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Daz Dillinger – Feels Good Lyrics

DAZ DILLINGER
Feels Good Lyrics

(Hook – Lataya Williams)
(Feels so good)
Feels good to know that someone loves you
(To know someone loves you)
Feels good to know someone cares
(I wanna feel you)
It’s been a long time since I felt you
Just call my name I’ll be there
(Feels so good)

(Daz)
Young Daz rollin through high surbuban, swervin
Down the block, catchin eyes and cutie pies
Observe, that is somethin particular, met ’em ??? town
Homegirl what’s ya name, she replied the same
Yo baby lookin fly, I could see it in her eye
Respect me, you best be prepared when you sex me
Since I let you tell it girl I could rock you ’til your heart stops
Down to your knees like just like havin a seizure
Please you with the conversation ?? ???
Later on, have you chillin talkin ’bout livin lavish and bubble bathes
Kickin it on the Ave, young Daz trippin off the times we had
Wasn’t usual but it was crucial, that I had the bomb and you had it
Couldn’t even get mad, it wasn’t expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What you did to me couldn’t be duplicated, you made it the bomb
Even playa hated sometimes, keep in mind
When you layed your head, you knew you layed it in the right place
When you gave it up girl, you knew you ran the right race
Make it hot and sweet, give your body to me
Young Daz, sho’ ’nuff gon’ get it, homegirl
And it feels good baby

(Hook)

(Kurupt)
In my mind’s eye all I see is time passin by,
will I make it to the other side
Ready to ride, we was all born to die
But will I die alone, baby girl what’s it gon’ be
She got the bombest shape I ever seen before
Man, she got a brother thinkin ’bout never doin wrong, man
Go on girl with your bad ass,
she got her own bank account, makin her own cash
I might be movin to fast, but with an ass shaped like that
She’s the shit, plus she makes her own money, she ain’t after my chips
I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
Catch a G dippin by high at the sky, I lace the game
Everybody wants the best, and every gangsta has a gangstaress
When I pulled on the block lovin the hood like a muthaf**ka
Then I seen my girl, felt good from that moment on

(Hook)

(Daz)
Yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
All my ladies (get busy)
It don’t stop (get busy)
Ay yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
It don’t stop y’all (get busy)
It don’t stop y’all (get busy)

Who ya down for (you)
To ride or die, to lie, baby just for you)
Wouldn’t trade you for no money or no girls
It was me and you to rule the world
(it was me and you to rule the world)
She cruise my neighborhood draggin the ground,
layin it down on hundred spokes
Flossin with her homegirls with no shirt
Pull around the corner, Dana Dane’s shinin
She see me on the grind and on the front line and
You know where I hang, about handlin things
Be on the corner where the bangers bang
Flossin the neighborhood with your homegirls yellin "whoo, whoo"

(Kurupt)
Lookin extra cute, G’d in my Coupe
Get your bounce on baby girl, I love her
Plus you’ll bounce with me, I adore her
‘Cause she’ll blaze an ounce with me (say what)
Khakis more creased than mine
She’s gangstafied, she wears Dickies not Calvin Kleins
Never ignore me ’cause she adores me, ya know, ya know

(Hook to fade)

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Vince Staples – Yeah Right Lyrics

VINCE STAPLES
Yeah Right Lyrics

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right

(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

Is your house big? Is your car nice?
Is your girl fine? f**k her all night
Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?
If your song played, would they know that?
How the thug life? How the love life?
How the workload? Is your buzz right?
Do the trap jump? Is the club right?
Got your head right? Boy, yeah right

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

Pretty women wanna slit the wrist
Pretty women wanna be a rich man’s bitch
Pretty women want a couple kids
Pretty women want a new ass, new lips
Pretty women wanna push a Benz
Come correct and she won’t let you in
Thumbin’ through the checks, she gets it in
Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend?

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

Got an enemy that changes dependin’ what direction
You’re facin’
Got an enemy that tells you off, blockin’ what’s efficient
You’re placed in
You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle
You’re chasin’
Keep pretendin’ that you real
Until every selfie is erased

Pop ’til it’s fakin’
Pop ’til the wrist pop
Pop ’til he shakin’
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation
No allegation
Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation
New York nigga be like “deadass”
L.A. nigga be like “on the dead homies”
I was off the porch like Fed-Ex
211, got bread on me
K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp
Temporary pimp, nah, don’t remember them
Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the f**kin’ gym
Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty
Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early
Fade like shadows, corrallin’ the cattle
A bitches decision for you, is narrow
Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh
The physic, the chemist, the lame
Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange
Compatible for riches with more to gain
A sad nigga? Yeah right
I don’t fair fight but I bear fight
Lookin’ for my next roadkill for the headlight
Hangin’ though my last four kills for the highlights
My life, high life, high five, bye, bye

Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

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Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$y) (Smokin On My Own Strain Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

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Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$Y)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

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Big Sean & 2 Chainz – Light It Up letras

[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh-huh
I got everything to lose
Whoa, whoa
We did it, Finally Famous, nigga

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Story of my life, the come up (grind)
My night doesn’t end ’til the sun up (grind)
Finger fucking the money
I do whatever to keep it coming (oh)
When I walk in the building they all give me stares
But I dare anybody to run up
And I ain’t satisfied until I’m chubby, lil’ bitch
And I got hundreds on my paper ’cause I studied, lil’ bitch
Come and be my understudy, lil’ bitch, I’m your boss, not your buddy
Matter of fact, don’t talk in or around me
Matter of fact, if you standing next to us then you lucky
Matter of fact, wash your hands before you touch me, you disgusting lil’ bitch
Always reppin’, but I’m hardly home
Sean Don, Perrion, Don Corleone
Hit the vroom vroom every single time the ‘Rari on
Riding around in Malibu tryin’ to see a Barbie home
Came up from that one bedroom-room, now we on
Hoes bustin’ dance moves harder than Omarion
Fur is so fresh, oh my God, it’s still shedding
Radio flow, ho, I’m trying to break records
Getting every single thing on my checklist
I should be at the top of your threat list
When I come through have the bottles and confetti
Bitch, we ready

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Before I hit more than finessing
Might walk on the beach in Giuseppe’s
I think that my life is a blessin’
The girl that I’m with ego bigger than Precious
Before adolescence my development was arrested
Toss and turn in the bed restless
I’m glad that we made it back
Workin’ the back on Mercedes hatch
Straps with the gatorback
Faded black, take the pussy clip, don’t maniac
Take the pussy, never gave it back
Slap ’em with four types rings like an 80s cat
Looking for a great Dane, nightmares, Dana Dane
Changin’ lanes, smoking back to back, chain and chain
Fuck it till I get fatigue, major pain, woo
Swag like the NBA, I dunk and do a layup line (yeah)
Fuck a do not disturb, I need a bitch in here laced way up sign
Pay up time, I’m piped up in these streets
And if I put my jewelry on the light bill increase

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up