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2 Chainz – Whip Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
They really wanna keep us outside
‘Cause you know we go way too live

[Refrain: Travis Scott]
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under (Yeah)
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Sell a bird, KFC (Bird)
And it was twenty LLC’s (Yeah)
Election play, who played me? (Me)
Just made a mil’ like Meek (Alright)
Pick a side, no in-between
Roll an L with the winning team
She a king like Billie Jean (Billie)
I want smoke, yeah, nicotine (Smoke)
Is you finer than Fashion Nova?
I wanna really see what’s in them jeans
Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it’s just a quick weave? (What?)
I’m ’bout the S with the lines through ’em
Partition with the blind’s pool
Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon’ sign to ’em
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Back at it again, whippin’ again, once again, yeah (Yeah)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I’m the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin’ your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside (Outside)
‘Cause you know we go way too live (Too live)
Too turnt up for your club (Too turnt up)
4AM, ain’t fucked up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
GLE, 63 Benz
Yeah, it really depends (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m covered, I’m drenched
Wet floor signs, hope you don’t slip (Slip)
Yeah, my homie a Crip (Woo)
Seafood and you is a shrimp (Damn)
Money tall, you gon’ need stilts (Tall)
Rap or Go to the League blimp, uh
Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah (Out of here)
She do whatever I want, yeah
I had the Maybach for five years
I still never sat in the front, yeah
I bought her designer, lil’ mama, I’m proud of her
She got a body, pick her out a lineup
She ever leave me, I’m comin’ to find her
Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Back at it again, whippin’ again, once again, yeah (Whip it, whip)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I’m the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin’ your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand (Do it, do it)
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside
‘Cause you know we go way too live (Yeah)
Too turnt up for your club
4AM, ain’t fucked up (Yeah)

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under

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Young Scooter – Burglar Bars And Cameras

[Chorus]
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas
I can make the trap jump when the trap slow
Packs comin’ in the front, ran out the back door
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas

[Verse 1]
Brick thunderstorm, that’s a cocaine shower
Thug and Future with me, you know that’s the twin towers
I just sold a thousand pounds less than five hours
Road runnin’ through your town, what you need? I got it
Get your calculator out with Scooter on the beat
I get them pounds for thirteen hundred and sell ’em for the three
I made more than the plug, street lottery
Jugg king, I just did a show for a key
I got six jugg houses on the same street
I got six plugs and they ain’t got the same weed
You call your partner big dog, he won’t even let you eat
I get on every beat nigga and rap a recipe, Scooter

[Chorus]
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas
I can make the trap jump when the trap slow
Packs comin’ in the front, ran out the back door
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas

[Verse 2]
I got the keys, the keys
Remix for twenty-three
Rolex off jugg houses
And everything for cheap
Still juggin’ off public housing
Like eighty racks a week
Stash house in stone mountain
That I don’t never see
Never let a nigga know when your pack comin’
‘Cause niggas come and intercept that pack like Josh Norman
A half a million worth of cars and everything foreign
They dropped the price of bricks nigga and I’m to blame for it
Eleven hundred gram bricks, they cost an extra stack
Turn a nine to a half, an extra nine on top of that
Hit the club and buy the bar, you know we stand on top of that
Bitch I’m always in the streets, I out here where the robbers at

[Chorus]
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas
I can make the trap jump when the trap slow
Packs comin’ in the front, ran out the back door
Burglar bars and cameras, baking soda and Arm & Hammer
Black Amigo numbers got the trap goin’ bananas

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Kodak Black – Off The Land

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m paintin’ pictures, everythin’ I say you see it vivid
Lil’ Kodak makin’ movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live this life, when you hear my songs, you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Gettin’ bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate, so why lil’ shawty wanna kick it?
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-launderin’
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talkin’ Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me, I’m booted up, ain’t talkin’ Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleepin’ knowin’ that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby, how I’m suckin’ on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculatin’ every move, this shit like playin’ chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches, you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cuttin’ dope with Arm & Hammer?
When I was jumpin’ in them houses like I’m fuckin’ Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

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Kodak Black – Off The Land (Painting Pictures Album)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m painting pictures, everything I say you see it vivid
Lil Kodak making movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live my life, when you hear my songs you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Getting bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate so why lil shawty wanna kick it
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-laundering
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talking Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me I’m booted up, ain’t talking Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleeping knowing that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby how I’m sucking on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculating every move, this shit like playing chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cutting dope with Arm & Hammer
When I was jumping in them houses like I’m fucking Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me,how I’m sucking on her titties

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Kodak Black – Off the Land Lyrics

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m painting pictures, everything I say you see it vivid
Lil Kodak making movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live my life, when you hear my songs you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Getting bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate so why lil shawty wanna kick it
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-laundering
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talking Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me I’m booted up, ain’t talking Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleeping knowing that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby how I’m sucking on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculating every move, this shit like playing chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cutting dope with Arm & Hammer
When I was jumping in them houses like I’m fucking Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

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Danny Brown – Today Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Watch who you ‘round
Gotta watch they mouth
When them guns come out
And them shots ring out
You know what they about
Watch what they say
Watch what they do
When a hook come around
Them kids come down
They a tell on you
It’s snakes in the grass
Getting trapped by rodents
Potent we smoking
A leave you choking
Hoping you focused
So dog take notice
For a flash of light
Run you off light roaches
Hopping off porches
With chrome 44
Nose long as song
Made by Mike Bolton
Lightning bolts
Rip through your torso
Raining blood
After that thunder
Mommas crying
Children wonder
But this is the life
That we all succumbed to
Make a nigga wanna go
And cut his phone off
Cops killing niggas everyday
Like protocol
Watch the TV
Turn on the news
Make a nigga feel like
He listened to blues
In the hood
Wit that Arm & Hammer
Getting them Pampers
For baby mama
Hood flick us
We in the slammer
Now ya baby raised
By another man bruh
Cure for cancer
Cure for A.I.D.S
Make a nigga
Wanna stay on tour for days
Everywhere you go
Gotta keep that tool
Cause you don’t want end up
Happening to you
So everywhere u go
Gotta keep that tool
Cause you don’t want it end up
Happening to you

[Hook]
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
Today today today
[Verse 2]
Gotta watch these niggas
Better watch these niggas
Cause for a little bit of crumbs
When you trapped in the slums
They a pop you nigga
Watch where you go
Watch where you at
Cause goons on attack
And that’s a fact
You don’t want it like that
Niggas get bodied like everyday
Nigga masked up like masquerade
Bruiser Brigade
Nigga take this fade
Or get marked out
Like crossword game
For a little name
Nigga pop yo chain
Playing no games
Evict arcade
Trade in your life
For a pair of new J’s
A-OK with them AK’s
Broad daylight
Make you do a relay
Duck behind cars
When you hear the tool spray
You don’t want beef
Get simmer soufflé
Sitting in the Bimmer
With ya lightskin bae
Fuck all the tough shit
I’m tryna get paid
You ain’t bout money
Nigga you the same way
End of the day
Nigga jail the new slave
Trust my nigga
You don’t wanna go that way

[Hook]
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I did it