Tag: Abu Dhabi

Rowdy Rebel & A Boogie wit da Hoodie – 9 Bridge Lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I know I don’t never make promises
This time, I mean it, I promise

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
If I tell you, “I got you,” my nigga, I got you
If I say, “I love you,” my nigga, I love you forever
Don’t listen to rumors, so you run it by me
Don’t even panic, I know you’re my man
Let’s just hold that shit down like we Bobby and Rowdy
I’ma let you know if you movin’ sloppy
Don’t say that you got me when you never looked
Used to go to the PJs, meet up in the lobby
Now we on the PJ, right to Abu Dhabi

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
I just bought me a Mulsanne, took her to Spain, she ate me like chicken lo mein
I just FaceTimed thе whole gang
They in LA, they on thеy way to the Bay
Tell ’em I’ll soon be there, jet soon here
Nigga, I put that on ‘caine
I’m in Tampa Bay, straight, I made some bands today, ayy

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Stylist get the style for me, nah, nah, I Amiri the jeans
Hold up, I ain’t never froze up, ’til I went to Elliott, now I see
Clarity in my baguetties and VV’s
Apparently all of my niggas are fleas
Louis Vuitton all the time, I got a house on my arm all the time
All of my pieces is from Eliantte

[Verse 3: Rowdy Rebel]
They catch me drippin’ in front the Barclay
Catch me flying down the Parkway
Smokin’ backpack, broccoli
It’s just me and Boogie, back-to-back
In a Maybach, nigga, pardon me
Got my feet up with my heat tucked
If them lil’ niggas start me, but it’s

[Verse 4: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Fuck everybody, that’s just how I feel, I ain’t feelin’ nobody
I pop on a pill when I’m flyin’ in private, it give me the chills
And I’ll answer with Audi, paranoid, that’s why I move in silence
They ain’t playin’ fair, I move with the chopper
Hit up broski, he gon’ tear up the spot
Watch the pocket-rocket put him right on his pockets

[Verse 5: Rowdy Rebel]
Huh?
Yes, I came up from nothing
Had no shmoney, no clothes, had to get it from nothing
I put the pot in the oven, mixin’ and bakin’ and cookin’ that bitch with my cousin
He said he hot, but he wasn’t
She said she not but she fuckin’, I got that thot bussin’
I got my jewelry bussin’
I got my jewelry hittin’, that’s end of discussion

[Verse 6: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Rowdy Rebel]
Nineteen, I had dropped out of college
My favorite way to get money was the block
I got too addicted to the money, I’m honest
They thought I was tryna be Speaker Knockerz
I ain’t tryna go out like Speaker Knockerz
Rest in peace, but I keep it a hunnid
Got Ps on my head and even the knockers
I keep it G, yeah, I keep it a hunnid (Huh?)

[Verse 7: Rowdy Rebel]
I keep it G, yeah, I keep it one hunnid
I’m the one that paid the fee for the gunners
I’m the one that bought the piece for the runners
They don’t run on me, I’m good with the numbers
I’ma really fuck it up for the summer
Drop-top, doin’ donuts in Hummers
Opp block with a chopper, I stun on
EBK, I give a fuck ’bout a color, I ride for my brothers

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
If I say, “I love you,” my nigga, I love you forever
Don’t listen to rumors, so you run it by me
Don’t need to panic, I know you’re my man
Let’s just hold that shit down like we Bobby and Rowdy
I’ma let you know if you movin’ sloppy
Don’t say that you got me when you never looked
Used to go to the PJs, meet up in the lobby
Now we on the PJ, right to Abu Dhabi

Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Superstar Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Stickin’ to the models, yeah
Drinkin’ out the bottle, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
What have you done to deserve this?
You gon’ have to keep a gun if it’s dirty
Spend a mansion on a car and park it in the slum
Got diamonds on me, got a Glock, holdin’ thirty drum
We buss a check up down the middlе, now it’s figures
I packed the hood out on thе jet when I first came up
Money brought pain before the fame, I was painless
Shit ain’t the same, you get more money, it get more dangerous
It could be a motive when you litty and you famous
Fuck on her few times, ’til it feel like she a stranger

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Abu Dhabi trips with a US broad
Back to back Lamb’s, need an extra garage
Lamborghini keys, touch screen when it start
Smokin’ on exotic, you can smell when it tar
Blicky, blicky, put it extendo on the FN with me
Let me spray it in the air, now it’s sticky, sticky
We just came up from the dead, now I’m the shit-shit, yeah
Rose gold diamonds in my mouth when I smile, bitch
I just brought it to the spot, it changed the climate
I got bitches in the back and on the side of me
He didn’t bring me all my racks so now he gotta leave
I just wanna smoke him ’cause he shot at me
Cash out in the mall, it’s worth a quarter key
Bread gang so we get a lot of keys
Prayin’ to the God and my rosary

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars

Now United – Lean On Me Lyrics

Play this song

[Pre-Chorus]
Zon, zigi-zon, zigi-zigi-di-zon
A-zigi-zon, a-zigi-zon, a-zigi-zigi-di-zon (Zigi-zon)
Zon, zigi-zon, zigi-zigi-di-zon
Zigi-zon, zigi-zon, zay yeah

[Chorus]
Lean to the left, lean to the right
When you need someone to lean on
Slide to the left, slide to the right
Yeah, I’ll be here, just lean on me

Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me)
Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me, oh)

[Verse 1: Bailey]
Anywhere that you wanna go
I’ll be along for the ride
Take you high when you’re feeling low
Hope you touch the sky

So get up and move, yeah
Like you are the life of the party
We’ll dance on the moon, yeah
Underneath the stars tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
Zon, zigi-zon, zigi-zigi-di-zon
A-zigi-zon, a-zigi-zon, a-zigi-zigi-di-zon
Zon, zigi-zon, zigi-zigi-di-zon
Zigi-zon, zigi-zon, zay yeah

[Chorus]
Lean to the left, lean to the right
When you need someone to lean on
Slide to the left, slide to the right
Yeah, I’ll be here, just lean on me

Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me)
Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me, oh)

[Verse 2: Josh]
Look around, what a perfect view
Such a beautiful sight
Take my hand and I’ll follow through
And leave the world behind

So get up and move, yeah
Like you are the life of the party
We’ll dance on the moon, yeah
Underneath the stars tonight

[Pre-Chorus]
Zon, zigi-zon, zigi-zigi-di-zon
A-zigi-zon, a-zigi-zon, a-zigi-zigi-di-zon (Zigi)
Zon, zigi-zon, zigi-zigi-di-zon
Zigi-zon, zigi-zon, zay yeah

[Chorus]
Lean to the left, lean to the right
When you need someone to lean on
Slide to the left, slide to the right
Yeah, I’ll be here, just lean on me

Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me)
Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me, oh)

[Bridge]
I’ll be probably out in Abu Dhabi
Chilling in the lobby at the afterparty
With my mates from the United Kingdom
All around the globe, it’s a new tradition (Let’s go)

Catch the beat now, on your feet now
Everybody, everybody, dance with me now
Catch the beat now, on your feet now
Everybody, everybody, just lean, lean, lean, lean, lean
[Chorus]
Lean to the left, lean to the right
When you need someone to lean on
Slide to the left, slide to the right
Yeah, I’ll be here, just lean on me

Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me)
Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me, oh)

Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me)
Nanana, nanana, nananana
Lean on, lean on me (Lean on me, oh)

MC Virgins – Internet Rap Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: MC Kudge]
Step in this bitch, my shit bumpin’
She told me she don’t wanna have no kids, so she dick suckin’
I kill these motherfuckin’ verses like Ted Bundy or Rich something
I’m making internet rap and I’m rich off it
I got like twenty more episodes of Rule 34 binge watchin’
My shit poppin’, like ollies or fireworks lit off on the 4th of July
Off it like Force on Survival Mode
Will anyone get that reference? I don’t know
That’s that Forever Virgins track 10
However we way better now then we ever were back then
And if the Virgins not in your top 10 your cappin’
Like wait what happened
Went from nothing to something motherfucker I guess we tapped in

[Verse 2: MC Prophet]
They call me
No introduction bitch you know my fucking name
BMW swervin’ through all these motherfuckin’ lanes
I got the (What?), I got the cash and all these bitches tryna take
And if you got a low sex drive get out my face (Get out my face)
We independent and pressin’ that bitch
She wantin’ my leverage
That shit was so unexpected, I told her give me a second
Well look, I nutted in seconds
She said this without discretion
That wasn’t what I expected
I call that virgin oppression
From SD, motherfucker test me
Watching Bunny Girl Senpai, that’s me and all my besties
Call it Internet Rap, then get off of my testes
Always eat up these verses now I’m telling ’em check please

[Verse 3: MC Gibby]
What’s up it’s Gibby
I just pulled up in a truck with 10 biddies
And we all going to the party if you wanna come with me
Off the Henny
I’m just looking for a dime and not a penny
I’m out to eat with your mom and I’m putting dick in her belly
I took her back to the room and now her shit cappin’ like jelly
Woke up next mornin’, got me a bagel straight from the deli
You know that me, Prophet, and Kudge we just like Ed, Edd n Eddy
And Wonder ain’t gettin’ no coochie unless it’s been hit already

[Verse 4: Wonder]
Shut the fuck up, Gibby, you talkin’ all of that yadda, yadda, yadda shit
That bitch got a MAGA hat, I’m gon’ have to block, to block the bitch
I be up in Abu Dhabi the minute I get proper rich
I never gon’ catch no bodies, but you can catch the kid on Twitch
Internet money, you can go and check my statement
You internet funny, but in person you don’t say shit
Internet bands, I fly that bitch to Japan
And I’m never usin’ LAN, it’s internet ’til I land, like
Who want beef? Go talk to my bros
Blue stacks on me, ain’t talkin’ my phone
TMZ up at my crib and they caught me out with your bitch
I’m an internet rapper, can you explain what that is?

[Outro]
Allison, can you explain what internet is?
Yeah, yeah, yea-yea-yea-yeah, ayy, ayy
What? What? Yea-yea-yea-yeah, ayy, ayy