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Drakeo The Ruler – Take It How U Want Lyrics

shit these niggas vicious
Say it to my face, these niggas be sneak dissin’
Maison Margielas the same as my Beretta
Grab a shoe and wear it, these niggas be Cinderellas
Made it thunderstorm, blew your umbrellas, who do it better? I body bag opponents
Niggas got that crooked face bitch but Drakeo put you on it
[Outro]
Mister Mosely, damn take it how you want it, bitch
Ten chains on bitch, my neck hurt, shit, ugh
It’s regular Sheesh, tell these niggas shut they f**kin’ mouths
The grinch just stole Christmas, Easter, and another pouch
What you want? Lightning, brightening, frightening, my wrist a thundercat
Bop me, top me, slop me, can I come home to that? Poured a five, I’m gone, let Mister Mosely rap
Grimy, shiesty, sniper, he went culdesacs
Margiela, Maison sweater, can’t get two old for that
Get crucified, the Ruler, know where my throne is at
Own me, owe me, clone me, but you can’t do this here
In V’s with Bathing Ape, ’cause I ain’t new to this
Big banc uchie for sure, this ain’t a crucifix
Ugh, she show mud, they know just who it is
I am Mister Mosely, got niggas shootin’ kids
I really don’t condone it, my life of Judases
Snakey, snakey, snakey, send fire through the pits
My hitman treacherous, Bino, he known for shootin’ kids
ISIS, crisis, for a hundred I could call him in
He crazy, sprayin’ me ‘fore he even get to say I’m in
Never say never but I ain’t never tryna see the pen
Fix your face, you mad but I just came to win
Could never build a label when niggas is showin’ favoritism
And watch your mouth or what’s gon’ happen, you know just what it is
Stinky stinky chinky, homewrecker to the kids
Drakeo calm down for what? [Verse]
I’m a nightmare, don’t fight fair, but we ain’t come for that
Look my face is covered in blues, what’s that, a hundred stacks?

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Jeremih – Don’t Tell ‘Em Remix v.2 Lyrics

[Intro: Young $torm & (YG)]
We got
Jeremih, Offset, French Montana
Let go!
(Mustard on the beat ho!)

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh…

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Kodak Black – Black Cat

[Chorus]
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past

[Verse 1]
Same night me and Debo took the Mazda, bih we crashed
Bentley Bentayga, snapping like I lost a fucking crab
They caught the helicopter, I don’t want y’all to think I’m tryna flex
Nigga, what’s your f’n problem? I’m on that Effen vodka, smoking gas
Yeah, beep, beep, I’m the nigga roadrunning to that cash
Fuck a frisbee, I’ll spin n’ bend a nigga like I’m Taz
Fuck my daddy, I can’t believe I nutted out your sack
Fuck my daddy nigga, it’s me and my momma sons like I’m Nash
I made my son king, put this crown on, fuck a ski mask
I swear to god, I get a hard on when this heat blast
Type it like a spacebar, fuck a keypad, think I keep that Mac
Hot shifter, can’t control my pace, command, delete his ass

[Chorus]
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past

[Verse 2]
I’m hooked on phonics, hooked on Phoenix balling like I’m Steve Nash
Promise you ain’t see me, I was in Buffalo with Ray
How you finna cut the hole, y’all just bad
In Charlotte, made a movie with that poker, left a scab
In Raleigh, fell in love with fraud, [?] on that slazz
Steady scheming, burying cheese and burying pieces in the grass
Controversy between the both supremacies, they gone be mad
Martin Luther King, last night I had a dream about his ass
No Rosa Parks, them shooters posted in the back
Nelson Mandela, rocking Maison Margielas, remember wearing Shaqs
Life’s a gamble, play the hands they dealt me I’m a wizard at blackjack
In the Jaguar XF, putting a spell on you late night in the black cat

[Chorus]
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling in the past

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Kodak Black – Black Cat Lyrics

[Chorus]
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past
Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass
I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag
Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half
I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past

[Verse 1]
Same night me and Debo took the Mazda, bih we crashed
Bentley Bentayga, snapping like I lost a fucking crab
They caught the helicopter, I don’t want y’all to think I’m tryna flex
Nigga, what’s your f’n problem? I’m on that Effen vodka, smoking gas
Yeah, beep, beep, I’m the nigga roadrunning to that cash
Fuck a frisbee, I’ll spin n’ bend a nigga like i’m Taz
Fuck my daddy, I can’t believe I nutted out your sack
Fuck my daddy nigga, it’s me and my momma sons like I’m Nash
I made my son king, put this crown on, fuck a ski mask
I swear to god, I get a hard on when this heat blast
Type it like a spacebar, fuck a keypad, think I keep that Mac
Hot shifter, can’t control my pace, command, delete his ass

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I’m hooked on phonics, hooked on Phoenix balling like I’m Steve Nash
Promise you ain’t see me, I was in Buffalo with Ray
How you finna cut the hole, y’all just bad
In Charlotte, made a movie with that poker, left a scab
In Raleigh, fell in love with fraud, [?] on that slazz
Steady scheming, burying cheese and burying pieces in the grass
Controversy between the both supremacies, they gone be mad
Martin Luther King, last night I had a dream about his ass
No Rosa Parks, them shooters posted in the back
Nelson Mandela, rocking Maison Margielas, remember wearing Shaqs
Life’s a gamble, play the hands they dealt me I’m a wizard at blackjack
In the Jaguar XF, putting a spell on you late night in the black cat

[Chorus]

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Gucci Mane – Moon Walk

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Hee-hee)
Wop, it’s Gucci
Mike Will, burr burr, burr burr

[Hook: Akon]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that wood
Shoulda seen that hoe moon walk
Screamin’ out, “Daddy, you so good”
Watchin’ you gettin’ to it
Cause you’s a freak, and I knew it
Fuckin’ it backwards and forwards and sideways (hee, hee)
That pussy be sore for like five days (hee, hee)
Oh, moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane’s a smooth criminal
Billy Jean is not my lover
But I’m so motherfuckin’ hot
I got Elvis Presley’s precious daughter
You can be my baby
It don’t matter if you’re black or yellow
Balmain jeans and matchin’ sweaters
Moon walkin’ in Maison Margielas
King of Pop, come rock with me
Show you who bad, I beat it, beat it
Taking all kind of prescription pills
Like Michael Jack, I’m super kinky
Super freaky, gangster geechie
Gucci give you that gangster love
Diamonds dancin’ on my pinky
Like it’s Michael Jackson’s glove
Like Janet Jackson, scream for me
Like Joe Jackson, I’ll slap ya up
I’m dangerous, I’m off the wall
It’s Thriller when I’m in the club
Beat that pussy so good
That she use the same ad-libs Michael does (hee-hee)
Now turn around and back it up

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Moon, moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that pole
Look at that girl moon walk
You screamin’ “Oh, baby, you so good”
And I’m watchin’ you gettin’ to it
You a freak, and I knew it
Backwards and forwards and sideways (hee, hee)
That pussy be sore for like five days (hee, hee)
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Caucasian women, Black women
Spanish, Russian, Asian women
Fall out when I touch their hand
They rush the stage like Michael did it
Live my life like Michael Jackson
Made more stars than Michael Bivins
Like Michael Jordan, livin’ legend
I’m the best that ever did it
White diamonds, Elizabeth Taylor
White folks money crazy paper
Vegas mansion, Cali ranches
Monkeys, tigers, zebras, pandas
Giraffes and panthers, I’m so handsome
On stage with a hundred dancers
I got so much fuckin’ money
I could buy one hundred Phantoms
I’m Jackson 5, but Gucci dolo
I’m so dope, I’m goin’ solo
I’m so high, might pull a no-show
So leaned out, need take a lodo
That’s your hoe but she a thot though
She just moon walked through the door though
I’m the Wiz and you the Skep
This ain’t Motown but I want some more dough

[Hook: Akon & Chris Brown]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that wood
Shoulda seen that hoe moon walk
Screamin’ out, “Daddy, you so good”
Watchin’ you gettin’ to it
Cause you’s a freak, and I knew it
Backwards and forwards and sideways (hee, hee)
That pussy be sore for like five days (hee, hee)
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Ha!
It’s Gucci
Moon walkin’

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Gucci Mane – Moon Walk (feat. Chris Brown & Akon) letras

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Hee-hee)
Wop, it’s Gucci
Mike Will, burr burr, burr burr

[Hook: Akon]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that wood
Shoulda seen that hoe moon walk
Screamin’ out, "Daddy, you so good"
Watchin’ you gettin’ to it
Cause you’s a freak, and I knew it
Fuckin’ it backwards and forwards and sideways
That pussy be sore for like five days
Oh, moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane’s a smooth criminal
Billy Jean is not my lover
But I’m so motherfuckin’ hot
I got Elvis Presley’s precious daughter
You can be my baby
It don’t matter if you’re black or yellow
Balmain jeans and matchin’ sweaters
Moon walkin’ in Maison Margielas
King of Pop, come rock with me
Show you who bad, I beat it, beat it
Taking all kind of prescription pills
Like Michael Jack, I’m super kinky
Super freaky, gangster geechie
Gucci give you that gangster love
Diamonds dancin’ on my pinky
Like it’s Michael Jackson’s glove
Like Janet Jackson, scream for me
Like Joe Jackson, I’ll slap ya up
I’m dangerous, I’m off the wall
It’s Thriller when I’m in the club
Beat that pussy so good
That she use the same ad-libs Michael does (hee-hee)
Now turn around and back it up

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that pole
Look at that girl moon walk
You screamin’ "Oh, baby, you so good"
And I’m watchin’ you gettin’ to it
You a freak, and I knew it
Backwards and forwards and sideways
That pussy be sore for like five days
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Caucasian women, Black women
Spanish, Russian, Asian women
Fall out when I touch their hand
They rush the stage like Michael did it
Live my life like Michael Jackson
Made more stars than Michael Bivins
Like Michael Jordan, livin’ legend
I’m the best that ever did it
White diamonds, Elizabeth Taylor
White folks money crazy paper
Vegas mansion, Cali ranches
Monkeys, tigers, zebras, pandas
Russian panthers, I’m so handsome
On stage with a hundred dancers
I got so much fuckin’ money
I could buy one hundred Phantoms
I’m Jackson 5, but Gucci dolo
I’m so dope, I’m goin’ solo
I’m so high, might pull a no-show
So leaned out, need take a Lodo
That’s your hoe but she a tho though
She just moon walk through the door though
I’m the Wiz and you the Skep
This ain’t Motown but I want some more dough

[Hook: Akon & Chris Brown]
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I make that bitch moon walk
Slidin’ up and down that wood
Shoulda seen that hoe moon walk
Screamin’ out, "Daddy, you so good"
Watchin’ you gettin’ to it
Cause you’s a freak, and I knew it
Backwards and forwards and sideways
That pussy be sore for like five days
Moon walk
Beat that pussy up so good
Man, I made that bitch moon walk
Moon walk

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Ha!
It’s Gucci
Moon walkin’