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Illmaculate & Onlyone – Only & Ill Lyrics

Yea, yea take that
Now I don’t mind cause I don’t have it
Let me invite you to my psychopathic mind of madness
I’m trying harder to die a martyr
I don’t like techno, but I’m a Prodigy and a Fire starter
The riot sparker, barbed wire lion heart
The heckler heckles, the suppressor is the silent partner
I heard all that shit, how could you say that? We go way back
You hungry then we know how you feel. We go way back
Feel like it’s Ghost in the Shell, get your brain hacked
I took the black box and survived the plane crash
I take dabs and I taste wax ’till I face plant
When I splash thoughts a tidal wave pass
In a straight jacket I lay flat on the train tracks
This Monsters, Inc
The last of the monsters after the monsters have all gone extinct
This Only & Ill, Ghost in the Shell
I could past the mag send the police to hell (Yea!)
Yea I know how you feel, no love for them
And anyone that owes me or showed me an L
We rollin’ up me some clones then the homie can help (bitch)
Know by the smell that he’s growin’ it well, it’s potent
Lurkin’ the city, herbal and sticky, blaze that
Make a Nissan swerve like a Bentley or Maybach
I used to practice recording my songs on the 8-track
Bloody floor, buncha f**kin’ heads in the Maytag
Holy ghost, I’ll cut ya’ll face with the stain glass
What you know about Only & Ill? Uhhh…
Uhhh…
Uh-Huh…
[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
What you know about Only & Ill? I take a piss where your motherf**kin’ grave at
You beef with me? Just wanna say that
You hustle then we know how you feel
Between your goals and your bills
Know where the bank at, face mask, safe cracked
Meaningless violence with reason behind it
Throw a Molotov cocktail party for media bias and thought control
Assassinations and the secrets that die with ’em
Witness the fall of giants like dominoes
Old man Rothschild, broke ass dropout
Cold cash and more bullets than Homeland, stockpiled
This ain’t a Kodak, we ’bout to load that, pop rounds
f**k where the sniper scope’s at, roll past, top down
They got something personal with me
I smoke a lot, big, this is all personal with me
I won’t put down my luggage, I don’t push pounds in public
Don’t put out my blunt tip, I got Kush clouded judgment
All I care about is who to body, what leagues payin’
Think I’m playin’ then you are probably freebasin’
All they talk about is Illuminati and freemasons
I’ll do a Molly my crew’ll honestly cremate ’em
[Verse 3: OnlyOne & Illmaculate]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
Keep your emotions to yourself, we don’t play that
I plant a bomb where the KKK at
Where’s my AK at? Ten years, I await that
Show up where you stay at like, “Surprise, payback.”
You just been abducted to hell by a spacecraft
And you can go f**k yourself if you hate that
[Verse 2: Illmaculate & OnlyOne]
What you know about Only & Ill? With your fake ass

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Neutro Shorty – Jeke Flex Lyrics

[Letra de “Jeke Flex”]
[Coro]
Osama Bin Laden, tengo un adén como Osama Bin Laden (hey)
AK’s y fales, mis letras son como bombas nucleares (hey)
Billetes caen como si fueran aviones del cielo (fiuuu)
Soy el enemigo público, el terror de los raperos (hey)
Osama Bin Laden
Todos me buscan, no pueden hallarme (Bin Laden)
Dile a tu novia que se quede quieta
Que ya no me llame (que ya no me llame, hey-hey)
Osama Bin Laden, tengo el control hijo, yo soy el father (hey)
No choques ni te resbales, si no sabes lo que sale (wui)
[Verso 1]
George Bush no me vio entrar por el cielo (hey)
No creyeron y las Torres se cayeron (hey)
Thug shit, día a día más certero (jejeje)
Tengo dos amigos, el joyero y el banquero (hey)
Mírame ahora la face (hey)
No tengo aspecto de un rey (no)
Pero sigo siendo el feo que aman las babies y odia la ley (yeh)
Mal ejemplo un carajo, ‘toy saliendo de abajo (no)
Yo sólo hago mi trabajo, cuento dinero mientras me relajo (hey)
Osama Bin Laden, en la montaña tengo mi hospedaje, hey (brrr)
Me muevo en medio de la niebla
No saben si muero y temen dispara’me, hey (brrr)
Osama Bin Laden, estoy a tu lado armado y no lo sabes
Ahora bebe jarabe, a tu novia en la boca no le cabe, hey
Soy como el puto Bin Laden (hey)
Empecé con el petróleo (ouh)
Pero terminé aterrando al mundo
Y todo eso fue a causa del odio (grrr)
No me acostumbro a los lujos
Las prendas las lanzo borracho en conciertos (ay)
Tengo enemigos ocultos, sólo por llamarme Neutro (yeh)
Es que soy un movimiento, soy el líder de un estilo de vida (hey)
Llamado Thug Shit, una religión que fue creada en Artigas (ouh)
Ese es mi barrio pa’l que no lo sabe, al oeste de Caracas (yeh)
Y si aún canto del barrio es porque la malicia nadie me la saca (brrr)
[Coro]
Osama Bin Laden, tengo un adén como Osama Bin Laden (hey)
AK’s y fales, mis letras son como bombas nucleares (hey-hey)
Billetes caen como si fueran aviones del cielo (fiuuu, mmm)
Soy el enemigo público, el terror de los raperos (hey)
Osama Bin Laden, todos me buscan, no pueden hallarme (hey)
Dile a tu novia que se quede quieta y que ya no me llame (pam)
Osama Bin Lade, tengo el control hijo, yo soy el father (yeh)
No choques ni te resbales, si no sabes lo que sale (hey)
[Verso 2]
Muy fácil es hablar mierda, difícil llegar a esto (yeh)
Lograr en tan poco tiempo
Lo que en tanto tiempo nunca logró el resto
Si yo gano no es porque yo quiera
Es porque a la gente sí le gusta esto (yeh)
Y no compito contra otros raperos (no)
No están al level para ser modesto (no)
A veces quisiera cantar lo romántico
Y prácticamente es un ácido
Que derrite lento el corazón
Porque sé que no siento amor por algo básico (hey)
Sexo, dinero y lujuria (hey)
Son tres cosas pasajeras (yeh)
No importa cuánto hagas bulla (no)
Igual la muerte te espera (jajaja)
Haz una hazaña sin máscara y notarás que la gente igual hablará
Sólo me interesa facturar, húndanse ustedes allá en su farándula
Sólo el que piensa matrícula
Y el que círcula en el carril correcto
No te la tires de guapo (no)
Porque los guapos ‘tán muertos (yeh)
Baby ya sabes quién soy
Pronto seré más caro que el Roll Royce
Se toca y me tira por voice
Me lo mama mientras fumo un joint (oh)
TrapMoney es mi compañía
Y me meo en todos (me meo en todos)
Los Vatos Inc es mi familia (ah)
Hasta que me encuentre bajo el lodo (yeh-yeh)

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Tali Goya – Sicario Lyrics

[Letra de “Sicario”]
[Intro]
(J-Yes en el beat)
Me suena el celular
Esa vaina me activa, dicen que yo me vo’a buscar
Si me llevo una vida eso a mí no me suena mal
Dime qué tal, ¿Quién es fulano de tal? ¿Si no lo hago cómo vo’a comer?, ¿Si no lo hago cómo vo’a comer? [Verso 1]
Par de palos cojos los compre, -e-eh
El chipete se activa, la jalo, to’ el mundo a correr, -e-er
Con la mano pa’ arriba
Toma fuego, toma balas, to’as saliendo de un Impala
Tanta Perco, tanta Xanax, tú no vuelve a ver el mañana
‘Tamo vestido de negro, to’ montados, no’ endógamo pa’ romper
Me concentro, ¿Cómo entro?, ¿Cómo lo hago?, ¿Cómo se lo vo’a coje? Esta hambre que yo tengo, soy realengo, tú lo que te va a joder
En el piso va a haber tiza, yo me muero de la risa
El día que tú te muera agarramos los rifles y baleamos tu misa
[Coro]
Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sè lo que hago so no llores por mí
[Verso 2]
Un tolete de alto grado, yo he mata’o por par de gramo’, qué lo que
Cada cuerpo una tarifa, quitando cabeza fue que me busque
Yo me fui pero yo regrese, yo me fui pero yo regrese
Vi que esta vaina no tenía dueño, saque el AK y de esto me adueñe
Yo termino de darte lo tuyo, sólo con yo darte un balazo en la cara
El corazón mío ya no lo puede sentir (no), yo no siento nada
Quieren ver como es que yo lo hago
Quieren ver como los apago
Si es de matar soy un mago
Me apuntan el de’o porque soy el malo
[Coro]
Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sè lo que hago so no llores por mí No importa que fue lo que hizo mal
Dame detalles, ¿Cómo lo puedo encontrar?

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Tali Goya – No Quiero Fama Lyrics

Pa’ darles champaña, queso con salami
Hacerle un tsunami, seguir celebrando
Porque estamo desafari—
[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no)
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah) Dime a ver-la, y ahora prendele vela’
Yo me busco y no e’ muela, tu jevita me cela
Con dos Perco la pela, le rompo la habichuela
No me venga’ diciendo que tiene, que aquí yo también tiro tela
Yo lo hago por los kileros, 24-7 atrás del dinero
Si hay una vuelta yo soy el primero en sacarle la ‘tola y hacer el huidero’
Yo no me apecho, porque tú eres un cuero
Esperando que yo me duerma pa’ dejarme encuero
No soy un palomo, pa’ serte sincero
De nada soy yo el que tumba primero, ey
[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no)
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verso 2: Ñengo Flow]
Dinero-Dinero, kilero-kilero
Yo tengo el sello del polvo ligero
Haciendo negocios por el mundo entero
Hay muchas reunione’ con los traquetero’
Veneno que eleva, lo llaman petróleo del blanco
Muevo las piezas y pa’l banco, siempre tengo ready el barco
En el hueco ando con diez, joseando pa’ lo mío
En to’ los caserío’, vendiendo queso frío
Cabró, yo no fío, los fantasma’ están podrí’o
Nebuleo al que se me pegan cerca, saben que se van parti’o
Y con un AK, se le queda en la cintura y no la sacan (Prrr)
Cuando los demonios del Real G atacan (Real G4 Life, baby)
O llegan en bote’ envueltos en goma
Pa’ que no se mojen y crucen la loma
Doscientos y doscientos, llegó la corona
Puro sin la toza’, una azúcar cabrona (Turn Me Up)
Dímelo Tali, ¿dónde están las mamis? [Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no; Jamz Turn Me Up)
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verso 1: Tali Goya]
‘Toy en el joseo, y tengo cuarto por si se me tiran los feo’ (Yeah)
Dizque son rebe’ y yo no les creo (No), si caen preso empieza el choteo
Me ajunte con mi coro, me metí dos Molly y ahora empezó el nebuleo
Y a ti te backeo’, y esperamo’ el perfecto momento pa’ hace’ un tiroteo (¡Pa-pa!)
A mi AK le doy de’o (Ah), a tu cuero le doy de’o (Ah)
En mi coro lo que hay e’ pila de tigers, ninguno somo’ fariseo (Yeah)
Soy una estrella y no de Galileo, cuando le rompo el culo le saco los peo’
Los kilos me llegan en el correo, los Bori’ los pichan y yo los beteo
Y a mí no me pongan un de’o (Prr), a tu jeva le hago un picoteo
La ponemo’ en cuatro y le hacemo’ un torneo, le doy con la pierna de Shaquille O’Neal
Ey, ahora que estoy encendi’o, ‘toy pa’ cuarto’, na’ más pa’ lo mío
A mí no me joda’, evitate un lío, que fácil te pico y te dejo en el frío (Ah)
¿Qué lo que? [Letra de “No Quiero Fama”]
[Intro: Tali Goya]
Ah
Yeah
Aha-ah, aha-ah
Gang shit (Gang, gang, gang)
Turn Me Up!

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Tali Goya – Ha Ha Ha Lyrics

Ey (ey, ey, ey..)
Aah! ¿Qué fue? El Rey—
Tiger Gang
El Rey—
Gang
Del Norte
Gang
Que burla
Tiger Gang
Que burla
The Reason
Que burla [Verso 1]
Rulay (rulay)
Te tengo un cuero llamada Sulay, ah ah (Sulay, Sulay)
El mío le cabe, soy su size, ah
Yo le di primero, después el compai’, way, way, way (traga)
Lo mío no es hablar, lo mío es acción (no) (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Primer Impacto, Univisión (muerto)
A mí no me hablen de unión (no, no)
Unidos están mis granos, Welinton Quiw El Campeón, ve’ (un corito sano)
Son peón, la mayoria son peón (krr)
‘Toy harto de la hipocresía, harto del mamón (mamaguebo)
Ellos me tiran, después me miran (ajá, ajá, ajá)
Cuando saco la AK de una vez dicen que admiran (¡patrón!)
Okay, pila de violencia por tu Waze (¡Goya!)
Me muevo con los kilo como el mismo [Hathaway?] (skrt, skrt)
Wey, queremos el shipping, no papita ‘e Lays (ring)
Ponteme de fresco y te ponemos a ti en tu place (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Sí, se me viraron (se doblaron)
Y al mismo tiempo to’ se retiraron (ajá, ajá, ajá, ajá)
Yo ‘toy Gucci, mascara Louis (Louis)
La cabeza ‘e mi ñema se parece a Stewie, ah (Stewie!)
[Coro]
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
[Verso 2]
Burla’o, pa’ darle a la gorda de Bulin, ah (la gorda)
Sacale y montala en el trampolín (skrt, skrt)
¡Es mi bimbín!, tú eres el final, yo soy el fin (yo soy el fin)
Soy un nasty nigga, pero siempre bajo clean, cling-pling (¿qué lo que?)
El Rolly forra’o en diamantes bajo el agua, swim (nada)
This is cut, esas son las rocas flow delfín (cling-pling)
Yo me busco, palomito, tú te buscas chin (chin)
Chong (Chong), Maka (Maka), Haya (Haya)
Y a los que me tiren quiero que al mes to’ se caigan (caigan)
Vaya men, mira como tú la mascate (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Yo he guerra’o con demonios, yo ‘toy ready pa’l combate (¿qué fue?)
Ate, pa’ que vea, ustedes me tripean (ha ha ha)
Si yo saco una AK, de una vez to’ se me mean (krra, krra)
Los pongo a mimi’ y que mamen
Saco la correa, pau pau, (rrra, rrra) (psh psh)
Goya
[Coro]
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
[Outro]
Goya! Letra de “Ha Ha Ha”[Intro]
Aah!

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Mir Fontane – Money Bag Lyrics

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
[Verse 1]
If you got a dream, you better chase that
They been sleepin’ on the kid but I don’t take naps
She see the rapper, now shawty wanna taste that
Yeah, long hair don’t care like I’m A$AP
Bitch, get off my line I’m on the f**king road
I live my life like every day’s another episode
Niggas hate but want a ticket to my shows, yeah
I see right through you like Rihanna clothes
If yo’ bitch a snack, my bitch a full plate
I done made it out the hood without a cell mate
Still tryna move my brodie out the trap house
Movin’ so much weight he almost blew his back out
She gon’ keep throwin’ that ass if I throw cash out
Cause I’m the only rapper only spittin’ facts out
And I still sit around the house wit’ all my chains on
Cause I ain’t ever goin’ back to where I came from
[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
[Verse 2]
Damn, what’s the problem? Tell me how I did all of this without a album
Young nigga speaking for a couple thousand
Keep the circle small, you see how they did Malcolm
Get yo’ paper, get yo’ paper, get yo’ money
I did it my way, they can’t take nothin’ from me
I know they wish that I was ashy, broke, and bummy
Cause now I’m probably in they Women Crush tummy
Ayi-yi-yi-yi, Why does everybody die growing up on this side? Got gorillas in a Jag with AK’s on they thighs
If it’s beef, bullets long as French fries
You can catch a super size, yeah super size
City of the lost, hope you make it out alive
See my brodie caught a body and he got a couple priors
They only caught ‘em cause he dropped the Cannon like Mariah
[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

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Quavo – Practice Makes Perfect Lyrics

[Intro]
Baby
Y’said practice makes perfect
Baby
[?] worth it
Baby
What I say is worth it
Baby
You say practice makes perfect
[Chorus]
Practice make perfect, okay (Okay, okay)
When I tell ya somethin’, it’s worth it, okay (Ay, you know that it’s worth it)
I been wantin’ from the start (Start)
Young nigga workin’ hard (Hard)
Made me want to swear to God (Swear to God)
Made me put it on my mom (Mama)
Ay, I walk around with a whole bag, F&N it’s plastic (F&N, rraow)
I woke up my bitch with a brand new bag, she didn’t even ask me (My bad bitch, ay)
Scotty too hotty, give sloppy toppy, ooh yeah it’s nasty (She nasty, ooh)
Now we flyin’ over Atlantic [?], we landin’ (Go)
[Verse]
Wake up (Wake up)
Wake up (Ay bae, ay)
Wake up
Wake up and beat her face like I do make-up
She love a young nigga, a modern-day playa (Playa)
Pay up (Cash), pay up (Pay me, yeah)
Pay up
Front and backend, come on wit’ it, yeah pay up (Money)
If you don’t got it we put an AK up (Grraow, ay)
I came from kicking doors (Kick doors, yah, ay, huh)
Now we selling out shows (Sell out, yah, ay)
Big bankroll [?], no
A savage, I’m havin’, you know that I’m trappin’, I might serve a fan at my shows
Trap, fish scale (fish scale)
All season (Yep)
I’m walkin’ straight out of the jeweler, I got my watches from Geneva (Shine)
Cocaina (Coca), got his nose bleeding (Nose)
The work came from Cuba
The work came from Cuba
Castro I need him
[Chorus]
Practice make perfect, okay (Okay, okay)
When I tell ya somethin’, it’s worth it, okay (Ay, you know that it’s worth it)
I been wantin’ from the start (Start)
Young nigga workin’ hard (Hard)
Made me want to swear to God (Swear to God)
Made me put it on my mom (Mama)
Ay, I walk around with a whole bag, F&N it’s plastic (F&N, rraow)
I woke up my bitch with a brand new bag, she didn’t even ask me (My bad bitch, ay)
Scotty too hotty, give sloppy toppy, ooh yeah it’s nasty (She nasty, ooh)
Now we flyin’ over Atlantic [?], we landin’ (Go)

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Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics (feat. Lil Duke)

[Intro: Young Thug & Quavo]
DJ Durel
Yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see me, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been in Trestletree and I just been boolin’ it (I’m in the opp’s hood)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never f**k her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too f**kin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
f**k her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)
[Outro: Young Thug]
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

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Jeezy – Oh Yea Lyrics

Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game? Why the nigga sell cocaine? Why his AK got a drum on it? Oh yeah Why the nigga sell cocaine? Multi-milli’
But we still movin’ like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M’s up, nigga
Huh, Snow
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him? You already know what this shit is, nigga (Oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you gon’ go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Rolex before the record deal (Swear to God, nigga)
Traphouse did five mil’
Why these niggas don’t like me? Why his AK got a drum on it? And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game? Play this song
[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what’s up? Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin’ like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin’ like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the TEC? I can’t tell
He readin’ them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the feds
Say he ’bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin’ ’bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I’m down there I’m really, really good
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him? Oh yeah
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (Goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood? Uh, uh
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him? Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood? Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? Why the nigga sell cocaine? Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game? Why his AK got a drum on it? Oh yeah
[Interlude: Jeezy]
What’s up? And hang with niggas up to no good? Why his AK got a drum on it? Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit ’em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can’t live without it (What’s up?)
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him? Yeah
Why he got a gun on him? Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game? Why the nigga sell cocaine? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood? And hang with niggas up to no good? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?

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Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin

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The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
(?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)
[Hook : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price
[Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit
[Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

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The Underachievers – Tokyo Drift Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
No I don’t copy no waves
I surf on your chick while you take her on dates
I ain’t tryna slay, fuck minimum wage
We stole all the bases my nigga we safe
Keeping the grip hid it next to the waist
Kill for my niggas don’t care bout the cage
Shorty was with it don’t care what I say
She know I’m a G and she fuck with the gang (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga the coldest mack, got chicks on my almanac (Yeah, yeah)
Smoke out the cul de sac, she blitzing the quarterback (Yeah)
Never was friendly I’m straight
Nigga a lame see the hate in his face
Real ones salute all the fake can’t relate
You blowin the boof now she hit like its laced
Screaming shoutout to my niggas we safe
Look at my phone got hoes on the way
Switchin’ my lane still up for debate
Leaving the rest for my niggas to take (Facts)
I’m a superwinner with no cape
I plow a nigga down he get in the way
I roll another pound I’m liftin’ away
She top me off in whip ain’t no time to waste
[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away
[Verse 2 : AKTHESAVIOR]
I blow the finest, only ride designer
She wanna cut so I name her katana
Live out my luggage fly like I departed
The niggas I’m with been the same since I started
AK the illest I’m just being honest
High like a pillar when I hit the chronic
I got the knowledge and turn it to power and now they say I’m ‘luminati, She got them niggas to make a deposit they layin’
We catching a body, Ain’t got no limit I’m bout it when figures is piling my niggas is down to get rowdy
Gemini I be impatient, I need a payment
Ain’t no way to get around it
Nigga you not on my wavelength, I been up training
Like Piccalo in the moutains
Green in my eyes but I don’t wear a scouter
Look at her nose its still got a lil powder
Give me that mouth and she swallow the chowder
Tell her goodnight and I pray for her father
All on my own so I don’t owe you nada
I’m in disguise when I’m rocking that prada
Been an Amiri you niggas just follow
I’m a trendsetter my style never borrowed
[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away, Uh yeah

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Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

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Belly – Numbers Lyrics

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Verse 1: Belly]
I’m a pipe her like Rowdy
Free Max, free Bobby
Get Whoopty on the phone
He’ll know what to do with the body (death)
Set Persiles on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house
Too many fake waves
It’s a real drought
I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout
Fuck your two cents
You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
Earned it all it was never luck
Millionaire with the semi-tuck
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake shit, it was never love
And really fuck it if it really was

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Post Chorus]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I just counted five million dollar cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that’s the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye
Plank, play dead sit him up, aye
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
Bitches act thirsty so we fill em’ up
Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game)
Ain’t none these niggas real as us (ain’t none these niggas, none these niggas)
Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap)
Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck)
Then I’ma hit em’ up
I used to be a stick em’ up
Black hoodie with the ski mask
When you see me nigga get em’ up (you know what it is)
I’m a dope boy cause I sold dope, boy
You ain’t no plug cause you owe one boy
You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one boy
If you say you got M’s then show one boy
Just bought the Patek the one with no ice
Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights

[Outro: Belly]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

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Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fetty Wap – Look At Me Lyrics

[Intro]
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (cash)
What do you say?
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (when you look at me)
What do you say?
I do this everyday baby, I can tell by your face that you came to play, baby
Yeah-ah

[Chorus 1]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
I can spend this money on a diamond if you let me, yeah
I be getting money all the time, come and check me, yeah

[Bridge]
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine
I’ll never let a nigga waste your time
I can spend this money on a [?]

[Chorus 2]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
Baby won’t you hop up in my ride (skrrt, skrrt)
I’m about to pull up, be outside (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse]
What do you say? I do this everyday, baby (yeah, baby)
I love to see your pretty face, baby
I love it how you move the waist, baby, ayy
And I love the way you taste, baby
Baby if you were to pick a car [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
And I love your face, your eyes, your style
Baby, if you were to vacay pick an island
I’m ballin’ out, this a payday
[?], said she’d like an R8
I got ‘Big Zoovie’ on my carplates
Said you’d walk, baby this a [?] day
And I hate niggas ’cause they all lame
So fuck what you say now, I do this shit everyday
They say I shoot like [?], get the fuck out my way
I got a Glock and AK now, my niggas don’t play around
We follow, you stay now, then shoot up the playground
So what do you say? I do this everyday, baby
Don’t run on the opps, they’ll pull up to your place baby
30-clip on the Glock, you know I keep me safe baby
I keep gettin’ this guap and throw it in the safe baby
Yeah-ah

[Outro]
What do you say? Yeah
What do you say? What do you say?
What do you say? I do this everyday baby
What do you say? I love your pretty face baby
What do you say? I love the way you shake baby
What do you say? I love the way you taste baby

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Chief Keef – Gang Gang Lyrics

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

[Verse 1]
[??], (Gang)
Who the Hummer for? (Gang Gang)
Who they need to free? (Gang)
Who put niggas to sleep? (Gang Gang)
Who need to be on a leash? (Gang)
Who getting top out free? (Gang Gang)
Who [??] losing? (Gang)
Who slide with me, cruisin? (Gang Gang)
Who can stand the heat? (Gang)
Man you definitely not (Gang Gang)
Who [?] the bag in? (Gang)
[???] (Gang Gang)
You sneak diss [??] (Gang)
Who say whats that about? (Gang Gang)
Who my original? (Gang)
AK run it up (Gang Gang)
Tadoe and [?] (Gang)
I’m up in the morgue (Gang Gang)
[?] hate when I’m callin (Gang)
People is [?] (Gang Gang)
[?] jewelry like a fossil (Gang)
Who you can dive for? (Gang Gang)
We should have knocked off you now (Gang)
I feel like Pablo (Gang Gang)

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

[Verse 2]
[??] who it is? (Gang)
Aight you comin? (Gang)
You like where you at? (Gang)
I’m like I got in London (Gang)
You like fucking women? (Gang)
[???] (Gang)
I’m losing reception (Gang)
Plus the V12 on it (Gang)
Before i could walk or spell (Gang)
Wondering what I was gon be when I was little (Gang)
That I’d grow up to be (Gang)
I used to buy [?] (Gang)
Then i [??] (Gang)
[?] from here to [?] (Gang)
Who they said I didn’t [?] (Gang)
Long little niggas [???]

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

Let’s get it, kachoow

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Valee – Miami (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Pusha T)

[Intro]
Rio
Rio
Hahaha

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 1: Valee]
I had took a zip in the airport, I needed it (fuck it)
Bought a caesar salad and I put the weed in it (yeah)
Tequila and lime taste like it’s seaweed in it (yeah)
Poured a eight of slime, I’m finna put some tea with it (yeah)
Since I’m in the foreign, I keep 93 in it (yeah)
Bitch, your head boring, so you get a D in it (yeah)
I hopped on the Boeing, it was three more seats in it (yeah)
Gucci flip-flops on, I just slid my feet in ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Look, I just called Ferrari, told them build me one (skrt)
Six months for the wait, even with the ceiling gone (too true)
I’m still selling weight, Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Push)
Narcos still lives, even with Pablo gone (yuugh)
His and hers Chanel Pharrells, ain’t no other parallel
40K to ride this wave, on it like a carousel
Cartier, Cartier, Collins Ave, Ocean Drive (Push)
Ball hog but ball harder, that’ll make her open wide (ooh)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Outro: Valee]
Rio
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

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Montana of 300 – Dancing With My AK Lyrics

[Chorus] x2
Dancing, yeah
With my AK [x3]
Dancing, yeah yeah with my AK
That’s my baby, she go crazy

[Verse 1]
You don’t want me squeezin’ them hammers
My AK I feed it bananas
That’s on baby I bet shit gone change
Once I wet yo ass up just like pee in a pamper
While you sleepin’ I’m up like a Red Bull
Out the cut shootin’ shit like I’m Deadpool
When this heater blaze
Your boy Jesus couldn’t save you
If he graduated from med school
I like to dance with machine guns
This bitch got kick like it’s wing chun
You gon’ see Tony turn into Iron Man
Grab that pole then I slide like a fireman
I hope you fuck niggas bulletproof
I hope you niggas could duck fans
Hundred rounds when I pull out that AK
Then I let that bitch ride like a bus pass
They claim they beasts from the jungle
But when I come through they humble
No escaping it, who you gon’ run to
Clip hang so low I call it Rapunzel
No punchlines boy I don’t play no games
Put your ass in a box and they ready to rumble
Ain’t no blockin’ these shots
If your name was Mutombo
As soon as I cook he gon’ crumble
Take a nigga straight to hell’s kitchen
Shootin’ lethal weapons like I’m Mel Gibson
With a mask on like I’m Casey Jones
Like the Ninja Turtles bunch of shells flippin’
I hope you get buck like you ridin’ a horse
When I’m shootin’ this bitch
I’m like Mike on the court
More like Mike in the fourth
I’ma fire this torch
When I slide to his crib
Like there’s ice on the porch

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2]
Get popped like a wheelie, like he out in Philly
Get left, I’ma creep like I’m T-Boz and Chili
I’m ten steps ahead of y’all and when I let it off
I turn a opp into Cleo off Set It Off (easy)
Play around, lollygag
Big sticks, hockey mask
Choppin’ shit, karate class
Slide ’em in, body bags
I got more guns than a pawn shop
My AK go off like [!]
My bullets cut nonstop
So tell your kids I’m no joke
With the stick I will Bomb Pop
I’m Ray Allen, Steph Curry I’m crazy with this
I told God I told y’all not to play with this
[!] know the reason I’m squeezin’
If he’s understanding then he’ll be okay with it
Haters just might get bagged like potato chips
I’m too smart I bet I get away with this
I aim at the neck and then squeeze
I ain’t talkin’ perfume I will spray this bitch
If you see me first bitch you better blow
You do not want smoke I ain’t sellin’ dro
I’m so cold with this K put a hole in your face
When I spray turn a opp to a eskimo
I do not give a fuck about five-o
When I roll up and blow that ain’t hydro
AK blow more than wind in the wintertime
It got more kick than Foot Locker and Finish Line
Put a tag on your toe so they know the price
They get bust when I deliver overnight
Put bodies on the chopper no motorbike
I shot the crap out them bitches like rollin’ dice

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Lil Yachty – POP OUT lyrics

(feat. JBan$)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh, yeah bitch
DigitalNas
Yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I’m in the hood like Mrs. Winner’s, uh
Basketball seats in a Beamer, uh
Pull up with sticks, pull up with clips, all on the hip, yeah, yeah
I turn a two to a six, yeah (uh)
Servin’ these stripper hoes dick, yeah
You sick of me, yeah, and I know it, huh (yeah)
All of this money, I blow it, huh (skr)
All of these hoes, yeah they goin’, huh (uh)
All of my shooters they blowin’ (boom!)
Anyway, why you come over? You ain’t goin’, huh
You a whole thot, and I know this, huh (yeah)
Beat him in the pot with the elbow, huh
Skrt out the lane with the new whip (skrt)
Diamonds in the ear like a Q-tip, huh
Bitch give me top with them duck lips, uh (yeah)
Your boyfriend, he scared of me (yeah)
I’m geeked up off that amphetamine (yeah)
Hairy pussy give me allergies (yeah)
Bitch I don’t shop at no Malleries (no)
I get my diamonds from Icebox, huh (yeah)
Big Gucci link with the white rocks (whoo)
Just left Chicago like White Sox (yeah), tryna get a bitch with some dreadlocks
I got a bitch sippin’ Redrum (damn), I don’t even know where she came from (nah)
I walk around with a AK (damn), that lil’ shit sound like a snare drum (yeah)
DN, DN, DN, DN, DN

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, yeah, pop out
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, what’s up, what’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out

[Verse 2: JBan$]
Rock out (woo, woo), I bring the guap out (I bring the what?)
I’m on the block with the Glock out (doot doot doot)
I pop a perc, make her tap out (yeah, yeah)
This is the modern day pop sound, aye (yeah)
Diamonds on lighthouse (diamonds on lighthouse)
Glacier Boy still fuck with White Owl
Double my cup till I pass out, sippin’ Act’ now, uh
Ooh, treat the Maybach like a Honda, speedin’ and swervin’, might fall out
Lil’ baby know I’m not average, I get the top, and I kick her out
Ooh, my diamonds on igloo, I need that junk for my mental (yeah, yeah)
She pop that pussy, no pimple (yeah, yeah)
Gucci my runners, I get loose
JBan$, JBan$, JBan$, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, huh, yeah, huh, pop out, huh
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, huh, what’s up, huh, what’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, yeah

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Playboi Carti – No Time Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Wake up in the mornin’ know I gotta do this shit
Ay let’s do it
(Cannon)
Yeah, hey, heyo, hey, hey yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin’ my line
Ya cap like Mitchell and Ness lil’ nigga stop lyin’
Check, they was talkin’ ’bout lil’ ma live my life
Chop that chicken and shrimp cut in my rice
Spanish bitch come and pipe me I can make my wife (My wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters ’bouta put ’em on a flight (Put ’em on a flight)
Diamonds in my Cartier lens
You can see ’em at night (See ’em at night)
Call Balmain, ask ’em why my jeans so tight (jeans so tight)
Trippin’ off lanes, I don’t think you really wanna ride
Guns don’t want mine on you, you not my kind
5,6,7, so many watches ain’t wastin’ my time

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
My bitch fine
You in line
My big bank
These niggas been mine
But my diamonds keep bitin’
These hoes be bitin’
These niggas be bitin’
Wish on a bone yeah (fillet)
Got a bitch on the line right now
Say she got Molly, yeah
Sorry, I don’t do sour
A-W-G-E you know me
Cold outside I need another sleeve
Yeah, ballin’ on yo’ hoe like Kobe
Dunkin’ on yo’ hoe like no D
Bald head like Ginóbili
Piru, watch my nose bleed
That boy dead
Arm and leg
AK
Turnin’ your head, take yo bag

[Outro]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

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Chance The Rapper – Smoke Again (feat. Ab-Soul) lyrics

[Intro: x2]
Acid Rap!
I don’t even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Who smokin in my car?
It’s that nigga Chano
AKA Mr. Bennett
AK Tony Montano
I’ve got some folks in low end
I got some folks in c-note
AK hundred dinero
You ever seen Casino?
I just got back with ‘Bino
I got a bitch but she know
Her friends done did the Dino
That’s that Chicago lingo
Flamin’ hots with Cheese
And a kiwi Mistic
My dick won’t even call her
Cause she left all that lipstick
Niggas be on dirt
That’s why I stay on petty
I know that bangers jam
That’s why my hands stay ready
Flip the candy yum
That’s the fucking bombest
Lean all on the square
That’s a fuckin’ rhombus

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Who’s sneaking in the club?
That’s that youngster rapper
Un-saran wrap the purple
Wrap that blunt under after
Smoke all out the window
Cops could eat a dick
If you ain’t the hitter
You just might be the lick
Flame on, flame on
I’m your bitch’s ringtone
She like when I rap raps
But better when I sing songs
No Drake, but I get my Trey on
Killin’ in the hood like Trayvon
Shoppin’ like I got a coupon
Savin’ like I got a cape on
Cookin’ crack in my apron
Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms
Tell shorty I may change
And I made it and I napalm
Trippy shit to watch
Drugs while on the clock
Acid on the face
That’s a work of art

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Soulo ho ho twerk somethin’
Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin’
I’m so deaf, I ain’t ever heard nothin’
My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)
How ’bout you? No dap, but I’ll take a pound or two
No doubt like Gwen Stefani’s group
Let me put my mouth where you potty, boo
(IGH!)
Them niggas pissed, need potty training
They movement shit, that’s a potty train
She ain’t left yet, but she probably came
We kicked it then I score, soccer game
She was a phony goalie
I got great aim though, don’t insult me
I’ll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me
My name Solo cause I’m the one and only
She only got you as a nigga on the side
That’s a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie
Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard
Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper

[Hook]

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XXXTENTACION – $$$ (feat. MATT OX) lyrics

[Intro: Matt OX]
Pew
Get money, yeah yeah
Get money, yeah, get money
Get money, yeah, yeah
Get money, yeah yeah (get money)
Get money, yeah yeah
Yeah
Get money, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Matt OX]
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Why you gotta sleep on my crew?
You know that my VVS’ blue
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My gang gonna eat real soon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you little haters is doomed

[Post-Chorus: Matt OX & XXXTENTACION]
Ooh, wait, wait, ooh
Ooh, wait, ooh, ooh (woah, woah)
Get money, yah, yah
Get money, yah, yah (oh my)
Get money, yah, yah (oh my)
Get money, yah, yah

[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Like wait, wait, uh, ska-ate, uh
Spin on my dick like a Beyblade, uh
My dick’ll hit her like AK, uh
These boys is beggers they bacers, uh
Tie up your lace, boy you trippin’, like, ayy?
Run up, get done up, say this every day
Uh, these niggas jealous and uh
Boy you is bitter like medicine, uh
Are you okay, bitch? Uh
Slay the pussy like I’m Jason, uh
Huh, fuck out my face, bitch, uh
1-0 like the Matrix, uh
Nigga try me, I tell ice to go get ya
Fuck around, I keep a blade like the Witcher
I want your auntie, your grandma, your sister
I eat the pussy for breakfast and dinner

[Chorus: Matt OX]
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Why you gotta sleep on my crew?
You know that my VVS’ blue
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My gang gonna eat real soon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you little haters is doomed

[Post-Chorus: Matt OX]
Ooh, wait, wait, ooh
Ooh, wait, ooh, ooh (woah, woah)
Get money, yah, yah (yeah)
Get money, yah, yah (yah, yah)
Get money, yah, yah (yah, yah)
Get money, yah, yah

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RiceGum – Fortnite N Chill (Fortnite Rap) Lyrics

[Intro]
Ok (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the crib
You got to come thru the gate (yeah)
Ion gotta pool
I take a swim in the lake (yeah)
Only 21
But they compare me to greats (yeah)
AK just like TayK
But I’m not in the race (yeah)
Hate it when you say it
When I’m not in your face (yes)
You just see my style
And you copy and paste
I can be a filter
And punch you in your face (yeah)
Or
I can be a realtor
And put you in your place (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)

[Verse 2]
She wanna ride with Rice (Rice)
She wanna private flight (back)
She wanna slurp the juice (woah)
She wanna stay for a night (yeah)
Clout G-A-N-G (yeet)
Make sure you spell that shit right (yeet)
I break down the trees (woah)
Tilted towers how I lean
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
I’m goin’ so far (so far)
Been in every city
Like a postcard (yeah)
Drive that fucking Bentley
Like a Go Kart (cool)
Cuban link around my neck
Look like a GOLD SCAR (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)

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DJ ESCO – Light Show Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Tarantino with me
Lights!
YFBG, nigga
Every time we step out

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
My wrist mean, light show
I’m goin’ green, Geico
A murder scene, might go
Pretty thing, thot hoe
I got big rocks
I’m goin’ big clocks
I fucked up big top
She gave me big top
[?]
Taliban sold that rock
Gucci tag down to my sock
[?] J’s on top
Look like 10 big rocks
I might go fuck on my side hoe
Diamonds on my neck, that light show
Shinin’ in the dark, that night glow
[?]
Let her off the leash, she like to fight hoes
Ain’t no IDs at the night shows
[?]
Fuckin’ on the team with the [?]
[?], right toe
[?]
Real diamonds on me no light zone

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show

[Verse 2: Future]
Iced out lookin’ like a lamp, yeah
Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah
100 [?] on my neck
100 hitters in my clique
Young nigga pull up wit’ a stick
[?] camera roll, gotta [?]
Got a blizzard sittin’ on my wrist
I’m the wizard, everything lit
I wet the galaxy (yeah!)
That’s a fatality (yeah!)
Ice in my [drink?] (yeah!)
Boostin’ my stamina (yeah!)
Ice my ring (yeah!)
Ice my hoes (yeah!)
Wit’ kilos, (yeah!)
I wipe your nose (yeah!)
1000 karats (yeah!)
Had a bitch starin’ (yeah!)
I just be glarin’ (yeah!)
Are you comparin’? (yeah!)
Oh, this ain’t McLaren (yeah!)
My hoe and my [?] (yeah!)
I play wit’ them falcons (yeah!)
Like I play for the Falcons (yeah!)

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light show
Light show
Light show
Light show
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow

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Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Do Not Disturb (feat. Lil Yachty & Offset)

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Aye, aye, yeah
Murda bless yo’ trap
Murda bless yo’ trap
Bitch, aye, oo

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Diamond on my neck like river (oo)
I just fucked a bitch on Twitter (yeah)
Put the K to his mouth like a motherfuckin’ dinner
Call lil’ bitch get head like a pillow (yuh)
Huh, woo, woo
Tats on my body, and my face too (yeah)
Damn, lil’ bih’ got attitude (damn)
If her ass fat, I’mma smack too (woo)
Rollie on my wrist, it’s a bust down (splash)
Hit your bitch from the back, she get bust down (yuh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I’m a mad hound (what?)
Might as well put me in the dog pound (yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
AK make a footwork jerk (Lil Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Sippin’ on purple with Purpp (Purpp)
Bentley coupe, this not no Chrysler (skrt skrt)
Fuck on that bitch, and you wifed her
Fuck I look like doing cyphers
I’m getting richer now (uh)
Finna start saying no to pictures now (uh)
These bitches tripping (tripping)
After I fuck, bitch I’m dippin’ (I’m dippin’)
Big Benz on track, that shit Crippin’ (skrrt)
Yeah that shit blue
Used to sip Hi-Tech like I had the flu
Told that lil’ baby, come suck on the crew
Ain’t no-one new ’round Lil Boat but you (woo)
All of my watches over 60 (yeah)
Audemars Piguet, make it do a 360 (damn)
They hop out the coupe, and your hood and get risky (skrrt skrrt)
In the spot with a strap ’cause security didn’t frisk me (boom boom boom)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Smokin’ on rocks, no nerds (hey)
Hang a football like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
I put a bullet right into yo’ vowels (bow-bow)
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt

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Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Guwop*
(Lil Pump, Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

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Young Dolph – Drippy

[Intro]
Ayy!
Real drippy right now

[Chorus]
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m fuckin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

[Verse 1]
Prometh, sippin’
My bitch she gettin’ tipsy
Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin’ Fendi
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds, hittin’
Dead fresh, dig me
Drippy, drippy
You a peasant, you cannot come near me
Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me
‘Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah
Fuck nigga, try again
You lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest nigga in it, ayy man
Shit, this young nigga poppin’, damn
Nah, can’t no nigga stop him
Paper Route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin’ shit
I’m in the streets where the hitters at
I’m in the street where the dealers at
I’m in the section where all the bad bitches at

[Chorus]
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m fuckin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

[Verse 2]
I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a hundred
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
Codeine, sweet tea, call that a tropical punch
I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
I give that green light and you done
Ayy come here lil mama, where you from?
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put seventy thou in my charm
I put fifty grams in my trunk
I was sellin’ dope, I ain’t go to prom
But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom
Drippy, drippy

[Chorus]
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m fuckin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

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Migos – Narcos lyrics

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bricks in the brick house
Use to hit licks and go to momma house (momma)
Straight out the jungle
Young nigga don’t know right now
Young nigga know too much now
Bow Bow Bow, that’ll slow them down
We pick up the hundos
Then drop them off to Huncho
I came from the bando

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 2: Offset]
Cold gang with the cocaine
The more money make more rain
Pouring up a pint while I’m bagging propane
Point blank range give a nigga nose rings
Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat
Shiffy, Lou, where the bricks where they at
Trippy, ooze the patek all wet
The birds in the trap they ain’t leavin’ out they nest
Get, [?] like meth
Yup, runnin’ with the pack got slapped
Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off
Nigga bein’ greedy we gon’ cut his tummy out
Hundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes
Plus momma’s house heard with a finny count
I ain’t really with the razzle dazzle
Knock him off and then I throw him off the rope paddle
Go to Tiajuana, put a kilo on the saddle
Sack him, hit a nigga carbon pterodactyl
Pap him, choppa piped down like an apple
Mansion with the AK with the horses and the cattle

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
No monkey in the jungle, block hot like a sauna
Watchin [?] trying to weave with anacondas
Jumpin’ in the water, trying to sneak across the waterglass
[?] got me beat by a [?]
I’ll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it
Savage, but I’m still a gentleman in Cali
Static, nigga turn to [?] ’bout the cabbage
Kill his whole family if he run off with your package
I just put a pack on the way to Bogota (pack)
Poke his eyes out, ain’t no telling what he saw (poke ’em out)
I’ma wire his jaw, I don’t know if he will talk (wire jaw)
Get the chainsaw and I’ma saw his legs off (saw)
They knew that we was gang but they saying that we a ring
Investigating, taking pictures of the whole team (DEA)
Undercover, tryna do a sting
10 mil on a plane, going straight to Medellin

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

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Migos – “Narcos” Lyrics

(Chorus)
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Yea (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

(Verse 1)
Bricks in the brick house
Use to hit licks and go to momma house (momma)
Straight out the jungle
Young n*gg* don’t know right now
Young n*gg* know too much now
Bow Bow Bow, that’ll slow them down
We pick up the hundos
Then drop them off to Huncho
I came from the bando

(Chorus)
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

(Verse 2)
Cold gang with the cocaine
The more money make more rain
Pouring up a pint while I’m bagging propane
Point blank range give a n*gg* nose rings
Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat
Shiffy, Lou, where the bricks where they at
Trippy, ooze the patek all wet
The birds in the trap they ain’t leavin’ out they nest
Get, [?] like meth
Yup, runnin’ with the pack got slapped
Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off
N*gg* bein’ greedy we gon’ cut his tummy out
Hundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes
Plus momma’s house heard with a finny count
I ain’t really with the razzle dazzle
Knock him off and then I throw him off the rope paddle
Go to Tiajuana, put a kilo on the saddle
Sack him, hit a n*gg* carbon pterodactyl
Pap him, choppa piped down like an apple
Mansion with the AK with the horses and the cattle

(Chorus)
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

(Verse 3)
Take-Takeoff
No monkey in the jungle, block hot like a sauna
Watchin [?] trying to weave with anacondas
Jumpin’ in the water, trying to sneak across the waterglass
[?] got me beat by a [?]
I’ll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it
Savage, but I’m still a gentleman in Cali
Static, n*gg* turn to [?] ’bout the cabbage
Kill his whole family if he run off with your package
I just put a pack on the way to Bogota (pack)
Poke his eyes out, ain’t no telling what he saw (poke ’em out)
I’ma wire his jaw, I don’t know if he will talk (wire jaw)
Get the chainsaw and I’ma saw his legs off (saw)
They knew that we was gang but they saying that we a ring
Investigating, taking pictures of the whole team (DEA)
Undercover, tryna do a sting
10 mil on a plane, going straight to Medellin

(Chorus)
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

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