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Headie One – Beggars Can’t Be Choosers Lyrics

[Intro]
Quincy Tellem
Turn, turn, yo

[Chorus]
Got yutes that I loved that I can’t be cool with
Yutes I gotta let down, that I went school with (Ah)
Had this ching sound that I was on the wing with
Mask off like Future (Suh, suh, suh)
How me and him got beef now?
We sat down and ate [cup?] noodles
Sawed shotgun I risked it all with (Turn, turn, turn)
Beggars can’t be choosers (Turn, turn)
Yutes that I loved that I can’t be cool with
Yutes I gotta let down, that I went school with
Had this ching sound that I was on the wing with
My mask off like Future (Suh, suh, suh)
How me and him got beef now?
We sat down and ate [cup?] noodles
Sawed shotgun I risked it all with
Beggars can’t be choosers (Yo)

[Verse 1]
Kash got eight for a pocket rocket
He did somethin’ foolish (Free up, free up)
He was playin’ with a hand ting
When there’s bare hands like [Rubert?] (Ah)
Broski forgot about camera footage (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
Now we gotta link up with rugs on [minimum?] (My nigga)
I could’ve had seven on my back just like a right winger
I don’t wanna lie to here, rather lie with her
She know, but she don’t like Bryson Tiller (Turn)
She ask why I invest in smoke
Why, cah [?] light my men up
They said they got smoke, but I know mine’s bigger
Two G ’17, now I’m down five figures (Turn, turn, turn up)
Burnt unlimited dinners (Dammit)
But now in the field, I done played them fixtures
Pussy hoe shoot, no you ain’t no driller
Newborn baby can pull that trigger
I was in the Trizzy (Suh)
Five hundred grams in gym and no gymnasium (Uh, one)
If I match it to the mic, Channing Tatum

[Chorus]
Got yutes that I loved that I can’t be cool with
Yutes I gotta let down, that I went school with (Ah)
Had this ching sound that I was on the wing with
Mask off like Future (Suh, suh, suh)
How me and him got beef now?
We sat down and ate [cup?] noodles
Sawed shotgun I risked it all with (Turn, turn, turn)
Beggars can’t be choosers (Turn, turn)
Yutes that I loved that I can’t be cool with
Yutes I gotta let down, that I went school with
Had this ching sound that I was on the wing with
My mask off like Future (Suh, suh, suh)
How me and him got beef now?
We sat down and ate [cup?] noodles
Sawed shotgun I risked it all with
Beggars can’t be choosers (Yo)

[Verse 2]
They say beggars can’t be choosers (No)
Winners can’t be losers (Really)
How many time did I lose my freedom?
Where the opps at? I can’t be in movement (Why?)
Another house stop, it can’t be bootin’
It just can’t be another shootin’ (Turn, turn, turn)
Three hundred English pounds to spare
Might buy a house in Luton
And when I make five million English pounds
Then I’ma sign up for uni
Got hung jury in front of the judge
Not Judy, her children love my music (Free up)
She said “Don’t do it again” like Pia Mia
Bro wanna make this strip hot like Congo
Where the P are, not DR (Brr)
Ever had the jakes pissed, they couldn’t find that nina
Bad B wanna get rid of my clothes, I think she is a keeper
But [?] I can phone up either (Both)
She love the AP, but I come with a chandelier like Sia

[Chorus]
Got yutes that I loved that I can’t be cool with
Yutes I gotta let down, that I went school with (Ah)
Had this ching sound that I was on the wing with
Mask off like Future (Suh, suh, suh)
How me and him got beef now?
We sat down and ate [cup?] noodles
Sawed shotgun I risked it all with (Turn, turn, turn)
Beggars can’t be choosers (Turn, turn)
Yutes that I loved that I can’t be cool with
Yutes I gotta let down, that I went school with
Had this ching sound that I was on the wing with
My mask off like Future (Suh, suh, suh)
How me and him got beef now?
We sat down and ate [cup?] noodles
Sawed shotgun I risked it all with
Beggars can’t be choosers (Yo)

Tink – Rebel Lyrics

[Intro]
(Right Now Sound)
(Hitmaka)
(Romano)
(OG Parker)

[Verse 1: Tink]
Shawty got me excited
Fallin’ deep, but I like it (Huh)
Pullin’ up and I’m outside
I’d ride it like a Bugatti (‘Gatti)
Eighty-five on this cube
Top down when we cruisin’ (Cruise)
Somethin’ ’bout you here with me that gets me high (High)
It’s that good love with that street shit
Got me all in my feels (Feels)
Cuttin’ off my old niggas, don’t need ’em all in my ear (Ear)
All that back and forth, makes me wanna trust you (Trust)
Make me want it more, every time I fuck you

[Chorus: Jeremih, with Tink]
Forty-five on the bezel, ayy
Shorty my little rebel, ayy (Rebel)
Fuckin’ on her, she spеcial, ayy
Hit her with the rose pеtals, ayy (Hey)
I’m the bass, she the treble, ayy
AP, gave her a medal, ayy (Ayy)
Black card and them debit, ayy
Shootin’ out of the barrel, ayy
Shorty on a new level, ayy
She ain’t never gon’ settle (Settle)
Hit it first like Ray J, I’m baskin’ in it no Carol (Carol)
Said her last man was a zero
He ain’t had my type of dinero (No)
She ain’t supposed to be here tonight
She a bad thing, little rebel, ayy

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Said it’s on tonight
I came to take you there
Said it’s anything you wanna do (Do)
My body on your body, yeah
I hope you don’t play fair
Not fair (Fair)
Drape you in diamonds, somewhere exotic (Yeah)
Make you my goddess, not fair (Ayy)
It ain’t no contest, when we get it poppin’ (Hey)
I’m just bein’ honest

[Chorus: Jeremih, with Tink]
Forty-five on the bezel, ayy
Shorty my little rebel, ayy (Rebel)
Fuckin’ on her, she special, ayy
Hit her with the rose petals, ayy (Hey)
I’m the bass, she the treble, ayy
AP, gave her a medal, ayy (Ayy)
Black card and them debit, ayy
Shootin’ out of the barrel, ayy
Shorty on a new level, ayy
She ain’t never gon’ settle (Settle)
Hit it first like Ray J, I’m baskin’ in it no Carol (Carol)
Said her last man was a zero
He ain’t had my type of dinero (No)
She ain’t supposed to be here tonight
She a bad thing, little rebel, ayy

[Outro: Tink]
Forty-five on the bezel
Shorty my little rebel
Fuckin’ him like he special
Hit me with the rose petal
I’m the bass, he the treble
AP, gave me a medal
Black card ain’t no debit
Shootin’ out of the barrel

Isaiah Rashad – True Story Lyrics

[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Imagine what a hundred gon’ be on your wrist
It’s imaginable
Yeah, uh-huh
It’s on, bitch (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Why you tryna break my heart, why you tryna infiltrate my mind?
Yeah, lights on in the crib, ice all on my bitch
Yeah, nicer than I feel, darker than the feel
Yeah, ice all on my kids, lights out in the crib
Bitch, it’s the magic one, uh-huh, don’t lose me in your ribs
It’s the nasty one, huh, she feel fantabulous
I got— haha, what you askin’ for
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
What am I to do with her today, huh?
Big dawg, chewin’ on her face, huh
Bona fide and a dedication
Smokin’ on a few yesterday, huh
Please don’t kill my night out, please don’t kill nobody up in here (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Yeah, floating outta body, I appear (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Don’t jump off the ledge, stacking chips
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh

[Chorus: Amindi & Isaiah Rashad, Isaiah Rashad]
I’m giving what I got until it ain’t me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Can’t make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (Yeah, hey)
My brother goin’ corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasn’t workin’ at all (Haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
I’m giving what I got until it ain’t me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Can’t make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (Yeah, yeah)
My brother goin’ corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasn’t workin’ at all (Haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Now this that flavor, huh? This your favorite, huh?
She say that I’m her baby, huh? You notice her behavior switch?
You don’t hit harder than me, you soft as some baby shit
Gimme this, gimme that, gimme, he never gave me shit
Why you bagging that? You got a bitch, that’s hustle and flow
Choppas on top of choppas, that bank right in front of your house
Boy, you just running your mouth, cap, you looking for clout, shoe fit
Where them motherfuckers? You walking ’em out, stat
I’m the east-iest, they know I charge a fee for this
If I was down before this verse, then I’m back on my feet with this
Zay, we gotta eat with this, still hungry, they peeping it
Clean the plate off immediately and completely, we ain’t leaving shit
I know they can’t believe it, I’m bleedin’ it, slidin’, leanin’ ’em
Gotta beat the odds, no surprise ’til we even it
Top Dawg alumni with it, huh
Saint Bernard with it, bark low, but the bite vicious

[Verse 3: Jay Worthy]
Bellin’ through the hood the other day, ayy
I ran into my older brother Dre, say
He told me keep that toolie on your waist, bang
He know I do it, do it for the gang, gang
Pull up on my niggas with the drank, drank
AP on my wrist a hunnid K, K
We pour up in the set every day, day
Then I fly to Tenakee and I hit Zay, Zay
Fuck around, bitch, I do it like a G, though
Getting off this weight like it’s keto
Beast mode, I’m still selling grams for a P note
Streets know, west side niggas got the cheat code

[Chorus: Amindi & Isaiah Rashad, Isaiah Rashad]
I’m giving what I got until it ain’t me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Can’t make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (Yeah, hey)
My brother goin’ corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasn’t workin’ at all (Haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh
I’m giving what I got until it ain’t me, mane
My brother was my partner, died like last night week, mane
Can’t make it to Atlantis on a jet ski, mane
Tried leaning on my partners (Yeah, hey)
My brother goin’ corporate, he was pitching that raw
Our daddy copped an eighth, he wasn’t workin’ at all (Haha, yeah)
Smoking on a few yesterday, huh

Post Malone – Motley Crew Lyrics

[Intro]
(d.a. got that dope)

[Chorus]
Count up the bands, stickin’ out
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can’t pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad
I see your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior
I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Siberia
I’m at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I’m a star, I’m Sirius
We came to play, it’s serious
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the motley crew

[Verse 1]
Sit-up, pour, I just forgot where I was
Pour it up, throw it up, sit up, what?
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up
Came with a wig splitter
I got John Wick hitters (Ooh)
I’ma go get, get up (Wow, uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Camе with the army, army, army, yeah
The pеople ’round me still the same
We just wanna party, party, party, yeah
We rowdy and we’ll never chill

[Chorus]
Count up the bands, stickin’ out
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can’t pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad
I see your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior
I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Siberia
I’m at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I’m a star, I’m Sirius
We came to play, it’s serious
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the motley crew

[Verse 2]
What you gon’ do? I’ma pull up with the crew
When I’m off the juice, I like to hang out the roof
I’m rockin’ jewels, I like when the diamonds, they move
I just go through, I do not wait in a queue
Baby, baby, pick it, Brady, Brady
AP navy, navy, chain like two Mercedes
I’ll come when they pay me, come with Katy, Amy
Crew go crazy, crazy, kick it down daily (Uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Came with the army, army, army, yeah
The people ’round me still the same
We just wanna party, party, party, yeah
We rowdy and we’ll never chill

[Chorus]
Count up the bands, stickin’ out
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can’t pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad
I see your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior
I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Siberia
I’m at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I’m a star, I’m Sirius
We came to play, it’s serious
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the motley crew

D-Block Europe – Kevin McCallister Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pino & Dirtbike LB]
Ski, ah, ski, ah, yee, yee
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, yee

[Verse 1: Lil Pino]
Cruisin’ in the Lamb’ truck, I’m smokin’ on Runtz
Free all the dollar man, just for the fun
Nigga, I told you to pour me the cup of the Henny
I’m leaning, you poured me the mud
All of these diamonds but don’t get it twisted
We still got the waps that beat out like a drum
And I still got them bitches that down for a nigga
Fuck with a nigga, tell ’em pull up, they come
Turn on the kettle, settle the yola, then I fuckin’ pour
Baby, can I fly you out? Hotel, starin’ at thе shores
She a freak with it, kissin’, now wе fuckin’ on the floor
All these designer bags and diamonds
That’s shit you ain’t seen before
Nigga, I’m high as a kite, yeah, tie it with Jordan, I’m fly
Rollie, AP, but that’s just for the time
I’m fuckin’ the bitch but she don’t seem my type
Air Force white, cocaine white
Dope boy, I was juggin’ with slime
She said “If you hide anything, I will find it”
I said “If you need anything, I will buy it”
41 or Gelato pie, poppin’ this Perc, I’ma float to the sky
I told my baby to show me that pussy, she said that she can’t, she said that she shy
I told my nigga to roll me a swisher and pour me a cup of Promethazine
Deal with the Cali packs and pounds, ain’t no half
We bought the whole thing

[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
Most of my niggas are street niggas, stretchin’ those Z’s
Most of my niggas are street niggas, got no degree (Ya dig?)
I’m talkin’ body bags of the brand new watch VV’s
I spent a hundred grand, got the rest of the bricks on me
We keep on trying and trying to ride
We went Oz ’til this nigga just die
Pourin’ a four and I’m ready to slide
Twenty-two shots, take away eight guys
How you fuckin’ a whore?
She fuckin’ an opp and you stayin’ for clout
Heard you came to the block
But you niggas are soft so you changed the route (Changed the route, bitch)
Conversate with the gorillas, Conversation with the drillers
She ain’t even know why this little nigga die but she know why she miss him
And my bitch body real, real nice and them bullets hard, real, make you feel ’em
If you’re goin’ through real hard times
That shit gonna make you the realest
Richard Mille with the white gold ice
But the Audemar came whole skele’
I thought I was sick of this ice but baby girl, I patek me
I put prometh’ in ice and baby girl, it affect me (Ya dig?)
I’m so high, I drink red, baby, that’s Actavis (Ski)
We fuckin’ when you turning red, baby, you bad for this
I say what just comes to my head, they gonna caption this
Too many drugs at the crib, she cannot capture this
No gun license over here, we stay with the savages

[Verse 3: Young Adz]
I’m puttin’ brand new blickys in dingers, got corn for your niggas
By the time the gang-gang pull up and shoot-shoot, you gon’ fall on your nigga
And I’ma just pour up, p-pour up, pour up, watch it fall on my liver
Number 29 got the whole opp block hot-hot in the middle of winter
I just tell the gang “Pull up and ski”
She was a good girl, lawyer girl
But I turned her arse to a freak
Serve bricks like David, serve hoax, man I bob and I weave
Jeep sits so high off the ground, man, I feel like I’m ridin’ a bus
Got the Richard Mille buss, A-Pizzy buss, get your face bussed
Rockstar lifestyle, if I had a clean slate, I’d do it all again (‘gain)
Never left no-one behind me, drillers, killers they’re all my friends
Hood royalty, got lawyer fees, rap Presidenté
I bring my shooters on days, fly ’em to Paris, see Mbappé
Breakfast at Tiffany’s after, I bring you the booth just to hear how I feel
Exes and riches be drunk off your love for this Perc ’cause this feeling is real

[Outro: Young Adz]
Still sharpen steel still, runnin’ ’round town with the steel
Most influential in the U.K. and my nigga, we ain’t took a deal

Doja Cat – Why Why Lyrics

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Baby, when I go wyl’ like that
When I ain’t shy like that
Steppin’ out and look fly like that
He ain’t touchin’ on it
Make him wanna go cry like that
When I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”
And I know you hate it when I tease you, baby
See when I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”
Lemme hear you tellin’ me, “I need you, baby”
Said, when I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”

[Verse 1: Doja Cat]
Hit me when you’re frustrated
You ain’t picky and get ignant ’round them othеr ladies
I could come fix you, but you broke-hеaded
You want Whitney, you want Britney, Jennifer and Halle
(Baby)
They ain’t been cold like me
Put them bitches in my old winter coat
That is so last week
Them other niggas, they been waitin’ for it
They gon’ hold my seat
Kryptonite when I throwin’ ass, ’cause I know your weakness
I can’t forget how it used to be
In your thoughts, livin’ good with me
And it feel so right, when I make you scream, “please”

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Baby, when I go wyl’ like that
When I ain’t shy like that
Steppin’ out and look fly like that
He ain’t touchin’ on it
Make him wanna go cry like that
When I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”
And I know you hate it when I tease you, baby
See when I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”
Lemme hear you tellin’ me, “I need you, baby”
Said, when I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I know I’m not your type like that
But I’m gon’ still try
And her pretty face, ass fat, waist snatch
He ain’t got no size
Her killer crocodile fifty stacks
You’on even know why, you’on know why
Put this all on me
Make you smile just to help you show your all white teeth
Bust down with a purple dial, this a flawless AP
She say, “You can have any girl around this time, why me?”
‘Cause I can see loyalty and ambition, the style like me
Arch her back into position, I’ma try and dig deep
I gave her some racks toward her business
She don’t need a degree
We flew a genie-nie-nie to the Philippines, our backyard a sea
She make a Wunna ease, we infinity, ion never wanna leave

[Chorus: Doja Cat]
Baby, when I go wyl’ like that
When I ain’t shy like that
Steppin’ out and look fly like that
He ain’t touchin’ on it
Make him wanna go cry like that
When I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”
And I know you hate it when I tease you, baby
See when I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”
Lemme hear you tellin’ me, “I need you, baby”
See when I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”
When I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”
Said, when I whine, whine, whine, whine
He go, “Why, why, oh-why, oh-why-oh?”

Migos – Avalanche Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Papa was a rollin’ stone, but now I got rollin’ stones in the bezel (Ice)
Mama at home all alone, hustlin’, tryna keep this shit together (Mama)
Young niggas smokin’ on gas, I’m livin’ too fast, my foot on the pedal (Woo)
If I go back to the past, my niggas ain’t know we’d be rockin’
Coachella (Hey)
If a nigga ever try me or play me, I buy him an iced-out shovel (Ice)
Dig ya own grave, nigga, you played yourself, I put some cash on your schedule (You played yourself)
If a bitch ever try to filet me, huh (Yeah), I just sit back and let her (She got it)
Think she come up off the ‘Cho, it’s whatever
My pockets came with extra cheddar (Go)
I can see through the fuck shit (Fuck shit)
I think that my skills gettin’ better (Gettin’ better)
With a stick, come in peace, Mandela (Mandela)
I’m willin’ to feed whoever (Who?)
How can I help you? (How?)
Nobody judge you but God (God)
You can watch us beat the odds (Beat it)
This is no cap, no facade
Young, rich, and black, and we gon’ beat the charge (We gon’)
I’m spendin’ cash, no card
I’m likin’ her natural ass, no fraud (Yeah)
If she got a fake ass, of course
Girl, ain’t nothin’ wrong with enhancin’, it’s yours (She bad)
From the back, from the back, we enjoy it (Soo)
Hunnid rack, I’ma attack with my boy (Attack)
Got the clip, pokin’ out, we be showin’ (Showin’)
Anybody check clout, we be knowin’ (Clout)
In and out, in and out, we be goin’ (Go)
On a 757 Boeing (Jet)
And my AP same size as The Forum (That’s big)
Better get you some bread where you from (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Offset]
I spend my mills on the crib (Mansion)
Cover myself, F&N is my shit (Cover)
I spent a dime, go run you a drill (Dime)
If you do the time, come home to a mill’ (Time)
Double my seal (Double), sign another deal (Sign)
G6 pills (G), money gimme chills (Chills)
I make the bitch hit her knees, she kneel (Bitch)
I make the stick hit when I’m in the field (Stick)
I made your bitch lick it up like, “Ew” (Uhh)
Spend a hunnid racks on the teeth, not a grill (Racks)
Lookin’ at your diamonds on your neck, ain’t real (Who?)
Nigga, you a bitch, let the Draco kill (Bitch)
Heard what I said (Heard)
Spinnin’ your block every day ’til you’re dead (Spin, spin)
Live on the edge, codeine my meds (Codeine)
Open your legs (Legs), I fuck with my stick in the bed (Rraow)
We shootin’, not fightin’ like Craig (Bow)
Bad bitches, they DM, they still in my thread (D-DM)
They ain’t never give us our cred’ (Cred’)
Patek, rose gold with the face, ruby red (Ruby)
Put a hole in your head, not your legs (Hey)
Put my hands on her head, she a pet (Ah)
M-I-G-O, nigga, that’s the set (Migo)
Fuck that P-O, I’ma just pay it (Who)
White glass in my Lambo’, it look like it’s albino
I hit your bitch, she say, “Ouch,” hit a high note (Ouch)
I’m Richie Rich like Lionel (Richie Rich)
Count your blessings, don’t worry ’bout the rivals (Hey)
Grandma told me, “Go read the Bible” (Grandma)
Shoulda listened, still look at the sky, though (Sky)
Sifter sippin’, this not the Moscato (Sifter sippin’)
Bitch, I’m gifted, I’m smokin’ gelato (Bitch, I’m gifted)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
We been the niggas that steppin’
We came in the door and they takin’ the flow, call it repo’ (Bite)
My dog, he gon’ bite, no Chico (Arr)
Get hit with the Draco and make him with Rico (Brrt)
Ain’t shoppin’ Rodeo
You wanna see the three Migos, then turn on your Vevo (Vevo)
The Wraith colored mayo (White)
Countin’ up cheese like I ate a bag of some Cheetos (Cheese)
They must’ve forgot we the Migos (Forgot)
Straight from the Nawf, out the bando (Bando)
I done been quiet for too long (Too long)
I copped that Cuban, it’s two-toned (Two-toned)
I heard he trappin’, they tappin’ the static
Tell that boy go get a new phone (Brrt)
Out in Bel-Air, copped a new home (New home)
Avalanche with the blue stone (Ice)
I am the shit, can’t find a fit, my neck is a fridge
The rings and wrists, I retro the kicks
Ain’t givin’ no kiss, I’m givin’ her dick
You starin’ too long like you seen a ghost
So whip out your camera, take you a pic’
So when you get home, get back on your phone
Zoom in on the flick and look at the drip
She ask me to pay for the ass to get lifted
I told her, “I’m better off gettin’ you a Lyft”
Think I’ma put all my trust in a ho with no benefits?
Tell her go jump off a cliff
I go two-thirty, a cup of that purple
Put ice in my drink just to keep it on chill (Lean)
Fuck all that talk, you ain’t been in the field (Nah)
Open my bank account, it give me chills (Chills, Takeoff)

Mooski, Chris Brown & A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Track Star Lyrics

[Intro: Mooski]
Ah, ah, ha-ha
(She’s a runner, runner, runner, runner, runner)
This the remix, yeah-yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 1: Mooski]
Shawty gon’ run when she in a bind
A track star, we never seen the finish line
Can’t confide or commit, she scared to trust somebody
On your mark, go, set, go, she ’bout to dust somebody
Do what it take, do what’s gon’ make it last
She can’t take the pain that come with that
Hit the brakes ‘fore it’s too late, she fast
Once she set her pace, she don’t look back
Now I know I looked ovеr the signs
Girl, do you ever gеt tired (You know) of runnin’, runnin’?
Oh, why?

[Chorus: Mooski & Chris Brown]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star
She gon’ run away when it gets hard
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred
She hurt anyone that gets involved
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for (No, oh-oh, woah)
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it (Ooh, woah, oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
She’s a liar, she a capper
She’d do anything for the Black Card
She give you her pain with a black heart (No)
Should of never let that shit get that far (Woah, woah)
It’s always been games with you (Oh)
Keepin’ score and changin’ moods (Oh)
I was all for it, but lately you (Oh)
Showed me that side, that crazy you (Oh, crazy you)
And you can get to packin’ all of your bags
You can leave the racks with all of them tags
Gon’ do your thing and don’t look back
Damn, girl, you fast (Woah, woah)

[Chorus: Mooski & Chris Brown]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (Oh, she, she)
She gon’ run away when it gets hard (Away, yeah)
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (No, oh-oh, woah)
She hurt anyone that gets involved (Ah, yeah, oh-oh, babe)
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why? Oh, why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why? Oh, why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Woah)
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it

[Verse 3: Yung Bleu]
I said don’t you run from me (Don’t you run)
Don’t take my love for granted ’cause you know it can get ugly
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (Oh-oh)
Don’t run away when it get hard, love
I can tell that, you ain’t ever had a gangster
I’m aware of that, he ain’t never tell you, “Thank ya”
How you wear that, you should get a new Wraith, oh-oh (Skrrt)
I’m slidin’ when you tell me it’s convenient (‘Venient)
You know I got the Glock up in ‘Ghini
Grant a couple wishes like a genie
She gon’ keep up runnin’ back if she got access
Got my dick hard like it’s hard to be a Black man
I cut her off and put my feelings in the trash can (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I guess all this love was just too much love for you

[Chorus: Mooski & A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star
She gon’ run away when it gets hard
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred
She hurt anyone that gets involved
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Na-na)
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it (Na-na, na-na)
You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Verse 4: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Baby, stop frontin’ (Stop)
Grab on your waist, that’s gon’ make you stop runnin’ (Stop runnin’)
Diamonds on my chain and watch bustin’
You look at me like you want somethin’
Don’t keep it low, keep it one-hundred
Speakin’ of numbers, I
Here, I gave you the wrong one on purpose, but this one is workin’ fine
Hit my line, call me whenever you want some me
646-992-7453
I’m from the jungle, but I’m not a cheater
Bitch, I’m in my bag now, it’s Hoodie SZN
I’ma set it off if a nigga creep up
And she gon’ take the charge like it’s a misdemeanor
I was mad high, you was off a Xan’, I know
I was tryna fuck you and your friends like (Oh)
Even though that wasn’t in the plans right (No)
Drum with a stick, like a band, I know (Woo)
AP on my wrist, that’s a bustdown, oh-woah
King of this fly shit, yeah, I know
You can hold me down and be more than my ho
Stop actin’ like you love me when you really don’t know
She’s a runner, she’s a track star

A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Track Star Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Mooski]
Yeah
Mane, I ain’t, I ain’t ever had this happen before mane (I ain’t ever had this happen before)
(My heart is breaking)
Heart broke so deep, it broke into a melody like this
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
My heart is breaking, my heart is—, my heart is aching
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (Hey, ayy, ayy)
Hey, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Mooski]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (She’s a runner)
She gon’ run away when it gets hard
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (Oh no)
She hurt anyone that gеts involved
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh why?)
She gon’ do thе race, just not this one (Oh why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it
You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Leave a trail of heartbreak and heartache like it’s cool (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I guess way too late is convenient for you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
The dirt you left don’t turn into dust, it don’t move (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
It’s here waiting for you

[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Baby, stop frontin’ (Stop)
Grab on your waist, that’s gon’ make you stop runnin’ (Stop runnin’)
Diamonds on my chain and watch bustin’
You look at me like you want somethin’
Don’t keep it low, keep it one-hundred
Speakin’ of numbers, I, here, I gave you the wrong one on purpose but this one is workin’ fine
Hit my line, call me whenever you want some me
646-992-7453
I’m from the jungle but I’m not a cheater
Bitch, I’m in my bag, now it’s Hoodie Season
I’ma set it off if a nigga creep up
And she gon’ take the charge like it’s a misdemeanor
I was mad high, you was off a Xan, I know
I was tryna fuck you and your friends like
Even though that wasn’t in the plans right (No)
Drum with a stick, like a band, I know (Woo)
AP on my wrist, that’s a buss down
King of this fly shit, yeah, I know
You can hold me down, and be more than my hoe
Stop actin’ like you love me when you really don’t know
She’s a runner, she’s a track star

[Chorus: Mooski & A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (She’s a runner, yeah, yeah)
She gon’ run away when it gets hard (When it gets hard)
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (She can’t get scarred)
She hurt anyone that gets involved (Oh why?)
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (She gon’ do the race, oh why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Love is a game)
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it
You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Leave a trail of heartbreak and heartache like it’s cool (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I guess way too late is convenient for you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
The dirt you left don’t turn into dust, it don’t move (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
It’s here waiting for you

[Verse 2: Mooski]
Girl, you killing me, you tweakin’ hard (Girl, you tweakin’)
I asked you what you feel and you don’t speak at all (Oh no)
But you go straight to Twitter, you gon’ tweet it all (Oh why?)
You must want another nigga to be alarmed (What you want to see?)
We were ‘posed to fight through the storm (Ah-ha, ah-ha, ha-ha)
You made a decision, chose the easy one
Say you following your heart, but girl you leaving one
Wanting me to take you back with open reaching arms (And I can’t do that, mama)

[Refrain: Mooski]
I-I-I-I-I, I’m
Lost for words, let it hurt
(Setting my heart on fire, setting my heart on fire)
I-I-I-I-I
Put you first, showed you your worth
(Gave you whatever you desire, gave you whatever you desire)

[Chorus: Mooski]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (She’s a runner)
She gon’ run away when it gets hard
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (Oh no)
She hurt anyone that gets involved
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it
You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Leave a trail of heartbreak and heartache like it’s cool (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I guess way too late is convenient for you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
The dirt you left don’t turn into dust, it don’t move (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
It’s here waiting for you

Bugzy Malone – Salvador Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s Bugz
Listen
Yo, look

[Hook]
I’ve not got around to reading a Bible
Still tryna lead them a worthy example
So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital
I was on one knee right under the Eiffel
Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry
When I had a blackberry, it was survival
That meant a flicky when anywhere I go
All cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle

[Verse]
Blood on the tips on my fingers
Done a Bruce Lee when I linked him
Bit off the end of a spliff then I lit that
I was on a car, picked him in gun chase tryna get me a six-pack
Dreams of me pushing his wig back
Nightmarеs of me getting 26 in crown
Oh, I’ve nеver been much of a shooter, but I’ll still bang off
That’s man like kid
No coming all the way through an attempted M I didn’t even do
Didn’t cop my phone, then I wouldn’t have been here
Cause I would’ve got released this time last year
And I can barely remember
Saying to [?] that I want a short back and sides, a ‘tache and a beard
Them man are airing my stripes, I told them put a line in my eyebrow, I’m a bad boy out here
Me, I’m just sketching, into my sketch book
I can forgive but I don’t forget
Let me just add an additional bit of perspective
We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup
Now we eat lobster and I’m in a tracksuit
Sat in San Carlo and I’ve got an AP like I’ve been narcos
I’ve got a big business, these boxes at the cargo
You’re looking at a mogul, I might sign me a younger that’s spitting on drill
Teach him the business and make him a star, then build him up until I’ve made him a mil’
But don’t get it twisted, me I’ve had opps but I’ve beat everyone of them 3 or 4 – nil
I’m looking at houses for 3 or 4 mil’
Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field
I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down so the cameras couldn’t see me
I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike, they were the days where with shoeboxes full of money
I miss having beef with a rival gang and having 25 of the mandem with me
I miss getting along with my family, way back in the day when we had that little red [?]
Looking nice went out on the Italian job
I was in the wee game, now that this Cali and dog
I would’ve sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never keep up
It’s mental, I want like a PlayStation 5 and never Nintendo
You might see my personality switch but I’ve never dropped a crumb, I’m no Kevin Wendell
The way I’m speaking into the mic, like Salvador sketching in with the pencil
I get deja vu like Denzel
I’ve got a bendy back and get tekky with a rental
My God, that’s what the waiter said when I got on one knee
Everybody clapping their hands cause a black guy getting engaged, you don’t see just grow up
And you’re lucky if your dad bothers to show
Everybody wants to know you when you blow up
And it’s a shame cah you reap what you sow and I already know this

[Hook]
Still I’ve not got round to reading a Bible
And I’m tryna lead by a worthy example
So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital
I was on one knee right under the Eiffel
Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry
When I had a blackberry, it was survival
Meant a flicky when anywhere I go
All cause a rival took shots at me with a-
Fuck off

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

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[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

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[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