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Terror Reid & Pouya Drop “Outlawz” Collab & Music Video [WATCH]

Source: Terror Reid & Pouya Drop “Outlawz” Collab & Music Video [WATCH] Terror Reid and Pouya are coming at us today as “Outlawz.” Their new collaboration just hit the streets and it’s wanted in all 50 states, dead or alive. The instinctive flow, thick beat and big West Coast energy heard here are just begging to be blasted out your speakers. For his Terror Reid project, Getter consistently […]
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Aubrie Sellers – Going Places Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been to Reno through Mendocino
Up and down the West Coast and all the way back again
I’ve seen Florida beaches, Georgia peaches
I’d go to Venus if I had a spaceship
[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places
[Verse 2]
Left Carolina runnin’ from a diamond
And I’m still ridin’ down this old freeway
Past golden bridges, jagged ridges
Winding rivers and now I’m far away
[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places
[Outro]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (Ah, ah)
Ooh, ooh
I’m going places, mmm
Ooh

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Sansar Salvo – Araban Lyrics

[Nakarat]
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar
[Verse 1]
Yabancı bi’ yerde dönüp arkanı gidince
Kimse merak etmez hem de buraya bile gelince
Hala sokaklardasın tanımadığın evlerde
Ders çalış fahişe, kalbin nerde? Liseyi bitirene kadar altı okul değiştirdim
Kendimi geliştirdim ve bu gerçek
Orospularından istediğin birini seç, seç ki
Ellerini çocukların üzerinden çek
Bu baskı moruk fazla bana 18 yaşında
Allah’ın cezası ben monarşinin başında
Sokaklar üstüme gelir susarım kaşınmam
Beef zaman kaybı anladım mümkünse karışmam
Bıraksam yayınlanıcak 300 şarkı kilerde
Umarım kaybederim yoksa şişer bi’ yerler
Ne o öyle şalvar gibi pantolonlar diyenler
Rapçilerin takımı büyük ondan bol giyerler
[Nakarat]
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar
[Verse 2]
Kaldığım yerden devam hayatıma
Gücüm yettikçe almıyorum duman
Arkana yaslar bu basslar sana bile fazla
Yapıcaklarımı yapanlar yolunda toslar
Dobes pier gibi, kümes büyük bi’ yer gibi
Herkes bana ayar gibi, takılanlar hıyar gibi
Gece sesimi duyar gibi, olduğundan uyar gibi
Yapıp deviriceksin, aklını yiyim senin
Çekimde korkusuzum ama film çekmiyorum
Filmlerde ben genelde sonlarda çakmıyorum
Kafam eğik bünye bitti fazla takmıyorum
Onlardan geri miyim ki donlardan çıkmıyorum
Moruk Özgü Namal yavru kedi kadar tatlı
Moruk benim rapim yani evim yedi katlı
Yer altında kral değilim isteyenin tahtı çünkü
Albümlerim dandik, çizik attım
[Nakarat]
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar
(Lan gardaş bu nasıl yara?)
(Lan gardaş bu nasıl yara?)
(Lan gardaş bu nasıl yara?)
(Lan gardaş bu nasıl yara?)
[Verse 3]
En cooluyla oturalım, vodka iste “Kaçlık?”
Jointe almayınca cebimde var harçlık
Maalesef ki memleketin her yerinde açlık
Çünkü politikacılarımız dünya kadar yaşlı
Sen değilsin benim varsa bu müziği aydını jön
Aklını kullansaydın bu durumda olmazdın
Salak mısın her şarkıda siyasetin hep gazdır
2002’deki ben gibi çaylaklar gazlı
West Coast ritimlere doğu yakası tarzı
Duygusal müziğe sert söz bu benim tarzım
Sürekli problem çıkartıyor bana ağzım
Ve ifade edemem bundan aldığım hazzı
[Nakarat]
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar
Akdeniz anemisi olur o kurt kan emici
Çok ondan hep itici kızlar bitirici
Azman Sansar geri gelir aslan
(Şşş!) Araban toslar

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Shotta Spence – White Collar Lyrics

Stop acting like you don’t bleed like me
We got the scene jump-jumpin
Now they wanna bite the Ear Drummers-
Like they name Mike Tyson
404 ridin
Grind out ’til I’m West Coast vibin
IPhone got money coming in
I can’t be white collar
Once I step in the building
All you broke boys gon’ start kneeling
Yup, got my money going up now
I got stacks inside my ceiling
I just stepped in the building kicking flavor for the children
Chain and my ring so bright I think my skin is gon’ start peeling
[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar
[Hook]
White collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South
[Verse 2]
Bang bang boogy lets see what you got
Four door benzo chopped off the top
Got a speeding ticket when I pulled it out the lot
Shawty I pull up to Barneys and be like
“excuse me, want ten of those” (ten)
Dealing with all of this business and bitches at once
It feel like I got tentacles
I’m at the Luxor hotel I feel like I’m in Cairo
Pull up to the roulette table, put it all on red I’m high rollin
Look who came to the party in that Bimmer with no ceiling
Once we step in the building all these bitches in they feelings
They asking how I did it when they see just how I’m living
Can’t be chasing women I’m to busy chasing illions
[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar
[Hook]
White Collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South [Intro]
Shotta
[Bridge]
Checks I’ve been cashing been looking like whoa
Check out my feet, you ain’t never seen those
Everyone’s stealing my sauce from my head to my toes
This looks familiar I been here before
Walking with Benjamins and they can’t fold
Only want chains if they 24 gold
Suddenly grown men be acting like hoes
Doing anything for a damn dollar
[Hook]
White Collar
I could never be, white collar
I will never fall down South
I been trippin out down South
[Verse 1]
Think I been drivin, 24 hours
Just one thing on my mind, almighty dollar
Why you tryna race when your tank on “E”?

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Dreamville – LamboTruck Lyrics

You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? I’m just tryna make a bag
I’ll be damned if I ain’t make a bag
Thinking slow, living fast
Nice guys finish last
West Coast, getting cash
Niggas think they balling, they done made a couple wads
Just a couple West niggas, we gon’ show you how to rob Play this song
[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those? You want these
Gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold
[Verse 2: REASON]
Yeah yeah, woah
Top Dawg with some Dreamers
Can’t believe it, you surprised, ‘prised
I been on the same shit, getting brain, I’m such a wise guy
Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don’t die die
I’m not just gonna slide on you, my nigga, we gon’ slide slide
Made a living staying posted like I’m Diesel, this no sequel
This that third times a charm and I been charming, Cozz been evil
You get clips, this hammer regal
Unexpected, there you have, it’s been affected
So ill, these words infectious
I don’t do ho shit, niggas so hopeless
I been on pro shit, this West Coast shit
We don’t negotiate with roaches
I keep it player, never need coaches
Never need towels, no teammate
Drink some Jamie, I can’t see straight
Cheese like Green Bay, roger that
New West niggas, me and Cozz been that
Good weed bring a nigga asthma back
Getting good bread, got my wallet stacked
Lately, been spinning like laundromats
Lately, I been seeing all kinds of black
Wait, look, I’m lying, look
Cozz, look, I done been broke too long
Nigga bills too long, can’t hide that, nigga
Cole just pulled up in a Lamborghini truck
On the homies and God, we should rob that nigga
[Verse 3: Cozz & REASON]
Rob that nigga? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
A lot of green, kind that can’t fold
What’s those? Yeah, rob that nigga
Look, Rob, my nigga
You could try, but Cole ain’t a thot, my nigga
Wait Cozz, I ain’t sayin’ he a thot, my nigga
Look, let me explain
We could tie Ib up
Throw him in the back of a Lamborghin’ truck
Cole do something, we could let a Glock squeeze up
Wait chill, ease up
I ain’t really trying to get involved, my nigga, look
We ain’t got the same father or mother, but that’s my brother
Can’t cross my nigga
Shit, well I’m Top Dawg, my nigga, so
I ain’t gotta pay a cost, my nigga
Your loss, my nigga, just don’t off that nigga
Shit, fuck it, I’ll stop
Look, let’s make a deal
While I go and rob Cole, you go rob Top
Cool
[Outro: REASON]
Picture me having what they told me I should have
I’ve been living off scraps, I done sold a couple packs
I been smoking potent, sippin’ slow, fuck you think I’m in it for? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can’t hold
Whole lot of green, kind that can’t fold
[Verse 1: Cozz]
Oh yeah
Lookin’ great but feeling bummy
I just ate, but still I’m hungry
I got something, but I ain’t nothing
Brother tummy isn’t chubby
Bills like nymphos, they keep coming
Always something, something, something
Copped some things but I ain’t fed
Dreams alive, my wallet dead
Pockets been bleeding
I got a reason to commit treason
But I’ma hit REASON and see what he think
About how he been treated at TDE
‘Cause I done been scheming
Schoolboy just dropped, give me the cue
I’m desperate enough to go do what it do
SZA done popped and y’all got Dot
I heard Jay Rock has been moving them units
Soul and Isaiah Rashad, boy, you niggas really at the top
Almost thought about popping a Glock
But a nigga ain’t stupid and I ain’t a shooter
But who really is until they provoked? Nigga, this hunger got me finna choke
Starting to think that this isn’t a joke
Gave up the liquor, I’m bringing the smoke
I talked to Bas, we fiending for more
A nigga done tried speaking to Cole
He be too busy but he be the bro
Shit, fuck it, I know how it go
So if I can’t get a response from my label
And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I’m able
[Chorus: Childish Major]
Ayy, what’s those?

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YG – Hard Bottoms & White Socks Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
I would like to welcome a special guest tonight
He go by the name of
Y’all know his name
He is a very important person of this little world of ours
Now I’ma let him take the stage
(This that real rap shit, ya bitch)
[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop
[Verse 1]
I’m the face of this shit, I’m the base of this shit
I was made for this shit, I got the taste for this shit
I’m tellin’ you
I’m not preachin’, I’m not Ma$e in this shit
I’m really West Side, I catch a case for this shit
Let the marathon continue, it’s not a race with this shit
And I ain’t even have no oldheads to lace me with shit
All my homies gang but now they changin’ and shit
I mean, it’s still gang gang but now they makin’ some chips
Ooh, I represent this shit to the T
I represent this shit like I do Bompton trees
This ain’t no smoke and mirror, nigga, fuck nicotine
Lookin’ like the West every time I hit the scene
Me and Mustard kept this shit lit, ooh
Pac ain’t the only motherfucker with the juice
Call Dre, call Snoop, call Game and Kendrick too
When you think about the West, it’s me and Nip, red and blue, nigga
[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop
[Verse 2]
I’m on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, on some thirsty shit
I want the recognition, clout chasin’
Whoever think different, I’ll diss ’em
They be tryna, tryna, tryna put me in a box
I be steady tryna tell these bitch niggas they not
They be tryna say I’m only urban, I say I’m pop
They be like, “How you figure that?” I say, “I’m hot,” bitch
I’m in the Lambo drop-top, bitch
I turn a good girl to a thot, bitch
We the reason that the strip club pop, bitch
I’m the face, yeah, I had to shoot my shot, bitch
Everybody wanna be Pac, I’m Suge
I’m bailin’ niggas out like I’m Suge
I’m slappin’ niggas up like I’m Suge
Set these rapper niggas up like I’m Suge
[Chorus]
Talkin’ ’bout the West Coast, I’m the face of it
Gangster in designer clothes, I’m the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I’m the face of it
I put on the bros, I’m the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I’m the face of it
Dissin’ all the opps, I’m the face of it
Hard bottoms, white socks, I’m the face of it
We gon’ do this one for hip-hop
[Verse 3]
I put my niggas on, now they lit
Pusha right at Interscope, Mustard rich
B-More run a label, you gotta meet with him
Gav and Charlie designed 4Hunnid, Nano writin’ hits
My bro on this shit, he up next
I feel good, I feel great, I feel blessed
Bad check, swag check, dad check, designer check
It ain’t nothin’ to remind you, check
I’m that nigga that wear that hard bottoms with the white socks
I’m the nigga that had Bompton there shootin’ videos on the block
I’m that young Piru, SuWoop gang, fly ass nigga
I’m the nigga, I’m the nigga, I’m the fuckin’ nigga
[Outro]
What did Drake say? “You don’t need no motherfuckin’ awards, you already won”
Bitch, I won
I won, bitch, tell me different, anybody
Cross the line if you feel different, nigga

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2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

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Foster The People – Worst Nites Lyrics

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Verse 1]
Startin’ it up after dark
Chasin’ thoughts, cruisin’ through Echo Park
Joined the vultures eatin’ paradise
Gettin’ tilted, yeah, we’ll pay the price (But ain’t it nice?)

[Pre-Chorus]
Never say, “Goodbye”, we say, “Hello”
Faded in the sunshine and the snow

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Break]

[Verse 2]
Skippin’ lines and brushin’ past the suits
Duckin’ pictures and droppin’ some truths
Now I’m gettin’ lost up in the Hills
But cruise the ’Gram and now I’m catchin’ feels
Is this for real?

[Pre-Chorus]
Never say, “Goodbye”, we say, “Hello”
Faded in the sunshine and the snow

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Break]

[Bridge]
Yeah, you know
It’s only in L.A
Yeah, uh huh
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Only in L.A
(La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la)

[Chorus]
All my worst nights are the best times
West Coast stealin’ all my shut-eye
All my worst nights are the good kind
High life filtered through the lo-fi

[Outro]
(Lo-fi, lo-fi)
Yeah, uh huh
Highs filtered through the low
You know, woo
High life filtered through the lo-fi

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Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

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LP – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been caged, I’ve been hounded, I’ve been hunted and tamed
I’m the outlaw of outside and ready to rage
I’m in search of the heart I can eat to renew me, yeah
And I’m dazzled by all of the things that undo me

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Verse 2]
Take my love, take my soul, you just take what you can
When we fuck now, it feels like you don’t understand
Tell you what, it don’t suck, and I need you right now, yeah
You’re the one that I want, so I won’t make a sound

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Bridge]
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do?

[Chorus]
Girls go wild on the West Coast
“Come on baby, let’s go”
That’s what she said
Sunshine brighter than blind love
It’s all in the name of the wild wild west

[Outro]
(It’s all in the name of the wild wild west)
I really love you
You know I really do
Whatever happens, I hope you’re happy too
I really love you
So what you wanna do

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Alex Sol – It Is Final lyrics

I
Ahah no more waking up early no racing cars
And sitting in highway traffic frowning
Put a smile on your face and celebrate
Get up and dance and have fun

II
It is final the last day of your life
You are waiting on this moment to come
After thirty-five years of service
It’s time to go it’s time to say goodbye

Chorus
Do you know where you are going
Do you have a solid plan
Take the train to the trans-Siberia
Or drive to the mountains of Carpathia
Make your dreams come true make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

You can ride your bike from the Northeast to the West Coast
Fly fishing in North Dakota
Ride your ATV in your Texas ranch all day
Make your dreams come true make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

III
Ahah It’s time to turn the leaf of time change the page
Ahah You can watch the sun go by everyday
Or drink your hunter by a shaded shore all day
Put your worries aside and celebrate
Get up and dance ‘cause time is your friend

Repeat Chorus

Take the train ride your bike
Ride the ATV fly fishing day and night
Make your dreams come true
Make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

Ahah Take the train ride your bike
Ahah Ride your ATV fly fishing day and night
Make your dreams come true
Make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

Ahah Take the train ride your bike
Ahah Ride your ATV fly fishing day and night
Make your dreams come true
Make your dreams come true
‘Cause time is your friend right now

(Repeat until fade)

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Andre – Go Home lyrics

INTRO
Man: “Andre Fellas,
Alot of people think your song
Kind of bring back alot of memories,
So what u got to say?”

ANDRE: “Oh yeah!
They keep asking the same questions all these years. But they aint never gonna set their eyes on me again.

VERSE 1 (Andre):
I told you I’ll be free at last, I got to find a place to breathe. For nobody cares you ‘re full of dreams. It’s so hard, to make it through, without consumed by the world goons. What can I do if it was true that I was playing fool?There’s still no love just the way it was. Even worst, no one to trust, only God can judge. We couldn’t run, so we kept dreaming if one day we could be free from this darkness. Fall asleep
They never ceased with this madness,
Pursue my dreams to my casket, God bless this little child from the closet who only asked, what could be worst for a nigga to die with so much dreams, full of energy the world can’t find,for at a time we were full of smile. But , everybody know I wasn’t satisfied
.
CHORUS:
Can’t you see,
I don’t want to be here,
Can’t you see,
I’m tired to be here,
Can’t you see,
I don’t want to be here,
Can’t you see,
I’m tired to be here,

Can’t you see,
I want to go home,
But girl, you never want to let go,
Can’t you see,
I want to go home,
But girl, you never want to let go,

VERSE2 (SSGRACE):
Picture the world, what do you see? I see cruelty..LYRICS MISSING

VERSE 3 (Andre):
Welcome home, I saw the stress that
My mama holds. We were black, so we
Were busted in this white house. Jealousy, they couldn’t proceed, so there was no peace. Smiling down, I still see tears of lost crown. One day we pray not to lose by our own rules. Nobody give a damn about you if you choose to
Lose. We broke the rules, to be famous, you got to be true. Recognizing my life was doomed, so I got to choose. Hey niggas don’t you be fooled, I sold my soul for food. Not knowing what else to
Do, they got me introduced. That was the day my life was doomed, but I never knew, ’cause the life was good, everything came so fast and good. It
Was true we left the hood, we forgot the rules. Hoping to find a better day, we became fools.

OUTRO (Andre talks):
My name is ANDRE FELLAS. And I want to give a shout-out to the Shakur’s family for their love and support. And to Dr Dre, Snoop D.O Doule G, and to all my folks back in LA. How y’all keeing up? It’s all good ’cause we got to stay true. West Coast, East Coast, we all living together now. God bless y’all.

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Davis Mallory – Dance With Me lyrics

My head gets caught in the moment, but my heart doesn’t know it, heart doesn’t know it
Somehow I’m lost in the lonely, but it’s too hard to show it, too hard to show it
Danse avec moi
Danse avec moi
Danse avec moi
Do I fall in?
Do I fall in?
Do I fall in?

I travel down the West Coast with sun on my shoulders, the sun’s on my shoulders
My heart’s a winding road but I can’t control it and nobody knows it
Do I fall in love?
Do I fall In love?
Do I fall in love?
Do I fall in?
Lo-o-o-o-ove
Do I fall in Love?

You are the one to open my eyes
And you are the one to make me think twice
And you are the one I want to spend my life with

You are the one, you’re looking so nice
When I’m with you I’m in paradise
Spending my days thinking about you baby

You are the one, I want to be with
You’re on my mind, I just can’t forget you
You are the one I’m going to spend my life with
Oh baby

Do I fall in?
Do I fall in Lo-o-o-o-o-ve?
Do I fall in?

Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I fall in love?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I? Do I?
Do I fall in?

Do I fall in Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ve?
Do I fall in?

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Flo Rida – Dancer

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, used ride on the metro
Had a dream of diamonds and stilettos
First class in Miami from the West Coast
Never wanted to be homecoming queen
Not just another girl in the strip club
Working hard, not a dollar’s gonna miss her
Big, big bags, I’m gonna tip her
Making sure she’s gonna come home with me

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a

[Verse 2]
It’s 3AM and we’re only getting started
In the cab on the way to your apartment
Tonight you made the killing cause you’re gorgeous
Yeah, we’re gonna have a hell of a time
Blew hunneds everywhere like a cartoon
Ooh baby, I can’t take my eyes off you
Give it to me like yo mamma never taught you
I’ll make it rain for the rest of your life

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
Oh, I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

[Bridge]
Nothing gets me going like when she put on a show
Ain’t ashamed to say it, I’ll let everybody know
You don’t have to say no words, you let your body speak
Baby I don’t care, no I don’t care

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

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Marshmello Goes Pop With Anne-Marie Collab “Friends” [LISTEN]

As promised, Marshmello is hitting us with some fresh new music this Friday!

We can’t file it into his usual “future bass” category, because Marsh gets out of his comfort zone and into the friends zone with this one. The alluring vocal coos of Anne-Marie and Ed Sheeran-like acoustic strums are sure signs from the get go that Marshmello is taking his production elsewhere.

As Anne-Marie takes the lead, Marshmello lays down a delicate yet assertive beat perfectly fit for the subject matter. “Friends” progresses, and Marsh has a field day experimenting with new sounds and ultimately coming up with a pretty sick pop track. He’s not afraid to get weird with it, layering elements reminiscent of early 2000’s West Coast hip hop, with an updated feel.

Go in with an open mind and you just might find “Friends” stuck in your head today!

Marshmello & Anne-Marie

Lyrics

[Intro: Anne-Marie]
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh
Oooh-oh, Oooh-woh

[Verse 1: Anne-Marie]
You say you love me, I say you crazy
We’re nothing more than friends
You’re not my lover, more like a brother
I known you since we were like ten, yeah

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[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it!
When you say you love me, that make me crazy
Here we go again

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Turning up at my door
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Haven’t we been here before?

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[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Here we go again

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Haven’t I made it?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I made it clear?)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I?)
Want me to spell it out for you? (to spell it out for you?)
F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Bridge: Anne-Marie]
F-R-I-EN-D-S
That’s how you f***** spell “friends”
F-R-I-EN-D-S
Get that shit inside your head
No, no, yeah, uh, ahh
F-R-I-EN-D-S
We’re just friends

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[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going nowhere without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Have I not made it obvious?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you? (yeah)
F-R-I-EN-D-S (I said F-R-I-EN-D-S)
Haven’t I made it obvious? (I made it very obvious)
Haven’t I made it clear? (I made it very clear)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-EN-D-S
F-R-I-EN-D-S

[Outro: Anne-Marie]
Ohhh-oh, ohhh-oh, ohhh,oh
Ahhh-oh, ahhh-oh, ahh-oh

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Katy Perry – California Gurls (Passion Pit Main Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Greetings, loved ones
Let’s take, take, take journey

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
I know a place where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be something in the water
Sipping gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees (undone)
The boys break their necks
Trying to creep a little sneak peek (at us)

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love, in love, in love, in love

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Sex (sex) on the beach
We don’t mind sand in our stilettos
We freak in my Jeep
Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo, oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg + Katy Perry]
Toned, tan, fit and ready
Turn it up cause it’s getting heavy
Wild, wild, West Coast
These are the girls I love the most
I mean the ones, I mean like she’s the one
Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns
(Uh!) The girl’s a freak
She drive a Jeep and live on the beach
I’m okay, I won’t play
I love the Bay just like I love L.A
Venice Beach and Palm Springs
Summertime is everything
Homeboys banging out
All that ass hanging out
Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis, no weenies
Just the king and a queenie
Katy, my lady (Yeah?)
Lookie here, baby (Uh-huh)
I’m all up on ya
‘Cause you representing California (Ooh ooh)

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Outro: Vocoder]
California, California girls
California, California girls

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Vance Joy – Saturday Sun (Lyric Video)

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost

[Verse 1]
So tired of sleepin’ alone
So tired of eatin’ alone
I need to ask her what’s goin’ on
Are we goin’ strong?
She fell at rest in her hair
My shoulder was the perfect height
We fit so right, so what’s goin’ on?
‘Cause I’ve been undone
The long drive, the coastline
Lookin’ out at first light
Am I still on her mind?
I’ve been undone

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ever lost

[Post-Chorus]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Verse 2]
And still the memory’s right there
She put the breeze in my hair
No kiss was softer, softer than this
I’m readin’ her lips, oh
Each line I read
She left her books in my bed
And her song in my head
I’ve been undone

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ever lost

[Post-Chorus]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Chorus]
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Out on the West Coast
I gotta get back, I can’t let this go
Oh, Saturday Sun
I met someone
Don’t care what it costs
No ray of sunlight’s ever lost
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Oh, Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
Lost, oh Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba
I met someone
Oh, Saturday Sun
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

[Outro]
Ba-ba, ba-ba
Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba

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Warm Brew – Stretch

[Intro]
These record labels don’t want artists to talk to each other
We get to talking too much, we just might put a union together (mmm)
And if we unionize, they can’t win no more (right)
Don’t you fools realize?

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 1: Tony London]
Yeah, feels like my eyes haven’t seen it
Been dreaming so hard ’til the day that I meet it
I’m greeted by the homies Warm Brew on the West Coast
Linked up with [?]
Just a humble nigga givin’ y’all the real shit
Life is more than just a nigga gettin’ hoes and riches
Yeah, difference between a boy and a man
You gotta get what you got and take what you can

[Verse 2: Manu Li]
Christ, for this shit all up in my life
Best case scenario my burials in near sight
Pessimist name [?]
[?] on the moon on shrooms
Mescaline, I’m masculine, I’m flexin’
You should be complying with the giant when he’s destined
The sparkle in my eyes, I really hope you shine
Big shot, Manu Li, it’s my time, I’mma start

[Verse 3: Omar Bunyan]
Five deep in the fourth seat, hard to watch it from the nose bleed
They say you wanna good girl then you should go to church
From what I heard now a days is where the hoes be
Side street, back seat, blowing OG
Tonight I’m chilling flow free like a cold breeze
I live my life and pay no mind to what these hoes need
For attention, go hard ’til the toes bleed

[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

[Verse 4: MENT Nelson ]
Even if I don’t want to, there’s nothing I won’t do, to prove I’m a friend
No matter the weather, I’m here for whatever, just say what it is
Cuz we all family, treat you like my closest kin
If we don;t know the score then how the hell we supposed to win

[Verse 5:]
I’ve got niggas my rolling with me, yeah we making a movement
Nelson taught me [?]
With Warm Brew, my whole crew, Superman, no phone booth
Never gotta change you hoes do, if a nigga want the funk then roll through
I got some partners that can never compare, we got some shit that flip your mind like that nigga foretell
All you niggas prepare, with my niggas making moves to a home in the Air, no doubt we rolling there

[Verse 6:]
Yeah then I’m about to go on strike with my niggas
From the weak and the whack that’s making tracks
Better take it back like a pimp in a ‘lac
Major monkey on a real bitch’s back
Makin’ money off hella sacks
Like I’m on fifth L put the money in the bag
Call a nigga up when you need some grass
Yea this motherfucking game ain’t (?)
And the partners I roll with play pop in the CD
I guarantee the head start bobbin’ and shakin’
You’ll like more then them hotdogs wrapped in bacon
From them (?) outside of the Staples Center
Man step on up if you thinking you a contender
To this ruggedly handsome playa that’s slim and slender
Yo’ bitch she want a union leader take it then I bend her, now go
[Hook]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too

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Cherry lambo – Evalyn lyrics

Lyrics Evalyn – Cherry lambo

I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
Wanna be king in a cherry Lambo
I wanna go hard, but I wanna lay low, I want it all
I want a boyfriend, but I wanna run free
Wanna be nasty, wanna be sweet
Want the West Coast with the little Wall Street, I want it all.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what you know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.

I wanna hop trains, wanna win the lotto
And buy my mama a sick condo
In my Chuck Taylors and my Tom Ford, I want it all
I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
We could be kings in a cherry Lambo
If you wanna hang tight or you wanna let go, we’ll have it all.

Got debt that we owe, f*ck what we know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Versuri-lyrics.info
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what I now
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.
Evalyn lyrics
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ASAP Ferg – East Coast Remix (feat. Busta Rhymes) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, (aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear, (aye) his bitch gon’ stare (aye)
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo!)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters on collins
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

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2Pac – Thug Style (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t from muhfuckin’ New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck ‘Pac that nigga West Coast
That fucker that always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain’t from the West Coast
Man fuck ‘Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain’t really down
Rapin’ ass nigga I didn’t do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga

I’m in this, motherfucker
I guess these muthafuckas tryin’ to take me out the business right
I guess I ain’t East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
And I ain’t West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
Fuck e’rybody

Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherfuckin’ police tryin’ to pull niggas over on this one
We takin’ this one to the whole ‘nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain’t dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin’ to hide ya hoes
I’m gettin’ high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin’ life like a G
In that artillery keepin’ niggas off of me
I can’t sleep livin’ in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see I’m stackin’ G’s and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain’t runnin’ with no punk crew be, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you’re in the danger zone
My fuckin’ game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin’ and bustin’ them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It’s like they stuck from makin’ niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind’s full of thoughts of ends
I’m still rollin’ my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin’ like the demon’s inside
Will ’em away in the mornin’, only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it’s goin’ down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin’ to Mr. Magic
Cuttin’ up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin’ words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin’ but truth
Halloween throwin’ eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G’s with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama’s cookin’, no school straight hookin’
And tryin’ to get with light skinned cause she good lookin’
And jumpin’ over turnstiles cause we ain’t payin’
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin’
I’m prayin’ I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style (my nigga scream)
Niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the mothafuckin’ cross, but my force was wild
Mothafuckin’ bitches

Swear y’all know nigga
Ever heard motherfucka say all in Kool-Aid know the flavor hahha
You mothafuckas all in my motherfuckin’ LP and don’t know the beat
This shit thuggish, fo’ life, I told y’all, it’s album three see
G sound, freestyle
Motherfuckin’ Young Thugs in this motherfucker

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King Chip – Headed West (Intro) Lyrics

We’re on that Cleveland shit
My nigga Chip
We takin’ it down in Cali
To the West Coast
We doin’ some different shit
That Clevelafornia shit

Yeah, takin’ off, Burke Lakefront, and landin’
Burbank, hoppin’ of the PJ, toastin’
Nigga never gave a fuck about the police
Roll through Inglewood, ro-ro-roastin’

Chip the motherfucking guy
We on that expensive shit
What y’all know about LA?
Niggas want come down to LA
Most of these niggas don’t survive
But come from Cleveland

My whole hood’s can roll
Nigga was poor, all he got a lil’ dough
Moved to the Left Coast
Rapping everywhere I go
Cleveland

You’re build to last
You’re build to last
We on that expensive shit

Cleveland, hoe

These niggas ain’t ready
They ‘bout to get this word, listen

St. Clair
I’m headed west
I’m headed west

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Dom Kennedy – California Lyrics

Aye Dom, so far I listened to your album
And I ain’t heard nothing you can post up and smoke a Black to

We don’t need you on this one
Ha ha, aye! Check it, aye!

Verse 1:
Y’all out of town niggas just don’t understand
We ain’t got the same mindset or the same plans
I done ran with my mans, instead of runnin’ to the man
Two shows back to back, got paid 50 grand
And a nigga like “damn, why you on ’em so tough”
Talkin’ that shit, cuz his bitch chose up
Tried to give her number in his face like “dammmmn,”
Then my nigga Jay 305 rolled up
PhreshCru attire, my niggas on fire
Them 15 inches wires, we put ’em on tires
Then roll up…pockets on swolla
Stand on Stockton, hearin’ choppas, not sober
Sometimes I feel like I’m still supposed to be there
And when I stop in the hood, I see Lil’ C there
I try to show them the hustle, instead of fortune and fame
It’s a mental battle now, I tell ’em put ’em on game
And niggas love how I do…
At the skatin’ rink, Girbaud down, Nike shoes
…Them hoes love how I do
Drinkin’ Hennessy on stage, House of Blues

Uh, cuz California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California

Verse 2:
Y’all out of town niggas just don’t understand
We ain’t got the same mindset or the same plans
I done ran with my mans, ‘stead of runnin’ to the man
Two shows back to back, got paid 50 grand
…I’m Dr. Dre to the streets
They wanna know when it’s gone release !
I tell ’em I do big thangs for you
Switch planes for you, got a nickname for you
C..A..L..I
A lot of girls fly to the West Coast cuz we here
Marquita from junior high ?, man I hope that she there
All my niggas gone bubble, tell yo homegirls come
All of ’em is in trouble, we don’t close ’til 1
Wake up at 1:30, In N Out ‘fore it close
Catch me in the drive thru, then spin out on these hoes
….Cuz they love how I do
Linked up with Big Von in the Bay, power moves

Uh, cuz California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas
California is for gangstas, California

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Quinn – Full Circle

(Prod. ayokay)

(Intro: fade in)
They’re in love
They’re in love

(Chorus 1)
Aye, aye, words that I say
Downtown the light’s out but we choose to stay
I don’t know where this may go
These strangers know all the words in my songs
I tell she lovin’ our style
Shit makes her face red wheneva I smile
I lay down, takes off her clothes
Wake up, I leave for the door

(Verse)
Tell myself I don’t need a drink
I got champagne iced in the sink
They keep callin’ me for the link
Music’s there, but then still I think
I need ya!
Aye, aye, words that I say
East Coast to West Coast, we rhymin’ all day
I really do mean what I say
New York City to LA
Got me feelin’ like oh, no, we bout to blow
We just lay down, 16 songs in a row
You been told, this time you should know
(Now to get your girlfriend in the mood)
(Here’s a lil number by Quinn)

(Chorus 2)
Hey, baby, come inside of my room
I need you to leave out all of that news
I need you by my love and it’s all
Because you love me!
You don’t want me outta your sight
But I can’t stay here all of these nights
You need me by your side
And it’s all because you love me

(Verse 2)
And the man starts speakin’
That’s the sound of the week-end
Left my problems to dry
I’m loungin’ all in the deep end
I can chose whenever I wanna sleep in
So tell me where to go
And they can start peepin’ songs off my new album
Shit ain’t even got a title
Just started singin’, already shit on yo iDles
Smilin’ back at me as they rotated on vinyls
Sun-shaded vibes fill up a room and bloom with my arrival

(Bridge x2)
Roll one up then you pull one out
5 am when we go to sleep
And I’ll be up and I’m feeling good
This is how it’s supposed to be

(Chorus 1)

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Cakes da Killa – New Phone (Who Dis) (Hedonism Album) letras

[Verse]
Really thought you was the Ken to my Barbie
I see I gotta dead you like Onika did Safaree
Quick to save face when we pumped through the lobby
Sucks that we couldn’t keep it buck, I’m sorry so…
Goodnight, booked flight, redeye on the West Coast
Promoters got my money so it’s on to the next show
All bark no bite, digging on my mental
Why you always fronting, keep it real it’s a essential
A smoking gun, razor blade on tongue
Mind games just for fun, should’ve hit it and run
Caught out on a limb, we should have kept it at done
Now I’m sitting in my feelings with my face on numb
Who’s that peeking in my window?
I guess they got the word out cause now your boy is single
I’ma hit the city up and I’m down to mingle
Player talking fly shit, I wonder what that mouth do

[Verse]
You think this shit is sweet like honey to a bee
I been attracting ballers and actors around me
I been here already, Jersey bred like Fetty
My come up is kinda steady so groupies be flocking heavy
The thirst is so cute, chickens up out the coop
They perched up on a roof just waiting on me to swoop
And here come my ex, he sitting there looking stressed
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like

[Interlude]
Yo it’s Cakes, if you got something sweet to say just leave your name and number after the beat, alright

[Pre-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?
New phone, who dis?

[Chorus (2x)]
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid

[Post-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?

[Verse]
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
High maintenance, very little patience
The moves I be making wipe the smiles off niggas faces
Gotta serve it up gutter keep him tied up like my laces
Keep a killer roster just to cover all my bases
Tummy getting flatter, ass getting fatter
Watch me serve it up, lil’ hex on a platter
And I’m blocking fools in my Gmail with the chatter
Watch me whip it up, top chef with the batter
New phone, who dis? Switch up my blueprints
Twist up my body on the ceiling leaving footprints
The best you ever had, had to re-up on some new shit
Feelings get you hurt coming at me on some rude shit

[Chorus]
New phone, who dis? Cutthroat ruthless
Don’t appreciate my love then I leave you looking stupid
You know how I do this, I switch up so clueless
Could catch me getting wasted doing jello shots with Cupid

[Post-Chorus]
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
He calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?
I’m moving on to the next, he calling and send a text like
New phone, who dis?

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NF – Warm Up letras

[Intro]
Yeah
Something for the fans
Yeah

[Verse]
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone
I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don’t
Please don’t bring up my issues unless you gon’ deal with your own
Please don’t try to pretend like you keep it real, though
Yeah it’s funny that you got a lotta money
But that money doesn’t buy you skills, though
I don’t care if I am on the billboards
On a killing spree
I’m about to kill more
Got a chain on
You paid a mill’ for
I mean what you people even live for?
I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (haha)
We just getting warmed up
Yeah, I said I was coming, I warned you
So close to the fans
I feel like they ride on my tour bus
You wanna know what I do in my downtime?
They come to my fortress
I apologize for all the corpses
It’s a mess right now
But I haven’t had time to put the rappers in the coffins
We ain’t talked in like six years
Why you writing me now?
I just turned 100k down
Just to keep the brand looking right, now (that’s real)
I ain’t bragging about the money
I’m just saying I ain’t controlled by the bank account
Or the bank amounts
I’m a business man
But don’t touch my money
I don’t play around
Lights out when the mics out
About to hit the West Coast
Hype crowds
I just put a record out
What you think I’m gonna pipe down?
Nah, I’ve been looking for a beat
Look what I found, woo
I mean everything is coming out of my mouth
Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain’t had the right sound
Oh, yeah, well
Tell me what you think now
Two records in the bag
I ain’t done, though
What’s coming next year?
Let me hear the drum roll
Don’t flow
Anybody wanna be the one to make an issue out of nothing?
Imma hit you with my iPhone
I know
I’m a little out of hand now
I ain’t looking for a handout
You didn’t like what I was doing last year
Which is funny ’cause you lookin’ like a fan now
Are you a fan now?
I kinda miss being broke
Now let me go back to my old days
When I used to walk into high school
And hand out my CD in hallways
I told all my teachers that I’d be a rapper
They smiled and looked at me, "Okay, that’s a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job."
"Mmm, no way."
Yeah I live what you dreamin’
I could do this while I’m sleepin’
I ain’t the type that will bring up your name for nothing
But please, don’t give me a reason
I’m on the edge now
I ain’t playin’ with you
Never really been a fan of takin’ pictures
I’m just being honest, yeah
I’ll take it with you
Shows sellin’ out
Better get your tickets, oh Lord!
I got a love for the fans
I can’t express what it feels like
Sometimes I wonder if it’s even real life
Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place
You know the glove is my birthplace
I don’t wanna be rude
But I could get you on my worst days
Say nothing for me
Do it all the time
Yeah they barely workin’ while I’m workin’ overtime
Last year they like, "Who am I?"
Now this year they like, "You the guy."
Here’s a little something for your car rides
If they said I fell off
They all lied
Yeah, you know the logo
Better recognize
Yeah it’s Real Music
‘Till the day we die
Yah!

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MC Eiht – Runn The Blocc (feat. Maylay) letras

[Intro: Young Maylay]

[Verse 1: Young Maylay]
Maylay shoot the shit since the youth that [?]
The big homies knew what fruit to pick, who was [?]
The missions for the [?]
Someone’s breakin’ and enterin’, others takin’, deliverin’, the caterin’, the kitchen men
The difference then, blacks owned hella houses
If you was snitchin’, wasn’t livin’ to tell about it
If you was right, we’d fight all day and night
But doing wrong, you on your own for life
I’m from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and canabis
Niggas can’t run from where the cameras is
Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright
Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites
We like lowriders, and [?] motorcycles
The wheels go psycho, with rifles like [?]
Tell em’ Eiht, it’s West Coast, till my eyes closed
With one shot, plus a blindfold

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine
I hop some fences
Now it’s a footchase, tryna dash for freedom
It’s money over everything, we don’t see ‘em
Fuck the census, since I was a lad, it was hood to under motherfucker I’m bad
Sad day, the homie got jacked
And shot in the process, yeah that’s wack
I get em’ on everything, we get back
Necessary be the time, yeah when shit crack
Community resources the source be
My income streak, and they come so regularly
The enemy come, so ya better be ready G
So, when I aim, better hold it steadily
Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land
Where it’s follow the rules or they reprimand
I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle
Compton for the hood’s what the fuck I stand for
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Hook]
I’m on the blocc, with a [?]
And a colt 45 like [?] got [?]
Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce
It’s all for the money, so a nigga could lose
Cuz, it was Nissan trucks
And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck
I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick
Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick
One shot, now it’s life upstate
The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate
Love for the hood
Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good
I hit the streets, right back in
One time’s on my coattails, niggas can’t win
That’s the motto, hustle hood rich
Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch
Compton forever, West the best [?], yeah keep it together
When it’s cruising down the street, in a lowrider
Eiht and Maylay, all day, Westsiders

[Outro]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Hood so deep, we got heat in [?]
Who runn the bloccs?
Who runn the bloccs?
Eiht and Maylay, all day, bust shots

[Outro: Young Maylay]

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O.T. Genasis – Im Out Here (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Rhythm & Bricks Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Came up on a lotta bread
Gotta slow down, I been gettin’ a lotta head
Still sellin’ cocaine
Girl goin’ through my phone, I ain’t storin’ no names
Catch me if you can, bitch
Word around town, I’m the man, bitch
Sellin’ all these grams, bitch
Gotta grip the money like I’m ’bout to eat a sandwich
‘Bout bring the Mazi out
Money dance, Imma bring the Ricky Bobby out
Life in the fast lane
Smoke weed, pop pills, drink a lotta champagne
Met a bad bitch on Thursday
Took the bitch down on Thursday
Now she callin’ my phone early
Oh you thirsty, damn girl, you thirsty

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out here stuntin’, out here hustlin’
Out here cuffin’ that bitch and she out here fuckin’
Out here thuggin’, out here puff a whole ounce
Tryna see that thing bounce, shake something
On the couch, yeah, break you off, yeah
Imma knock the pussy out, put it in her mouth, yeah
Fuck you mean, bitch, I’m out here
Don’t know where that pussy been so I ain’t goin’ down there
I got mushrooms in my lemonade
West Coast bitches gang bangin’
East Coast girls rollin’ Backwoods
My Down South girls love me cause I fuck ’em good
As you should

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here