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Dave East – Bentley Truck (feat. Chris Brown & Kap G)

[Intro]
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood nigga?
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood nigga?
Only got two
Four door

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Waiting for my driver to come pick me up
This foreign shit gon’ fuck the city up
Got em in they feelings cause we really up
80 thousand cash in the Bentley truck
Pulled me over, think I got a brick
In my hood they tell me I’m the shit
You’ll probably find me in some private shit
With more gold than a pirate ship
Slick Rick 100 chains on
Niggas throwing shots but they probably miss
I’m probably with a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hopping out
That’s why I put my work by the fence
That’s why I hit the percs by the bench
Bentley truck swerving, it ain’t got no tint

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 2: Dave East]
My momma begging me to stop it
Smokers begging me to cop it
Out the pot, on the table chop it
They’ll do anything to make a profit
Your shit is trash, I’m not hearing it
Louis Vuitton and black pyramid
Gucci or Prada or Dolce Gabbana, it ain’t bout a check I’m not hearing it
Expensive designer, I’m wearing it
I used to wait in the trenches
50 baggies on a mission
They told me I needed a therapist
You could get hit for a pair of kicks
Dice game, we gon’ run it back
Treat the block like Merrill Lynch
.45 on me, don’t care where I went
Couple Russian hammers, some American

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Bitch i’m the man with the juice
I got diamonds on top of diamonds and my niggas they stay on the news
I stay sipping, water whipping, fresh out the kitchen
I bought her the bag and the shoes
And I might let my bitch drive the foreign
Mix the molly with pineapple juice
I want the pussy right now, where you going?
Look at me baby, you know you won’t find nothing better
Don’t look at me crazy, you know they ain’t on my level
And girl I’m in the Maison Margielas
When I make it rain, you gon’ need an umbrella

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 4: Kap G]
.45 on me like MJ, oh
I’m at Benihana’s eating shrimp steak, oh
In the Bentley truck with the semi tucked
Fuck those pussies, they don’t wanna see me up
Goyard, had to put the Fendi up
Niggas with the plug tell them ring me up
After the club I’m probably go (?)
Taking that shit and you know we gon’ spray you
She give me face, I ain’t talking about make up
Fuck her from the back, pull out her lace front
All I ever wanted was some designer
Partner you with the Kap, no 49ers
I’ma beat the pussy, I’m Adrien Broner
She spit on that mic and I might just go sign her

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
All my niggas rocking good
All my niggas active
It’s 50 for a line nigga, 250 for the active
Bitches they the baddest, and they just wanna be fucked right
After party girl we get naughty, sorry

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

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Miranda Lambert – Six Degrees Of Seperation lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn in boyfriend button down Levis
In the saints town I can’t seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain’t moving on
Threw the quarter in an old street case
And I’ll be damned, he started playing our song

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
But I’m out of your reach geographically
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

[Verse 2]
Hailed a cab up in NYC
Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench
Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch
Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts
I swear to god, son I’ve been here before

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
I’m out of your reach geographically
You still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

Well, it’s six degrees of separation
Yeah, it’s six degrees of separation

[Outro]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979