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2 CHAINZ – Good Drank lyrics

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM!
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent!
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an estate
Trying to make me a mil
So I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m collecting the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard my momma [?] purse is back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

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Anderson .Paak & Knwxledge – Get Bigger / Do U Luv (Yes Lawd! Album) letras

Part I: Get Bigger

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
I left home at 17 had to lighten the load
I was young but I was keen to survive on my own
In the fall gotta get it with my brother Elhaj
Shopping work, bagging groceries, pushin’ them carts
I was grateful to be working but say my back is hurtin’
I don’t think it’s the purpose, no this can’t be the call
At night, I workin’ grave, just counting the time
On my break I wrote a song ’bout the love of my life
This ain’t right
Couple dollars and change
Walking home in the rain
Jump in the front of the train
Bitch, I might
On top of the roof, empty bottles of brew
Take a hit of my J, I’m in flight
Closing my eyes visioning in Monte Carlos with tinted windows and balling legitimate
Open my eyes I was in the same predicament
The next day I called in; said “I quit”
Bitch, I get bigger
[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
You and me have to get bigger
I’m jumping the wall, raising the ball
Taking no bullshit
You and me have to get bigger
I’m legit, I’m legit

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
Too on, everybody rooting for me since I got a new jawn
Other bitch was too corny
My routine, fixing turkey and cheese
Now I got a new broad who can run and cook for me
Couldn’t tell a nigga nothing, she couldn’t do wrong
Had my nose wide open I could sniff a cue-ball
Tenderoni, taking all of my time
It’s the power of the P-U-S-S-Y, ain’t that right
Split up the bank, gave her all of my change
Coppin’ diamonds and rings
I can’t lie
Stomach to leave
She said, “Music or me?”
The fuck do you mean, this ain’t right
Closing my eyes visioning
Living with this bitch could end up giving me instant misery
Open my eyes, she was kissing my constituent
I threw that bitch off the cliff
And as I get bigger

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
You and me have to get bigger
I’m jumping the wall, raising the ball
Taking no bullshit
You and me have to get bigger
I’m legit, I’m legit

Part II: Do U Luv

[Outro: Anderson .Paak]
To love
Is it love?
Is it good?
To love
To love
Is it love?
Is it good to you?
Do you love?

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Myke Bogan – The Anthem

Look, if the players be the winners who the losers?
Wait thats us
The cats who don’t really fit in lapped up in a pack truck
Work break making o’s out of joint smoke
Playin round with them crutches is bad luck
And the papers ain’t shit without em
Like turkey and juice in a packed lunch
Shit
Comin’ straight from the town where the weed ain’t brown man I guess you could call me a tree hugger
Posted up at the school like Stan but I surely could get you some packs that don’t need sugar
Just chillin’ with the crew n shit, so I’m prolly with your bullshit
Playin’ round with the kiddy blowing skunk like Pepe Le Pew n shit

This shit ’bout to me major
Iont need me no favors
Might as well call me spidey
Cause I’m all on that web now
Plus I write for that paper
I said you bringin’ through papers
I prefer me some Vegas
Or gas mask I’m Darth Vader
Proof I’m killin’ this beat now
These perks fresh I like Jada
Fuckin with them niggas who be blowin hella visions
So you know we got bud
So now all these bitches wanna kick it
Bring some Swishers ~~~~
And then we got them oils n them dabs tenants never wanna take it that far
Cause they hit the stick and just crash like we all just doin’ hella laps in dads car
Shit
And the bitches that ride me be so thick
Cause their face be on point like a blowfish
Steady rollin their eyes while they rolls spliffs
They was rollin they eyes while I wrote this
But oh shit when you come through
If your friends cool
And that sunbeam
From your sunroof
Bring some Swishers or bitches to work through
If I’m right they should both come in bundles
Just come through

When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through

If the players be the winners who the losers?
Wait that’s us
All I need is the bottle where the brown blowin’ loud like a packed bus
Yawn slips til the bong hits hit you like a mack truck
No pimpin on my mac bruh
I told her come through relax sweatpants hairtye put the Mac up
Lame niggas make me crack up
They call for hoes, call for backup
All these hatin’ ass niggas never really been a factor
We ain’t never cared that much
A group of girls so thick and they face on point like a cactus
Takin’ shots like the ghetto
I’m from the city where they even show really good haters showin mad love

I’m hungover but I’m sober
And I’m really tryna chief
You just called me and I called ya back
And you said you tryna sleep
But when you come to,
if you lungs cool, you should come through
Bring a blunt through and your homegirls for my homeboys
Then we can chill
I got a sack on my lap and it’s there for you
I pay you back for the rap, that ain’t fair to do
So sit back and relax, grab a chair or two
And get higher than a hot air balloon
We’ll share a few cause you smokin’ with losers that’s sore
I’m high, don’t feel like you’re gettin ignored
We chillin’ we feelin’ we trippin’ we tippin’ we sippin’ this mono palore
So uhhh

When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through
When you come through, bring a blunt through

Thanks to bre for correcting these lyrics.

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NxWorries – Get Bigger / Do U Luv

Part I: Get Bigger

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
I left home at 17 had to lighten the load
I was young but I was keen to survive on my own
In the fall gotta get it with my brother Elhaj
Shopping work, bagging groceries, pushin’ them carts
I was grateful to be working but say my back is hurtin’
I don’t think it’s the purpose, no this can’t be the call
At night, I workin’ grave, just counting the time
On my break I wrote a song ’bout the love of my life
This ain’t right
Couple dollars and change
Walking home in the rain
Jump in the front of the train
Bitch, I might
On top of the roof, empty bottles of brew
Take a hit of my J, I’m in flight
Closing my eyes visioning in Monte Carlos with tinted windows and balling legitimate
Open my eyes I was in the same predicament
The next day I called in; said “I quit”
Bitch, I get bigger
[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
You and me have to get bigger
I’m jumping the wall, raising the ball
Taking no bullshit
You and me have to get bigger
I’m legit, I’m legit

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
Too on, everybody rooting for me since I got a new jawn
Other bitch was too corny
My routine, fixing turkey and cheese
Now I got a new broad who can run and cook for me
Couldn’t tell a nigga nothing, she couldn’t do wrong
Had my nose wide open I could sniff a cue-ball
Tenderoni, taking all of my time
It’s the power of the P-U-S-S-Y, ain’t that right
Split up the bank, gave her all of my change
Coppin’ diamonds and rings
I can’t lie
Stomach to leave
She said, “Music or me?”
The fuck do you mean, this ain’t right
Closing my eyes visioning
Living with this bitch could end up giving me instant misery
Open my eyes, she was kissing my constituent
I threw that bitch off the cliff
And as I get bigger

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
You and me have to get bigger
I’m jumping the wall, raising the ball
Taking no bullshit
You and me have to get bigger
I’m legit, I’m legit

Part II: Do U Luv

[Outro: Anderson .Paak]
To love
Is it love?
Is it good?
To love
To love
Is it love?
Is it good to you?
Do you love?

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French Montana – Ready Intro (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah
I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m lifeless, haha
Haan, yeah

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

[Verse 1]
Talk about bread, God damn, got a whole lot
Said Pray to the one then niggas get to ball out
God damn, watch the ball work
Got rich, put ’em on work
Finish last nigga, ball first
Now curve bitches cold turkey
In the game nigga, no mercy
For the weak niggas
You feeling froggy than leap nigga!
Shoot the shepherd and the sheep nigga
From my head to my feet nigga
Countin’ millions before while I sleep nigga
High school to the league nigga
Pull up on them hoes, watch it fall out
‘Rari sittin’ low, gotta crawl out
If that pussy wet, never pull out
If that pussy good, buy the mall out
Sittin’ court side in my court case
Drinkin’ lean, poppin’ pills, heart racin’
Velvet rope, blue dot, all Ace
36 O’s, foundation
Word around town, I’m the man nigga
Breakin’ down work to the grams nigga
Whip it in the Pan nigga
Gettin’ money with the fam nigga

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

[Verse 2]
Aye, young nigga from the trap, bitch can’t trap me
Young cold nigga get money like an athlete
Now I’m straight like 12:30
Pussy clean, baby talk dirty
Need the work nigga, call early
Rap game sabotage and we gon’ burn it
Nigga cold murder
And I’m comin’ for ya head nigga
And I did what I said nigga
Mine get it how I live nigga
Go playin’ with the bread nigga
I blow off your dread nigga
Get the hoes sprayin’ nigga
From the bottom it was all I
Told your whole story, it was all lies
Drink and smoke till I fall out
Thought he get the bread and it’s all out
Nah nigga, jumped in the fire nigga
Still ridin’ with the fire nigga
Countin’ money, gettin’ high nigga
Praise due to the high nigga
But my niggas on set, I can die nigga
Started from the block nigga
I done earned my spot nigga
From the bottom, couldn’t see the top nigga
Coke Boy non-stop nigga

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

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2 Chainz – Ounces Back letras

[Hook]
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin’ drugs for years
Ain’t got a bird, nigga
You been sellin’ weed, nigga
You ain’t a plug, nigga

[Verse 1]
You know I’m different from them
I’m from a different cloth
I got a nina ross
9th grade, gettin’ paid
Sunshine, no shade
All day, errday
Southwest Atlanta, A
Okay
Let me start, nigga
Apartment baby, I can’t deny
Transparent, see through it, I like it then I buy
Seen through you niggas like Ziplocs
Gucci be all on my flip flops
Had me more white than a avalanche
I put that gas in a turkey bag

[Hook]
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin’ drugs for years
Ain’t got a bird, nigga
You been sellin’ weed, nigga
You ain’t a plug, nigga

[Verse 2]
I’m back to my condo on Jupiter
You must have forgot I had it
You already know what I’m mad at
I’m wearin’ Hermes as a habit
And I got that hat and the rabbit
So now that we got it established
Who want a gunfight?
Slung it from left right
Back on my bullshit, it ain’t nothin’ nice
Ain’t sacrifice, went Saks twice
That’s how I feel, young nigga, yoooooung
Okay, I’m back… where they at?
Yo, Skooly, my nigga
What we gon’ do on these niggas?
Rockin’ Medusa on niggas
Quality tru
My cousin coolin’, meant to say… my bousin boolin’
Goat had them units, Goat had that cookie
I had a plug on it, I brought the kush in
See I wanna rub on it, I miss that pussy
And I’ll beat that pussy, friendly reminder
Don’t let me find you, I creep up behind you
I give you the Heimlich, you think it’s the Heimlich
Then I’ma G5 it, just switched the climate
And this is Bvlgari, and no I’m not sorry
I’ma get married at Benihana’s, have the reception at Follie’s

[Hook]
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin’ drugs for years
Ain’t got a bird, nigga
You been sellin’ weed, nigga
You ain’t a plug, nigga
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin’ drugs for years
Ain’t got a bird, nigga
You been sellin’ weed, nigga
You ain’t a plug, nigga

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Anderson .Paak & Knxwledge – Get Bigger letras

[Verse 1]
I left home at 17 had to lighten the load
I was young but I was keen to survive on my own
In the fall gotta get it with my brother Elhaj
Shopping work, bagging groceries, pushin’ them carts
I was grateful to be working but say my back is hurtin’
I don’t think it’s the purpose, no this can’t be the call
At night, I workin’ grave, just counting the time
On my break I wrote a song ’bout the love of my life
This ain’t right
Couple dollars and change
Walking home in the rain
Jump in the front of the train
Bitch, I might
On top of the roof, empty bottles of brew
Take a hit of my J, I’m in flight
Closing my eyes visioning in Monte Carlos with tinted windows and balling legitimate
Open my eyes I was in the same predicament
The next day I called in; said “I quit”
Bitch, I get bigger

[Hook: Anderson .Paak, Knxwledge]
You and me have to get bigger
I’m jumping the wall, raising the ball
Taking no bullshit
You and me have to get bigger
I’m legit, I’m legit

[Verse 2]
Too on, everybody rooting for me since I got a new jawn
Other bitch was too corny
My routine, fixing turkey and cheese
Now I got a new broad who can run and cook for me
Couldn’t tell a nigga nothing, she couldn’t do wrong
Had my nose wide open I could sniff a cue-ball
Tender on it, taking all of my time
It’s the power of the P-U-S-S-Y, ain’t that right
Split up the bank, gave her all of my change
Coppin’ diamonds and rings
I can’t lie
Stomach to leave
She said, “Music or me?”
The fuck do you mean, this ain’t right
Closing my eyes visioning
Living with this bitch could end up giving me instant misery
Open my eyes, she was kissing my constituent
I threw that bitch off the cliff
And as I get bigger

[Hook: Anderson .Paak, Knxwledge]
You and me have to get bigger
I’m jumping the wall, raising the ball
Taking no bullshit
You and me have to get bigger
I’m legit, I’m legit