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BROCKHAMPTON – WINDOWS Lyrics

[Intro: SoGoneSoFlexy]
Shit, I was just talking ’bout
Just, that grind, the trenches, just
You know what I’m sayin’, just all that
I mean, you-you don’t get the vibe of it

[Verse 1: SoGoneSoFlexy]
Feels good to get this shit out the mud, nigga
Made it from hard times, it’s still love for the slums, nigga
We rob niggas just because, nigga
And I’ll serve you anything, but nothing less than a dub, nigga
And how it feel to be a dub, nigga?
I’m tryna be a better man but nothin’ less than a thug, nigga
I kill shit, just check my background (Bah)
This murder gang shit my campground
Check my résumé and ask ’round (Yeah)
We just simply never back down (Nah)
I caught a charge, now I’m back out
I bet this carbon blow his back out
Gettin’ money, that’s a fact now (Merlyn)
Bitches, they don’t know how to act now (Merlyn)

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood & Kevin Abstract]
The poor more polite, but thе floor not nice (No)
Watch for your wife, I’ma take hеr out your life (You know)
She wet my white tee, now it’s like a wet wipe (Wet it)
Respect my Tribe, I’m a dawg like Phife (Get it?)
You love me like a check but my name not Nike (Get it?)
Bitch, my number not a lottery
I’m like, don’t even talk to me (Stop)
Honestly, wouldn’t fly a Melbourne to the Sydney (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn)
All of these bars bought chains, prison industries (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn)
America, get my people fired, then get me shot for free (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn)
While I watch Washington’s wooden teeth in her booty cheeks
Kings of last century, was livin’ like peasantry
I don’t even like sleep, time is the only luxury

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Surrender, fuck you ’til you’re out
I’ma ship it laminated, got this shit straight off the lot
We ain’t really no A-List, got the neighbors going crazy, it’s me, Bari, and Flexy
I can see through your bullshit, like your face was made of plexi’ (Haha)
I can fuck around and get this soundin’ like I’m wildin’, mane
Only crybaby is the one inside the bucket man
You, I’m the bogeyman, you, never sleep again
Nightmares, it’s fright-filled the moment Freddy tuck you in
Stack my money higher than the foam atop a tidal wave
Lonely like the point guard at the key, gotta isolate
Light it up, light it up, we bring the light show
Who the hell invited all they friends?
Fuck if I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Jabari Manwa]
They at your window (Them boys comin’ for you)
They at your window (Them boys comin’ for you)
They at your window (You better not tell no lies)
They at your window (You know them boys outside)
They at your window, yeah-yeah (Them boys comin’ for you)
They at your window, yeah-yeah (Them boys comin’ for you)
They at your window, yeah-yeah (You better not tell no lies and they ain’t comin’ up here, you should not tell no lies)

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
My pen could be a fortune teller or an ATM
It’s got intentions of its own, I can’t even pretend
Every moment is a fight nobody can defend
The circumstances should’ve never been there to begin
I watch the clocks melt as the devil dances
The chances are slim to none that you could understand this
Lost language, we encantin’, pain campin’
Amongst the stillborn raindrops is where I’m standin’
I wake up breakin’ up an eighth just to function
Rather be in neutral than continue to get sunken
All my niggas made it out the motherfuckin’ dungeon
Tank has been on E, but I gotta keep runnin’
What you finna lean on when our system is crumblin’?
Everybody’s reaching but they really end up fumblin’ when they touchdown
Y’all don’t appreciate in value like a bussdown
My shit authentic, they can never get enough now

[Chorus: Jabari Manwa]
They at your window, yeah-yeah (Them boys comin’ for you)
They at your window, yeah-yeah (Them boys comin’ for you)
They at your window, yeah-yeah (You better not tell no lies and they ain’t comin’ to play, you shouldn’t tell no lies)

[Verse 5: Joba]
I could see the eye upon me when I close mine
Drug-induced, comatose, it’s leakin’ through me, blind
The body is the temple, I invite spirits
We crack riddles and giggle behind closed blinds
Born to bleed, the brave and free
Got needs they gots to feed, I breathe to see defeat
Fuck police and authority, never means nothin’, mind fuckin’ myself to sleep
Had to take it to the streets
Capitalistic, we plague our society, like COVID-19
Those dirty hands that feed don’t buy it
Government officials, don’t give a fuck about the children
What do you believe? Nothing’s ever what it seems ’til you can’t deny it
Flashpoints and flashbangs to take the fires
History stuck on repeat, in the loop of sirens
Terrorizin’, always lyin’
God damn, tyrants, don’t play with knives kids

[Post-Chorus: Ryan Beatty]
I tried to warn you
These boys, they don’t know you
Outside, comin’ for you
‘Cause they don’t love you and they don’t know you
I tried to warn you
These boys, they don’t know you
Outside, comin’ for you
‘Cause they don’t love you and they don’t owe you shit

[Bridge: Kevin Abstract]
Fuck the world and all that inhabit it (Inhabit it, inhabit it)
Fuck the world and all that inhabit it (Inhabit it, inhabit it)
‘Times is like, fuck the world and all that inhabit it (Inhabit it, inhabit it)
Yeah, nigga
We back up in this thing (Road)
Sometimes it’s like, all or nothin’ (Road)
Fuck the world and all that inhabit it (Inhabit it, inhabit it)
Sometimes it’s like, fuck the world and all that inhabit it (Inhabit it, inhabit it)
Sometimes it’s like

[Verse 6: bearface]
Just pick me up in the four-door
I bless the beat, we smoke and rain ash like Mordor
The warlord’s comin’, check the lamb for the slaughter
The envy’s so green, it should be flyin’ a saucer
Yeah, and when the pressure is on, they gone
Ghostride whippin’, not your friends no more, so ‘lone
Snake sneakin’, I’m feelin’ like I’m missin’, but never there
I’m still here, bitch, so God’s winnin’
Lord willin’ (Lord willin’)
There’s no ceilin’ (No ceilin’)
They all pussy (All pussy)
Get out your feelings (Get out your feelings)
They try to run it up, but baby, I’m chillin’ (Uh-huh)
I make my money, then dip, stay killin’
Stay killin’, stay killin’, stay killin’

[Outro: Kevin Abstract]
Why you always start prayin’ when that trouble come around?
(Why you always start prayin’ when that trouble come around?)
There them boys go again
The Roadrunners

Dizzy Wright – Thuggin It Out Lyrics

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[Intro: Asa2Times & (Dizzy Wright)]
26’s all black, yeah
26’s, 26’s all black
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Cadillac rolling it out
She took the emotional route
I ain’t tripping, I’m thuggin’ it out
If I want it, I’m hunting it down
You can’t stop me ’cause I got a gift
Can’t blame me for fucking around
Probably why she went off of the script
Don’t blame me ho trying to say that he don’t love you no more all because of your hip
Pussy probably was losing its grip
Gotta watch out for hoes, should’ve listened to Nip
I feel like they plotting on me
Oh, this bitch got some lottery dreams
Guess I’m looking like an ATM machine
But this feel like a internet scheme
Oh, I been there too
Yeah, I’m sick of complaining and I’m tryna come up for real
Been taking advantage of me, that’s a no-no
Ho, that’s run of the mill
Doing me in ain’t a part of the deal
Judging off of the marketing skills
When the blind lead the blind, everybody gon’ fail
Believe me and take this L
Tell ’em I ain’t got nothing to give
I know what y’all did and I know what it is
Don’t get too hyped, check might not be locked in
Y’all tryna finesse these wins
I’m tryna be heard, this bitch got some nerve
Tryna hit me with the swerve
Got so mad, put my phone on do not disturb
You live and you learn, yeah

[Chorus: Asa2Times]
[?] roll up
26’s all black
[?] roll up
Talking shit and all that
[?]
She just want a nigga [?]
But I don’t know what to do
(Thug it out)
[?]
26’s all black
[?]
(Thug it out)
Like me to thug it out

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright & (Asa2Times)]
Kicking me when I was down, don’t know what they found but fuck it, let’s (thug it out)
Watch who you keeping around, life is a trial, who really gon’ (thug it out)
They want me to throw in the towel but I’m on the prowl and now I’ma (thug it out)
Can’t lie with me in shade, never know who gon’ try to take what you was willing to make
People get greedy for sure
Fuck this ho, I ain’t got shit, I ain’t [?]
This year I’m raising my [?]
‘Cause obviously I need more money, I can’t catch a break
I’m dealing with a different pawn
I try to be generous, look how the bitch respond
I feel like I read that wrong
[?]

[Chorus: Asa2Times]
[?] roll up
26’s all black
[?] roll up
Talking shit and all that
[?]
She just want a nigga [?]
But I don’t know what to do
(Thug it out)
[?]
26’s all black
[?]
(Thug it out)
Like me to thug it out

Fredo Bang – No Security Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?)
(Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat)

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
I’m representing the brand, they want me dead they got plans
Hunnid shots in the Lamb’, catch a shot or be down
Niggas switch, I can’t stand, want me dead or in the can
I just caught one in the head
I ain’t running, I ain’t scared, I, I just ain’t tryna be dead
You know what I rep and you know what I bleed
We the ones put these niggas on tees
Big dawg, I can’t eat with no fleas
Popsicle ,put a nigga on freeze
Talk down but I still be up
Hunnid on me, is you gon’ take it or what?
They need security to go to they hood
How you gonna say that they realer than us?

[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
I was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it’s love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I’m deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I’m good (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)
I was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it’s love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I’m deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I’m good (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Move with that sum ’cause it ain’t no emergency here, I don’t get worried a bit
One of your workers just spent, but he ATM and then he got a [?] in your Timbs
Make sure you tell ’em I’m built, make sure you know your on go with the burner for real
Make sure you tell them that I do not flinch, your vision get blurred whenever you squint (Pussy ass hoe)
Clear for departure now (Yeah), solo in parts of town, you niggas don’t walk around (Yeah)
Streets love a real street nigga love, they roll the red carpet out (Yeah, yeah)
That image a gimmick, so how is you realer then us, what is they talkin ’bout? (Yeah, yeah)
I only fear Allah and I’m runnin it up, ayy, you gotta walk me down
Make sure you tell ’em, I’m one of them men and I’m standing on ten, from the street to the pen (For real)
Make sure you tell ’em, I step in the section, respect is on heavy and I want to pretend (Oh real)
Make sure you tell ’em I’m ready to die, if you shoot and you miss then a murder [?] (Allah Akbar)
Bread Winner try, pelican fly, the pull up and put you in burgundy Timbs

[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
I was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it’s love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I’m deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I’m good (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)
I was gangsta ‘fore the buzz, stain a nigga like a rug (Oh-oh, yeah)
Everywhere I go it’s love, even Crips call me Blood (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Thirty rounds, only time that I’m deep (Yeah, yeah)
Real nigga from the booth to the streets (Oh-oh)
Name a place and I bet that I’m good (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t need security to go to my hood (Oh, oh)

[Outro]
(Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat)
(Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?
Look like DJ Chose)

Lil Keed – Kiss Em Peace Lyrics

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[Intro]
(YoungBoyBrown, on my kid)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
‘Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
I ain’t never have run-ins with old girls (Never ever)
I ain’t never gon’ punt, boy, I’ma score (Never ever)
Been a boss nigga, I ain’t never do no chores
And they already know I’m too sharp like swords
Hit your block up with Berettas and more
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch make a s’more
Yeah, they hate seein’ me win, it hurt to the core
Get active, yeah, we add fire to the fuel
I ain’t comin’ home tonight, don’t leave the light on
Ain’t goin’ for nothin’, find another nigga to plot on
I buy your block, bitch, partners and buy homes
I know real don dadas and vatos

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
‘Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain’t the same
Sixteen shooters on a twenty-passenger plane
Wifi on the jet just in case I text my main
I ain’t tryna tell you, ain’t tryna talk, I up the stain
Might not matter to you but it matter to me
Take a bitch out to Peru, let her drink out a tree
My lil’ brother hard-headed, I just gotta let him be
She suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth
Quit droppin’ roses on the casket, ain’t romantic
But I ain’t go to DeVry, I don’t understand it
I’m tired of fightin’ my problems with Xanax
First time my mama told me, “Boy, get manly” (Man up, nigga)
Just bought my mama a house and it’s in my business name (Yeah)
Soon as I cashed out, that’s when my credit came
It’s hard to see, but I know a snitch inside of every gang
I told her, “Mices and rats, yeah, they shred the same”

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
It might not matter to you, but it matter to me
Put a Panamera top and suede on the seats
Yeah, I caught a French bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I copped the zaza bags and a brick of icy
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hundred degrees
‘Cause I’m in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, I’m on this ATV
If I ever catch an opp, know I kiss them peace