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Lil Tjay – Part of the Plan Lyrics

[Intro]
This a Burna production
Niggas don’t want no
Niggas don’t want no smoke
Niggas don’t want no beef
Me and my brothers gon’ ride
How many niggas gon’ slide?
Ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Still a youngin’, I ran up them bands
Shit’s not goin’ exactly as planned
See the diamonds up on me, they dance
Walk around with that gun in my pants
No, my niggas ain’t throwin’ no hands
He said he was with it, he sold me and ran
Growin’ up, I ain’t know how to scam
So juggin’ and robbin’ got me in a jam
I got niggas locked up in the can
With some niggas, they hitters, they fans
On my neck, that’s a whole lot of grands
I soon go to Cali, can’t wait ’til I land
On my mama, I want this shit bad
So I’m in the studio, gotta go ham
On my mama, I’m doin’ the dash
I went through that once, I can’t do it again
One, two, three, four, five
Dead niggas up in the sky
I be smokin’ on deadies
Y’all niggas ain’t ready for pressure, we finna apply
SB niggas never gon’ lie
Niggas want clout so I got ’em a watch
AP is dancin’, I call it my prize
Boy, if you wouldn’t, stop tuckin’ your pride
If you want it, I’m uppin’ the nind
Fuck all this fame shit, I’m bustin’ for mine
Tuckin’ the trauma like nothing aside
I’m from a jungle, it’s hard to survive
What you jackin’, you pickin’ a side?
Bro said he lackin’, I took him, a vibe
I’m pistol packin’ to keep me alive
Heard nigga rattin’, it fuck with my mind, damn

[Chorus]
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands

[Verse 2]
Too many snakes, gotta keep it low
Niggas gon’ hate knowin’ I’ma blow
I’m out of state, always on the road
Pick up the pace, you been movin’ slow
Call up my hitters, they ready to slide, just gotta say, “Go”
Do it for Smelly, it’s really a drive, forever my bro
Shit be too hot, I can’t talk on the phone
Someone gon’ die, better leave it alone
You said you with it, boy, fix up your tone
My thottie come run you, they bad to the bone
I fuck your thottie, I’m makin’ her moan
I had to sober up, get in my zone
‘Member I thought I would never come home
When I needed money, ain’t ask for no loan
I had to get that shit all on my own
Ain’t nobody care
They tried to give me the time like I’m grown
Wasn’t nobody there
Ain’t tryna play fair
You finna get done, I’m just stoppin’ and starin’
I travel, don’t care
Why you droppin’ the addy? You not really there

[Chorus]
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands

[Verse 3]
Y’all niggas gon’ say what y’all say
We gon’ pull up, broad day, ain’t nobody tryna play
Okay, ’cause you really wanna have it your way
Gun play, we gon’ still get your ass some way
I won’t let niggas fuck up my vibe
Niggas really be fakin’, disguise
Music been on my mind since ’09
Now it’s 2021, I ain’t wastin’ no time
Same nigga, ain’t a damn thing change
Programmed not to say no names
I’on drink but I pop champagne
It’s for Smelly and E and the SB gang
Fuckboy, you ain’t takin’ no chain
Want clout, you ain’t got no name
Thirty clip, let the whole thing bang
We some young, wild niggas that just can’t be tamed
Red beam just to help my aim
Big chop, swear the five gon’ rain
They gon’ call me insane
Brody died and I still never drop no names
Y’all niggas ain’t got no pain
Funny shit, better watch your gang
Who’d’ve ever thought he’d rock Balmains?
Got a AP flooded, I ain’t rockin’ no chain
Rap money, flip it like cocaine
New expenses, I gotta maintain
Niggas felt like I ain’t had no brain
So I got in the studio and everything changed
Quick blow, I don’t gotta explain
I’m still tryna get used to this fame
Pussy boy must’ve thought it’s a game
This life ain’t for you, better stay in your lane

[Chorus]
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands

Lil Tjay – Oh Well Lyrics

[Intro]
(Jay Bunkin)

[Verse 1]
I catch a lick then I head outta town, if I wanna be low, I’m unreachable
Bro catch a hit when we goin’, it’s missin’ forever, the shit is unspeakable
This shit be tool, I ain’t teachin’ you
Niggas ain’t solid, I swear this shit preachable
Boy, ain’t no hidin’, we seekin’ you
Pull right up on you, we see you like peekaboo
I don’t ever fear no man, I’ll do exactly what he could do
Just crashed that Porsche but that shit ain’t ’bout nothin’, I’m still on the highway, I’m speedin’ through
For Christmas, I’m coppin’ the vehicle
If you want static, just keep that shit me and you
Talk Smelly, that shit RIP-able
Don’t want a hammer, young niggas compete with you
And I got the gang with me now, tonight is a movie
I’m sippin’ on Henny, it’s blunts in the air, I’m tight, feelin’ woozy
And shawty, shе taped like a fan, she fakе tried to scoop me
I’m rockin’ designer, you see what he wearin’, he drivin’ a hoopty
Money comin’ in and I’m loopy, in the spot with the D’USSÉ
Brokest tried to hit a dance but a nigga can’t, got ’em lookin’ bougie
Glizzy, got it in my pants, I don’t give a damn, let a nigga poof me
[Sour?] high where the roof be, three-car garage, where the coupe be
Gotta sit up on my own, big crib, mad rooms, different zone
Just talked to brodie on the phone, he said he soon comin’ home
Remember sittin’ in the cold side, it was dark, I was all alone
Now I’m sittin’ on the whole world, I’ve been workin’ hard, puttin’ on

[Chorus]
(Grr, grr-grr, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Oh well, oh well (Grrr)
Oh well, oh well (Gang stupid)
Oh well, oh well (Well)
Oh well, oh well (Gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (Gang)
Oh well, oh well (Gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (Gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 2]
Shit, shit, shit, shit (Bah, bah)
Shit, I’ma get in my bag
Big rocks and the VVS, I know niggas just watch and they mad
Niggas, they watch and they sad
I had to dash, two hunnid, got it in cash the other day
I put that shit in the safe, use it to pay, might cop an AP today
I put the jewels up (Jewels up), clean wrist, got a double watch (Double watch)
I used to juug all day, remember trappin’, I love the block
You say you my homie, don’t care if you gang and that mean you don’t fuck with opps
My youngins out buggin’, they bussin’ chops
RIP to your homie but nothin’ stops
Shit gon’ keep goin’ and goin’, swear it’s no change
Youngins chillin’ on the blocks with a Glock, shit real, there ain’t no games
No fear, let the chains swang, you were right, ain’t know the gang-gang
From a block where they bang-bang
From a block where they bang-bang
Money comin’, get it fast, put it in the stash, budget how I maintain
Feel like coppin’ out a Range, Range, Escalade, that’s a game thing
Flooded out, not a Plain Jane
Five cases from the stain game
Came a long, long way, long, long way, I just let the pain sing
It’s my time, I’m ownin’ it now (Now)
And sure, I been shuttin’ down (Down)
Been drippin’ so much, I might drown (Drown)
I been whippin’ and runnin’ the town
I’m sorry, can’t fuck with no clown
Oh, niggas be playin’ around
‘Cause I get me a bag, oh, niggas just sit down and frown (Go)

[Chorus]
(Grr, grr-grr, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Oh well, oh well (Grrr)
Oh well, oh well (Gang stupid)
Oh well, oh well (Well)
Oh well, oh well (Gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (Gang)
Oh well, oh well (Gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (Gang, gang)
Oh well, oh well (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, boom, boom)
Oh well, oh well, oh well

Demi Lovato – My Girlfriends Are My Boyfriend Lyrics

[Verse 1: Demi Lovato]
I found the love of my life (I found the love of my life)
Wait, I mean the loves of my life (I mean the loves of my life)
My soulmates, my angels
My reasons I’m grateful
Don’t need a ring or a vow (Don’t need a ring or a vow)
I got my day ones around (I got my day ones around)
They’re perfect, they’re priceless
Forever like diamonds (Diamonds)

[Pre-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
I buy flowers for my girls
Then I shower them in pearls
After everything that I’ve been through

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
My girlfriends are my boyfriеnds
Ain’t nobody know me better
‘Til forеver do us apart
Yeah, we’ll be partying together
All my girlfriends are my boyfriend
But they won’t mess up my makeup
Yeah, my girlfriends are my boyfriend
But we’re never gonna break up

[Post-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Girl, girl, girlfriends are my boyfriends
Boyfriend is (Boyfriend is my)
Girl, girl, girlfriends are my boyfriends
Boyfriend is (Boyfriend is my)

[Verse 2: Demi Lovato]
The only lie I’ma do is lyin’ down in my room
The friendship’s romantic
If we’re cryin’, we’re laughin’
I don’t have to impress, don’t even have to wear less
Unless we go swimming and dip in the moonlight

[Pre-Chorus 2: Demi Lovato]
A reservation made for eight is way better than two plates
After everything that I’ve been though

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
My girlfriends are my boyfriends
Ain’t nobody know me better
‘Til forever do us apart
Yeah, we’ll be partying together
All my girlfriends are my boyfriend
But they won’t mess up my makeup (Oh)
Yeah, my girlfriends are my boyfriend
But we’re never gonna break up

[Post-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Girl, girl, girlfriends are my boyfriends
Boyfriend is (Boyfriend is my)
Girl, girl, girlfriends are my boyfriends
Boyfriend is (Boyfriend is my)

[Verse 3: Saweetie]
Saweetie
My girls doin’ it well (Yeah)
Cop whatever for my ladies ’cause they D4L
They my wifeys for lifey, they my BFFL’s (Mwah!)
They ain’t waitin’ for no diamonds, they can buy it themselves
(That’s right)
And they loyal to the soil, gotta keep ’em spoiled (Yeah)
Got a team full of queens, bad, bougie and loyal
And they always got my back like a chiropractor
You should be afraid if you cross any one of my girlfriends
Number one, number two, chicks over dicks
AP on the watch, LV on the fit
Goin’ through a breakup, here’s some makeup
Tell her, pick her face up, help her get her cake up
Hit the jeweler, heard his name was Jacob (I know that’s right)

[Chorus: Demi Lovato]
My girlfriends are my boyfriends
Ain’t nobody know me better
‘Til forever do us apart
Yeah, we’ll be partying together
All my girlfriends are my boyfriend
But they won’t mess up my makeup
Yeah, my girlfriends are my boyfriend
But we’re never gonna break up

[Post-Chorus: Demi Lovato]
Girl, girl, girlfriends are my boyfriends
Boyfriend is (Boyfriend is my)
Girl, girl, girlfriends are my boyfriends
Boyfriend is (Boyfriend is my)

Young M.A – Ooouuuvie (Whoopty Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
All this what we doin’
Red Life
I told em, haha
Ooouuuvie
(Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch) Uh

[Verse 1]
It’s a Ooouuuvie
I keep the sticks like sushi, bitch in the two-seat’
She bougie
She say, “You gotta pay for the coochie” (Huh?)
Told her, “Uh-uh, mama, nah, nah, nah, nah
If you free then you free”
Yeah, I’m a dog but I fuck on two feet
Soon as you cum then you leave (Get outta here)
Keep two guns on me (Grr)
I call ’em my mood swings (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
I just copped two rings, she like “What’s that on your neck?”
I’m like, “Oh that’s a pool king”
My mind ain’t right, I know I got loose screws
That’s why I keep me a toolie (Grr, pow)
Told niggas, “Ready or not, here I come”
That’s word to the Fugees (Ooh)
Sorry for the wait, when I drop this tape
I swear it’s like serving ’em a blue dream (Uh-huh)
Red life shit but my bloodie he crip
When he drip, you can see how that blue bleed
I ain’t claiming that bitch, heard she a thot
Heard shorty played with few teams (No-no)
I’m young and I’m rich, yes, I’m a thot
And yes, I keep me a few tings (Uh-huh)
Smoking that Zaza, got yack in the māthā
I’m in Jamaica speaking that Patois (Wagwan), big up to the Gaza
B-I-P to my blood, a nigga fly high (Huh?), throw them Bs up, sky-high (Grr)
Heard you he beef, aim at his noodles, we’ll turn that boy into pasta (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
My hitter a shotta, mm

[Segue]
Click-clack
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka

[Verse 2]
Ooouuuvie
When we in the club it’s a movie
I got the gang full of goonies
But I am a goblin like Tunechi (Tunechi)
I can’t never lack, gotta watch my back
‘Cause these niggas be switching like mood rings (Facts)
So if you that nigga I’m sending my hitters
Tospin on your block like it’s movie, slide in a hoopty
Just got a check, hundred K flex, so I went and bought me a new V
Went and upgraded the AP, water (Water), jacuzzi (ooh)
Had to bring the old Young M.A. back (Huh?)
And they still can’t fuck with the new me (Nah, never)

[Outro]
Fuck you talking ’bout?
They told me to do it so I went and did it, you feel me?
And that’s all they get
These niggas can’t fuck with me, man
I’m ridin’ laps around these niggas, man
Huh?
It’s red life
It’s Brooklyn
It’s M.A., bitch

Pop Smoke – AP (Music from the film Boogie) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
AP (Rico’s going crazy again)
AP, yeah (Ah? Haha)
Ayy, turn it up in the headphones
(This is a Melo beat)
Look

[Chorus]
AP, spicy (Spicy)
I bust a check in my Nikes (I bust a check)
Am I a killer? Might be (Might be)
Two tone, icy (Icy)
AP, spicy (Spicy)
I bust a check in my Nikes (I bust a check)
Am I a killer? Might be (Might be)
Two tone, icy (Icy)

[Post-Chorus]
Talk to me nice (Talk to me nice), or don’t talk at all, ah (Or don’t talk at all)
I make a call and it’s war (I make a call)
I’m off that Adderall (I’m off that Adderall)
Talk to me nice (Talk to me nice), or don’t talk at all, ah (Or don’t talk at all)
I make a call and it’s war (I make a call)
I’m off that Adderall (I’m off that Adderall)

[Verse 1]
Get to sprayin’ niggas ’cause I hate niggas
Fuck niggas, I ain’t playing with them
I don’t really wanna hear niggas
I don’t got nothing to say, nigga
I’m with bae eatin’ steak dinner
Just know he got a K with him
And my little mama got it in her purse
All I gotta say is, “Bae get ’em”
If I run down, it’s a drum round (Brrt)
All you gonna hear is gun sounds
Niggas know I bring them guns out
I make it hot when it’s sundown (Uh)
Fever, shawty wanna act like a diva
Shawty wanna suck on my nina (Nina)
I leave that shit wet, Aquafina

[Chorus]
AP, spicy (Spicy)
I bust a check in my Nikes (I bust a check)
Am I a killer? Might be (Might be)
Two tone, icy (Icy)
AP, spicy (Spicy)
I bust a check in my Nikes (I bust a check)
Am I a killer? Might be (Might be)
Two tone, icy (Icy)

[Post-Chorus]
Talk to me nice, or don’t talk at all, ah
I make a call and it’s war
I’m off that Adderall
Talk to me nice, or don’t talk at all, ah
I make a call and it’s war
I’m off that Adderall

[Verse 2]
Look, I got fifty-two shots in this Glock and an infrared up on an opp if he let off
Trey Suvy hold a chop
Yellow tape where it pop, knock his head off
Load up the chop, it go dumb
Niggas see me and they run
Silencer up on the gun
Niggas will shoot you for nun’
Trey Suvy, boy playin’ with the toolie
I bet he’d make a movie (Woo, woo)
Pop dripped up in Louis
Couple hundred in some jewelry
Spent fifty-five on her booty
Touch her ass and niggas shootin’

[Chorus]
AP, spicy
I bust a check in my Nikes
Am I a killer? Might be
Two tone, icy
AP, spicy
I bust a check in my Nikes
Am I a killer? Might be
Two tone, icy

[Post-Chorus]
Talk to me nice, or don’t talk at all (Huh?)
I make a call and it’s war
I’m off that Adderall
Talk to me nice, or don’t talk at all (Huh?)
I make a call and it’s war
I’m off that Adderall

Smokepurpp – 200 Thou Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, walkin’ through the mall
Ginseng
Walkin’ in the mall
Ho, bitch, yeah

[Chorus]
I got two hundred on me, walked through the mall and this shit started lookin’ like a bitch
She said she celibate, came to my room and I ended up turning that ho to a freak
I put my wrists in the ocean, the water, I poured it, [?]
You be the dock, yeah niggas know on my body, I walk in the spot like a beast
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E

[Verse 1]
I need somе Wock’, walk in the spot
Can’t stay too long or I make this shit hot
They knowing mе everywhere that I go
I fucked a bitch then I paid for her toes
I got Dior from my head to my toe
Margiela, Margiela I put on a coat
Drank 42 now she askin’ for [?]
I’m goin’ psycho, I’m goin’ psycho
I be on shrooms but I’m still gon’ recycle
Walk like a goat got me feelin’ like [?]
Walk in the bag, money look like a typo
I told her, nah baby them commas is real
Flirt with her [?] off a pill
I kick my feet up and then crack a seal
I’m really rich, living like this for real
Say the wrong thing and I swear you get popped
In TSA with a Xan’ in my sock
Look like a rainbow, got all color dot
Nigga can’t stand me ’cause I flex and pop
Pink diamonds on me they hit like a rock
Bitch I’m a monster, I can not be stopped
Never got shot so his cherry got popped
[?] different dracos on the yacht

[Chorus]
I got two hundred on me, walked through the mall and this shit started lookin’ like a bitch
She said she celibate, came to my room and I ended up turning that ho to a freak
I put my wrists in the ocean, the water, I poured it, [?]
You be the dock, yeah niggas know on my body, I walk in the spot like a beast
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E
I got two hundred on me, ridin’ in the Cullinan, gas tank still on E

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m a dog off a leash
I’m in a tub with three hoes and you know they all freaks
And I got Marni on me
I’m a walk down, shoot it up, and not guilty my plea
Walk in a suit, Prada my boots
Fuckin’ that bitch and I kick her out too
I break her back and then pass her a blue
41mm my AP, all of these bitches they wanna fuck me
35 thousand baguettes on my teeth
She fuck with me ’cause she say you a creep

Wiz Khalifa – Dreams Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: 24HRS]
Lil niggas gotta sit down, or get down
Yeah

[Verse 1: 24HRS]
’24 Chevy, this shit for the big dogs
Lil dog you sit down, my dog keep big rounds
“20, I wanna lick you like you ice cream”
Fell in love with marijuana, I’m a big fiend
I take cash under my wing ’cause my dog got potential
Bad bitch, independent, why would I control her?
Money getting larger and it feel I’m getting older
I just poured a four in a pineapple soda
Jimmy Carter ATL, we used to run the big door
Me and Ricky ruled back when we would do the kick though
[?] that’s a big Glock, and I respect that
Money where my mouth at, and lately that’s where my check at
My niggas never been the type to try to back down
Vibes at the crib, dollar sign in the background
“20 you know YG, can we go to Bompton?”

[Chorus: 24HRS]
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay, got ’em upset
Half a hundred M’s, that’s in one check
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject
Only rep the gang, that’s one set
Knew she was a hoe, she just ain’t done it yet
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject, yeah
Convertible Vette, got my name in the headrest
Put my feet up, smoking a J, let my legs rest
Shorty say I’m on her mind, headset
You and her suck me up, y’all both neck and neck
You get mad when I cuss you out in public
Could have that life, it’s the hustle you in love with
Every other day, make sure the bank get deposits
All blue ragtop riding down [?]

[Chorus: 24HRS & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
(Rose gold AP and that bitch bussin’)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
([?] and KK, just got it through customs)
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
(Seven hundred horses wanna race? I’ma dust ’em)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(All my lowriders sittin’ up like it’s doing crunches)

Playboi Carti – New N3on Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)

[Chorus]
(Flat, yeah, I’m from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (Whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (Slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (Got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (Wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (Bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (Slatt)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (Slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (Heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (Hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh (Hold up)
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (Take this pic)

[Verse]
Swag for days, hold up (Days, ayy)
Plays on plays, hold up, uh (Yeah)
J’s on J’s, hold up (Ayy, ayy)
Bag full of haze, hold up (Blatt, blatt)
In the back with your bitch, hold up (Back with your bitch)
In a drop-top Benz, hold up (Skrrt)
You gotta let shawty in (Slatt, slatt)
Make shawty top-ten, hold up (Top ten)
I made a bitch count ten, hold up (What?)
I met a bitch through a DM (Slatt, slatt)
On the block with the D on (D on, D on)
Hellcat look neon (Hellcat)
Tryna see what we on (Hold up, yeah)
Told that bitch to put the V on (V on)
Dripped down, got the flee on (Flee on)
I got these hoes on VLONE (VLONE, slatt)
Got a girl with the neon, huh (VLONE, Tech)
Everything all neon (Yeah, yeah)
And she rockin’ all neon (Slatt, slatt)
And she wearin’ all neon (Slatt)
Run it up like Deion
Sippin’ Tech, eat key lime (Tech, Tech)
And my swag so beyond
Put the bag on a peon (Slatt, slime)

[Chorus]
(Flat, yeah, I’m from the Flat)
Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (Whole lotta flex, slatt)
Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (Slatt, slatt)
Young nigga got swag, hold up (Got swag)
Gotta wave my flag, hold up (Wave my flag)
Got a bitch in the back, yeah (Bitch in the back)
Play with them racks, yeah (Yeah)
Iced-out plaque, yeah (Slatt)
Heart attack, yeah, yeah (Heart attack)
Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (Hold up)
AP wrist, hold up, uh
Too much gas, hold up, uh
Take this pic, yeah (Take this pic)

Lil Tecca – We Made It Lyrics

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[Intro: Pasto Flocco]
My nigga, he bossin’ with me
That’s my nigga, he bossin’ with me, yeah, yeah
That’s my nigga, he bossin’ with me
That’s my nigga, he bossin’ with me

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Niggas talkin’ but I’m not offended
If I need me a bag, I’ma get it
We just fuckin’, I don’t want no friendship
Wanna fuck, so I call up my best friend
Tecca signin’ that deal, boy, he made it
That’s my nigga, he bossin’ for me
If I like you don’t take it for granted
Got a treesh and she bussin’ for me
Niggas talkin’ but I’m not offended
If I need me a bag, I’ma get it
We just fuckin’, I don’t want no friendship
Wanna fuck, so I call up my best friend
Tecca signin’ that deal, boy, he made it
That’s my nigga, he bossin’ for me
If I like you don’t take it for granted
Got a treesh and she bussin’ for me

[Verse: Lil Tecca & Pasto Flocco]
Bitch, I’m Tecca, you don’t want no static
Tecca been grippin’ that shit, automatic
If you run up on me, put that chop to ya’ nose and the scene is gon’ end up real tragic
With the gang and the scene get to clappin’
Had to come up, yeah, we stayed in the back end
Yeah, I gotta keep a Glizzy or my Nina with me, we finnesin’ and trappin’
I put AP, this shit ’bout the package, I can’t fuck with no opps
My guys, they slingin’ them rocks
Hit a [?], yeah, that bitch is a thot
My niggas shinin’, we gon’ go to the top
Bust on that bitch, yeah, I bust like a Glock
Slide through my block, you get hit with a mop
My niggas grindin’, we goin’ straight to the top

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Niggas talkin’ but I’m not offended
If I need me a bag, I’ma get it
We just fuckin’, I don’t want no friendship
Wanna fuck, so I call up my best friend
Tecca signin’ that deal, boy, he made it
That’s my nigga, he bossin’ for me
If I like you don’t take it for granted
Got a treesh and she bussin’ for me
Niggas talkin’ but I’m not offended
If I need me a bag, I’ma get it
We just fuckin’, I don’t want no friendship
Wanna fuck, so I call up my best friend
Tecca signin’ that deal, boy, he made it
That’s my nigga, he bossin’ for me
If I like you don’t take it for granted
Got a treesh and she bussin’ for me

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Walking Dead Lyrics

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[Intro]
Goddamn, BJ with another one
Hahaha, ha ha
Hahahahaha

[Chorus]
It done kicked in, I’m on now, and I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em buried, I’ma get ’em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, “Shoot up where he stay”
Most timе I be full of meds
Kill switch, leavе a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that’s head for head
Creeper when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
Nigga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play it
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

[Verse 1]
Leanin’ out that kickstand, I say drive that rose and kids
Glorify my hitman, he know I love to clean up mess
4L tatted, ’round my neck
Let’s get active, then press next
Bitch, that caption get you stretched
Cut back massive, hit him, wreck
On sight clap ’em, and don’t miss
Clean the city, [?]
AP fashion, mean his wrist
Murder one, I seen that shit
Just like they got the top down
You would think I’m Ken, got hella bricks
He a demon baby but he Heaven-sent
They don’t weigh the same that’s a heavy stick
Roller coaster when the MAC-11 spit
Fuck you mean you ain’t eatin’, nigga?
Take him out, this ain’t no belly shit
Interruptin’ my meal, nigga
Separate his ass on some section shit
Gang ties in them people eyes
So my mans in all type of shit
But I’m numbed up through all of it

[Chorus]
It done kicked in, I’m on now, and I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em buried, I’m gon’ get ’em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, “Shoot up where he stay”
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slime, that’s head for head
Creeper when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
Nigga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play it
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

[Verse 2]
I run that money up, I could fill a Brinks truck
On Dump, they gone die in here, if they try to breach us
Bitch, why you try to run? You know your cleats stuck
Blow the strap and leave you laid out with your feet up
Nigga try to walk like Top, like, they wanna be us
Bitch, we the reason your brother murder got your tension up
I say, “God be with them niggas,” talk bout, zippin’ us
I’m that nigga, made them juvis from the Parish, what you sayin’?

[Chorus]
It ain’t kick, then I’m on now, and I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the windows rolled down, then we let the shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em bare, I’m gon’ get ’em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I sparkle it
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, “Shooter, where you stay?”
Most time I be feel amaze
Catch him, leave a nigga dead
Tears say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that’s head for head
Creepin’ when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for the slime, we said
Nigga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

[Outro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (4KTrey)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Gon’ get ’em knocked off

Phora – Expensive Taste Lyrics

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[Intro: Phora]
I mean, haha
Yeah

[Chorus: Phora]
She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin’ hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
Shе in the Hills and she blowin’ hella cash, yеah
She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste, yeah

[Verse 1: Phora]
She like the palm trees and the droptops and the warm breeze, yeah
She from the Westside with the sunsets and the bomb weed, yeah
She thinks she know me, but I know her and she lonely, yeah
We take it slowly, fuck a ring, shawty want a Rollie, yeah
She hit Rodeo then hit the beach, liquor and lines, off the Louis V
Drinks on the rocks out in Malibu, got me wonderin’ like, “Who is she?”
Makeup and her hair done and she bossed up like Kylie
Eviantte, wrist frosted, diamonds fuckin’ up the climate
She in L.A., she left her heart back home
She don’t look for love no more, already crossed that road
She wanna go fuck up the function ’til the club gon’ close
She don’t let ’em read her feelings, yeah, her heart don’t show, no, no
Finna slide off in the coupe, gone missin’
I can see her, but it’s only from a distance
Spillin’ drink on the floor, she trippin’
Smokin’ on loud, got double vision
She love to get lifted and she love the attention
She just want the finer things, a Hollywood addiction

[Chorus: Phora & Tyla Yaweh]
She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin’ hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin’ hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste (Yeah), she got expensive taste (Oh)
She got expensive taste, yeah

[Verse 2: Tyla Yaweh]
Got a lot of money I just spent tonight (Tonight)
Hopped up on a jet ski, went to Mars, just took a flight (Oh, oh, oh)
Big bag by the mornin’, this my type of life, yeah
I make sure your rent is paid, I take a risk just like pilot (Oh, oh)
I know that her life expensive, yeah, yeah (Expensive)
AP ’round her wrist, she match my waist (Waist)
She don’t even have to clean her house ’cause we’ve got maid (Maid)
Smellin’ like some Baccarat, she got expensive taste
If she got no racks, she better walk up out my way
She got thick thighs (Thick thighs), huh, sit right (Sit right)
When she hop inside the coupe, it make her act right (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I bought her new YSL, thirty racks on Dior
Take a trip to Rodeo, I had to make a detour, detour

[Chorus: Phora & Tyla Yaweh]
She like Chanel bags, yeah (Woah, oh)
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah
She in the Hills and she blowin’ hella cash, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste
She like Chanel bags, yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
She look at me like she been through hell and back, yeah (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
She in the Hills and she blowin’ hella cash, yeah
She got expensive taste, she got expensive taste
She got expensive taste, yeah

[Outro: Tyla Yaweh]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Meek Mill – Oh Lord Lyrics

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[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, trappin’ like the Carter
Yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Double MG, we gon’ crush y’all
If it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck y’all
Niggas, they don’t want war
Spent a hundred on my Patek, took them cuffs off
Totin’ automatics, this the shit we get a rush off
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young broad
Why the fuck would I give a fuck for
We don’t lose sleep ’bout a fuck boy
Sendin’ hits like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Rylo
If they all move, then they die slow, pronto
Mixin’ that Gucci, that Louis, that Yves Saint Laurent with that new Milano
Feelin’ that shit that I ride for
Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-O
Who gon’ motivate niggas if I go? Namе one
At the clear port, whеre you can’t come
Eatin’ finger lickin’ on an G5, breath stank with the A1
When it come to rappers, I don’t be with niggas
I’m still mobbin’ on ’em with my day ones
Lil’ shawty tried to play the kid but I’m Jay Sean
Handle that rod like it’s M1, talkin’ hot sauce
When it pop off with my Glock off
And the Wraith here from a pop-star
Man, I’m livin’ a life niggas would die for
This that young nigga talk out the dealership
When you killin’ shit, on some winnin’ shit
At the VMAs with the .30 on me
In the front row and we with the shit
Heard these fuck-niggas had the free smoke
When we run into ’em, we gon’ kill and shit
Talkin’ really quick, keep the strap on me like a nigga’s bitch

[Interlude: YFN Lucci]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Hard body, hard body, yeah, yeah, oh)
(Oh-oh, oh)
(Hard body, hard body, yeah)
Look

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Okay, look, Young Fly Nigga ’bout cash, say fuck the other side
They don’t want no drama with us, I hate my brother died
Now we want homicide, murder after murder, wan’ make his momma cry
Kidnap his kids, leave ’em traumatized
We gon’ hide niggas, they ain’t gon’ find niggas
Gotta keep that semi on my side like a side-kicker
Long live my nigga forever, we waited forever
Make my kid get a kid, they got a family forever, yeah
Get ’em sent far like the Godfather, that’s on my daughter, yeah
Oh, I want his bitch and his sister and his friends, yeah, nigga, yeah
Uh, MAC-10, too many burners in the black van
Hit up permanent best friend, we got weapon
We won’t condone it, won’t address it
Hundred thousand on his head, make my dawg fetch it, yeah
Hundred thousand in my pocket, make ’em look pregnant, yeah, uh
AP on me lit, I don’t want your bitch
Every single diamond VVS, I’ma hold it down by my respect
Ayy, fuck they found this nigga at? Yeah
Hit him nine times, if he survive, that cat was blessed, yeah, yeah
Murder for fun
Y’all niggas, you know we good with them hammers and guns
You know if you hit ’em in the head, we gon’ double the fun
And if the nigga ain’t dead, I’ma need a refund, yeah
Look, .44 F&N, two desert eagles, you know how we comin’, nigga
More sticks than the army, nigga
More drugs than a pharmacist, nigga
I dare you try to harm a nigga, you harmless, nigga, yeah
100K on my neck and it’s charmless, nigga
You know who the don is, yeah
Pop a seal and let my soul spill, yeah
I’m still the goat in the farm field
On my second mill’, I told my partners chill
Put 60K on my wrist to make my aunt chill

[Outro: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, hard body, hard body, yeah
Where I’m from there ain’t no love for ’em
Nobody, nobody, yeah, yeah, uh
Ain’t no love, no, no
From the other side, yeah
Uh

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

Ty Dolla $ign – Nothing Like Your Exes Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 1]
See that you pull up alone (Up alone)
All in the club with no panties on (Panties on)
You ain’t gotta check your phone
He don’t know what he got at home
We both know that he a clown
Tell by how you walking’ that he don’t dick you down
Don’t you hear my talkin’, baby?
Love me now, I go crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I can put you in your dream house (House), stylin’ (Stylin’, ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain’t your boyfriend, you just vibin’
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain’t nothin’
[Chorus]
Nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 2]
Tell ’em you ain’t get the message
Say you in the hills and there ain’t no reception
Funny how you got him stressin’
IG post got the nigga pressured
Usually I don’t save these hoes
But tonight I’m a hero
Hit it ’til you dozin’ off
Got you wakin’ up

[Pre-Chorus]
In the big ass dream house (House), stylin’ (Stylin’, ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain’t your boyfriend, you just vibin’
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain’t nothin’

[Chorus]
Nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, yeah)
[Outro]
Nothin’ like your—, nothin’ like your exes, ooh-oh
He ain’t tell you that you sexy, lock it down-lock it down
Nothin’ like your—, nothin’ like your exes
He ain’t tell you that you sexy

Ty Dolla $ign – Real Life Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Cops still killin’ niggas in real life
Signed a deal for eight figures in real life
Threeway, model bitches, in real life
I done been around the world so many times
That’s real life
Real life, real

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s gon be ups and downs for a real nigga
Tryna make a dollar out of a nickel
All the haters see that we gettin’ money
The whole Taylor Gang ringin’ bells
Ten toes down, in the Chanel
Oh hate me, go check the timе, flooded out my AP
I ain’t got time, they ain’t ‘tryna pay mе
Jumped in the Porsche, and the new Mercedes
Did a song with Beyoncé and JAY Z
So many sacrifices, this ain’t happen overnight
Puttin’ that work in real life
I spent a M on this ice

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Cops still killin’ niggas in real life
Signed a deal for eight figures in real life
Threeway, model bitches, in real life
I done been around the world so many times
That’s real life
Real life, real
[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Me and my brothers countin’ up a million, in real life
I remember we was marchin’ through the field, in the night
Had Glocks, we was posted outside all day
When my dawg got out the court, I put him in tennis chain
We was stackin’ up the chicken, I counted up ten a day
I’ve been ballin’ real life, give a fuck what a nigga say
We real life trap, the packs was in the bay
Double R, floor matte and the new Bentayg’
Fuck up cheese, ayy
We was slidin’ in a ‘Rari on the freeway
She want a threeway on a C-day
I told her eat the dick up like a cheat day
We havin’ her homegirls inside the PJ
Panoramic views, on her everytime she look up
Gangsta real life, none of these niggas ever shook us
Got a couple million put up
And I still shine when I pull up
Bitch, I came from the bottom, put the whole damn hood on

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Cops still killin’ niggas in real life
Signed a deal for eight figures in real life
Threeway, model bitches, in real life
I done been around the world so many times
That’s real life
Real life, real

Juice WRLD – Best Believe Lyrics

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[Intro]
This motherfucking [?]
You best believe me (Sheesh)
Nigga, you best believe me
Hit-Boy
Woo, [?]

[Chorus]
Best believe me, uh
You can catch me stunting on your TV, uh
VVS’s on me like an ICEE, uh
She gon’ eat my children just like ice cream, uh
Niggas out of date, they look like Ice-T, uh
You can catch me stunting on your TV, yuh
AP skeleton like an ICEE, yuh
Ran out of sprite for the codeine, hm, yeah
So I dropped a six in the Hi-C

[Verse 1]
Whippin’ a bowl, live on the stove, I don’t gotta do that no more
Keep a pole, don’t trust no soul, I’ma still do that for sure
‘Cause these niggas be watchin’ and plottin’
Lord help the nigga that decide he wanna rob me
Aw, shoot his face off
Whip it while she suck me, I got two rocks off
I don’t wanna deal with you, I’ma throw you to the squad
Say you with No Limit then we send you up to God
We done did that a few times (Okay)
That’s your lil’ bitch? Well, I done hit that a few times (Okay)
You know it though ’cause we been through this a few times (Okay, okay)
You say it’s on sight (Uh-huh)
I watched you text me that, just caught you at a red light

[Chorus]
Best believe me, uh
You can catch me stunting on your TV, uh
VVS’s on me like an ICEE, uh
She gon’ eat my children just like ice cream, uh
Niggas out of date, they look like Ice-T, uh
You can catch me stunting on your TV, yuh
AP skeleton like an ICEE, yuh
Ran out of sprite for the codeine, hm, yeah
So I dropped a six in the Hi-C

[Verse 2]
I been sippin’ lean like Breezy (Okay)
I been drivin’ all these bad hoes crazy
Have a baby in a black Mercedes (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Jizzin’ in that bitch Mercedes
Whoa, bickin’ back being bool with my goons (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
I still see shadows in my room
That’s not from a ho though
That’s from the Percs, mixin’ that with the cough syrup
Pour like four more (Okay), fuck your bitch, promo (Ayy)
Stick on me got a dick in it, that’s an extra, no homo (Ayy)
You and your niggas are broke, washed up, K-Ci & JoJo
All of my niggas stay Glocked up, catch a body they won’t get locked up
I been bodying these beats, monster
Every day getting to the commas
Every day, every day, nigga, every day I been countin’ all guap up
My brother just got a new bitch
Kel-Tec can’t wait to use it
Kel-Tec, the real Tec, Hi-Tech red, I’ma pour my shit

[Chorus]
Best believe me, uh
You can catch me stunting on your TV, uh
VVS’s on me like an ICEE, uh
She gon’ eat my children just like ice cream, uh
Niggas out of date, they look like Ice-T, uh
You can catch me stunting on your TV, yuh
AP skeleton like an ICEE, yuh
Ran out of sprite for the codeine, hm, yeah
So I dropped a six in the Hi-C

[Outro]
I been sippin’ lean like Breezy
I been drivin’ all these bad hoes crazy
Have a baby in a black Mercedes
Jizzin’ in that bitch Mercedes, woah
Hit-Boy

6ix9ine – WAIT Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Wait, wait, wait
I got them jealous again, they in they feelings again
Wait, wait, wait
Cry baby, they crying again ’cause they can’t do what I can
Wait, wait, wait
And I’m still fresh out the can, shout out my lawyer, Lance
Wait, wait, wait
Bust down Cartier, I know you see I’m the man
Wait, wait, wait
I just did it again, watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I just got an advance, ran up a couple of M’s
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Poppin’, I’m poppin’ some bands, watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I’ma still pop my shit, got a few likes on the ‘Gram
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
I’m in the stars again, wait, wait
I’m up on Mars again, wait, wait
She wan’ fuck a star again, wait, wait
I won’t take a loss again, wait, wait
I’m in the Benz again, with her and her friends and them
If she a lil’ baddie, I wanna date
She want the addy, ain’t no way
I be on the block with the same old niggas
Y’all be on thе block with the same old bitches
No nеw hoes, y’all can’t do better
I be on the block but my check got bigger
I be on the block but my chain got bigger
Shoutout KayKay, 1K my nigga
He let it spark, gra-ta-ta-ta
He can make ’em dance, bachata-ta
I got the AP, two-tone, she want a baby, no no
I start the engine, Lambo, I do the dash and skrrt off
I got a dancer, redbone, beat on my chest like King Kong
She licky, licky (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Chorus]
Wait, wait, wait
I got them jealous again, they in they feelings again
Wait, wait, wait
Cry baby, they crying again ’cause they can’t do what I can
Wait, wait, wait
And I’m still fresh out the can, shout out my lawyer, Lance
Wait, wait, wait
Bust down Cartier, I know you see I’m the man
Wait, wait, wait
I just did it again, watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I just got an advance, ran up a couple of M’s
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Poppin’, I’m poppin’ some bands, watch me hit my dance
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I’ma still pop my shit, got a few likes on the ‘Gram
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Kaash Paige – Break Up Song Lyrics

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[Intro: Kaash Paige]
Yeah
It hurts to know
Ayy, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Kaash Paige]
Used to hurtin’ you
And that’s just what I do
Play games, never pursue
Used, used, used to hurtin’ you
Used to hurtin’ you

[Chorus: Kaash Paige]
My potential break up song
Don’t turn this on
And you know I don’t care but most do
But you gon’ get hurt if you want to
My potential break up song
Don’t turn this on
And you know I don’t care but most do
But you gon’ get hurt if you want to

[Verse 2: Kaash Paige]
Addin’ you, to my collection (Collection)
So I’m attractin’ you, for my protection (Oh, oh)
Put an AP on your wrist, you’re my possession
Talking ’bout toxic with it, but you know I’m selfish (Baby girl, I know)
But you can’t leave me now (Oh)
You can’t leave me now (Oh)
This house is not a home (Oh)
Get it then I go (Oh)
You say my heart is cold
But you’ve been diggin’ for some gold
Tryna see, where my mind is at
I was sneakin’, you was peepin’ and I’m fine with that
Missed calls, we ain’t speakin’, then I’m fallin’ back

[Chorus: Kaash Paige]
My potential break up song
Don’t turn this on
And you know I don’t care but most do
But you gon’ get hurt if you want to
My potential break up song
Don’t turn this on
And you know I don’t care but most do
But you gon’ get hurt if you want to

[Verse 3: K CAMP]
Yeah
All these hoes come with baggage
These bitches know I’m on that cash shit
It turned me to a savage (Savage)
I know how to treat a bad bitch
They admirin’ your fashion, that CC you’ve been grabbin’
Know we just fuckin’ but you know I lay off my mind (Lay off my mind)
Girl how you love me when I know you lay off your heart? (Lay off your heart)
Why you keep bitches, just hold your breath, don’t stop
Energy switchin’, I think we best apart
Put you on the game that you talkin’
Put you on the game that you know
Taught you how to put it in, your pocket
Trust the money, I can’t trust these hoes (These hoes)
Yeah
Don’t plead (Don’t plead)
She on my plan with my seed
She don’t mind, oh please
What?
I pull these hoes with ease

[Chorus: Kaash Paige]
My potential break up song
Don’t turn this on
And you know I don’t care but most do
But you gon’ get hurt if you want to
My potential break up song
Don’t turn this on
And you know I don’t care but most do
But you gon’ get hurt if you want to

[Outro: Kaash Paige]
Baby come over

Pop Smoke – Be Clearr Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Long Nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear

[Verse]
I just pulled up to TD in I8
If we all getting money than why hate
Smoove Heasy the renty like why wait
We the hottest in the tri-state
My nigga got’ raise up the crime rate
If you try to play with me
So don’t play with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up to the party, gasoline
Who’s coming in? Like all of us
I’m from a town where we pour the henny in double cups
It’s enough henny for all of us
We getting money we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi designer stuff
Just pulled 20k, I’ve been getting my way
Top down in the wraith, baddie giving me face
AP from a touch down, I just pulled from a chase
Shout out my lawyer, he just beat my case

[Chorus]
Long Nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear

[Bridge]
Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith I ain’t jacking a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger
I don’t care who fake I fuck with the real, I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters
Be clear when I say in Allah I got faith I ain’t jacking a lot of you niggas
Got the ice on my neck call me Bobby Boucher, reach and I pull the trigger
I don’t care who fake I fuck with the real, I roll around with my hitters, hitters, hitters, hitters

[Chorus]
Long Nights, in the trap, it got a nigga sick
It got a nigga this, far
Yes it did, yes it did, yes I did
But be clear

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Don Q – Flood My Wrist Lyrics

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[Intro: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Don Q]
Yeah, mm (Goat status)
My bitch (Yeah), that my bitch now, mm
Whats good? Yeah
Flood my wrist
Uh, Don, yeah
.30 clip, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (Ah) Eliantte style (Eliantte style), mm
.30 clip (.30 clip)
Make you put your fist down (Put your fist down)
That’s my bitch (That’s my bitch)
Nigga, you can have that bitch now (You can have that bitch)
For the clique, ayy
Nigga, blow your whole house down (Blow your house down), mm
Leave the bloodstain on your couch now, yeah
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (VVs in) Eliantte style, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Big ol’ drip (Drip, drip)
Make a bitch like my pic’ (Let’s go, let’s go), oh, yeah
She’s so thick, hit the bitch once, don’t miss, oh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I’m so rich, yeah, I could bust down that ho, little wrist (Let’s go)
I drive my double R on with the stick
Yeah, when I go to the club, make it rain
Yeah, when you go to the club, make it miss
Okay, my section lit, yo’ shit dry as a bitch (Woah)
When I smoke gas, I be high as a bitch
Yes, I’m so high I say, “Hi” to a blimp
And then when I get dressed, I be fly as a pimp (Let’s go)
Ain’t nobody, I be in my Maserati
Like the bracelet it cost me a mazi wrist
I got me a brand new Patek all on my
Just to show you niggas what time it is (Oh)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (Ah) Eliantte style (Eliantte style), mm
.30 clip (.30 clip)
Make you put your fist down (Put your fist down)
That’s my bitch (That’s my bitch)
Nigga, you can have that bitch now (You can have that bitch)
For the clique, ayy
Nigga, blow your whole house down (Blow your house down), mm
Leave the bloodstain on your couch now, yeah
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (VVs in) Eliantte style, yeah

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Got a redbone, mixed (Redbone mixed)
Can’t give head and no spit, yeah (Can’t give head and no spit)
Make you catch my kids (Let’s go)
Who next? Let me check my list (Let me check my list)
I just checked out with a Tia and Tamera, yeah, uh
(I know that they’ll never leave me forever)
I keep me some twenties, that keep me together
(I know what I need, I keep ’em for pleasure)
In the matte black whip, like “Catch my drift” (Catch my drift)
That’s my bitch, so she match my drip (Match my drip)
Bought her AP so she match my wrist (She match my wrist)
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass that thick (An ass that thick)
Before the ass-shot, she ain’t act like this (She ain’t act like this)
Was a girl good before she had that shit (She had that shit)
Sittin’ on a rope, better have my spliff (Better have)
Then I put her on the stove, make her bag my zips (Bag up, ooh)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (Ah) Eliantte style (Eliantte style), mm
.30 clip (.30 clip)
Make you put your fist down (Put your fist down)
That’s my bitch (That’s my bitch)
Nigga, you can have that bitch now (You can have that bitch)
For the clique, ayy
Nigga, blow your whole house down (Blow your house down), mm
Leave the bloodstain on your couch now, yeah
Flood my wrist (Flood my wrist)
What you think now? (What you think now?)
VVs in (VVs in) Eliantte style, yeah

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert & Don Q]
Big ol’ drip
That’s my bitch, so she match my drip
Make a bitch like my pic’
I don’t think I’ve ever seen an ass that thick
She’ so thick
Bought her AP so she match my wrist
Bitch once, don’t miss
That’s my bitch, so she match my drip
Yeah

DaBaby – TALK ABOUT IT Lyrics

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[Intro]
Baby (Wheezy outta here)
Let’s go

[Chorus]
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy-nominated nigga, bitch, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Get down, get down)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bitch, you ain’t seen a nigga do it like Baby (Uh-uh)
Big chain and I’m solo in this bitch
Glock four-five, AP and four bracelets (Let’s go)
I just spent three million on the crib (Three Ms)
And I don’t even be there, I just did it for my baby (No cap)
You prolly never met a nigga like me
Really ’bout whatever, from the bottom like the basement (The bottom)
You might have a point but I ain’t finna argue with you
Won’t go back and forth or be to shoutin’
I’m in the studio, I got my daughter with me in a Fendi dress, she rockin’ diamonds (From Johnny)
Light show, nigga (Let’s go)
Heat me up, I got my ice on, nigga
I be signin’ million-dollar deals with my fingertips on eSign on my fuckin’ iPhone, nigga
I’m the nigga, let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy-nominated nigga, bitch, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (No cap)
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy-nominated nigga, bitch, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Get down, get down)

[Verse 2]
Court dates for the New Year (2020)
Twenty on the Louis, twenty-seven thousand for a jet I never boarded
Everybody in the county treat a nigga like the truth (Truth)
Lock the jail down every time a nigga move (Lockdown)
In a dirty-ass cell, doin’ push-ups, eatin’ soup
The media believin’ ’em, they wanna see me go back
Rich nigga can’t rob a broke nigga and you know that
Locked a nigga up in South Florida like he Kodak
A quarter-million dollars in my motherfuckin’ tote bag
They think I like to fight until a nigga get a toe tag (Boom)
Hang his jersey up, his shit a throwback (Throwback)
Police ain’t know me, they don’t wanna see me bubble
Pretty-ass smile like my motherfuckin’ mother
All the nigga know is hustle, multi-million dollar nigga
Got to stay up out of trouble, I’m the realest nigga in it
Let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy-nominated nigga, bitch, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Get down, get down)
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy-nominated nigga, bitch, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Get down, get down)

Superbee – Bust Down AP Lyrics

[Intro]
Look at my bust down AP, AP

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills

[Verse 1]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
몰래 club 간 니 여자처럼 걍 존나 dance, yeah (dance)
지갑을 놓고 갔어 갤러리아에서 (shit, shIt)
난 계산했어 시계에 박힌 다이아 떼서 (시발)
I don’t f**k with Swarovski (no Swarovski)
친구 안 해 Datejust 36mm (no Datejust)
외제차를 탔어 3년 전에 이미 (my foreign whip)
너흰 모두 나의 과거형들이지
Audemars on my wrist, 어른들 말
안 듣고도 여기까지, 바닥에서 꼭대기 있었지 오르막
얼음 시계 찬 멋쟁이, 보석을 박아대, bust down (ice)
니 돈으로 못 사는 걸 너무 쉽게 해내 이 머스마 (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills

[Verse 2]
Audemars, yeah, all of my bandz
안 입어 Ksubi, 걸쳐 Prada pants (Prada pants)
이 놈에 새끼들 돈 얘기는 못 믿어, 구라 같애, yeah
니 사장이 돈 제대로 안 준다는 건 나도 아네 (bitch)
목걸이 자랑 좀 하지 마, 그거 만든 jeweler 병신이니까
나 혼자 외롭게 빛나지, 넘 많은 가짜 새끼들의 cubic drown
난 누구 밑에 안 들어가
Level도 아닐 뿐더러 now I am the boss
Z4, Unedu도 bust it down, Insta posting bomb
어린놈이 손목 위엔 AP
너네 기분을 잡치게 하려 한 건 아냐, sorry (sorry)
Hood Baby turnt Yng & Rich shit
난 돈을 쌓아 올려 기절할 정도로 많이 (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills