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Quilly – The Babies Lyrics (feat. Vodka)

shit
Get spoke of in private, and you can just be ridin’
And the next minute you drivin’ and saving private Ryan
From his hard times survivin’ and you gon’
If you don’t learn scuba diving, the flow deep
Like on the beach wit the horizon
But they don’t let you eat, they wired like Verizon
And it ain’t surprising, they singin’ like Ronald Isley
But they (?), I’m Fonzie, and these ain’t the happy days
I’m raunchy and rowdy, prayin’ for them better days; humbled
But karma ain’t tryna hear that it was yesterday, when I fumbled
They stuttered and mumbled, I stood on my two
Adapted to the struggle, I waited my turn
Wrested wit the devil, graveyard shift
Hit the tombstone wit the shovel
Rule number 1: only God can judge you
No nigga above you, no bitch either, except for your mother
She the only one that believe in you, prolly only your grandmother
Who said it was easy? [Verse 1: Vodka]
Can you feel it coming? What the babies gon’ do? What the babies gon’ do? What happened to your young boy? You gotta get it how you live, you gotta get it how you do? What the babies gon’ do? Ride you wave till’ your broke
Then get wavy on you
Shit was lookin’ sunny, now it’s shady on you
Back to 4 in the baby, what the babies gon’ do? The babies gon’ look and they gon’ cry like you
And if they cry, what are you gonna do? You tell me what the babies gon’ do
[Chorus: Vodka]
What the babies gon’ do? Uh
If you cry, what the babies gon do? You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon’ do? You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon’ do? What the babies gon’ do? You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon’ do? Uh
If you cry, what the babies gon do? You gotta get it how you do, or what the babies gon’ do? [Verse 2: Quilly]
Got booked wit 3 Guns, judge hit me wit the roofr
You got 2 strikes, 1 more, we gon’ roof ya
I’m Wayne Gretzky on thin ice, duckin’ troopers
Scared to go to sleep, I’m afraid of Freddy Kruegar
Playas callin’ me like I got the whole rooster
Drippin’ all day, bitches thought I had a booster
Try to school the kids, the kids is the future
They dropped out of school, now they run around wit rulers
Belt buckle; Medusa, 17 in the ruger
(Pray Allah guide me in the path of prophet Musa)
A dime to my lawyer, 3 racks to my shooter
Before I go to war, I told my mom, I’ma move her
What your lady gon’ do? The babies gon’ look and they gon’ cry like you
And if they cry, what are you gonna do? [Intro: Vodka]
Uh, uh, Can you feel it coming? [Chorus: Vodka]
What the babies gon’ do? What the babies gon’ do? Prolly (?)
Ha, cuz it looked like it when I did it
Now what the babies gon’ do? They compare it to silence, O.G. He’s doin’ life
What hapened to your old head? What the babies gon’ do? Cuz I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins
The time is golden. You gotta get it how you live, you gotta get it how you do? Huh? What the babies gon’ do? Aw! He’s on the pipe
I’m doin’ bad actin’ like I’m doin’ nice
Hit a lick, the shit was so sweet, we did it twice
What the babies gon?

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Mickeydarko – Basic lyrics

[verse]
Bang with a gang of troops
Hands on them things to shoot
They’re saying we’re deranged
Cuz insane what we came to do
Burnt mics when the flames are thru
Dare yous say I’m same as who?
Wayne Gretzky with the shot
Hit ’em from an angle too (pop)
Get it popping like gun salute
Drunk off the absolute, buddy, absolutely
I came to tighten screws, raise the bar, hype ’em too
On the count of the three, motherfucker, just light the fuse
Me and baby agreed, let’s get super paid
Futuristic eye-wear, call ’em super shades*
Say death awaits who gets paid in numerous ways
So I’m down to go out with a bang like Super Dave
Move away, I’m the (boom) like insurgents
Though they keep talking they won’t see me in person
I’m dope picture me as I sponsor crack
It must be time for Halloween cuz the monsters back

[chorus]
Break out the matrix
(break out of the matrix)
They don’t pay enough for the basics
(break out)
I only trust who I’m mate with
(the matrix)
Praying to god is so basic
(so basically)
(x2)

[verse]
I’m done with this
They keep on talking like a lobbyist
It’s obvious, they partly pissed
Not fucking with my godliness
Once you break out the matrix
Talk to Morpheus I’m offering this
Long range like my alias
I went through the craziest
Like I was made for this
You won’t hear me calling
Out for god like an atheist
Fade to this no millions
But a lot of things made me rich
See these skills…
(you can’t be the goat with 12 ghost writers… I’m just saying)
You’ve paid for this
Motherfucker, I’ve fathered this game
I came to raise these kids
I fuck with that thing that go boom
Make the pavement split
Cold with the gift, I do it like the cavemen did
Still get hated on want me to flop like Sega did
Take ’em to my genesis I was born to wreck this shit
Though they keep throwing shots at me they ricochet
Fade away, want my downfall dare you to pave the way
You know where I’m at take a number nigga pick a day

[chorus]
Break out the matrix
(break out of the matrix)
They don’t pay enough for the basics
(break out)
I only trust who I’m mate with
(the matrix)
Praying to god is so basic
(so basically)
(x2)

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Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, red light’s on in the Boulevard
That means business
Throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna

[Verse 1]
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shelves need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
They be asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

[Verse 2]
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
Should’ve never got us started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
8 ball, and a suede robe – rockstars don’t say no!
This beat so flame, though; I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna!
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party

[Break]
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

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Tory Lanez – Real Thing (feat. Future)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna fuck her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the shit so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird bitches disrespect me
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee
A nigga mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My shit lit than a bitch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your bitch, dawg
She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, shit is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

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Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

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Tory Lanez Ft. Future – Real Thing Lyrics


(Verse 1: Tory Lanez)
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pu**y when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna f**k because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna f**k her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pu**y squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the sh*t so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird b*tches disrespect me
When you know I curve b*tches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a ni**a f**k her in a fresh tee
A ni**a mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 2: Future)
F**k her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad b*tches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine
Fell in love with a ni**a drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a ni**a drinking creatine

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

(Verse 3: Tory Lanez)
I got a thick, thick, thick, white b*tch
My sh*t lit than a b*tch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my ni**as out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your b*tch, dawg
She been throwing that sh*t at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, sh*t is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex b*tch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
f**k it, tell a b*tch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

(Chorus: Tory Lanez)
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad b*tches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss b*tches know I got the bill, hey

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Tory Lanez – Real Thing Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, “I might even lick it if you let me” (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me
And that’s why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it’s all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I’m tryna fuck her twin sister she gon’ let me
I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the shit so good she can’t forget me
I can’t have no bird bitches disrespect me
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee
A nigga mad that I’m sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That’s your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin’, let’s be honest, girl, then let’s be
I’m tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 2: Future]
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can’t call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
She don’t post, so I know she won’t expose me
I’m gone stamp every country on your ID
They can’t smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it’s crispy
And these Benji Franklin’s stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My shit lit than a bitch and I’m rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain’t even know she was your bitch, dawg
She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, shit is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
She don’t like that I just pulled up with you
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
I ain’t come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don’t wanna do it if it’s not the real thing
She don’t wanna do it if you ain’t got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey

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Lately – Moneybagg Yo feat. Yo Gotti lyrics

Lyrics Moneybagg Yo – Lately

Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been f*ck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, s**t gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Latelyyy, I been countin’ money on the daily
Latelyyy, I been f*ckin’ b*tches that ain’t basic
Latelyyy, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases.

As soon as I walk in, don’t do the talkin’
I’m knowin’ she gon’ be ready
I’m livin’ the thug life
Scarf tatted around my head like 2Pac Makiavelli
My pockets on fat, I’m playin’ with them racks
So I’m feelin’ extra heavy
I’m surrounded in ice, plus I got the stick on me
You can call me Wayne Gretzky
Latelyyy, lately, I been drippin’ that sauce like gravy
Quarter mil on me, two eighty
Ain’t a thing on me fugazi, yeah
Latelyyy, lately, ain’t gon’ lie, man s**t been crazy
Broke the news to my b*tch, I just had another baby yeahhh.

Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been f*ck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, s**t gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Latelyyy, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Latelyyy, I been countin’ money on the daily
Latelyyy, I been f*ckin’ b*tches that ain’t basic
Latelyyy, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases.

Look, lately I have had the strangest feelings, word to Jodeci
Latelyyy I been lowkey but my jewelry make you notice me
Latelyyy I’m a movie everybody wanna go to see
Latelyyy I go foreign, everything I got from overseas
Stop runnin’ ’round sayin’ that you used to date me
Like Janet say, what have you done for me lately?
Show them niggas love then they turn around and hate me
But can’t break me, ’cause they ain’t make me
I give them niggas what they ask for
They ain’t even gotta say please
Got gorillas that’ll wash you
I be where them bathing apes be
Got a bad b*tch, she shapely
f*ck me like she tryna rape me
My wrist cold like Minnesota, she comin’ through with that AP
Run it up.

Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been f*ck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, s**t gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Latelyyy, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Latelyyy, I been countin’ money on the daily
Latelyyy, I been f*ckin’ b*tches that ain’t basic
Latelyyy, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases.

Latelyyy I been gettin’ to the money on these niggas
I been so one hundred on these niggas
I ain’t gotta try to do it, I done did it on these niggas
Yeah, ugh, shitted on these niggas versuri-lyrics.info
Case dismissed, acquitted on these niggas
Yeah, truck, Bentley on these niggas
Yeah, go hard, I’m from Memphis
I ain’t never put faith in these h**s, had feelings on these niggas
Homeboy with the s**t so it’s been f*ck him lately
Homegirl super thick, f*ck around have my baby
Watch queen of the south, wishing that was my lady
CMG the new Cash Money, I guess I’m Baby
Latelyyy, I been feelin’ super antisocial
Been paranoid, don’t you speak to me if I don’t know you
Baby, ain’t paying for no p***y, I don’t owe you
Extort me, that will never happen, I done told you
I ain’t f*ckin’ with you right now.

Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been f*ck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, s**t gonna rub me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Latelyyy, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Latelyyy, I been countin’ money on the daily
Latelyyy, I been f*ckin’ b*tches that ain’t basic
Latelyyy, I been servin’ patients, ducking casesss.

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Lil Baby – Life (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna live my life
Moon rocks, on stars, straight cash, no cards
Livin’ life like stars, thankin’ god every day we finally winning
You was ‘posed to my nigga, right here with me
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight

[Verse 1]
Push start cars, we can’t fall
Started from the bottom now we here
Ran me up a mil, it took a year
Watch my closest niggas disappear
We ridin’ drop tops whips in the summer
She keep checkin’ in ’cause she know that I’m a winner
We gon’ skip town just for dinner
We gon’ keep it gutter, don’t have no one in our business
Draped down in Fendi, she rockin’ the latest
She say I’m the greatest, if I’m ollie then you later
Took a trip to the Barbados, and I’m still on paper
Shout out to my haters, they been motivating me lately
Came to fuck the game up, had to switch the wave up
Fuck me just don’t lay up, on this codeine I can’t stay up
Pitch a dub in a motor, just so they can’t catch me
They tried to arrest me ’cause I’m icy like Wayne Gretzky
I’m a big bear like Tee Grizzley, these fuck niggas be sneak dissin’
This FN gon’ stay with me, a nigga play that’ll be the reason
G5 gon’ for a lot of seasons, Saks Ave, we done did Niemans
Them millions comin’, I can damn see ’em
Long live Frank, I can see him breathin’
I got ten traps and they all beamin’
We done fucked the game up
They blowin’ my name up
I just want the money, fuck the fame cuz
Came to switch the game up

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight

[Verse 2]
If tomorrow ain’t promised then why should I wait?
If times still gon’ be hard then why should I pray?
Seen my niggas stayed away, from a cage to a grave
Solid niggas turned fake, seen it happen every day
Didn’t expect it to happen, I thought you was solid
Still can’t believe you not right here beside me
The money in front me, the bullshit behind me
My nigga forever, I thought we was riders
When we caught them cases before it was kept quiet
I just lost a friend to some gun play
Put my main bitch on the runway
Still servin’ packs on the one way
Pad thai Sunday, we gon’ blow up one day
Magic on a Monday, shout out to the strippers
Lately I been feelin’ it on another level
Savin’ all the extras, I gotta be different

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight