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Harry Fraud – My Circle Lyrics (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro]
Yeah, Harry Fraud and Lil Boat
(live life and be happy)
Nights like this get remembered forever (live life and be happy)
Nights like this get remembered forever (live life and be happy)
Nights like this get remembered forever and ever and ever
(be happy)
[Chorus]
See these bitches, they Yatchy’s angels
And I got stripes just like a bengal
K$upreme pour an eighth in a Faygo
Keep my circle tight, shit’s smaller than a bagel
See these bitches, they Yatchy’s angels
And I got stripes just like a bengal
K$upreme pour an eighth in a Faygo
Keep my circle tight, shit’s smaller than a bagel
[Verse 1]
It’s Lil Boat, the youngest nigga in charge
I f**ked on your broad, I see why you mad
I take care of my mine
Make sure that my brother’s straight, make sure that my mama’s good
Get her up out the hood
Take her to a finer place, where she see brighter days
Ain’t go to worry ’bout bills gettin’ paid, no
I put that on my life, yeah
I can never love a bitch, can’t have no wife, yeah
Nothin’ permanent, so I live life like tomorrow is my last day, yeah
[Chorus]
See these bitches, they Yatchy’s angels
And I got stripes just like a bengal
K$upreme pour an eighth in a Faygo
Keep my circle tight, shit’s smaller than a bagel
See these bitches, they Yatchy’s angels
And I got stripes just like a bengal
K$upreme pour an eighth in a Faygo
Keep my circle tight, shit’s smaller than a bagel
[Verse 2]
K$upreme is my motherf**kin’ blood brother
Burberry Perry, that’s my motherf**kin’ blood brother
You cross the line, we gon’ have to aim it at your mother
I don’t play about my family, no
Erron, that’s my blood brother
Aston, that’s my blood brother, woah, yeah
SKT my blood brothers
Boom my blood brother, Earl my blood brother
Digital Nas, that’s my blood brother
Prince Greene, that’s my blood brother
[?] that’s my blood brother
Tray-Glow, that’s my blood brother
Poo Poo, that’s my blood brother
Ty-Her, that’s my blood brother
J Roll, that’s my blood brother
K-Man, Soop, and Kwaku, that’s my blood brothers
And everybody else, that’s my blood brothers
SKT and the DYC
And that’s my blood brothers
I run my gang and run my squad

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Lil Yachty – Worth It Lyrics

[Intro]
Mmm-mm, oh-oh
Oh-oh, Lil Boat
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?

[Chorus]
She don’t think she worth it
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect
Late night on the net, she be surfin’
Looking for a surgery to purchase
Mmm, shit I think you fine though
If that’s what you wanna do, it’s fine though
You gon’ be a 10 either way
I wouldn’t have you any other way

[Verse 1]
Ooh, you sophisticated (Ooh), educated
Held up for herself, it’s perpetuated
But she look in the mirror and get devastated, why?
She said I won’t understand ’cause I am a man
Baby, that’s alright, let’s take a trip out to the sand
I don’t give a fuck if your titties don’t stand
I won’t give a fuck if your lips kinda thin
You is still a 10
Let me come in
Get rid of your friends
Let me come in tonight
Let me come in tonight
Let me phone in tonight

[Chorus]
Ohh-oh-oh-woah
She don’t think she worth it
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect (She is)
Late night on the net, she be surfin’ (She be searchin’)
Looking for a surgery to purchase (Woah-oh)
Mmm, shit I think you fine though (So fine)
If that’s what you want to do, it’s fine though (All mine)
You gon’ be a 10 either way (A 10)
I wouldn’t have you any other way

[Verse 2]
True story, that’s my little baby
New Mercedes, go pick up your ladies
She a city girl, she be talkin’ crazy
She know it’s Yachty’s world, diamonds not fugazi (Not fugazi)
I love you for who you are
God don’t mess up at all
Even when he make us with flaws

[Chorus]
She don’t think she worth it (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
Late night on the net, she be surfing (La, la, la, la-la, la!)
Looking for a surgery to purchase
(La, la, la, la, la-la, la!)
Mmm, shit I think you fine though
If that’s what you want to do, it’s fine though (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
You gon’ be a 10 either way (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
I wouldn’t have you any other way (La, la!)

[Outro]
La, la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la

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Lil Yachty – Get Dripped Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Duh, run and lil’ bitch you get hit (bow, bow)
Came in that bitch with a stick (fsh)
Came in that bitch with lil’ kick (fsh)
I got that money I blow (what? fsh)
I’m in this bitch with Lil Meech (fsh, fsh)
I do this shit in my sleep, yeah
Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah
Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah
I’m in this bitch and I flee, uh
I put VVS on my lens (fsh)
Shawty can’t wait ’til we lean
Fuck with Lil K you get, fsh
[?] on your ass, you get, fsh
I play that 30 lil’ bitch, yeah
I need a mask for this heat, yeah
I need a gas for my bitch,yeah
You know that choppa don’t miss
You know that choppa don’t miss
I get the muthafucka lit
Double C all on my shit, yeah
Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah
Shawty gon’ fuck on my drip, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bih with some tint
They just wan’ peep on my drip
They just wan’ peep all this drip
I get that Glock on my hip
Bitch, I don’t fuck, I want lip
I fucked that bitch with no tip
I was just leanin’ in [?]
I just buy everything Philips

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah (ay, damn)
220 all on that rear, aye (ay)
I get the drip, you get dripped (ay, ay)
I fucked that bitch I’m a pimp (ay)
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp (ay)
I fucked that bitch, she get bent (ay, ay, ay, ay, okay)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, uh (ay)
Thugger lil’ bitch speak Ebonics (ay)
Shootin’ that Glock supersonics (bow, bow)
I drop a dub at Onyx (ay)
[?] that thing up ([?])
Beat from the back, she runnin’ (bih)
Pink Prada bag, I’m thumbin’ (bih)
[?] 30 round gunnin’ (bow)
Fuck what they saying, they pussy (fuck ’em)
Richest young nigga on gang (yeah, yeah)
I put them niggas on gang (ay)
They started snitching
Oops, back at [?] I was swiping
Oops, beat up that pussy, I’m Tyson
Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin’
[?] don’t call me (brr)
Rich white [?], Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry)
Keep one giant stick like Atari (like Atari)
V on my back like Bari (VLONE)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and Cash Carti go way back (ay)
Nigga don’t like me, then say that (okay)
20 years old in a Maybach (skrt)
Hoo! flexing (fuck it up, damn)
Young nigga flexing no 8 pack (uh!)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Damn (ay)
Damn (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bow, bow

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Lil Yachty – Peek A Boo lyrics

(feat. Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ricky Racks
Peek-a-boo, woo!
Peek-a-boo

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
Lil Boat
I’m not finna play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot
On his nose like Rudolph
Pull up to the scene, all white with the roof off
Take that lil’ bitch to the Ruth’s Chris
Fuck her, then fuck on her sister, I’m ruthless
Chill on the 6 when I’m fuckin’ on pucchi
That bitch was ugly, but pussy on smoothie (wet)
Play with that kitty like hello
Take a step back then I bust it, I bust it, I bust it like Melo
Aimin’ at you and your fellows
My new bitch yellow
She blow that dick like a cello
Fuck her then send that bitch home on the metro
Ooh, young nigga fly like a pigeon
Vercetti frames, they be hidin’ my vision
Make sure all my niggas eat, that’s the mission
No more wishin’, I’ma go get it, go get it, I got it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I’m not finna play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 2: Offset]
Open your eyes, bitch you see all this money
Made that lil’ bitch tape a brick to her stomach
You not the gang, we don’t kick it or punt it
Just bought the Wraith and I wrapped it, titanic
Look at the numbers, mechanics ain’t frontin’
I came from the lick, went to jail, I got punished, ooh
Pullin’ up foreign, Freddy Kreuger, wow
My niggas turn barracuda
You cappin’, I came from trappin’
I used to have the dope stashed in the cabinet (dope!)
Mama couldn’t tell me shit, where was my daddy? (Mom)
Look at my Patek, I’m flexin’, I’m petty (I’m petty)
I fucked the pussy the first time I met it
Won’t give you no credit, you Eddie spaghetti
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machetes
Married the money, the bitch wasn’t ready, uh, uh

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I’m not finna play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 3: Quavo]
New grey drop top Audi, 2013, yeah
White coco, butterfly wings, 2k17
Ice (ice), came out the machine (ice)
Came out the machine (ice baby)
Draco, Uzi, Tommy gun, SK (Tommy gun), all machines, brrrt
Yeah, hey, pull up on the side of ’em, skrrt
Let the clip ride on ’em
Ayy, fuck 12, open fire on ’em (fuck 12)
Open up fire on ’em (fuck 12)
Yeah, don’t tuck in my chain (nah)
I’m with the gang (gang,) hit you with range
Scattering showers, here come the rain
Icy Hot sleeve, these niggas in pain, hey

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Left wrist white, it’s the Patek (Philippe)
Bad white bitch with a fatty (unique)
Smokin’ on cookies from granny (trees)
Pocket rocket, go go gadget (go go)
I make a play, Madden (John)
I know it was some speculation ’bout who the one
But we invented the dabbin’ (dab)
Fuck it, we just let ’em have it (have it)
Draco for niggas with static (brrt, static)
I can do magic and make me a rabbit
With usin’ my karats (ice, woah)
Gelato package, I’m drinkin’ on Actavis, expensive habits (Actavis, mud)
Yellow bitch, Pikachu (bitch)
Cameltoe peekin’ at you (look at you)
Peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo

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Ocean Park Standoff – If You Were Mine lyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Ocean Park Standoff & (Lil Yachty)]
If you were mine (ooh)
If you were mine (ooh)

[Verse 1: Ocean Park Standoff]
Left to right, at the lights, we’re speeding down the road
Leave it all, all behind, everything you think you know
You been hurt but I won’t, won’t fix you, you’re not broke
What you are is beautiful to me

[Pre-Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff]
You could go left, but know I’m right
You gotta make, make up your mind

[Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff & (Lil Yachty)]
We could go anywhere, but if we take it there
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
If you were mine (ooh)
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Ocean Park Standoff]
Flashing light in your eyes, like fire as it grows
I can fly, no, but I, I never can let go
You been hurt, so have I, yeah, we got scars to show
But I swear, it’s worth it, wait and see

[Pre-Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff]
You could go left, but know I’m right
You gotta make, make up your mind

[Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff & (Lil Yachty)]
We could go anywhere, but if we take it there
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
If you were mine (ooh)
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Let me excercise your mind
Forget about the time, just for a minute
Let me take you to a different life
So you can fantasize, just wanna make it
We can go anywhere, to [?] everywhere
Baby, Lil Boat’s a millionaire, no, briefcase, questionnaire
Have you looking so pretty when we ride through the city
I’m the man with the power, now I’m feeling like 50 (Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff & (Lil Yachty)]
We could go anywhere, but if we take it there
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
If you were mine (ooh)
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh

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Lil Yachty – NBAYOUNGBOAT lyrics

(feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Lil Yachty]
Wop, skrt
Skrt skrt
Wop, wop
Skrt skrt, skrt skrt
I don’t know what you take me for ho
Wop, wop
I ain’t goin’ for it
Wop

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a bad bitch getter
Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don’t fuck with broke niggas
Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga
You ain’t know, now you know, nigga, Hi-tec pour a four, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Bitch roll me my sack before I come in
80 thousand dollars plus a jet on a backend
Twenty twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken
Brother locked up, he spent much time in the kitchen
We ain’t really with none of that pretendin’ and shit (pretendin’ and shit)
I got six Catholic hoes in here sinnin’ and shit (sinnin’ and shit)
Pour that shit up, bust it down (hoo)
Bought a new crib, it got several amenities (gang)
You gon’ get shot like the Kennedys (yeah)
Fuckin’ with Lil Boat and YB (doot, pew)

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Carbine it sound like a dump truck (trraaa)
Soon as I up, he gon’ back up (boom boom)
She wanna fuck, I’ma smash her (smash)
He want a verse, I’ma tax him (I’ma tax him)
Say you want smoke, it ain’t ’bout nothing
I know that nigga ain’t ’bout nothing (he ain’t ’bout it)
Bring out the boat when the flood coming
Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
I’m with the .38 baby, my neck see more water than the Navy (gang)
I was finna fuck your bitch, my nigga then I got lazy (ugh)
I saw your new watch, that shit cool but my shit crazy
Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy (yeah)
I’m with Lil Baby yeah, keep a .380, yeah (pew pew)
I’m with big Slime, yeah you know we goin’ brazy, yeah (slatt)

[Verse 5: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
17 with four babies, yeah
Lotta money, know they hate me, yeah
One on four, they try to play me, yeah
Shoot his ass right up in here (pew pew, pew pew)
Diamonds, they shine like a headlight (shine)
I keep that lil’ bitch if her head right
I’ma lay up and fuck on her every night (every night)
When I’m leavin’ I’m headin’ straight to the flight (no)
Got a tiger but no I’m not Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Scuff in the club like Fight Night (Fight Night)
I make that lil’ ho act right (act right)
I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right (bitch)

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Put that lil bitch on a Spirit flight (gang)
Return her next to me one night (nyoom)
We running and ducking from squad lights (hoo)I got 32 shots in the gun fight
These niggas sweet like a honey bun (sweet)
Don’t worry ’bout where my money from
At the crib, on the couch, we got huntin’ guns (doot)
Dissect his hand from his other arm (doot, doot, doot)
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a big bag getter (woo)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, never met a real nigga (bitch)
Never had six figures, my bitch do tricks nigga
I go by Lil Boat and I’m coolin’ with some real hittas (gang)
Whip on the wrist, that’s a brick on the fist, nigga
No light needed for this chain, it’s gon’ glist nigga (yeah)
VS, one stone, that shit not far from flawless
Fuck a pretty bitch, nigga, my money gorgeous, bitch (Lil Boat)

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Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults with the two cars
What that coupe cost? Get that tool off
What your jewels cost? What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults, I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brrrah!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (drip)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk (brrrah!)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brr, brr!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (cold)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10 (brr, brr!)
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’ (so I’m packin’)
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brr, brr!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (cold)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk (brrrah!)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you (pew, pew, pew)
Crib came with a court and some league officials (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (zine), chauffeured limosines (zine)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans (who)
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarossa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus (pew, pew, pew, brr)
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda (gang)
Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brr, brr!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (cold)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk (brrrah!)

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Macklemore – Marmalade (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Can’t nobody get up in my car today
Back seat feeling like a charter plane
Bumping Silkk Da Shocker Charge It 2 Da Game
Paint dripping like I’m whipping marmalade (whoa)
Look at the way that I’m shining
I don’t be checking the mileage
She said how much is that Rolie?
I said don’t worry I’m timeless
Watching Toy Story 3, that’s a great fucking movie
City of Jimi, Kurt, Quincy
City of me, Eddie, and Bruce Lee (whoa)
King of the road I drive slow like whoa
And I just switched over to Geico like whoa
Celebrating these life goals
But you ain’t getting no ride home

[Chorus]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
All eyes on me now
I be riding through Seatown
Taking pics when I eat out
Girls ask me to freestyle
Neighbors hate it when I speed out
I ain’t turning these beats down
GPS and I reroute
Chuck the deuce and I peace out
Sun roof tinted, don’t need your opinions
I be on my business, and you be on Tinder
And if I was single, I’d be right there with ya
But I’m committed, keep my dick in my britches
The women are moving their bodies
Sunset through numerous palm trees
Followed by the paparazzi
But they don’t get into our party
Tell the bell hop that I’m sorry
We 40 deep in the lobby
Travel the world with a posse
But soon I’ll be home
So call up my momma and tell her to pick up the phone
Cause I need that homemade lasagna that’s fresh out the stove
Grabbing the keys and I’m fresh out the door
King of my city whose next on the throne

[Chorus]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
When you hear that speaker sound, ound, ound
You know who it is, Lil Boat in your town
Whoa this beat so happy I will never frown
And my hair so nappy it’s gonna be a problem braiding it down
Oh no, oh no, we been grinding from the go
Jump start, I just bought a new whip, push start
Push the coup down the highway like a go kart
All my niggas keep that toaster with them like a Pop Tart
Make her moan and she sound just like Mozart
Pure art
I think they mad because I broke into the game with a crowbar
Top the charts, Hip Hop ain’t the same we the new stars
Rock stars, look at all my chains call them ice pops
Ring pops, let the rain drop on the wrist watch
Fuck the cops, and fuck Donald Trump, bitch it’s Macklemore and Lil Boat
Anything else you need to know

[Chorus]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

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Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?
Get that tool off
What your jewels cost?
What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults
I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

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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 Yachty – SELF MADE Lyrics

[Intro: Producer Tag]
Ch-Charlie Shuffler

[Hook]
Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh)
Bought myself a chain, kept it short ’cause I ain’t Jibbs (uh)
She gon’ let me fuck, she like that “Lil Boat” adlib (Lil Boat!)
And we at Liv (uh), later I’m in her ribs (uh)
I know she your bitch but I’m up first ’cause I called dibs (uh)
Niggas hate on me because I live the way I do (yo)
Hatin’ on a nigga, ain’t gon’ make a better you
Self-made nigga with a self-made crew (yeah)

[Verse]
Take my bitch from D.R. to Peru (uh)
And I’ll take my gang from the county to the moon (uh)
I promise I be ballin’ ’till it’s 2080 in June (yo)
I’ma keep rocking these chains while they keep callin’ me “coon” (uh)
And she ride dick like a broom (uh)
And I drop tops like it’s June’ (yo)
And you keep askin’ “When we gon’ do a song?”
I’ma keep tellin’ you “Soon” (yo)
Big rocks on my wrist, might see a fish dog, it’s real water (Lil Boat!)
Niggas better hide they daughter (uh)
Real raptor, Vince Carter (yo)

[Hook]
Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh)
Bought myself a chain, kept it short ’cause I ain’t Jibbs (uh)
She gon’ let me fuck, she like that “Lil Boat” adlib (Lil Boat!)
And we at Liv (uh), later I’m in her ribs (uh)
I know she your bitch but I’m up first ’cause I called dibs (uh)
Niggas hate on me because I live the way I do (yo)
Hatin’ on a nigga, ain’t gon’ make a better you
Self-made nigga with a self-made crew (yeah)

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Lil Yachty – Most Wanted

[Intro]
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Ah, ahhh, ah
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 1]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest
Like skrrt in a drop top (skrrt)
Damn, baby girl look so fine in that crop top (fine)
Why my name always in your mouth just like Pop Rocks? (yeah)
I don’t understand (no)
Take a pint on the jet, yeah that’s contraband (oh)
Diamonds keep me cooler than a ceilin’ fan (oh)
All this drink gon’ turn a nigga to the Michelin Man (no)
I gotta slow down, yeah
Fuck that shit, I’m pourin’ up now (yeah)
And my new choppa hold a hundred rounds (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I’m so happy, I can’t remember the last time I had to fake a smile, yeah

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 2]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (yeah)
I got 2, 3 cell phones (yeah), ring, ring
Pick it up, "Who is it?" It’s your main ho (brrt)
Your main ho, my gang ho
The same ho, she switched clothes
‘Cause I fucked her in a Range Rove (fuck, fuck)
Fired up (ooh), lay it up (ooh)
I can’t do (no), I can’t choose (no)
I’m gettin’ money, I’m gettin’ all the blues (yeah)
Lil Boat
Said I’m back and I’m better (yeah)
Know I look good ’cause my bitch pussy wetter (yeah)
Treat the stock of my Uzi as light as a feather
And the beam got me shootin’ like Kareem

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Outro]
From the East to the West (to the West)
All my fans the best (they are), all my bitches the baddest, like (yeah)
From the East (yeah)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (Lil Boat)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest, like…

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Lil Yachty – Most Wanted Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Ah, ahhh, ah
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 1]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest
Like skrrt in a drop top (skrrt)
Damn, baby girl look so fine in that crop top (fine)
Why my name always in your mouth just like Pop Rocks? (yeah)
I don’t understand (no)
Take a pint on the jet, yeah that’s contraband (oh)
Diamonds keep me cooler than a ceilin’ fan (oh)
All this drink gon’ turn a nigga to the Michelin Man (no)
I gotta slow down, yeah
Fuck that shit, I’m pourin’ up now (yeah)
And my new choppa hold a hundred rounds (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I’m so happy, I can’t remember the last time I had to fake a smile, yeah

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 2]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (yeah)
I got 2, 3 cell phones (yeah), ring, ring
Pick it up, “Who is it?” It’s your main ho (brrt)
Your main ho, my gang ho
The same ho, she switched clothes
‘Cause I fucked her in a Range Rove (fuck, fuck)
Fired up (ooh), lay it up (ooh)
I can’t do (no), I can’t choose (no)
I’m gettin’ money, I’m gettin’ all the blues (yeah)
Lil Boat
Said I’m back and I’m better (yeah)
Know I look good ’cause my bitch pussy wetter (yeah)
Treat the stock of my Uzi as light as a feather
And the beam got me shootin’ like Kareem

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Outro]
From the East to the West (to the West)
All my fans the best (they are), all my bitches the baddest, like (yeah)
From the East (yeah)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (Lil Boat)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest, like…

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ZumBee – Funday Onna Sunday

[Intro]
I don’t understand man
All these oldheads feeling like they
You know, just too old to have fun man
If you ain’t having fun, then why you doing it?
(You not too old to have fun)

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 1]
Let’s have a fun day
Monday through Sunday
Don’t want no gunplay
So watch what you say
And you gets no play
Like Bobby Boucher
Three bitches with me
Uno, dos, tres
Got three pretty girls with me and they tryna have fun
I only want you for one night so you can leave when I’m done
Heard your boyfriend got a frown, ’cause you swallowed all my sons
He might as well put it down, it ain’t no bullets in his gun
It ain’t no bullets in your gun and tell me why the fuck you on it
Fourth batter in the lineup, well bitch my bases loaded
Old bread stashed away for rainy days, it’s probably molded
School nigga turned street, when you got caught I know you folded

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop all that flexin’
Blue cheese, salad dressing
Sloppy top, yeah it was messy
With ease, ain’t it a blessing

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 2]
I can (yes), and you can’t (hah)
Big racks (bands), in my bank (cash)
Trash can (ooh), ooh he stank (psh)
He mad (mad) ’cause he can’t (can’t)
He tried to swim with a shark, he gon’ fuck around and drown
I heard they hate you when you up but they gon’ love you when you down
These niggas really ain’t your partners, can’t name one that’s really down
It’s only bosses in my circle, ain’t got time to sit around
We got bananas for you monkeys like we played in Jumanji
My favorite color green ’cause I’m in love with the money
Tryna add to the pot like the bees do the honey
Ate my plate, I need seconds, need it all in my tummy

[Pre-Chorus]
Whoa, they say they closed
Not for me, open them doors
Add cheese on number four
Wish you was me, I know, I know

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 3]
Tried to bring some people with me on this journey, they didn’t listen
Now my bases loaded full, I’m Michael J, he Scottie Pippen
Bitch we up, please check the score
When we was down man y’all was distant
My first hit was slept on, Banana Peels, I’m never slippin’
We can all have fun, Lil Boat to Budden Joe
So let’s all jump around until we reach another mode
Got a little taste of money but I swear I need some more
I’m a fiend for that paper sort of like I’m Curtis Snow
When the cows go moo and the sheep make a sound
Shiny goes boo, pretty ladies skip around
When the clock strikes two all the panties hit the ground
Bases Loaded be the crew, and bitch it’s ZumBee at the mound

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Outro]
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway

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Chance The Rapper – Tape Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug + Lil Yachty]
Chance the motherfuckin’ Rapper
With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I’m saying, the times
Lil Boat
Chance
Thugger!
Lil Boat

[Hook: Chance the Rapper + Young Thug]
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste
(She curious, she curious)
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
All I can hear is the third, ayy
All I can hear is the third, ayy
We don’t know none of your words, ayy
We don’t know none of your words, ayy
I love my women real tall, ayy
Type that can really play ball, ayy
You buy my hat at the park, ayy
Think I might really play ball, ayy
I got a link in my bio
My bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo
They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo
How can they call themselves bosses
When they got so many bosses
You gotta see what your boss say
I get it straight out the faucet
I ain’t felt like this since the third Drought, third Carter drop
Told my momma third grade I’d be in the third Barbershop
And yeah, my momma got real worried when she heard college drop
But now I call the shots

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I’m the only nigga still cares about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bad little mama, she gettin’ it Obama
She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna
She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma
Can’t see me, can’t be me, I’m ridin’ like a panda
That booty gon’ roll and it’s outta control
And these bitches gon’ fuck off respect and that loyalty
All my bitches lovin’ me and they spoil me
Rub me down with that lotion, babe oil me
Drinking Actavis, baby I’m showin’ me
In that choppa I see your perimeter
Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar
Wait one minute I told you
Yeah, I would like to know you
Yeah, you lucky like clovers
Yeah, the clothes no good
Mama I do it
The racks I pursue it
Just look at me baby
I came from the sewers
They love all the slime ball
Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog
I got me some rings like I’m Bruce Bowen
I’m ballin’ on you like I’m Chris Paul

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Am I the only one who really care about cover art?
Growing up I ain’t have my brother
‘Cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start
I ain’t know what that mean
I bumped heads with my dean
Dropped out and hit the scene
Now I’m stunting like bling
Time and time again, they told me no
They told me I wouldn’t go
‘Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes
Well, maybe that shit was my interest
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist
After 1Night the folks thought I was finished
I pinned my name to the game like a seamstress
Oh, bitch I bite like a gator
Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper
Did what I wanted, didn’t care about a hater
Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer
Oh, they fuck with me cause I’m different
New sound, new appearance
Bitch, it’s Boat from the 6
Give a fuck about a bitch
Walk out, my hand on my dick, I’m the shit

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

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Lil Yachty Talks Dismal “Teenage Emotions” First Week Sales “I Was Confused”

Lil Yachty says he was left confused and devastated when the first week sales for his debut album Teenage Emotions came in.

While the year started out great for the “Peek A Boo” rapper, for the most part, 2017 was a devastating year for him as he became the fast of whack rap. The rapper, who is known for his positive way of life and always smiling, went through some dark days with some hip hop fans and industry commentators, like Joe Budden and Charlamagne Tha God, openly trashes him on their platforms.

One thing particularly hit home for Lil Yachty and that was his first week album sales for his debut project Teenage Emotions. The LP was released in May and sold something like 44,000 in the first week of release. While some may say those numbers are not that bad, others may argue that for mainstream hip hop those numbers represent the worst of the worst. Even Yachty himself told Interview Magazine that the numbers left him dumb-founded at best.

“When I first released my Teenage Emotions album I thought that shit was fire, as you should! Then the sales came back and it did 44,000 first week and I was devastated and so confused, I worked so hard,” the rapper revealed. “But I disconnected with my fans because I tried to do this other stuff, you know?”

Yachty says he himself thought that the album was exceptional, but the fans showed him that he is not always the best judge of his music. Nevertheless, he has a chance to undo the damages caused by that project with his upcoming mixtape Lil Boat 2.

While there is no release date for the project, Lil Boat announced on Instagram Live that he has wrapped up the recording process. So it’s now time for his label to do what they do best and market and release his next body of work.

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Nessly & Lil Yachty – Guacamole

[Chorus: Nessly]
He said he heard I got it on me
Bitch I really got it on me
Don’t go playin’ with my money
Better pray to someone holy
Thumbin’ through this guacamole
Look at all this guacamole
Look at all this guap, it’s on me
Don’t fuck with my guacamole, yeah

[Verse 1: Nessly]
Niggas heard I got the Benz and they right
They always say the truth will come to the light
Nigga hatin’, I’ma cum on his wife
Don’t you think I don’t know where you reside
Spent the morning in a cop car
Now a nigga in a flight
Shawty know that I’m a rockstar
She just wanna live the life
Nigga say he sellin’ real Act
Hit the lean up with the light
Hit my liter with the Sprite
Put my lean up on the ice, yeah

[Chorus: Nessly]
He said he heard I got it on me
Bitch I really got it on me
Don’t go playin’ with my money
Better pray to someone holy
Thumbin’ through this guacamole
Look at all this guacamole
Look at all this guap, it’s on me
Don’t fuck with my guacamole, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
He said he heard I was a phony
Askin’ if my jacket stoney
None of my bitches be boney
Nipples built like pepperoni
Most these rapers tryna clone me
I remember bein’ lonely
Now these bitches tryna bone me
Daddy used to stay in Zone 3
Ninety thousand on the wedding ring
But I ain’t gettin’ paid no time soon
Shawty suck me like a vacuum
Her ass hot like it’s the middle June
Look at all this guacamole
Sock in her mouth like I’m in Follies
Guap all in a nigga’s pockets, thighs look like they swollen
Lil Boat

[Chorus: Nessly]
He said he heard I got it on me
Bitch I really got it on me
Don’t go playin’ with my money
Better pray to someone holy
Thumbin’ through this guacamole
Look at all this guacamole
Look at all this guap, it’s on me
Don’t fuck with my guacamole, yeah
He said he heard I got it on me
Bitch I really got it on me
Don’t go playin’ with my money
Better pray to someone holy
Thumbin’ through this guacamole
Look at all this guacamole
Look at all this guap, it’s on me
Don’t fuck with my guacamole, yeah

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Listen Nessly and Lil Yachty New Song “Guacamole”


Nessly and Lil Yachty team up for a new banger “Guacamole” produced by TM88.

The tasty banger features the two Atlanta rappers rhyming with auto-tune over an infectious beat. The track centers around the pairs wealth as they flaunt their money using catchy metaphors. For every other line that Nessly and Lil Boat bounce off each other they reference their possession, making it known that they are much richer than the average rappers out now.

“Shorty know that am a rock star / She just want to live the life / Ni**as say he selling real hair / Hit the lean up with the light / Hit my leader with the sprite / Put the lean up on the ice,” Nessly raps. During a recent interview with Complex, he revealed that the song was written from back in 2014. “Guacamole’ was a song I recorded in 2014. [Lil] Yachty always loved it and used to send me Snapchats of him singing along to it,” Nessly said. “While he was on tour he called me randomly asking if I had the beat to it still so he could record a verse. I thought it was pretty random but was on-board immediately. TM88 put the finishing touches on it.”

Listen to Nessly and Lil Yachty new song “Guacamole” below. You can also get the full lyrics here.

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Lil Yachty & Young Thug – On Me

[Intro]
Earl on the beat
Like any problems, is there any problems
Yeah, yeah
Jeffery
Lil Boat

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Thug]
Is there any problems (any problems)
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (yeah, yeah)
And they filled with hollows (brrt, brrt)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat!)
Country Thomas made Billy a promise (okay)
Ayy, say he never let a bitch divide their commas (facts)
Before they got rich they was some roadrunners
Puttin’ pipe in niggas’ bitches like a full plumber
They think a nigga stupid, I’ma act dumber (act dumber)
The whip seen more donuts than the nigga Homer (skrrt)
Ayy, drop her off at 5ths, tell her take a trip (take a trip)
Then I take her back home and nut on her lips

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Any problems
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (pew pew)
And they filled with hollows (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Catch me fucking on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Catch me fucking on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, these flooded Pateks on me
Can’t buy all that (woah, woah, woah)
Flyer than a eagle and a seagull and I’m on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Left wrist sittin’ on bricks (woah, woah, woah)
I’ll put these racks on your kids (woah, woah, woah)
Know you got a real big bag, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You think about a Jag, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’re poppin’ these tags, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
Makin’ love to the dick, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll slurp a nigga’s dick, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll squirt in my bed, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll suck it through the fence, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll swallow my kids, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
Won’t you?
I was on a helicopter
Cartier like binoculars
I was feedin’ a bitch lobsters
Santan’ like Dockers
I was drinkin’ too much, err
We was killin’ baller blockers
I was drippin’ in Nautica, err, err, err

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Is it any problems
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (pew pew)
And they filled with hollows (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

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A$AP Ferg & Ski Mask The Slump God – ILoveYourAunt

[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Rassclaat, big tunes selector!
Perfecto!
Ayy ayy ayy, huh, huh

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Been in the booth for days
I’m in a coupe with Dave
Roof on the ‘Rari gone
Hit it like Barry Bonds
I’m like a deadly arm
Spit it like d-d-d-d-d-d-dit!
Your bitch on my dick and she kissin’ the tip
Diamonds is blue, repping the Crip
I’m in Dior, rockin’ that Rick
Getting her top, rubbin’ her clit
Fuck a lil broad, she with the clique
Hammer go off, I’ma go click
Still live in Harlem, but I’m so rich
I go retarded, where my helmet?
Diamonds is froze, I need a mint

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
I gave her wood, just like a stump
Just like a camel, her back have a hump
Got dick on her head, just like a lump
Just like a honey she suck on my cum
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
I gave her wood, just like a stump
I hit your head with the back of the pump
Nigga you dead, you is a bum
Back in the day, would’ve tooken your lunch

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
I put pearls all on my easy breezy cover lover girls
Lavagirl, way you look upon my bitch’s magnificent curls
Smell like hurl, [?]
Smokin’ on a Backwood pearled
And like Mrs. Pearl, I’m with Lil Boat
Want a damn big boat, Burberry peacoat
Flow like Pandico, matter fact Diesel, yup
Gas, diamonds illegal, yuh
Digital dash, he still in that Beetle, yup
Nigga be fly, just like a beetle, yuh
Paula McCartney, your girl like Atari, no
Your bitch is my darling, eat dick like she starving, yep
Just like she Britney, she wanna clean my dick head like
I’m in her kitty, but I still treat pussy like I’ll go broke
Bobby and Whitney, smoking that dick she addicted to pipe
Death always near me, like Billy, Mandy, Grim Reaper and a scythe

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God & A$AP Ferg]
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
I gave her wood, just like a stump
Just like a camel, her back have a hump
Got dick on her head, just like a lump
Just like a honey she suck on my cum
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
How much wood would your auntie suck
If I act like a stump and show wood?
I gave her wood, just like a stump
I hit your head with the back of the pump
Nigga you dead, you is a bum
Back in the day, would’ve tooken your lunch

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WWTW – Yung Gleesh lyrics

Lyrics Yung Gleesh – WWTW

Ooh, oh lord
Lord, lord
Oh lord
Lord
Ooh, ooh, oh lord
Wwtw
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)

‘Cause I want to, f*ck her ’cause I want to
‘Cause I want to, designer ’cause I want to
Bitches f*cking, bitches f*cking, bitches money
I got money, come get money, some of this money
Monday through Sunday, I be in the trap bumping
Got yo thottie, f*cking Cartie for his clouty

Yah yah
Lord, lord
Oh lord
Lord
Ooh, ooh, oh lord
Wwtw
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)

Oh lord… oh lord, oh lord, I be fly as f*ck
Fly like white doves, all these niggas scrubs
It was just me and Chub in that black Beamer
Riding down the hill way, he was holding steam
Gleeshie Gleeshie, that’s my dawg, he keeps two red beams
I leave residue all on her face like a crack fiend
Brainstormin’ how we be the richest team
I done f*cked every b***h else in my dreams
Make that p***y cream, make the prettiest bitches scream
Oh lord, you blessed me with all these things
Twenty bands racked up in a nigga jeans
Came up off a night, b***h, Lil Boat king of the teens, I’m out.

Ooh, oh lord
Lord, lord
Oh lord
Lord
Ooh, ooh, oh lord
Working with the work
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)

Ooh, oh lord
Lord, lord
Oh lord
Lord
Ooh, ooh, oh lord
Working with the work
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Working with the work (Let go!)
I’m working with the work (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let go!)
Aye, aye (Let gooo!)
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Macklemore – Marmalade (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Can’t nobody get up in my car today
Back seat feeling like a charter plane
Bumping Silkk Da Shocker Charge 2 da The Game
Paint dripping like I’m whipping marmalade (whoa)
Look at the way that I’m shining
I don’t be checking the mileage
She said how much is that Rolie?
I said don’t worry I’m timeless
Watching Toy Story 3 that’s a great fucking movie
City of Jimi, Kurt, Quincy
City of me, Eddie, and Bruce Lee (whoa)
King of the road I drive slow like whoa
And I just switched over to Geico like whoa
Celebrating these life goals
But you ain’t getting no ride home

[Bridge: Macklemore]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down, yeah, you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face

[Chorus: Macklemore]
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
All eyes on me now, I be riding through Seatown
Taking pics when I eat out, girls ask me to freestyle
Neighbors hate it when I speed out
I ain’t turning these beats down
GPS and I reroute, chuck the deuce and I peace out
Sun roof tinted, don’t need your opinions
I be on my business, and you be on Tinder
And if I was single, I’d be right there with ya
But I’m committed, keep my dick in my britches
The women are moving their bodies
Sunset through numerous palm trees
Followed by the paparazzi
But they don’t get into our party
Tell the bell hop that I’m sorry
We 40 deep in the lobby
Travel the world with a posse
But soon I’ll be home
So call up my momma and tell her to pick up the phone
Cause I need that homemade lasagna that’s fresh out the stove
Grabbing the keys and I’m fresh out the door
King of my city whose next on the throne

[Bridge: Macklemore]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down, yeah, you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face

[Chorus: Macklemore & Lil Yachty]
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town (Lil Boat!)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
When you hear that speaker sound, ound, ound
You know who it is, Lil Boat in your town
Whoa, this beat so happy I will never frown
And my hair so nappy, it’s gonna be a problem braiding it down
Oh no, oh no, we been grinding from the go
Jump start, I just bought a new whip, push start
Push the coup down the highway like a go kart
All my niggas keep that toaster with them like a Pop Tart
Make her moan and she sound just like Mozart, pure art
I think they mad because I broke into the game with a crowbar
Top the charts, hip-hop ain’t the same we the new stars
Rock stars, look at all my chains call them ice pops
Ring pops, let the rain drop on the wrist watch
Fuck the cops, and fuck Donald Trump
Bitch, it’s Macklemore and Lil Boat
Anything else you need to know

[Bridge: Macklemore & Lil Yachty]
I be riding through the town
My music loud (Lil Boat!)
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass

[Chorus: Macklemore]
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

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Undertaker

Lyrics to ‘Undertaker’ by Ugly God:

–Ugly God’s producer tag–
Thanks, Ugly God

–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life

–Verse 1: Ugly God–
Now, that my name big on a banner
Bitch, look at my glamour, my middle name tanner
Fuck Donald Trump, ’cause I trap Bernie Sanders
Talk down on me, you’ll get hurt for the slander
I got your bitch and she wet like a tidal wave
Run up on me and I might take your life away
I bust a nut in your microwave
Bitch, I’m the shit, I stay lit like a fireplace
I’m Ugly God and I’m the undertaker, I’ma find your bitch and I’ma funnel cake her
Bitch, I’m rich, I got a ton of paper, I’ma fuck your bitch and get her number later
But wait, all of these bitches want cake, all of these niggas is snakes
I’ll take your bitch to my place, I’ll knock it down and I’ll shake

–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life

–Verse 2: Lil’ Yachty–
Hunnid grand for my initials
I’m not the one the one with the pistols
So I’m not the one you be watching
I’m [?], like the watchmen
Everyone is a lame, [?], like I’m undercover
Grab the shit, in the bag, break it up, fuck the cops
It’s yellow time, fuck a funk shine, got a mini fridge full of rave
She [?], like it’s ring
She wanna fuck on the team
Got a bad bitch from the Southside, all a nigga hear is “ring, ring”
So all she hear is “ching, ching”
And all she want is bling, bling
Lil’ Boat

–Hook: Ugly God–
I call a flight with your wife
I spent that price on my ice
She say, my diamonds on fleek
I pull up and fuck up her life
Watch how I thumb, through these bands
Now these hoes wanna be nice
All of these bitches is trife
Bitch, get the fuck out my life

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Playboi Carti – WWTW Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Ooo, oh lord

[Hook: Gleesh and Playboi Carti]
Lord, lord
Oh lord, lord
Ooo, ooo, oh lord
…with the work
I’m working with the work (let’s go)
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go), aye
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go), aye
Working with the work (let’s go), aye
I’m working with the work (let’s go), aye
Aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye, aye (let’s go)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ooo
Cause I want to, fucked her cause I want to (might just fuck yo)
Cause I want to, designer cause I want to
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, bitches money
I got money, come get money, some of this money
Money do something, I be in the trap, gotcho thotty
Fucking Carti for his clouty, yah, yah (what)

[Hook: Gleesh and Playboi Carti]
Lord, lord
Oh lord, lord
Ooo, ooo, oh lord
…with the work
I’m working with the work (let’s go)
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go) aye
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye, aye (let’s go)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Lil Boat, oh lord
Oh lord, oh lord
I be frightful, fall like white doves
All these niggas scrubs
It was just me and Chub in a black beamer
Riding down the eway he was holding steam
Gleechy, Gleechy that’s my dog
He keep 2 red beams
I love residue, I love her face like a crackbeam
Brainstorm high be the richest team
I done fucked every bitch that was in my dreams
Make that pussy cream, make the prettiest bitches scream
Oh lord you blessed me with all these things
Twenty bands racked up in a nigga jeans
Came up off a ???
Lil Boat ??? I’m out

[Hook: Gleesh and Playboi Carti]
Lord, lord
Oh lord, lord
Ooo, ooo, oh lord
…with the work
I’m working with the work (let’s go)
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go) aye
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye, aye (let’s go)

[Outro]
Ooo, oh lord
Lord, lord
Oh lord, lord
Ooo, ooo, oh lord
…with the work
I’m working with the work (let’s go)
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go) aye
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye, aye (let’s go)

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Steve Aoki – Night Call (feat. Lil Yachty & Migos)

[Intro]
Wo wo wo woo
Steve Aoki

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Woo! Woo! Woo! Brrrrrrrrt

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset!
When the night call
We can link up, we can all ball (ball!)
Molly, xans and all, 3-2-1 and we takin’ all
If we came to party, pour champagne we can drink Bacardi
And I’m ‘bout to go in, rave in the crowd Michael Phelps I dive in (rave-rave)
When the night call, night call
Roll the dice dawg, dice dawg (the dice!)
Hoppin’ in the white frog (white frog)
Livin’ like a outlaw (outlaw)
Shorty got a tight jaw
When the night call night call, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrrrrrrrt

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
When the night call pick up the phone
When the night call pick up the phone
Past 2 I’m an animal
My bitch ride bone like a cannibal
My party crazy like carnivals
Pull up them birds like a cardinal
I run up my sack check my cardio
Bitch it’s Quavo and it’s Lil Boat
Steve Aoki with the finger roll
Basketball like a seminole
In my party we fuck any hoe
In my party we fuck your hoe
When the night calls drop everything that’s done and run
We’re gon’ party ’til the sun come
No cameras just us
Put your drinks in the air
We don’t care who’s here
We don’t care who’s here ’cause we having fun in the bedroom
Give a fuck ’bout your feelings
Middle finger to a villain
Split his wig back now he peelin’
Dot on his head like that nigga named Krillin

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrrrrrrrt
When the night call night call, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo]
I wanna start up a riot (riot!)
I wanna fill up your tires
Steve Aoki throw the cake (Steve!)
I wanna throw me a pie (pie!)
That’s only when the night call yeah (night call!)
I wanna p-p-pipe y’all up
She wanna fuck but don’t know me(Smash!)
I put the ice in the Rollie (ice!)
I’m a champion Kobe (champion!)
This Migos Migos Steve Aoki (o!)
Play with that key like piano (ki!)
I’m in the jungle like Rambo (ju!)
Jump off the stage, Geronimo
Your pockets is dry like camel

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrrrrrrrt

[Verse4 : Takeoff]
Night call, diamonds shine with the lights off
Night brawl I’mma spray like Lysol
Bad bitch that ain’t my type nah (nah!)
Bad bitch pipe down for a pipe yah (pipe!)
I’mma need a condom with no flaw (cond!)
Lookin’ at my diamonds no flaws (diamonds!)
Wanna go to war we can fight for Geico
All I gotta do make one call (one!)
When I walk in, they applaud
Big back end and I never did frauds
Staring at my heart cause you never seen stars
Lookin’ at the door wanna know how they ajar
Night call yeah we know that
Migo makin sure they pullin out kodaks (flash!)
The trophy is Skydweller Rolex
My life is written in books like a codex

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrrrrrrrt

[Verse: Quavo and Lil Yachty]
This time I’mma show you somethin’
This time I’mma pull it up (pull it up)
This time I’mma light it up (light it up)
This time I’mma light it up (light it up)
That’s only when night call yeah (only when night call)
When the night call night call yeah

[Outro]
Yeah yeah[Fading]

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A-TRAK – Believe lyrics

Ahhh
Ahhh
Lil Boat and Quavo

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Verse 1: Quavo & Lil Yachty]
Look at the rocks
Ice on my watch (yah!)
When I’m on the block (block)
I run from the cops (cops)
Damn, did I forget to mention
All these racks on me, playin’ tennis
Brought my name in the World Guiness
Take them back to the beginnin’
Take them back to the beginnin’
Back before Lil Boat was winnin’
Back before I had a million
Back before I was car stealin’
These niggas act like they feel me
If I got caught slippin’ on my soap
I’m sure these niggas’d try to kill me
She said, “How rich are you?” Yo, I’m filthy
I perfect all my craft
Shoot a nigga like Shaft
I sell a million-dollar slab (M&M)
Then put your bitch in a cab (bitch)
Do a show out in Rio
I just do it for the Migos
First time I met a migo
I walked away with a kilo (kilo)
Got a brick, Shaq free throw
Hit the pot with the people’s elbow
Never go out like Nino (ayy)
I’m in the water like Nemo (ayy)
Who that is with the mink on? (ayy)
Look at my paper, Kinko’s (ayy)
Shoot at the block then reload
Shoot at the block then reload
Ball so hard, free throw
Bitch curl like a Frito (yeah)
Twenty bands, that’s for every show (yeah)
Got an Asian bitch, she loves egg rolls
Got a Black bitch with an attitude
When I tell her no, she just neck-rolls
Got a big sack and it’s so big
Boy I swear to God I just can’t fold

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Verse 2: Quavo & Lil Yachty]
She treat a nigga like a boss
I call my shooter, take him off
Hit the button on the nose
Young nigga taking off (yep)
Got a shotty sawed off (yep)
I’m ’bout to fuck her jaws off (yep)
Put your bitch on pause
They call me Quavo J Crawl
Middle finger to the law
Did what it takes to be boss
Did what it takes to be boss
Ayy
This for my niggas who don’t ever take a loss
This for my niggas locked up behind bars
This for my niggas who need an extra push
They hated me like Bush
But I’ma still rise, woah
And I put that on my guys
R.I.P. to all my soldiers in the sky

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Outro: Quavo]
Ayy, drop my top on my foreign
Ain’t no phones, no recording
Got my guap in the morning
In that coupe, Jeff Gordon

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A-Trak – Believe (feat. Quavo & Lil Yachty)

[Intro]
Ahhh
Ahhh
Lil Boat and Quavo

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Verse 1: Quavo & Lil Yachty]
Look at the rocks
Ice on my watch (yah!)
When I’m on the block (block)
I run from the cops (cops)
Damn, did I forget to mention
All these racks on me, playin’ tennis
Brought my name in the World Guiness
Take them back to the beginnin’
Take them back to the beginnin’
Back before Lil Boat was winnin’
Back before I had a million
Back before I was car stealin’
These niggas act like they feel me
If I got caught slippin’ on my soap
I’m sure these niggas’d try to kill me
She said, "How rich are you?" Yo, I’m filthy
I perfect all my craft
Shoot a nigga like Shaft
I sell a million-dollar slab (M&M)
Then put your bitch in a cab (bitch)
Do a show out in Rio
I just do it for the Migos
First time I met a migo
I walked away with a kilo (kilo)
Got a brick, Shaq free throw
Hit the pot with the people’s elbow
Never go out like Nino (ayy)
I’m in the water like Nemo (ayy)
Who that is with the mink on? (ayy)
Look at my paper, Kinko’s (ayy)
Shoot at the block then reload
Shoot at the block then reload
Ball so hard, free throw
Bitch curl like a Frito (yeah)
Twenty bands, that’s for every show (yeah)
Got an Asian bitch, she loves egg rolls
Got a Black bitch with an attitude
When I tell her no, she just neck-rolls
Got a big sack and it’s so big
Boy I swear to God I just can’t fold

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Verse 2: Quavo & Lil Yachty]
She treat a nigga like a boss
I call my shooter, take him off
Hit the button on the nose
Young nigga taking off (yep)
Got a shotty sawed off (yep)
I’m ’bout to fuck her jaws off (yep)
Put your bitch on pause
They call me Quavo J Crawl
Middle finger to the law
Did what it takes to be boss
Did what it takes to be boss
Ayy
This for my niggas who don’t ever take a loss
This for my niggas locked up behind bars
This for my niggas who need an extra push
They hated me like Bush
But I’ma still rise, woah
And I put that on my guys
R.I.P. to all my soldiers in the sky

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Outro: Quavo]
Ayy, drop my top on my foreign
Ain’t no phones, no recording
Got my guap in the morning
In that coupe, Jeff Gordon

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Calvin Harris – Faking It Lyrics (feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty)

CALVIN HARRIS
Faking It Lyrics (feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty)

Pray to god
But I’m feeling like he’s going deaf
Now when I lean on you and I got nothing left

Hey, I’ve been wanting to call ya
Tell you that I’m sorry
Same old f**king story everybody sing

And I say I’m okay
But I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay
But I saw that you liked it
2 AM and faded
I know that’s when you like it
Know that’s when you miss me
Know that’s when you crying

Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

Nowadays, I’m just a bitch to everybody else
(f**k you and you)
I don’t need no shoulders
I’m good crying by myself
(f**k you, too)
Ay, Moving on to chokers
You know I still adore ya
An unrequited love is just a lover’s hell

And I say I’m okay
But I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay
But I saw that you liked it
2 a.m. and faded
I know that’s when you like it
Know that’s when you miss me
Know that’s when you crying

Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby (Lil Boat)
(Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat)

I’m not gonna act like I don’t love ya baby
Cause deep in my mind, girl, you know I do (true)
Tried to search all through the world not well
But I can’t find a girl that lives close like you (no!)
I done made millions of dollars
But I’m still alone until I come home back to you (yah!)
I remember all of the times
We were parked by your house
And laughed out on your avenue
Whoa, you can’t front
You’re a stone cold diva (yeah!)
I had to get counseling from my moms
She’s a heartbreak teacher (oh, yah!)
Remember that time
I put those pepperonis on your face
Made you a creature
Now I think about you
Every single time I eat pizza, ooh

Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

Why you holding me?
Why you holding me?
Oh, she killed that shit
She was killing it
That was hard, bruh
I didn’t know she could get that high
But she killed that
Go Lani, go Lani

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Khalid – Young Dumb & Broke (Remix) (feat. Rae Sremmurd & Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Khalid]
So you’re still thinking of me
Just like I know you should
I can not give you everything, you know I wish I could
I’m so high at the moment
I’m so caught up in this
Yeah, we’re just young, dumb and broke
But we still got love to give

[Chorus: Khalid]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
We kept our last few hundreds (yeah)
Spread out just like a fan (hey)
She memorized my number (oh)
Same one from 2010 (oh yeah)
And we’re living it up, forget about sorrow (oh)
Party all night (night)
Same time tomorrow
Keeping my cool (cool)
Making my moves
Young, dumb and broke, dreams coming true

[Chorus: Khalid]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

[Verse 3: Khalid & (Slim Jxmmi)]
We have so much in common
We argue all the time
You always say I’m wrong
I’m pretty sure I’m right
What’s fun about commitment?
When we have our life to live (hey!)
Yeah, we’re just young dumb and broke (skrt, skrt!)
But we still got love to give

[Verse 4: Slim Jxmmi]
Never thought it would be like this (Sremm life)
I never thought it could be like this
Remember when I used to drive the hoopty, oh yeh
I’m coming in that Lamb’ I’m ’bout to scoop you oh yeh
I know the last time that you see me I was broke
Pull up for my city, graduated blue and gold
Tell me how to do it, you ain’t did this shit before
Y’all niggas winning if you watching peep the scope
We get it while we young dumb

[Chorus: Khalid and (Lil’ Yachty)]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
(Lil’ Boat)
Young dumb broke high school kids
(Lil’ Boat, Lil’ Boat)

[Verse 5: Lil’ Yachty]
Young, dumb and broke (yah)
Back in high school Boat was so emotional
Now I’m super rich and everything I do is so promotional (yah)
I didn’t finish college, so my momma thought I wouldn’t be shit
I had to prove her wrong (yah)
That’s why I talk about her now in every single song
Had to struggle for a while (I did)
Just so I could live it up when it’s time to live (ok)
I knew something had to give (yah)
Broke as hell using lyft
I could never get a lift, now they all want one from me
Stay away from the thing, message from the King of the Teens

[Chorus: Khalid and (Lil’ Yachty)]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke (Lil Boat)
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada (it’s the American Teen and the King of the Teens)
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

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Gucci Mane – Both (Remix) (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I don’t usually do this but the drink has got me moody
Got me thinking ’bout decisions man
I should’ve left with Juvey
Got me bustin’ with my cutie
I can’t trust her nor her booty
Every night, she actin’ new school, I am not gon’ be a student
I got class, I got trash, I got bills, I got pills
Heard them boys gon’ write me off
Hope they also writing they wills
I got beam, I got flash, I got dreams and nightmares past
I’m allergic to the (brrrr) I’m using wings to wipe my ass
Right now I’m high as shit, I’m on a bumble [?]
I just got out my bitch, felt like the sunken place
She give me drunken face, she give me highest praise
And when I’m in LA, I’m smoking Kobe Bryant eighths
I watched my father whip the yay up like some mayonnaise
Mom’s would come home, they would argue he didn’t put away the plates
Taught me how to do my dirty, clean up at the same time
Right now I’m on a couple percs & leaning at the same time
Remix baby, Tunechi!

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies, I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners, bruh, where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up, hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty but this ain’t a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get left-overs out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside