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Rich The Kid – No Loyalty Lyrics

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[Chorus]
These niggas ain’t loyal, you can’t trust ’em (You can’t trust ’em)
If I had the choppa, I’ll bust ’em (I’ll bah)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin’ (Nothin’)
There ain’t no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (Erghh)
I’ma ball in your face just so you can see (You can see)
Put Chanel all on my bitch ’cause she like double C (‘Cause she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can’t pay the price of loyalty (Of loyalty)
Why you talkin’ ’bout the bag but you can’t pay the fee? (You can’t pay the fee)
[Verse 2]
I can’t trust you niggas, y’all ain’t loyal (Y’all ain’t loyal)
Bought my bitch all the designer, and now she spoiled (And she spoiled)
And when your nigga stab your back, then what you gon’ do? (Then what you gon’ do?)
I ain’t surprised ’cause all this bullshit I done been through (I done been through)
And I’m pullin’ out the Rolls Royce, not a rental (Not a rental)
I bought a new car for my sister and my mama too (And my mama too)
And if I lost my closest friends, I wouldn’t know what to do (Wouldn’t know what to do)
Even if I had no friends, I wouldn’t fuck with you (Woo)
[Chorus]
These niggas ain’t loyal, you can’t trust ’em (You can’t trust ’em)
If I had the choppa, I’ll bust ’em (I’ll bah)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin’ (Nothin’)
There ain’t no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (Erghh)
I’ma ball in your face just so you can see (You can see)
Put Chanel all on my bitch ’cause she like double C (‘Cause she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can’t pay the price of loyalty (Of loyalty)
Why you talkin’ ’bout the bag but you can’t pay the fee? (You can’t pay the fee)
[Verse 1]
Now my money getting old like it’s classy (Like it’s classy)
I can see through all y’all niggas like some plastic (Like some plastic)
Count my money by the brick, I’m livin’ lavish (Livin’ lavish)
Boy, it’s all cap, you ain’t no savage (That’s cap)
And my bitch wanted a Birkin, I just bought her three (Three)
I just came up from the dirt, I ain’t get shit for free (Free)
What you busy niggas know ’bout loyalty? (You can’t pay the fee) (Loyalty)
I just paid my nigga’s fuckin’ lawyer fees (Free)
[Chorus]
These niggas ain’t loyal, you can’t trust ’em (You can’t trust ’em)
If I had the choppa, I’ll bust ’em (I’ll bah)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin’ (Nothin’)
There ain’t no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (Erghh)
I’ma ball in your face just so you can see (You can see)
Put Chanel all on my bitch ’cause she like double C (‘Cause she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can’t pay the price of loyalty (Of loyalty)
Why you talkin’ ’bout the bag but you can’t pay the fee?

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Lil’ Baby – Grace Lyrics (feat. 42 Dugg)

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg & Lil Baby]
Got a lotta new flames need ’em blue
Three hundred fifty thou’, times that by two
New down the roof, I still the sky
Peace to my grandma, I still see my guys
Hurtin’ this bad must feel like dyin’
Heard a thou’ seven hundred, what you gon’ bet now? Yeah, you used to twerk bitch, a vet now
Luke, get up, doggy, I need you
Only nigga made sure that I was eatin’
Free Nef still, nigga, RIP Reese
Get her nails done, still charge for the feature
Baby, we ain’t that, nah, we ain’t this
All that f**kin’, I don’t do no kiss
Bitch ain’t shit, word to my niggas
All in my mansions (Yeah)
Bitch really wanna get higher
Tell the lil’ hoes I’m Bryson
I done hit more shit than Mike Tyson
Get popped, nigga, I ain’t doin’ no fight
Sendin’ my cash, I ain’t doin’ no right
Car too fast, can’t stop at no light
I hit the gas, skrrt and I pull off
I’m on they ass, I just took a year off
She shakin’ her ass, call me when she get off
Took half a mil’ for my lil’ bro to get out
That new Richard Mille made me feel like a boss
Feel like I’m Meech when I’m runnin’ these cars
Who you know? Nigga, f**k on
Thirteen thou’ VVS, Buffs on
Still a flooded nigga, time worth a truckload
Get to hatin’, I’m out, I don’t trust hoes
If the feds in the house, a nigga told on me
I pray to God my soul to keep
G5, just be as murder
Gotta get picked up, doggy I’m hurt
Still paid the lawyer even though I’m nervous
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Thou shall not try one of us, if they do I’ma bust
Please don’t reach for no chain
Not ’bout the set, but it’s more ’bout respect
If they get me upset, they gon’ die, that’s on gang
Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank
They greet me at the door by my government name
I made a promise, I’m never gon’ change
Rolls Royce umbrella, I’m hopin’ it rain, yeah Pull up, whole entourage in a foreign
I got designer for days but it’s somethin’ about ’em
Go crazy for white Air Force One, maybe ’cause I’m a dope boy
He be live but he ain’t makin’ no noise
‘Ventador on the ground like a skateboard
If I want it, I get it, I pay for it
I pay extra, I ain’t tryna wait for it
Everything that I got, it was made for me
I was servin’ them trap houses faithfully
Everybody with me gotta eat
Say you grace with me
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Thou shall not try one of us, if they do I’ma bust
Please don’t reach for no chain
Not ’bout the set, but it’s more ’bout respect
If they get me upset, they gon’ die, that’s on gang
Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank
They greet me at the door by my government name
I made a promise, I’m never gon’ change
Rolls Royce umbrella, I’m hopin’ it rain, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Right back on it, designer my garments
Corner store mornings, there until the sun down
I don’t trust no one, I can’t put my gun down
Goin’ number one now, how this sound? Hands down, bands out, pants down, yeah, I’m thuggin’
I done got rich, everybody my cousin
He ain’t servin’ no packs with me, he ain’t my brother
El Chapo go through shit, I call her “The Cutter”
I just bought a new whip, I went bought another
My mother, she happy now
Ain’t no cap and gown, but I graduated
Her house paid for, and that new Mercedes
Know you that they been tryna be me lately
I’m a heavy hitter like Gervonta Davis
That shit ain’t gon’ save ’em, leave ’em on the pavement
All I know is get this motherf**kin’ paper
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Thou shall not try one of us, if they do I’ma bust
Please don’t reach for no chain
Not ’bout the set, but it’s more ’bout respect
If they get me upset, they gon’ die, that’s on gang
Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank
They greet me at the door by my government name (Hello?)
I made a promise, I’m never gon’ change
Rolls Royce umbrella, I’m hopin’ it rain, yeah
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Bitches ain’t shit, doggybone, I get it
Fell in love twice, had me in my feelings
Three months, dropped damn near a half a million
Nigga, f**k a house, I damn near lost a building
f**ked nigga’s hoes, so he say he wanna kill me
I miss Terri, she was different
I miss Nef, rest in peace to my nigga
Damn near wasn’t there when they told me they killed you
Try and rat?

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Jay Fizzle – Blue Hunnids Lyrics (feat. Flippa)

Check out my gangster niggas, what it do? I come from the trenches, now everything’s new
I check out my trap, walk in, what it do? Need all my hundreds blue nigga, need all my hundreds blue
I popped me a new seal nigga, gotta pour more than a two
I stop in the hood, what it do? I come from the trenches, now everything’s new
I check out my trap, walk in, what it do? I come from the trenches, now everything’s new
I check out my trap, walk in, what it do? Check out my gangster niggas, what it do? Need all my hundreds blue nigga, need all my hundreds blue
I popped me a new seal nigga, gotta pour more than a two
I stop in the hood, what it do? Check out my gangster niggas, what it do? I come from the trenches, now everything’s new
I check out my trap, walk in, what it do? [Intro: Skippa Da Flippa & Jay Fizzle]
Whole gang
It’s Fizzle with me nigga
Big Grape
Flippa
[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
I don’t wear Fendi, chase after benjis, only Givenchy
I only call gangsters, I know they shootin’, they leavin’ no witness
You say that you slidin’, you know I’m ridin’
I am so geeked up I could be the pilot
Jump in the Wraith and I feel like I’m gliding
Drive with my knee, empty clip while I’m driving
Gotta keep at least twenty cash on me
I grip that stick when I’m feelin’ lonely
Red dot FN, you know that it’s on me
Ninth grade, I trapped dimes and nickels
I’m at the bando, it’s just me and Fizzle
Baby chopper and that bitch do a lip do
Bag large, the back end’s never little
I rap like a riddle (Flippa)
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Need all my hundreds blue nigga, need all my hundreds blue
I popped me a new seal nigga, gotta pour more than a two
I stop in the hood, what it do? Check out my gangster niggas, what it do? [Verse 2: Jay Fizzle]
Two bands for the shoes, I want twenty bands all blue
I f**ked the bitch, pass the bitch to my creew
Only with gangsters allowed in this room
Thousand dollar pack, got the racks in the roof
X and the bad bitches, your strap is food
I hit the blunt then I fly to the moon
Take your lil bitch then I give her back to you
A thousand blue hundreds bitch, that’s a half a mil
Brand new Rolls Royce bitch, that’s a half a deal
Pour a whole eight bitch, that’s a half a seal
Another thousand bows bitch, that’s another mil
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Need all my hundreds blue nigga, need all my hundreds blue
I popped me a new seal nigga, gotta pour more than a two
I stop in the hood, what it do?

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Rick Ross – Rich Nigga Lifestyle Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin’ war‚ but have you lived first? I’m just here to keep it real‚ not make you feel worse
May be a lost cause‚ but let’s still search
Until the day I die, holdin’ my guns high
Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I? Rich gangbangers, y’all ain’t even know they make those
Double caseloads, push buttons, I got say-so
When it’s war time, never lay low, y’all play roles
I can’t name a fake nigga that was not exposed
How y’all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told? Fuck a bird box‚ I wanna see my brother fly
No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
Walkin’ down the block holdin’ my boom box
Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks
They gon’ keep us in the ghetto ’til we move out
And we need some better books stocked in that schoolhouse
Rolls Royce weather
Rich dirty nigga‚ it took so much effort
I don’t give a fuck about who sold more records
Bein’ self-made give me so much leverage, Boss
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look (Maybach Music)
How many niggas on your payroll? Ain’t a real street nigga ‘less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O’s
In the back of the ‘Bach, rock a lot of gold
Rap music on the charts like it’s rock and roll
Add somethin’ to the art, make a lot of dope
Gotta play my part from the start ’cause that’s all I know
Double M’s, double R’s, nigga, all I roll
Court side, goin’ viral when them punches thrown
On Crenshaw takin’ pictures like we Rich and Po
‘Nother rich rap nigga, word to Ricky Roz’ (Maybach Music)
Yeah
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Heard they wanna put ya boy to rest just like I’m Malcolm X
Jealous of my point-of-view, watchin’ the sunset
I just keep on movin’ so you won’t catch a contact
All my dirty niggas showin’ me where the love at
Drop the top, candy painted, haters eliminated
Take a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it
Rich nigga, dirty game, I’m talkin’ Nick Saban
Rich reignin’ every day, whiter than Dick Cheney
Dirty nigga, but my sneakers new
She can go and get the two-door in a week or two
Dirty nigga with a couple things I could treat her to
Or maybe send her to the jeweler just like Meek’d do
Real niggas that was born to kill
Dirty niggas touchin’ 40 mil’
40 cars on the sporty wheels
Gold bars in my shorty wheels
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle
[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the commas
They say the more money, more problems
But you don’t really want these problems
So watch what you say to me
Shorty, come easily
You ain’t who you claim to be
I’m just tryna keep it real
Ain’t no fucks around here
‘Cause we’re self-made
This forever is the lifestyle
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out, yeah (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle
[Outro]
M-M-M-Maybach Music

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Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

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[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

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2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

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Gunna – Cash War Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Auto)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Drip)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

[Verse 1]
Can’t save ’em
Kicked her out after I slayed her (Slayed)
Been got sauce, I got flavor (Flavor)
Saks Fifth, ho, you dreamt it, I paid for (Paid for)
New crib, got a lot of acres
The way you suck, you can get an A plus (A plus)
If she break, you can get your brain bust
Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Chain bust)
Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Ah)
Got any young thang, get you real rocks (Real rocks)
Three color diamonds on your wrist
I have three or four, you can get a plain watch (Plain watch)
Hundred twenty thousand dollars on the plane, watch
Rose gold when she with me, what you ain’t got
Pop a pussy nigga, leave him shell shocked (Shell shocked)
I’m a bigger dripper with Chanel socks

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

[Verse 2]
White Range Rover with the beige guts (Beige)
Got a table, had to pay and she paid, boss (Paid)
She wax her pussy, she don’t use a razor (Nah)
Diggin’ in it like I’m tryna dig a grave, huh (Grave, huh)
Why you wanna ask me for a favor?
Swear to God that won’t work in your favor (Fave)
Stack a lot of cash, I got layers (Yeah)
I been ballin’ and I’m livin’ like a Laker (Laker)
Ridin’ on my nigga, get a pay cut
When the milli come inside, we’re the makers (Makers)
Red and black Billy like a Raider
Run it to your front door like a cater (Cater)
Jump man, I’m an alligator
When I bite, I get shit tailor (Tailor)
Told her let’s play whoever tried to play us (Play us)
Should I diss ’em? Nah, nigga feelin’ way up

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

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Lil Baby – Crush A Lot Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
And they braggin’ ’bout bitches, I promise we hit ’em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil’ shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ’bout

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil’, then it’s times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon’ all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
He gon’ knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’
Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
Can’t get caught with another gun
They gon’ know me when I’m gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It’s like switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, gettin’ in my zone
Do my job, ain’t see no wrong
I’m never talkin’ on them phones
Feds gon’ try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what’s goin on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon’ suck it up like a bowl of rice
I’ma give it to them niggas every time

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

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Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
Yeah, I’m on the run
Here I come, I’m with your mom
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

[Verse 1]
Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

[Verse 2]
I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
She say she want it in her butt
I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
I’m a kingpin, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
You said that you riding (you said)
You said you in (yeah)
You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
This codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (woah)
I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say
Chanel, she can get a little today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

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The Neptunes – Rock N Roll lyrics

(perfomed by Fam-Lay)

[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm…yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil’ nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I’ma take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac’ coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil’ young’n runnin’ wild as hell
Runnin’ round wild trynta get that mail
Lil’ shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain’t from the hood, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]
But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I’m the candyman, I got mo’ than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
But Fam! don’t try to roll up (Star Track)
Don’t make me pull these motherfuckin’ fo’s up
Cause it’s like that

[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]
The fiends is dyin’, things is lyin’
Missin’ on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin’
Right on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo’s, them bit-ches straight shinin’
But y’all niggaz don’t know bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon’ spit
I ain’t no punk and I ain’t no snitch
From a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn’t me
I’ll be on the curb movin’ dubs and d’s
And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught then it was to be
I’ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin’ them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain’t from the hood, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin’ and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin’ and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it’s so damn clean

[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin’ for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin’ all jealous, lookin’ mad as hell
Actin’ like lil’ girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
I would’ve kept shootin’, but I had a sale
See, I’m a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin’ for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
Wont’cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin’s in my veins – you cannot stop it
Walkin’ on the block with life in my pocket
I’m trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain’t from the ghetto, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

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Migos – Higher We Go (Intro) lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the-

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put these racks in your face
In your face, show you that you lame
I’ma stash these M’s at my place
In my place, but no I’m not the bank
I’ma pull that coupe out to race
Who wanna race? We livin’ that fast pace
I’ma pull these hoes, I don’t chase
Hit these hoes, get ’em right out my face
I’ma pull the strap close case
Hit a nigga hard, send him dat way
I’ma put the gang on your plate (gimme the plate, ayy)
You can’t eat on my plate (no eatin’)
Mount it up like the horse on Raris (yeah, skrrt, ayy)
Beat that pot like Ortiz, yeah (beat it)
Two feet runnin’ from the feds (yeah, 12)
All these niggas lookin’ like they scared (yeah, pussy)
Lock a fuck nigga like these dreads (yeah, pop ’em)
Pick a nigga off for that bread (yeah, hey)
We can go there if you want to (where)
I’ll come down if you want to (down)
Load up the rounds if you want to (rounds)
Hop out, see what you gon’ do (yeah)
We can go there if you want to (there)
I’ll come down if you want to (down)
Load up on the rounds if you want to (rounds)
Hop out, gotta see what you gon’ do (hey)
We don’t play with dem lil’ boys out here, naw, naw, naw (don’t play)
Big boy bosses all in my seminar (bosses)
Big boy Wraith had them bitches seein’ stars stars (Wraith)
Stock me out, I don’t need no rims on cars (hey, hey)
It’s okay (okay)
Icing, Icing glaze (icin’ glaze)
I don’t take breaks
Shit, I’m ’bout to go blaze? (‘Bout to go blaze)
What’s yo’ page? (Woo)
Slide in the DM like snakes (slide, slide)
The coupe got blaze (coupe)
The coupe got wings with blaze (skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (culture)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (ha)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The higher you go (go), went through the most (most)
We get to fly, you float (float)
No Malone, but I post (Malone)
Migos, you know we the goats (goat)
Bag of bread, call it loaf (loaf)
I shoot at that boy, then reload
Walk in the trap in the soul (walk)
Come to my jeweler, get froze (ice)
Snatch your soul
Come to the north, then we snatch your gold (snatch)
I had to set up the plug the other day
What he was taxin’ for? (for what?)
I do it for culture
Bigger than Oprah, Mayweather 50-0, culture

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (yeah)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (high, high, high)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (high, high, high)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo, ha)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset!)
150 a choker (choker)
Flooded my wrist, it’s soakin’ (flooded)
Split up the waters like Moses (split)
I done put furs on the loafers (fur)
Rolls Royce nightmare, I’m a ghost (Rolls Royce)
Let’s have a codeine toast
Niggas ain’t gettin’ no stain on me
No drip, don’t trip, my gang with me (don’t trip)
Come to the bando, stop playin’ with me (bando)
Got bricks on bricks, it’s rainin’ kis (bricks)
Niggas can’t hang with me
Lay ’em in the dirt, they restrain from me (dust)
Bust down the plain Philippe (bust)
She bought me a Wraith, unique (Wraith)
You thots want to fuck, they in heat (thot)
A million, I bring home a week (M and M)
She a lil’ beast (beast)
Fuck around lookin’ for the keys (smash)
Got the trap disease (trap)
Please keep the cap from me (cap)
Count up the rack, proceed (rack)
First, see what I got and then leave (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (yeah)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (hey, hey, hey)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (culture)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo, woo, ha)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

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MoneyBagg Yo – Rolls Royce

[Intro]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Back on road, you know what I’m sayin’, like
Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what’s up
Ayy this how I’m livin’ and feeling, I’m talkin’ ’bout accurate shit
Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I’m sayin’
True story, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 1]
Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)
When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)
Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)
He gon’ disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon’ miss him
Closed casket, can’t kiss him (mwuah)
Bitch I’m lit up (bitch I’m litty)
Alphabets VVS’s shine like glitter (shine like glitter)
See I’m flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)
Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)
Two years in and I’m still the hottest nigga (Bagg)
Them niggas on the other side trippin’, I was in your hood homie
Draco ridin’ shotgun, interior match the wood on it
Bitch I’m riding Wraith (Wraith)
Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn’t safe (aw)
And if you talkin’ bout smoke, we gon’ blow that in your face

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 2]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Hundred hundred I shoot
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
I’m filled to the rim, that’s too much juice
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I’m a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I bang the Five, that’s the Fen Ball, ayy

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Outro]
I’m in the R-R (what is you riding?)
That’s a Rolls Royce, not Rover
Look at the star-stars (I’m outer space)
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Mask on, October
I’m in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
I’m on three drugs, I ain’t sober
This shit over

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Moneybagg Yo – Rolls Royce Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Back on road, you know what I’m sayin’, like
Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what’s up
Ayy this how I’m livin’ and feeling, I’m talkin’ ’bout accurate shit
Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I’m sayin’
True story, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 1]
Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)
When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)
Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)
He gon’ disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon’ miss him
Closed casket, can’t kiss him (mwuah)
Bitch I’m lit up (bitch I’m litty)
Alphabets VVS’s shine like glitter (shine like glitter)
See I’m flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)
Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)
Two years in and I’m still the hottest nigga (Bagg)
Them niggas on the other side trippin’, I was in your hood homie
Draco ridin’ shotgun, interior match the wood on it
Bitch I’m riding Wraith (Wraith)
Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn’t safe (aw)
And if you talkin’ bout smoke, we gon’ blow that in your face

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 2]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Hundred hundred I shoot
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
I’m filled to the rim, that’s too much juice
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I’m a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I bang the Five, that’s the Fen Ball, ayy

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Outro]
I’m in the R-R (what is you riding?)
That’s a Rolls Royce, not Rover
Look at the star-stars (I’m outer space)
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Mask on, October
I’m in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
I’m on three drugs, I ain’t sober
This shit over

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YFN Lucci – At My Best Lyrics

[Intro]
June your a genius
Know we started from the bottom nigga
Think It’s A Game
You know you don’t hustle you don’t eat nigga
You know if you broke you don’t sleep nigga
You know, long live all my niggas
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Look, aye keep that Glock by my tommy
Boy you know you pussy like right beneath her lil’ tummy
I am the bomb and I advise you pussies stay far from me
[?] high come drummin’
Flow sick I might vomit
Drop a brick on they head they better not hit no stomach
All this lead in this pencil I’ma erase sum
I’m from the gutter where snitches wear wires
Ridin’ with mack and I ain’t talkin’ bout that boy off of The Wire
Mack 11 on my side but that boy not a minor
Make me come find ya
Know I’m havin’ like your boss make me come sign ya
You know that yapper bring the bitch up out him
They know a punk bitch ain’t ever got shit up out him yeah
Aye I can only hear the money you copy
Play wit my dawg and we gon bring it to ya door like we tryna make sure you got it
I use to make the honor roll but I ain’t make it through college
Aye nowadays I might push the Rolls Royce down Collins

[Chorus]
At your best, you are love yeah
Look, see we were broke I had to make sure we got it
I swear it took a long time but I still went and got it yeah
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya

[Verse 2]
I love cheese like a rat, nigga you a rat
My bitch weave cost a rack
And bitch we don’t internet beef we just wack shit
Louie backpack stay filled with them jacks in it
Diamonds dancin’ like Michael my bitch a Janet
I’ma put my brother on and have my man’s lit
Aye you know Boxdale with that pull up sprayin’ shit
Aye ain’t a dollar in this world to make my man switch
You wear a skirt nigga, that ain’t no man shit
They checkin’ everybody but the one they hang wit
Got my niggas down bad, lil’ niggas tellin’ on my niggas and you proud of that?

[Chorus]
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya yeah hey

[Outro]
At your best you are love, ain’t a thang they could say bout me
I’ma talk my shit nigga, fly nigga

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Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

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Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

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Migos – Higher We Go lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the-

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put these racks in your face
In your face, show you that you lame
I’ma stash these M’s at my place
In my place, but no I’m not the bank
I’ma pull that coupe out the race
Who wanna race? We livin’ the fast pace
I’ma put these hoes out on chase
Hit these hoes, get them right out my face
I’ma pull the strap close case
Hit a nigga hard send him dat way
I’ma put the gang on your plate (gimme the plate)
You can’t eat off my plate (no eatin’)
Mount it up like the horse on Rari’s (Skrr)
Beat that pop like ortishia
Two feet running from the feds (yeah)
All these niggas lookin like they scared (Yeah, n*gger)
Lock a f*ck nigga like these dreads (yeah)
Pick a nigga up for that bread (Yeah)
We can go there if you want to
I’ll come down if you want to
Load up the rims if you want to
Hop out see what you gon’ do
We can go there if you want to
I’ll come down if you want to
Load up on the rims if you want to
Hop out gotta see what you gon’ do
We don’t play with dem lil boys out here naw naw naw (Don’t play)
Big boy bosses all in my seminar (bosses)
Big boy wraith had them bitches seein’ stars stars (Wraith)
Stunt me out I don’t need no rims on cars (hey, hey)
It’s okay (okay)
Icing, Icing glaze (Icing glaze)
I don’t take breaks
Shit, wana go blaze? (’bouta go blaze)
What’s yo’ page (whoo)
Sliding on in like snakes (slide, slide)
The coupe got wings
The coupe got wings with blaze

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The higher you go, went through the most
We get to fly, you float
No Malone, but I post (Malone)
Migos, you know we the goats
We breaking bread, call it loaf
I shoot at that boy, then reload
Walk in the trap in the soul (walk)
My jewelry looking froze (ice)
Snatch your soul (snatch)
Come to the north, then we snatch your gold
I had to set up the plug the other day, boy, he was taxing folks
I do it for culture
Bigger than Oprah, Mayweather 50-0
Culture

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset!)
150 chokin’ (choker)
Flooded my wrist, it’s soakin’
Split up the waters like Moses
I done put furs on loafers
Rolls Royce nightmare, I’m a ghost (Rolls Royce)
Let’s have a codeine toast (toast)
NIggas ain’t getting no stain on me
Don’t trip, don’t trip (don’t trip), my gang with me
Come to the , stop playing with me
Bricks on bricks, it’s raining keys (bricks)
Niggas can’t hang with me
Lame in the deal, they restrain from me (dust)
Bust on the plane, Philipe (bust)
She bought me a Wraith, unique (Wraith)
You thots want to f*ck in heat (thot)
A million, I bring home a week (M and M)
She a little beast (beast), f*ck around looking for the keys (smash)
Got the trap disease (trap)
Please keep the cap for me (cap)
Count up the rack, proceed (rack)
First see what I got, then leave (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

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O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed

My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

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Jay Rock – King’s Dead lyrics

Part I

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

Part II

[Intro: James Blake]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
Fuck your mom, f*ck your family, f*ck your drive
Fuck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

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LIL KIM – Took Us On Break lyrics

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb n*gger, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing sh*t like the Reaper
Buying sh*t for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

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Lil Kim – Took Us A Break

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb pussy, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/lil-kim/-/took-us-a-break.html]
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing shit like the Reaper
Buying shit for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

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Lupe Fiasco – KJazz

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
If you rolling around Los Angeles right now
This one right here is for you (keep it true)
And they say, and they say, and they say, and they say, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Sunsets Los Angeles undressed like
The sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets
Then hit Hollywood boulevard like spars
Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars
Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois’
Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars
Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare
What we’re doing is ordering Ubers to Soho JoJo, everything is bizarre
Malibu and [?} sitting lonely in the Rolex when these Denny’s mirage
In-N-Out bagels, Katsu your crab rolls, Easter laid food trucks, bossa nova mastros
Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search
Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side
More holla hill shops, house party chill spots
Valley versus ills in the south central will shops
Saudi’s versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?]
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz

KJazz
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

If you see nighttime out there, tell her I said hello
Kjazz

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Future and Young Thug – Real Love Lyrics


(Intro: Future)
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

(Pre-Chorus: Young Thug)
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keypad, no key to my doors
And we made love!

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future)
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
Show me the love to my friends b*tch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the rich
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f**ked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter, jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my ni**a tell it
Up a hundred mil !
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant and I took off the veneers
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the Kel-tec, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

(Interlude: Future)
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Verse 2: Future)
I don’t give a f**k about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk ni**a, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I didn’t measured it so I’m higher than Aladdin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GT and fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Outro: Future)
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

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FUTURE – Real Love lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keep adding on keys to my door
And we made love

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Show me the love to my friends bitch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to the ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f*cked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it
Up a hundred mil
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the killtech, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

[Interlude: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t give a f*ck about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I done measured it so I’m higher than Aladin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Outro: Future]
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

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D.R.A.M. – Gilligan (feat. A$AP Rocky & Juicy J) (Uncesored)

Big headed, long stick
Fucked up, turnt too
Do it big headed, long stick
Turnt up, turnt too

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Look, I got hella shit
Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
I got diamonds, too
Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
Bitch, don’t call my bluff
If you want one, then meet me at the crib
You know what it is
Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool
Girl, your ‘fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude
Get put in your place and that’s out my place
So please, be nice
All this in your face, you can’t get out my face
We know your type

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith
I got stripper hoes snortin’ blow, dancin’ at my place
I got hella pounds from the plug that I’m ’bout to face
Three Six Mafia probably fuck yo mama back in ’98
Sippin’ on purple rain like champagne
Niggas gon’ make a toast
And that weed and shit that you passin’
If a nigga don’t choke
Rolls Royce, I’m flying, sauces drippin’
Same color as the smoke
Thousand niggas with me, in the street
Nigga look like the Pope (Oh shit, nigga!)

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Need a vitamin, wait a min’
Better yet, a Ritalin for my adrenaline
If I’m up in my feelings, better pay the man
Like motherfuck a middle man
Like I’m the shits with the shits
Fuck another nigga bitch again off the shits again
Island boy like I’m Dominican
On repeat like a ceiling fan
All pink like I’m Killa Cam
Palms, feet, let her feel the sand
On the beach like I’m finna tan
Black and proud like a brother man
Make it rain like the weatherman
Bust your head, fuck a settlement
Captain save and never sell again

Gone off the shit again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the shit again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, yeah, ay
Lost just like Gilligan, ay, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like Gilligan, ay
Gone off the shit again, ay, lost just like

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FERGIE – Hungry lyrics

This special, biggest, global
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fergie]
To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest

[Chorus: Fergie]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I fuck up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings

[Chorus: Fergie & Rick Ross]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

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Kid Ink – Bad Ass Lyrics (ft. Wale & Meek Mill)

KID INK
Bad Ass Lyrics (ft. Wale & Meek Mill)

[Hook: Kid Ink]
I’m feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house
I’m throwin’ this money, like it’s no runnin’ out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle
And drop it down the pole, like it’s a fire?
Now let me see just what you doin’ with your bad ass
I can’t help but watch you movin’ with your bad ass
Let me see just what you doin’ with your bad ass
I can’t help but watch you movin’ with your bad ass

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I’m feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl, it’s your show, now bring it back, rerun
I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant
Lookin’ up in the sky, I said I love watching you elevate
High as you ever been, we’re gettin’ hella bent
Ball so hard, I deserve me a Leatherman
Man, let me see that cake, cake, cake, like etamine
Ass up, gon’ take it down like a sedative
That’s a negative, ain’t nobody wetter than her
Better get familiar like a motherf**kerin’ relative
Though you see the fireworks, you lookin’ where my section is
All this money fallin’ in the air like it’s confetti, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]
I’m the man of the hour, money and power
And I’m on my Lafitte, so I let got Geechee shit out me
And the city is ours, where the killers devour
Where the niggas lift slippers, and the victims left a few flowers
Okay?
Where the c-dog, know what I mean now, cool?
Better be loud when I leave that room
Knowin’ how you move, how you got good shoes
When the heat on niggas be like “whew”
Young nigga with some old riches
In the coldest swimming I be with, we on the cold bitches
The broad left me, I swear that I’m p-noid, you get me?
Dough – and of course she got them cakes but I’m tryin’ to see that throat
35-O-O my code
We high, chuggin’ on that dope
Turn around, girl let a nigga know
Double M, young Olu, go!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m feelin’ like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These niggas is haters, they know that we eatin’
I got a bitch in Jamaica, find it tough when we speakin’
I get your chick and I take her, talkin’, got a boat for the weekend
I’m just a young nigga out there ballin’
All these bad bitches callin’
Rollie off like a new obelisk
In the big Rolls Royce, can’t park it
Got gold rims on my Aston Martin
Now I’m rollin’ up in that foreign
I said all my bitches bad, foreign
And you can rent our last Aston Martin
Hold up –
I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch on InstaHam
Pyrex pots that’s instant grams, drop that work that’s instant bands
And I’m sittin’ man, on a couple mil’
Swear my life’s so f**kin’ real
Back to the wall like “f**k the world”
And niggas say f**k me, I’mma f**k their girl

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Now go ahead with that bad ass, and fast cash, right, dash past
Them silicones, that bad ass, got cheese out, the rat trap
Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
Just move it to the bass slap, the bass slap like the mackest
No question we turnt up, workin’ on my fourth cup
Been throwin’ all this money like the ass is for purchase
Very important person, don’t take it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it’s a movie, ready for the show!

[Outro]
Show off
Show off
Show off

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Gucci Mane & Ralo – Sometimes (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1 – Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stopping
Catch me squeezing and popping
Gucci speeding in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Moving them birds got a ni**a walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that s**t I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my s**t off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you f**k with me it gong be your life on the ground that matter

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherf**king jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These ni**as lying
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as pop up

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3 – Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me s**t cause I’m gon take it from em
I hated from em
Pull up on em, now we take your bomb, he looking dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bi**h a crumb
And she still gon give me some ni**a
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bi**hes be negative
None of these ni**as competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro – Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

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Gucci Mane & Ralo – I Know It (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These niggas lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some nigga
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these niggas competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

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21 Savage and Amber Rose Blasts Critics Of Their Relationship

21 Savage and Amber Rose are a full on couple now and they are getting a lot of hate on social media.

The Atlanta rapper and the blonde bombshell have been dating for a few weeks now and things are moving so fast that she already introduced him to her family including her son with Wiz Khalifa, Sebastian. While this is good publicity for 21 Savage who has a project coming out this Friday, it certainly is enough to warrant a response from him.

Last weekend, 21 Savage posted a video of himself and Amber Rose riding in her Rolls Royce while he poured his heart out to her. “The world don’t know how good of a person you are… It’s like they really don’t know how you put everybody before them and how good you are,” the “X” rapper said. “I am glad I met you.”

Since posting the video on social media, a lot of 21 Savage fans are calling him soft, while some are saying that he is setting himself up for some major disappointment given Amber Rose reputation among rappers. Savage responded on Twitter to his critics saying, “Ni**as really think a man expressing his feelings to a girl is soft but y’all will tell da ni**a who gone snitch on you u love him everyday.”

#PressPlay: #21Savage got #AmberRose blushing, chile! #BaeWatch

A post shared by The Shade Room (@theshaderoom) on Jun 30, 2017 at 8:52am PDT

#BallerificCouples – #AmberRose #21Savage

A post shared by Baller Alert (@balleralert) on Jul 3, 2017 at 11:23am PDT

Amber Rose also posted this meme on Instagram telling her haters “I love a romantic hood ni**a.” Her new boo 21 Savage agrees with her.

Thugs need Love too ?

A post shared by Amber Rose (@amberrose) on Jul 2, 2017 at 2:58pm PDT