousand, nothing less than
We lit that bitch up like a Christmas tree
We lit that bitch up, a first energy
See I do not know what to tell you
Wanna fuck with Kash
Wanna run me that
I’m hard on a nigga, Griselda
I’m starting to teach hoes a lesson
I’m stunting to fight off oppression
Got pussy thats like a vacation
Real niggas all in formation
A hundred thousand thats the Audi
God bitch, I’m just getting started
I been getting money, I been styling on it
Yeah bitch I’ve been pushing the foreigns

[Bridge]
Woah, I think I’m gonna come back one more time
I’ll just come right back, haha
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 2]
I’ma make ’em sick ’till they all hurl
Black american, doll girl
Good pussy, I got the power
Fuck you pay me, it’s our world
Money up, I’ve been finessing
Princess cut, I’m VVS’ing
Sak pase! but I ain’t Haitian
Play a nigga like a Playstation
The game ma, I’m running that
It’s bank time, where your money at?
Got lil’ bread, for a lil’ head
I’m a boss bitch, I ain’t stunting that
In one moth, made a hundred racks
My mic on, my ass fat
Pussy wrapped up, it’s all crack
I’m killing it, funeral, all black
Woah!

[Outro
Have you ever had a panda pussy?
Haha, panda pussy
Yeah, I had to
Aye, I’m just gonna kill all these remixes since I can’t do my own shit right now
Haha, fuck these labels
Swear to god
A bitch dropped a mixtape and it revived
I swear to god

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What Are You On?

Lyrics to ‘What Are You On?’ by Roy Woods:

–Intro–
Oh, what are you on?
When you get [?]
What should I know?
When you get up

–Chorus–
Oh, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you

–Verse 1–
[?] smoke blunts, rather pop one to get off
VVS make your lady dance from afar
[?]
[?]
Bad bitches still the only girls that can be friends with me
Fuck you good, pass you to the left, to your enemy (to your enemy)
What you want? Money and Patrón
Before you get it free I’d rather [?]
They know this isn’t me but shit happens when you get older
Niggas didn’t think I’d make it far, well I told them
Out there in the woods lookin’ for peace out with my soldiers
Everybody lookin’ at me like [?]

–Refrain–
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
[?], niggas workin’ restless
What you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
[?], niggas workin’ restless
What you want is my money but do you respect it?

–Chorus–
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you

–Verse 2–
I worked for everything I got
You don’t know how to treat a boss
My fake girl stay [?]
Lightning bolt didn’t kill her this time
I know she like my style
Ain’t no [?], two cups at a time
‘Bout to multiply
I have been on more than one, two, three, four, five
Get high

–Refrain–
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
[?], niggas workin’ restless
What you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
[?], niggas workin’ restless
What you want is my money but do you respect it?

–Outro–
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans

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FRENCH MONTANA – Stop It lyrics

I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend

[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl?
And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

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Reflex – Travis Scott lyrics

Lyrics Travis Scott – Reflex

This is Jack Burton in the Porkchop Express and I’m talkin’ to whoever’s listenin’ out there
Like I told my last wife
I says: “Honey, I never drive faster than I can see, besides that, it’s all in the reflex”

Off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Won’t you flex that a*s again
Off a refleeex, off the refleeex
Off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh.

Off a refleeex, off a refleeex (yeah), off a refleeex (yeah)
I’ve been blowing through these bands, I’m in a deep check
All these bitches in my room, I feel like Keith Sweat (oeh)
We been going too in, I think I needs rest
When you leave, I think about it, damn, I need it
Johnny Cochran on these h**s the way I beat it
You make me weak, but don’t mistake it for my weakness
I’ve been out here, I’ve been out here with your deepest
Automatic, going in, I’m going T-Rex versuri-lyrics.info
VVS’s turn the T-shirt to a V-neck (straight up)
Gon’ create and spend that money we ain’t seen yet
All my niggas out and they ‘gone make it.

Off the refleeex, off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan, just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Won’t you flex that a*s again
Off the refleeex, off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Popped another xanny just to reset, just to reset.

Off the refleeex, off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Won’t you flex that a*s again
Off a refleeex, off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh.
Travis Scott lyrics
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21 Savage – 7 Min Freestyle (Issa Album)

[Verse]
Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over nigga, yeah yeah
Young Savage trappin’, yeah yeah
And I’m fuckin’ rappin’, yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherfuckin’ dagger on me
Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah
And I’m ballin’ like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I’m runnin’ out that motherfucker, nigga, woah
Get money like a motherfucker, nigga
Bags in, nigga gas in
Cash out, nigga cash in
I’m robbin’, ski maskin’
You niggas know that I’m ’bout action
Fishtail with the traction
Fuck a fistfight, nigga I was blasting
Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin’
Got them VVS’s on me, nigga glass
Fuck school nigga, always skipped class
Fuck the other side, throwin’ red rags
Slaughter Gang, PDE gon’ do you bad nigga
Runnin’ through this cash, through this cash nigga
And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga
Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag nigga
Why these niggas mad, why they sad nigga
‘Cause I’m poppin’ ho, yeah I’m poppin’ ho
Got your main bitch, pussy poppin’ ho
We don’t want that pussy, we just want that toppy ho
And I don’t want it if the shit ain’t sloppy ho
Yeah, gang gang, nigga gang gang
Ayy, niggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy
They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy
Stab ’em up, nigga stab ’em up
I’m a Bentley truck, you in a Acura
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t got racks or somethin’
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t in the trap or somethin’
Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin’ huh
Hey, your main bitch, she gon’ back it up
21, that two-two-three gon’ make you back it up
21, that show money I just stack it up
21, I’m real gangster, you just acting tough, woah
Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah
My young niggas droppin’ shells on ’em, woah
I know they scared now, scared now
Niggas broke, they can’t even pay they bail now
Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga
Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga
Water whip the dope, water whip it
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip ’em, yeah
Them VVS’s got her hypnotized, yeah
I used to walk around with two nines, woah
Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21
That’s a half a brick lil nigga, 21
You a fuckin’ shrimp lil nigga, 21
I got somethin’ for that lip lil nigga, 21
Have you with a limp lil nigga, 21
Cut you up, no temp lil nigga, yeah
I get money ’cause I’m rich nigga, yeah
I might fuck all on your bitch nigga, yeah
Got a drank in in the vip nigga, yeah
She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah
Burberry fur on me, shit, woah
Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah
Eating chicken curry in this bitch, woah
Good food, nigga good food, 21
I’m a gangster, you a good dude, 21
I won’t text her ’til she send nudes, 21
She call my phone when the rent due, 21
I ain’t got a dime for your stankin’ ass, 21
Wash your behind with your stankin’ ass, bitch
And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch
All my niggas havin’ fuckin’ bags, bitch
Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21
Hit nigga, hit nigga, hit, 21
That stick nigga, stick nigga, stick, 21
Bricks nigga, licks nigga, hits, 21
Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21
Got the rap game on lock fast, 21
Got the block game on lock fast, 21
I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21
I drop cop and send shots fast, 21
You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21
You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21
You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21
No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21
All of ’em like to shoot nigga, 21
All of ’em like boot nigga, 21
All of ’em in your boot nigga, 21
Finger holes, nigga finger holes, 21
You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21
I can’t respect a nigga with cornrows, 21
Broke nigga with your brother’s clothes, 21
Broke nigga fuckin’ your brother’s hoes, 21
Get your own nigga, get your own, 21
You ain’t grown, nigga you ain’t grown, 21
Your money brown and my money long, 21
My blunt green and my gas strong, 21
Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21
All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21
I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21
I might take that lil bitch out to ‘Hana’s, 21
Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21
But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21
Man I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21
I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21
Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21
Nigga catch me all up in Bruce’s, 21
And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21
I’ma shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21
Niggas umm, niggas niggas losin’, 21
Yeah yeah, nigga yeah yeah, 21
Serve a nigga with no scale scale, 21
Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21
Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21
Fuck 12, I don’t need help, 21
12 gauge, nigga that’s my help, 21

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21 Savage – Whole Lot (Issa Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places that you can’t go (can’t go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma fuck around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin’ my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t G’s (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain’t spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I’m Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m cockin’ it back
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin’
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y’all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS’s on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a nigga ’til he need stitches (woah)
I ain’t never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up (I just be stackin’ up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum (platinum)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?] (get madder nigga)
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
We don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I’m itchin’ (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin’ scared, I ride (I’m gon’ go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil’ nigga I’m the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil’ nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

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21 Savage – Money Convo (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
Peon ass niggas
Levis and Adidas ass niggas
High point having ass niggas
I got a Glock and it don’t jam, I blast niggas
You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga
I’m the type to pass her to the team, nigga
You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga?
Now she fuckin’ me, I know you wanna kill her
And I sold dope on my 10 toes
We ain’t fallin’ out over freak hoes
21 Savage still in savage mode
I thought I told you I’m a savage on these hoes
Maybach with the curtains up
I’m with Nudy, he gon’ burn you up
Fake gangbangin’, nigga turned into a snitch
Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up
We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas
Hol’ up
We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash
Hol’ up
Wanna fuck me, I’m like yas, yas, yas
Hol’ up
VVS’ drippin’, dance, dance, dance

[Chorus]
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

[Post-Chorus]
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo

[Verse 2]
Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga
Ridin’ ’round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga
Oh you drinkin’ green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga
Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off
Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
I’ve been gettin’ so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta, you ain’t ever shot nobody
I don’t wanna hear them stories ’bout them fake bodies
Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti
Nigga get whacked, thinkin’ they hard ’cause they on molly
I’m the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out
You a dick jumpin’ faggot, you a mascot
You beat your bitch ’cause she walk ’round with her ass out
They wanna rob me ’cause I walk ’round with that bag out
Drinkin’ syrup, lil’ bitch, I’m finna pass out
Never slippin’, Glock 40 with a red dot
Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, what ya talkin’ ’bout?

[Chorus]
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

[Post-Chorus]
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

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Dj Khaled – Iced Out My Arms Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Iced Out My Arms Lyrics

[Future:]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can see
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled

[Future, Takeoff & Offset:]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Migos:]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguets
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my man Khaled, say know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I saw a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti
We pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it
As soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[21 Savage:]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang, gang, bitch
Y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang, gang, bitch
We gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[T.I.:]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch, eatin’ right at Phillipe
Plus she f**kin’ with a winner
Jury lookin’ like a slushie
Fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room
Incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope
Shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, gotta let you know I gotta go
Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Future (Offset):]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

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Fler & Jalil – Alles Vvs (Epic Album)

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

[Part 1: Fler]
Alles VVS
Ziel’ die Schlampen an, sie tanzen im Bikinidress
Single is on fire, Junge, alle stream’n im Netz
Alle mieses Cash, glaub mir, alle Yeezys echt, yeah
Trink’ am Corner den Henny, immer bewaffnet und ready
Scheiß mal auf Rapper mit Maske, halbes Gesicht unterm Cappi
24 Karat häng’n an meinem Neck
Weiber nerven mich, die ganze Nacht WhatsApp
Jage mit mei’m Bruder jeden Tag das Mula
Bis wir alle vollhäng’n wie Slick Rick the Ruler
Teile mit der Gang Stack für Stack und Snack für Snack
Kille meine Feinde Kek für Kek, back to back
Diamanten, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Slowmotion-Yacht – zwölf K für paar Stunden Miete
Wir ha’m keine Skrupel, geh’n rein mit den Neunmillis
Audemars Piguet an den Handgelenken, voll Brillies

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

[Part 2: Jalil]
Yeah, Projektile fliegen aus dem weißen Boxster
In den meisten Fitnessrappern seh’ ich breite Opfer
Esse tagsüber nur Steak und nachts Champagnerregen
Schmuck kommt aus New York, Jacob the Jeweler muss selbst Hand anlegen
Yeah, brauch’ mehr Ketten als ein Sklavenhändler
Schwarze Haut auf schwarzem Leder in ‘nem schwarzen Benzer
Früher hingen all meine Träume im Schaufenster
Damals ein dreckiger Ausländer, trag’ ich sie heute ein Draufgänger
Verkehrte Welt, Kette so schwer, ich krieg’ Schmerzensgeld
Frage nicht nach ‘nem Feature solange dein Name nicht zufällig Fler enthält (facts, facts)
Jede Woche beim Barbier, damals kein Geld für ein’n Haarschnitt
Mittlerweile investier’ ich ein Hartz-IV (facts, facts, facts, facts)
Die Gang schießt scharf, alles für Blutdiamanten
Pumpen seit Jugend die Hantel, ich kenne nur die Mutanten, Bitch
Easy Rider, wenn wir aus dem Wagen zielen
Schwer im Geschäft, würden sie mich auf der Straße wiegen

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

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Mally Mall – All On Me (feat. O.T. Genasis & Maejor)

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Got a 40 pack on me
Letting off shots on me
Wishing nigga run up on me
Turn his head to [?]
Got a big watch on me
Got a big chain on me
Had the game, had the hit
Man a lot of niggas said, yeah put the blame on me
100 thousand in bottles
Extended clip with the hallows
VVS stones irregular
All of this cushion irregular
All these bands like a drum line
All these guns like a drum line
My diamonds shine like the sunshine
Got all these rappers in lunch lines

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Mally Mal]
100 bands in the club
That’s all on me
I gotta move how she want
But you riding with me
Fucking with me
Pull up to the back
Whole bar’s on me
We all came up
Hustle squad with me
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

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All on me – Mally Mall feat. O.T. Genasis lyrics

Lyrics Mally Mall – All on me

I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on meee, yeah yeah
It’s all on meee, yeah yeahhh.

Got a 40 pack on me
Letting off shots on me
Wishing nigga run up on me
Turn his head to ..
Got a big watch on me
Got a big chain on me
Had the game, had the hit
Man a lot of niggas said, yeah put the blame on me
100 thousand in bottles
Extended clip with the hallows
VVS stones irregular
All of this cushion irregular
All these bands like a drum line
All these guns like a drum line
My diamonds shine like the sunshine
Got all these rappers in lunch lines.

I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeahhh.

100 bands in the club
That’s all on me
I gotta move how she want
But you riding with me
Fucking with me
Pull up to the back
Versuri-lyrics.info
Whole bar’s on me
We all came up
Hustle squad with me
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down.

I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on meee, yeah yeah
It’s all on meee, yeah yeahhh.
Mally Mall lyrics
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DJ Khaled – Iced Out My Arms (feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I.) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I found a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry lookin’ like a slushie fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

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Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

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Desiigner – Thank God I Got It (feat. Mitus)

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the "oh shit"
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way

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Pouya & Fat Nick – Undecided

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These perkys got me living now
If 5 figures try to book me, nah
Down three oxys I can feel it now
Pop shot out the uzi, blood gon’ hit the ground
Who could’ve picture all this, hoe
My diamonds are shinin’ they glow, woah
Fucking her sister, let’s go, low
I’m smoking, I’m sippin alone, choke
Remixing on bricks I drink clone, foam
Call up my plug he bring more, smoke
Pint after pint hit the road, moan
[?]

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I just came through with the fully loaded magazine
To blow everyone’s brain on the wall
My friends don’t fuck with your friends at all
Fuck the world, we gon’ break the law
Fuck your momma, gon’ break her jaw
Stay in my corner like a loner
Money longer, Pistol up
Hold up, fuckboy I’m on it
Lay a fuckboy on his coffin
For talking, too loud in my office
Gotta’ be cautious, when I’m walking
Can’t trust another man too often
You can’t fix a mind
As fucked up as mine
You can get your life taken any time

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Tommy spraying, keep them bullets raining
All my diamonds dancing, boy I know you hatin’
I don’t need no bitch, Purrp thirty taking
Now six figures, your bitch faded
Rick owens step, I just blew a check
VVS hang
Spending check, come fuck my neck
No, no, can’t come close
[?]
Your bitch on some dick
CAL load and don’t spit
Uzi loaded, my bands folded
She plugged a perc and this bitch goin’
This suicidal, my damn mind
You ain’t got money, I ain’t got time

[Chorus: Pouya]
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you got me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you want me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide

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Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolen ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t post up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, they act like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sold no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger