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Yelawolf & Caskey – Tat Shop Lyrics

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[Chorus: Caskey]
At the tat shop, told ’em “put a skull on me”
One for my haters and another for my old homies
Know where I’m from, but I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me

[Verse 1: Caskey]
Yeah, washin’ the money, I’m doin’ the laundry
Ain’t come out of Palm Beach
Where a million dollars was in arm’s reach
Come from a city
Where oxycontin turned a lot of people into zombies
Where you can’t even buy a charm piece
Without someone ringing the alarm, plеase
Now I got the car keys
And my homiе, Kilo, in the car seat
Tryin’ not to fall victim
To the long list of my city RIPs
Momma said I should’ve stayed home
With my eyes stayin’ on the wide screen
But I stay with a homie with the red flag
And he ain’t a right wing
Peace to the gods, cowboy hat
Wanna draw on me, strap make ’em reach for the stars
Homeboy still tryna reach through the bars
So I made one call, told me [?] the cause
Outlined chalk
Only thing y’all gon’ get tryna come be beefin’ with ours
Seen through the tough talk, weed through the [?]
Somehow, I made [?] through it all
Recall, days I was in dazed, on free fall
I ain’t even have change for a meatball
At the days inn, days on [?] grease ball
Then I turned me the page, I’m done waitin’
So much weight, should stay at the default
When you work this hard, man, they can’t discard ya
’cause they know you came for the result, okay, okay?

[Chorus: Caskey]
At the tat shop, told ’em “put a skull on me”
One for my haters and another for my old homies
Know where I’m from, but I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah, at the tat shop, told ’em “put a skull on me”
Your baby momma lookin’, she gon’ put that skull on me
Guaranteed, vampire on my neck, she bury teeth
Married me, divorce her by sunrise, every week
She gon’ need to cool down, know that I got fans by her
I put it down, I stick it up, she put them hands higher
Boss, I got you, I’m a boss when I say “and hired”
Recruit the soldier, roll her over, and fired
Player, player, playboy, never rock a suit and tie
But I valet that pussy, park you with my eighty-five
Oh, that’s a pro, off the hook, like a coat
I don’t pass out none of my digits, just the tickets to my show
Mucho mucho, thank you much, ATL, I got the cuts
Sneaky freaky ’bout that love, I don’t want love, I want a slut
Be my ace, be my queen, be my anything I need
And I may put your initials on my skin, permanently, permanently

[Chorus: Caskey]
At the tat shop, told ’em “put a skull on me”
One for my haters and another for my old homies
Know where I’m from, but I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies, but not ones who done rode on me

Ciara – Rooted

featuring Ester Dean

Young girl stay rooted
I done plant my seeds now I’m rooted
Brown skin poppin’, I’m rooted
ATL bred, I’m rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted

All my songs come with melanin
Got the heart, got the soul like harriett
A queen since she born, that was evident
That’s evidence, of black excellence
I can tell a good dog when I’m pettin’ ’em
Know that if I have the strap, he protectin’ ’em
Mother of a child and God I invest in ’em
Nutritionin’, brown milkin’ em

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Young girls and young boy they keep marchin’
Flood gates coming on but no it don’t stop ’em
I know that life it ain’t easy
Your life it matters, believe me
Rule out the fakes and the frauds
They hide it behind a facade

Young girl stay rooted
I done plant my seeds now I’m rooted
Brown skin poppin’, I’m rooted
Can’t pull the hood out me, I’m rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted
I done plant my seeds now I’m rooted
Brown skin poppin’, I’m rooted
ATL bred, I’m rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted

All my rules stay embedded in
hard work, let ’em know, ain’t no trainin’ in
poppin’ out, phone the chat that’s a better win
Then poppin’ off in the streets, ain’t no checkin’ it
I can tell a good dog when I’m pettin’ ’em
Know that if i have the strap, he protectin’ ’em
Mother of a child and God I invest in ’em
Nutritionin’, brown milkin’ em

Young girls and young boys they keep marchin’
Flood gates coming on but no it don’t stop ’em
i know that life it ain’t easy
Your life it matters, believe me
Rule out the fakes and the frauds
They hide it behind a facade

Young girl stay rooted
I done plant my seeds now i’m rooted
Brown skin poppin’, i’m rooted
can’t pull the hood out me, i’m rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted
I done plant my seeds now i’m rooted
Brown skin poppin’, i’m rooted
ATL bred, i’m rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted

Watch out boy
You think you can pull up out of my stems
Nah, mi rooted in the soil
Mi rooted in the melanin

Young girl stay rooted
I done plant my seeds now i’m rooted
Brown skin poppin’, i’m rooted
Can’t pull the hood out me, i’m rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted
I done plant my seeds now i’m rooted
Brown skin poppin’, i’m rooted
ATL bred, i’m rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted.

Future – Pesos (Dinero) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Title, title, title
Hahahaha
Her lil’ sister sent me the pic
Said, “Future you’re the shit”
Said, “Future you’re the shit”
Said, “Future you’re the shit”

[Verse 1]
Fell in love with the AK
Now a nigga gettin’ payday
Cookin’ up good yay-yay
Shoutout lil’ Tay-Tay
Doin’ whatever say-say
You gotta do whatever I say-say
Put me on that waitin’ list
Foreign coupes, I pop that
Young GOAT got right now, they pullin’ off in the Hellcat
Promethazine that’s every day
Codeine that’s every day
Drift over like way-way, had the young nigga doin’ the Nae Nae
Big scraps on payday
Servin’ on the lil AJ, on Friday gettin’ payday
Shoutout young Dae Dae
This ain’t my main line, you callin’ on my thotline
Hasta luego, I pulled up it’s game time

[Chorus]
I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos
I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero

[Verse 2]
Squeeze trigger happy ass niggas, squeeze-squeeze
Tryna keep it cool, lowkey, nigga freeze
Jack boys around here, got crack boys around here
Ayy, squad lit
Ayy, squad lit
I told you came through in the clutch
She had her Hermès it was clutch
We pullin’ after two by the bus
I bussed that bitch down like a Dutch
Teflon, can’t be touched
Get that money like I’m in a rush, ooh
Told you I was tired of bandgang in the first place
ATL, yeah ATL, yeah that’s my birthplace
Dollar sign, yeah, that’s my earth day
If you ain’t shinin’ then there no one to blame
I drop heat, and they know when I came
I ain’t tryna be defeated, I just wanna be greeted
Smashin’ on the seat, yeah she bougie and she greedy
Fashion is a regimen, you wanna pledge allegiance
Taliban Gang have you boppin’ and you weavin’
We don’t wanna keep it, we ain’t nothin’ but we even
Talking ’bout you leavin’ bitch, you went and bought a heathen
Met up in a hotel with some Puerto Rican
And you know she freaky, yeah, yeah, a bitch geekin’
Peakin’ out the window ’cause you know a nigga tweakin’
It ain’t no pretendo ’cause you know I’m seein’ demons
(‘Cause you know I’m seein’ demons)

[Chorus]
I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos
I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero

[Verse 3]
You wanna something ’bout that 911 Turbo, skrr
Ayy, Pyrex in that oven, you hit that dope until it skrr
Cruisin’ over town, nine to five with that woo
Puttin’ overtime on the ‘Gram go bezerk
Fuck her all the time tryna make that pussy squirt
Talkin’ down on a nigga, put you in the dirt
Goin’ on the pound and I’m trippin’ off syrup, ayy
You see the way they duplicated?
You see the way they try to play me?
I had a plan and I waited y’all
On my way a new millennial
Got another Xan, it can’t calm me down
Runnin’ up them bands, new millennial
Spend it in a day, I gotta hit reup
Twenty bands a day, they gotta hear me out
Yeah, ooh, gotta hear me out

[Chorus]
I got the pesos, the pesos, the pesos
I got the pesos, the pesos, dinero