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Future – EAT DAT UP Lyrics

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[Intro: Future & Lil Keed]
[?] bitch, eat that up (Eat that up, bitch)
Dripset, this is spill now (Yeah)
Real spill (What?)
Pipe it up
[Chorus: Future & Lil Keed]
4 to 5 watches, bitch, eat that up (Woah-woah)
And I’m thinking about retiring, bitch, eat that up (Woah-woah-woah)
And I got a Turbo Porsche, get that up (Woah-woah)
Called your baby mama ’bout to beat that up (Woah-woah-woah)
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my bitch dress in a [?], eat that up (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
Fuck your bitch on purpose, keep that up (Woah-woah)
Pussy niggas actin’ nervous, we gon’ eat that up (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
And my attitude the same (Woah-woah, woah-woah), yeah
Spent four millions on a chain (Oh-oh, woah-oh)
By the time this [?] gon’ be a millionnaire (Oh-oh, drip)
4 to 5 watches, bitch, eat that up
And I’m thinking about retiring, bitch, eat that up
And I got a Turbo Porsche, get that up
Called your baby mama ’bout to beat that up
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my bitch dress in a [?], eat that up
Fuck your bitch on purpose, keep that up
Pussy niggas actin’ nervous, we gon’ eat that up
[Verse: Lil Keed]
Keed talk to ’em
Yeah, I told her eat it up
Head hypnotic, [?], yeah
Boy you better bring more than that, we smoke shit up
Yeah, came from nothing, I came from the bottom so eat that up
Yeah, copped up the Bentley or the Lamb truck, she eat that up
Yeah, all gold, buss down cuban link like treasury
I just fucked this old thot, in Patterson new jersey
I can shoot at long range and the Glock [?]
I blow up like propane, and she wouldn’t even fuck me
Ooh, eat that up
Ooh, 2-25 on the dash
Ooh, eat that up
Ooh, I can’t crash
Ooh, I came with your hoe, bought her a trashbag
Ooh, pray for long life but just know I spazz, spazz, ooh
[Chorus: Future]
4 to 5 watches, bitch, eat that up
And I’m thinking about retiring, bitch, eat that up
And I got a Turbo Porsche, get that up
Called your baby mama ’bout to beat that up
Cartier and Hermes, eat that up
Make my bitch dress in a [?], eat that up
Fuck your bitch on purpose, keep that up
Pussy niggas actin’ nervous, we gon’ eat that up

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Billy Danze – He Aight Lyrics

Brenda and pastor
Maybe I should baseball bat him huh? Or [?] (Ooh)
This nigga shoulda been gone
Before his pen went warm
Now it’s caution
His momma shoulda had an abortion cause (He’s alright, but he’s not real)
[Chorus]
He’s alright, he’s alright
He’s alright, he’s alright (He’s alright, but he’s not real)
He’s alright, he’s alright
He’s alright, he’s alright (He’s alright, but he’s not real)
[Verse 3]
Be honest dog (He’s not Bill)
He ain’t on it like he goin’ for the kill (Chill)
I been had the shine if you highlight real
Every line is designed for the highlight reel
You don’t wanna see the O.G. it’s a bird box
Niggas leave with your snotbox leakin (Whoo)
I’m deeply rooted in the deep end (Yeah)
Real caliber, a nigga had to sneak in (Yeah)
All week tweakin, and this scary-ass nigga wouldn’t peep in (Yeah)
He only bout it on the weekend cause (He’s alright, but he’s not real) [Chorus]
He’s alright, he’s alright
He’s alright, he’s alright (He’s alright, but he’s not real)
He’s alright, he’s alright
He’s alright, he’s alright (He’s alright, but he’s not)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, you niggas ain’t got no position (No)
Your bark ain’t got no conviction (No)
The video in the slums, cute bitches with blunts
And a couple niggas with guns is not convincin’ (No)
I ain’t buyin’ this bullshit you pitchin’
You lightweight, I couldn’t see you as an opposition
605 poly protector, nigga I will disconnect ya (Boom)
Drop a pen on the gram, have your fans come collect ya (Damn)
Body parts everywhere, Hannibal Lecter
I’ll never be sure why they respect ya, cause (He’s alright, but he’s not real)
[Chorus]
He’s alright, he’s alright
He’s alright, he’s alright (He’s alright, but he’s not real)
He’s alright, he’s alright
He’s alright, he’s alright (He’s alright, but he’s not real)
[Verse 2]
You sold too much dope to be a rapper
And you feel you too real to be an actor (Ooh, gottem)
In the bottom you a non-factor
I ain’t got the patience for you faggot bastards
I walk up and open-hand slap ya
Right in front of Ms.

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Moneybagg Yo – Real Luv Lyrics (feat. Summer Walker)

Slide closer
Good girl, but you the baddest, bipolar
Knew what you was ready to do on the ride over
She know I’m not high, so she waited and came sober
Moanin’ so loud, make the neighbors wanna vacate
This some real pressure I’m applyin’, I don’t play-play
Long stroke her slow and then fast, straight A
Next time bring another bitch, three-way
She prefer me raw, but I ain’t shootin’ up the club
If I hit it missionary, then you know it’s real love
Like it when I’m rough, want aggression from a thug
Came from the bottom ’cause we started on the rug
I can’t beat around the bush, gotta tell her how it is
Keep it 1K, show me who you really is
Lockin’ up when I hit that spot that’s right between your rear
From the back, got you bustin’ back to back like hollow tips
Brrt, brrt
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Real good, real crime, real time (Yeah)
But it’s real love, real fun, real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud (Yeah)
But it’s real good (Yeah, yeah), real love, real love, yeah
[Outro: Summer Walker]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah (Baby) [Intro]
808 Mafia
Oh, oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh, oh, baby
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Real good, real crime, real time (Yeah)
But it’s real love, real fun, real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud (Yeah)
But it’s real good (Yeah, yeah), real love, real love, yeah
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo & Summer Walker]
Let me be your getaway (Yeah)
Feel like a dream but we still awake (Yeah)
Never got to say what you wanna do and where you want it at (Good)
I was finna do it anyway, I’m on the way
Rich sex, penthouse, top floor and me, with me, with me
You know you my personal, do it all versatile
Ring around the rosie, now we goin’ circular
Love it when she tell me I’m her daddy like I birthed her
Make me make a song about it, eight-bar verse though
Swear she me, got her talkin’ like a nigga
Look like somebody drew her, got the perfect figure
Havin’ an attitude mean you really wanna beef up
Talkin’ shit through the phone when I pull up and I freeze up (Maybe it ain’t right)
It feel too good to be wrong (Baby, I know)
It’s real love when you fallin’ asleep on the phone (I, I)
It blow my mind ’cause I’m gone, but still hearin’ you moan (Yeah)
Got me where you want me, I can’t leave you alone (Yeah)
[Chorus: Summer Walker]
Real good, real crime, real time (Yeah)
But it’s real love, real fun, real love
Real hood, real wild, real loud (Yeah)
But it’s real good (Yeah, yeah), real love, real love, yeah
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Why you sittin’ way over there?

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Future & Young Thug – 10 Years Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Ayy, guess what I been doin’? Hold on, I’ma put you down as soon as the beat drop (Yeah)
Right here
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been poppin’ pills 10 years consistently
Breakin’ all the rules, won’t give ’em decency
She said fuck her soft, give her some decency
I bought 20 tabs on the regular (Yeah)
Real street nigga but I ain’t regular (Yeah)
Drinkin’ on lean, Lord of the Rings, ga-ga-gasoline (On God)
Baddies on my schedule, my bitch say “Sir, yes sir”
[Chorus: Young Thug, Future & Both]
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years, consistency (Syrup)
I been poppin’ beans 10 years, consistency (That syrup)
Bend that bitch right over like I’m Hercules (Ooh)
I been drinkin’ lean consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Future]
Ooh, my ice stay [?]
Woah, I’m strapped like [?]
Whole lot of jewels, ooh, a whole lot of jewels, ooh, ooh (On god)
Re-up, T up the cash with my feet up (Yeah), oh
Put a whole pint in a 16 liter, ooh
[?], we was in our worst [?]
Pull up [?], nigga make it squirt off
Hold up, they could never touch us
They could never search us, geeked off acid (Acid)
Hold up, they never approached us
They never robbed us, hold up, they cappin’ (Brrr)
I done got too geeked up, I done start talkin’ to myself, I’m ahead of myself
[Chorus: Young Thug, Future & Both]
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I turned the Bentley to cream
Spray a nigga with the [?]
I, I been drinkin’ purple lean
Mix it with a lil’ codeine
Panoramic (Yeah)
I heard you ratted
They’ll turn off on all of your partners
I cannot [?] Gucci [?]
I saw you through Gucci binoculars
I blowed off the roof with no chopper
Extended clip for the rasta
Devilish chain for a rockstar
I made the gang in a roster
Red and blue flags like a cop car
You know they gon’ move if I come
I pass all the swoo to my partners
I pass all the swoo to my partners
You pull your pants down and get caught
You play with my shit, you’ll get popped
I didn’t fuck your bitch, I got top
Your bitch with my dawg, she gettin’ tossed
I done made myself a big boss
Syracuse diamonds cost a loft
36 tick-tocks, Gunna Gunna crip walk
12 chains spaced out
Fucked her at [?] (Woo)
I’m a gangster, got big nuts (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta push it up (Woo)
I ain’t callin’ none of this luck
In Slime We Trust
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & Future & Both]
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been poppin’ pills 10 years consistently
Breakin’ all the rules, won’t give ’em decency
She said fuck her soft, give her some decency
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently
I been drinkin’ lean 10 years consistently (Ayy)