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King Von – GTA Lyrics

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[Intro]
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)

[Chorus]
Nigga, you know I know
My life grand theft auto
All my guns on semi-auto
Look like I hit the lotto
Up the traffic, duckin’ potholes
Slow down, which way the opps go?
These niggas chicken, Roscoe
I’m the truth, ain’t gotta lie, ho’
I see fake shit through a blind fold
You the type to see shit with your eyes closed
AP watch, I’m in a different time zone
Lil’ cousin walk around with five on him
You would know better if you knew what I knew
Tryna be me, tell ’em do what I do
Gotta keep a Glock everytime that I move
Nigga, you know I know

[Verse]
You ain’t know, I used to drill for the low
Right aftеr school, I’m changin’ my shoes
Ain’t gotta tell me, I just go
I fuck with 6Hunna, so boy, I just blow
Ain’t gеt shot, but boy, I was close
He made a diss and now he a ghost
And it happened fast, ready to toast
Von dog hoes like K-9
And he keep a strap, like KI
All he shoot shit from the three like AI
He was with the shits since yay high
Dropped the low, I’m on my way now
How many bodies can’t hide no face tats
All the little kids know I don’t play that
No, I don’t play that
Now you know I know
My Glock filled with hollows
All my cars on Forgiatos
Who killed dude shit, how would I know?
Keep that rocket , like I’m otto
My pockets big, apollo
I’m the king, Mufasa
Who shot Wooski? How would I know? (DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)

[Chorus]
Nigga, you know I know
My life grand theft auto
All my guns on semi-auto
Look like I hit the lotto
Up the traffic, duckin’ potholes
Slow down, which way the opps go?
These niggas chicken, Roscoe
I’m the truth, ain’t gotta lie, ho’
I see fake shit through a blind fold
You the type to see shit with your eyes closed
AP watch, I’m in a different time zone
Lil’ cousin walk around with five on him
You would know better if you knew what I knew
Tryna be me, tell ’em do what I do
Gotta keep a Glock everytime that I move
Nigga, you know I know

Aminé – My Reality Lyrics

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[Intro: Joyce Wrice]
My reality is my fantasy
I know I’m so gone, I know I’m so gone
Is my fantasy
When there’s nothing wrong
My problems are gone

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ahem, can I feel myself?
Used to need a handout, now I need no help
Niggas that I used to look up to is gettin’ shook up too
And nigga, you don’t know how weird that felt
Look, I went from skippin’ class to making a classic
I’m steppin’ over niggas and I’m skippin’ the practice
AI, when it come to the checks, I’m like, “Taxes? Taxes? Taxes?”
I always did what the fuck I wanted
And now, girls scream like my shows all haunted
Livin’ out the words that I used to say
We all dream, but to live this way

[Chorus: Joyce Wrice & Aminé]
Is my fantasy (And my fantasies lookin’ like it’s reality)
When there’s nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (That’s why these niggas probably mad at me)
Is my fantasy (And my fantasies lookin’ like it’s reality)
When there’s nothin’ wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (Now I smile ’cause it’s reality)

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Fantasies, boy, I just can’t believe
And we all got dreams, hopin’ for reality
You know I can’t make it (Hey), you know I can’t lie to ya
You know I can’t fake it, you know I can’t lie to ya
Yeah, so as I skrrt in my brand new Range
The grapefruit fills a void I can’t explain
They be like, “Woah, what’s that, my nigga?”
I be like, “That’s a banana link chain”
As I sit here and stare at my things
The glass half-full from the joy that they bring
Livin’ out the words that I used to say
We all dream, but to live this way

[Chorus: Joyce Wrice & Aminé]
Is my fantasy (And my fantasies lookin’ like it’s reality)
When there’s nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (That’s why these niggas probably mad at me)
Is my fantasy (And my fantasies lookin’ like it’s reality)
When there’s nothin’ wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (Now I smile ’cause it’s reality)

[Outro: Daniel Caesar]
Who would’ve thought we’d live where the Sun sets?
Livin’ a dream that still isn’t done yet
I’m livin’ out my fantasies
Don’t know if the glow could handle me
I’m with my dawgs, we stay gettin’ money
I gotta say, this shit isn’t funny
We livin’ out our fantasies
Don’t know if the glow could handle we
Who would’ve thought we’d live where the Sun sets?
Livin’ a dream that still isn’t done yet
I’m livin’ out my fantasies
Don’t know if the glow could handle me
I’m with my dawgs, we stay gettin’ money
I gotta say, this shit isn’t funny
We livin’ out our fantasies
Don’t know if the glow could handle we

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Treat You Better Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Be with the one who love you (This Vade on the keys)
I think he could treat you better
I ain’t got no trust, that’s why I thug you
When I know I should do better, when I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that’s from a distance
I said “Fuck you,” I was on them drugs and I was trippin’
I can’t be for you ’cause I’m not for no one, but like no one, I’ll be there for you
I’ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do

[Verse 1]
Ayy, hit my phone if that pussy nigga rough you
Make ’em bump it down with them cutters when we come through
Your lil’ nigga ’til the end, baby, I can’t never dump you
When you can’t make it to your friends, baby, I’m the one you run to
I’m high, if you could, then look me in my eyes, baby
Don’t tell no lies, baby, don’t come out in disguise, baby
You feeling dude, he turn you up, I’m on the side, baby
I’m just thinkin’, is it that I’m crazy?
I’m completely out of my mind, baby
We tote four tools, we be tryna knock ’em when we slide
I zip four fools, I probably zip your manes and make you cry
Ayy, I can’t hold you, I don’t stay the same, you gon’ need another guy
I done passed my level, way beyond, on top the sky and still gon’ tell you

[Chorus]
Be with the one who love you
I think he could treat you better
I ain’t got no trust, that’s why I thug you
When I know I should do better, when I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that’s from a distance
I said “Fuck you,” I was on them drugs and I was trippin’
I can’t be for you ’cause I’m not for no one, but like no one, I’ll be there for you
I’ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do

[Verse 2]
I can’t tell that you been real, one hundred, true
That you love me, bitches love me, too
Numbers don’t lie, ho, I’m AI
And I can tell
You fuck with me but you fuck with that too
So for that, I can’t fuck with you

[Chorus]
Be with the one who love you
I think he could treat you better
I ain’t got no trust, that’s why I thug you
When I know I should do better, when I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that’s from a distance
I said “Fuck you,” I was on them drugs and I was trippin’
I can’t be for you ’cause I’m not for no one, but like no one, I’ll be there for you
I’ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rough Ryder Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Adam Slide made the beat slide)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

[Refrain]
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin’ bag, gettin’ it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin’ down or another nigga think he fuckin’ with me
Dirty game, fuckin’ shame, kiss me ’cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon’ stay the same, your friends gon’ change, slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to peel him, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Pistol packin’ in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call
And while I’m singin’ all my pain, they plan on tearin’ me down

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Verse 1]
On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin’, face me, nigga
Ridin’ ’round in my Rolls-Royce screamin’, “Gang,” I know you hate me, nigga
We gon’ forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I’m twenty, I done spent four million and dropped a half just for to zip ’em
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (Ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin’ with the fuckin’ gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin’ with the fuckin’ K’s with him
Don’t give a fuck ’bout how I turn out once his mans with him
I’m quick to jump out with my gun out, they gon’ slang with him

[Pre-Chorus]
Pistol packin’ in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call
And while I’m singin’ all my pain, they plan on tearin’ me down

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Verse 2]
AI pull up, all these hoes, they wanna know where Top at
Motherfuck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my fuckin’ guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
They know I’m strapped up in this bitch, I shoot and you can’t stop that
I’m thuggin’

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Refrain]
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin’ bag, gettin’ it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin’ down or another nigga think he fuckin’ with me
Dirty game, fuckin’ shame, kiss me ’cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon’ stay the same, your friends gon’ change, slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to peel him

[Outro]
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