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Young Scooter – Trippple Cross Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
Fuckin’ with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight
Drunk in the mall and pick it up, I don’t check no price
My lil’ bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice
I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life
You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I’ll give you 25 racks
How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch, don’t worry ’bout that
Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment in that
Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots
If anything missin’, just connect the dots
Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop
Street Lottery, they waitin’ on my album to drop

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Pocahontas bitch, her hair long down to her ass
White jewelry on, like the confederate flag
Diamonds on your ankle, I put minks on your back
Trap go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
Trap money comin’ in, thousand bags of gas
Walked in the Cartier store and I fucked up the stash
Good Actavis on, big Rolex on, that new bitch look like a check
15 bitches just came from England, sittin’ on a Global Express
Walkin’ in Fendi, no pretendin’, gotta have a lot of baguettes
Drop top, wintertime, we can’t turn down, 25 karats on my chest
14 keys on my desk, lookin’ like an Olympic
Hit my first lick, I went to Gucci then I spent it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Hundred racks, hundred racks, every day I juug a hundred packs
Walk out the door with it and you’ll never get your money back
200 racks, 200 racks, every month I make 200 racks
Call with a brick or what, how the hell you get off bond for that?
Broke ass niggas got the game fucked up
Tellin’ on niggas just to get their time cut
Wake up out my sleep and count some Freebandz up
Scooter get your money, stay away from them ducks
I’m not in the industry, I’m in the streets with bricks
In the streets with pounds, lay your bitch ass down
Send a ghost at one of you niggas, he won’t make a sound
God blessed me with these millions so I’ma keep ’em around
Street!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

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Young Scooter – Trippple Cross (feat. Future & Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us
Murder was the case that they gave niggas like us

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite
Fuckin’ with your baby mama, I damn near missed my flight
Drunk in the mall and pick it up, I don’t check no price
My lil’ bitch from New York, she told me talk to her nice
I told that bitch just pay attention, I could change your life
You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I’ll give you 25 racks
How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch, don’t worry ’bout that
Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment in that
Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your spots
If anything missin’, just connect the dots
Shit, I came from the bottom, no way in hell I could flop
Street Lottery, they waitin’ on my album to drop

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Pocahontas bitch, her hair long down to her ass
White jewelry on, like the confederate flag
Diamonds on your ankle, I put minks on your back
Trap go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
Trap money comin’ in, thousand bags of gas
Walked in the Cartier store and I fucked up the stash
Good Actavis on, big Rolex on, that new bitch look like a check
15 bitches just came from England, sittin’ on a Global Express
Walkin’ in Fendi, no pretendin’, gotta have a lot of baguettes
Drop top, wintertime, we can’t turn down, 25 karats on my chest
14 keys on my desk, lookin’ like an Olympic
Hit my first lick, I went to Gucci then I spent it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Hundred racks, hundred racks, every day I juug a hundred packs
Walk out the door with it and you’ll never get your money back
200 racks, 200 racks, every month I make 200 racks
Call with a brick or what, how the hell you get off bond for that?
Broke ass niggas got the game fucked up
Tellin’ on niggas just to get their time cut
Wake up out my sleep and count some Freebandz up
Scooter get your money, stay away from them ducks
I’m not in the industry, I’m in the streets with bricks
In the streets with pounds, lay your bitch ass down
Send a ghost at one of you niggas, he won’t make a sound
God blessed me with these millions so I’ma keep ’em around
Street!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Murder be the case they givin’ niggas like us
First body we caught was off a Xan, school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Ku Klux
[?] fire, dogs, jump in his cage, you ate up, yeah

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Lupe Fiasco – Made In The Usa

[Intro]
The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
My Glock came from Smyrna, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco & Bianca Sings]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
"Fuck the Police" was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
This united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco & Bianca Sings]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Verse 5: Lupe Fiasco]
All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got slang from every region
And I be speaking stars and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (Bitch!)

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

[Outro]
All my Jordans come from Portland
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (Yeah

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Tabby – Yellow Belly (White Trash Album)

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden

[Verse 1]
Yo, watch the gawking. I know my style not too common
Yesterday’s tossed on after whiffing the laundry
The wife of Father Time picking fights to disarm me
We toe to toe like she hiked up them mom jeans
Pinch of Picasso mixed with whiskers of Dali:
Concoction of the artist currently raw as ahi
Talk’s cheap but you begging for a few bucks
Discovered couple glory holes post me fucking Ku Klux
Hokey-Pokey fist in pussy lips if they chose to run
Agony nagging, wants me to do her?
Shocker. Remove her tee: one in sink, two in the fuchsia
"How are you?"
Truth stretched like Dhalsim moves, "I’m doing super."
But mood took a dive. Sploosh
By 5, 7 fifths have piled, now all my cyphers haikus
Ditch discs disguised as tight tunes
Piff dyes lungs violet
Gold got your guts the like hue

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden

[Verse 2]
Looking forward to your callused corpse
Endorphins kicking more than panicked horses
Sitting stoned with gargoyles and we hella bored
I’m that antidote coursing through bandwagon norms, bitch
Ya’ll doing lines like a coked-up seamstress
Since ’93, funks in my jeans, ripped
Hipster, please. You ain’t fresh as me, shit!
Conk out easy hearing you get slept on
"I’m unique," you Tweeting? Obvious ya
Only played yourself since you been born
Weasley in a beanie plus Clockwork Orange
Equals treatment. Dosage: daily torture
One-hit fuck mugs plunge my porcelain then
Dumped when done. Chumps stacked. 300
Rugrat outnumbered? Fuck that, keep coming
Nutsack humungous as cat’s new hunger

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden

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LUPE FIASCO – Made In The USA lyrics

The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

My Glock came from Savannah, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
For the police was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
Bitch united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got ?? from every region
And I be speaking starts and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (bitch!)

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my Jordans come (from Portland/imported?)
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (yeah!)