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Kevin Gates – Let It Sing lyrics

[Intro]
Nigga won’t tell me, talkin’ ’bout some
You twenty percent more in it (who’s that?)
Nigga you control the wheel there

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 1]
Sip out the canister, rollin’ up cannabis
I’m not permitted to cross into Canada
Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
Switch place, story stay the same
Bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think I’m Tory Lanez
Broke prayin’ for a whole thang, shot the tecs and a load came
Flex on ’em like I’m Billy, bought a new hip, then told her “hit me”
Tryna get next to me like I’m Tristan, you think I’m really ’bout to let you get me?
You think I’m really ’bout to let you bill it?
You think you really ‘posed to get a Bentley?
All you do is stalk other ho’s pages, you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
Keep it professional when you DM me
You know your sister be all in my business, copyin’ everythin’ that I delivered
TMZ I’m fightin’ with Dreka
We cannot do this in front of the children
Lovin’ this shit, she gon’ go get a pistol, know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
How could you leave me?

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 2]
Cookin’ up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon’ launch
In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon’ punch
Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
Breakin’ open a pipe, pourin’ dope in the cup, partner bought it, ’bout to open it up
Big Body, doors openin’ up, big Jamaican unloadin’ the truck
Big weight ’bout to go in the trunk, bad bitch, give me brain in the trunk
Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I’ma come
Cappin’ like they got more than us, matter of fact, I just ordered up
Shopliftin’, they recorded us, ‘member back on the motorbus
I could remember you treatin’ me shitty back then ’cause I wasn’t important enough
Straight from the back, how I’m grippin’ the bitch, throwin’ dick in her kidney, she ballin’ up
In the mirror I glisten’, the button ignition, the engine go RAH, when I start it up

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Outro]
Ay, forgive me if I’m not energetic and hunky dory around this bitch, when I got a motherfuckin’ GPS monitor strapped to my leg. When I got a motherfuckin’ P.O. tellin’ me I can go travel to spend money, but I can’t travel to make money. You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic, you heard me? When I got these fuckin’ dick suckers on my motherfuckin’ back 24 hours a day, playin’ wit’ me, you heard me? And now you fuckin’ playin’ wit’ me

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Molly Brazy – Pop Shit

[Hook]
Running your mouth is you crazy?
You do not want to get into that
Bitches talk shit on the internet
I pull up I put an end to that
Fake hoes, I put an end to that
Fuck niggas, I put an end to that
Talking sideways, I’ll put an end to that
Uh, uh, bitch that’s the end of that!
Flex on me bitch is you brazy?
I know you really ain’t living that
Fuck all that squashing that beef
Bitch you know there ain’t no end in that
Fake hoes, I put an end to that
Fuck niggas, I put an end to that
Talking sideways, I’ll put an end to that
Uh, uh, bitch that’s the end of that!

[Verse 1]
I ride around with a tech
Not talking bout lean, you’ll get wet
I been down, run up a check
They got me flexing like Lex
Luther, hoe watch your mouth ‘fore I bust your medulla
You a broke bitch and your boyfriend a loser
Extending my stick it look long as a ruler
Still counting up money, I feel like a cougar
I’m in my bag like I’m looking for some
No internet popping, you know how I’m bomin’
That scary hoe see me, she better start running
I pick up that Draco, I turn to a drummer
That gas that I smoke kinda smell like an onion
These Gucci’s on me let you know that I’m stunting
When it come to beef we ain’t score, I shoot nothing
I put it in to her, get back to the money

[Hook]
Running your mouth is you crazy?
You do not want to get into that
Bitches talk shit on the internet
I pull up I put an end to that
Fake hoes, I put an end to that
Fuck niggas, I put an end to that
Talking sideways, I’ll put an end to that
Uh, uh, bitch that’s the end of that!
Flex on me bitch is you brazy?
I know you really ain’t living that
Fuck all that squashing that beef
Bitch you know there ain’t no end in that
Fake hoes, I put an end to that
Fuck niggas, I put an end to that
Talking sideways, I’ll put an end to that
Uh, uh, bitch that’s the end of that!

[Verse 2]
These bitches all about chitty chat
Take a bitch nigga like give me that!
If that bitch saying she wanting them problems, I’m on that bitch head like a fitted cap
These bitches pussy, they kitty kat
Talking like that get you get [?]gift wrapped
You take my chain I’ma get it back
I fuck that bitch up like a cigarette
Slide up your block like I’m Billy Jean
Hang out the window and I’m bout to shoot
Pull that banana clip like it’s a fruit
We shoot in unison like we a group
Then it’s right back to getting this fetty
All that woofing hoe you know you ain’t ready
Sneak dissing, fake bitches is petty
When I run up on you man shit gon’ get messy
I swear!

[Hook]
Running your mouth is you crazy?
You do not want to get into that
Bitches talk shit on the internet
I pull up I put an end to that
Fake hoes, I put an end to that
Fuck niggas, I put an end to that
Talking sideways, I’ll put an end to that
Uh, uh, bitch that’s the end of that!
Flex on me bitch is you brazy?
I know you really ain’t living that
Fuck all that squashing that beef
Bitch you know there ain’t no end in that
Fake hoes, I put an end to that
Fuck niggas, I put an end to that
Talking sideways, I’ll put an end to that
Uh, uh, bitch that’s the end of that!

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Jacob Banks – Part Time Love

[Verse 1]
Put down your megaphone, my dear
10-4, we hear you loud and clear
Mr. Daniels makes you so sincere
When the morning comes, you forget why we are here

[Chorus]
Part time love
You come in every shade of blue
Mm, part time love
I’m always running back to you

[Verse 2]
Oh, you keep singing that melody my dear
Loudly for the whole world to hear
Get you a red dress and a black limousine
Shooting down Broadway
Yeah, you’re living out your dreams
It’s friendly fire, oh, I’m not the enemy, oh no
I’ll walk the wire, but I ain’t no Billy Jean

[Chorus]
Part time love
You come in every shade of blue
Mm, part time love
I’m always running back to you

[Outro]
Oh, part time love
You come in every shade of blue

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Nav – The Man (The Introduction Album)

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 1]
These niggas rap careers is dead, yeah
Mad cause I’m the man, yeah
They wanna feed me lead, yeah
Better aim for my head, yeah
Even if I don’t live, yeah
My shooters gonna leave you dead, yeah
Rolling off of meds, yeah
His bitch gave me head, yeah
His bitch send me texts, yeah
She said that I’m up next, yeah
She want a brown boy from the Rex, yeah
Smoking on the best, yeah
I’m drinking purple and some red, yeah
Free up Body Fuck the Feds, yeah

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 2]
I need a bitch that’s got some substance
All these bitches want is money
When you see me out in public know I’m rolling off of something
She think I’m drinking Robitussin
You see that Sprite there? Don’t you touch it
She don’t want no broke boy
They want some beats they cost a lot I let them know boy
I feel like french my niggas OT selling Coke boy
They turn the volume up they music making no noise
Don’t take me simple now you know boy

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 3]
"NAV…where are you?"
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty

[Verse 4]
Yeah I took a couple L’s so you know I’m on the road now
Keep a bad ass bitch and she always stay ten toes down
Is you really riding girl you know I gotta know now
And I keep a couple hitters with me always stay ten toes down
Ten toes down, ten toes down, ten toes down, ten does down

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Yelawolf – Renegades (Hotel EP) letras

[Intro]
“I got a gun for a mouth
And a bullet with your name on it
So don’t breathe when I talk
’cause you haven’t been spoken to
But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket”

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I got blue wheels on a Harley blades
And a trail in the sunrays
Me and this lady, man
It’s like church on a Sunday
I’m up from my rocker
But rock and roll is my papa
Raised me up on this gasoline
Billy Jean was my mama
Broken hearts turned to spoken art
My blood is like lava
Hard as a rock when I’m cold
Yet I can flow just like water
Grew up with people that’s lethal
Grew up with hustling daughters
Mothers and fathers alike
Like it or not when you saw us
Live my life like a rebel
The devil’s hot on my tracks
But I won’t run from my demons
No, I embrace them in fact
So remember my spirit
When that Slumerican flag waves
From entrepreneurs to losers
Users and runaways
[Hook]
“But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket”
From entrepreneurs, losers
To users and renegades
For factory workers, servers
And hustlers all the same
Single mothers and others
Nobodies, prisoners, no-names
For entrepreneurs, losers
To users and runaways

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Alcohol in my system to face the system of living
Marijuana rolled up, money on tables for women
For the strippers and divas
For those who didn’t believe us
We went from single wide homes to homes with twenty foot ceilings
You may say you hate money, money isn’t the issue with you
And all of your bullshit, you bullshit me and I miss you
Save your [?] for your love, smile when love ain’t around
I’m in the booth for my family, yes I’m holding you down
Keep pressing play every day
And if they hate, let them hate
Believe in you and that’s all you can do, so fuck what they say
And remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves
From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades

[Hook]
“But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket”

From entrepreneurs, losers
To users and renegades
For factory workers, servers
And hustlers all the same
Single mothers and others
Nobodies, prisoners, no-names
For entrepreneurs, losers
To users and runaways

“I got a gun for a mouth
And a bullet with your name on it
So don’t breathe when I talk
’cause you haven’t been spoken to
But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket”