Categories
Lyrics

Sybyr – Xqv Lyrics

Taking all your clout and all your shit
f**king him up for the fun of it
Yeah, I am deranged, bitch (Ayy)
f**k, I’m finna float from the ceiling (Ayy)
What in the f**k did you say? And you’s a joke, what a hard bitch, I’m laughin’ too (Woo!)
If I had a f**kin’ sense I’d use it, too
I don’t give no f**ks, I’ll erase you, bitch (Right now I’m talking)
I don’t even want your tweets, yeah, you stupid (Ayy)
(Wow)
Never again, bitch (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m insane, your bitch on my high horse
Bitch, I’m in hell again
Bitch, I’m in hell again, f**k
Devil? (Ayy)
Bitch, I’m not one to stop (Ayy)
Yeah, ah, I’m so f**kin’ sick of all this shit
Whatchu thinkin’? What you tryna do to me? Useless motherf**ker, what you tryna do to me? You ain’t gon’ do any shit to me
You ain’t gon’ do a damn thing
You are not gon’ do a damn thing
You are not gon’ do a damn thing
I finna take your clout
Stupid bitch, you don’t need it
Finna take it, you don’t need it
I’m finna take it when they know I’ma fiend like a bitch
Copy nigga, I’m rootin’, know you poppin’ nigga
A coffin, nigga, I’m a rootin’ on your coffin, bitch
Stupid ass nigga [Verse: Evil Nigga]
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
I got you, you f**k
I got you, f**k, f**k
I’m finna f**k your ass, ho
Yeah, I’m finna f**k your life up
Motherf**ker, what do you want? (Ayy)
Look at this f**ker in the face (Ayy)
You can’t even look at my face (Ayy)
You can’t even look at my face (Ayy)
What do you think I should do? Nothing new, jealousy, run your motherf**king shit
Dummy nigga, load a f**king clip
Looking at me like a stupid bitch
Talking to me like a silly bitch
And like what you gon’ do? Bitch, I’ll break their ears
All of a sudden motherf**kers drop
Beat it up just like the f**king crack
Stupid ass nigga, what the f**k you want?

Categories
Lyrics

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?

Categories
Lyrics

Young Nudy – Blue Cheese Salad Lyrics

Hah, bitch, yeah Play this song
[Intro]
(Eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up, eat ’em up)
Haha
I told you, I only make stoner music
Gangster music, killer music
Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE)
Yeah
[Chorus]
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up)
She wasn’t fuckin’ with me when I ain’t have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ shit (Yeah)
I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (Yeah)
Fuck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I’m livin’ lavish (Yeah)
I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah)
Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please
Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G
Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep
Wake that bitch up on a Perky
Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin’
Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin’
Fuck you so good, I swear I won’t hurt it
Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin
Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin’
Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it
Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it
Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only
Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn’t want me
Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies
Let in my bed nothin’ but bad bitches only
Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don’t want her
Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her
I’ma keep this shit one hundred, yeah, y’all niggas not one hundred, yeah
[Chorus]
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah)
She wasn’t fuckin’ with me when I ain’t have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ shit (Bitch)
I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (Add it)
Fuck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I’m livin’ lavish (Yeah)
I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese
[Verse 2]
Nigga wanna kill ’bout a bitch (Yes, sir)
Nah, nigga, I don’t want her, yeah
And I’m real ’bout this shit, nigga
Nah, nigga, I ain’t Gunna, yeah (Nah)
I got lot of bitches ’round my way (Lot of ’em)
All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters)
And I’m big time stunner, yeah (Stunner)
When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah)
Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah)
Runnin’ the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?)
They was tellin’ her that I was bustin’ guns
I was tellin’ mama, “Uh-uh, uh-uh” (No, uh-uh)
Keep this shit one hundred, yeah
I was raised by mama, yeah
Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah
Thirteen, carryin’ that thunder, yeah
Mama had kicked me out the house ’cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh)
Now I’m in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer)
Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama)
Robbed my first nigga for a hundred, yeah (Hundred)
I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K
Nigga, that’s a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir)
[Chorus]
She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah)
She wasn’t fuckin’ with me when I ain’t have shit, but she want this (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’, I ain’t givin’ shit (Bitch)
I be in the trap spot countin’ up, tryna add it (Yeah)
Fuck a ho, won’t blow a bag, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah)
Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I’m livin’ lavish (Yeah)
I’m a hot boy and my pockets full of salad
Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese)
[Outro]
Uh, yeah
Hahahaha
The fuck, nigga?

Categories
Lyrics

Valee – Not Playin Lyrics

Lyrics from snippet
[Intro]
Nash effect, f**k nigga
[Verse]
My bitch rock Versace, man (Versace, man)
We just spent $600 at Hibachi, man
I’m ridin’ offsets, I’m not [?], man
I got dope bailed, don’t knock me, man (Don’t knock me)
I just been gettin’ neck, I think she broke it, man (She broke it, man)
I got old school, that bitch chokin’, man (It’s chokin’)
I got some loud dope, it sound like ODB (It’s ODB)
I’m rockin’ Saint Laurent, hope she notice me (Yeah)
My seats look like ice cream, nigga, ovaries (Yeah)
I’m still up off yesterday, that’s older geek (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m not no FN, ain’t no foldin’ me
These shoes came with bandaids ’cause they overbleed
My bitch purse is handmade, it’s from overseas (Purse is handmade, it’s from)
I got a thick one, man, and a fit one, man (And one fit one, fit one)
I got…

Categories
Lyrics

Juice WRLD – Armed & Dangerous Lyrics

[Intro]
Gun ’em down (Bih, yeah)
With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
Gun ’em down
Oh my God, huh
Ya dig
999 shit (Ayy)

[Chorus]
When I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (You dig? Skrr)

[Verse 1]
Walk in that bitch and I’m faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I’m faded
I got the M&M’s (Millions), called my mom, told her I made it
Yeah, mama, your son too famous, yeah, he on everybody playlist
But he’s still armed and dangerous, he’ll pop at a stranger
Sippin’ lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
Red or purple in the cup, which one should I pick today? Ayy, ayy
Sippin’ hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard
Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah
I’m swingin’ when I’m off the ecstasy, that’s a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that’s a Tony Stark, yeah
Pourin’ fours in a twenty, yeah, I’m soda pop, yeah
I’m O.C., three-gram wood full of OG
Give BM dick like Moby, uh, gonna make him flash, Adobe, uh
Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh
Bitch, I need it
Matter fact, fuck that shit, I’m rich, you can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn
Rich niggas over here (They over here), yeah
Broke niggas over there (They over there)
Why is you over here? (Why?)
Go over there (Go over, go over, go over there)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig? Look)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (Skrr)