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Tion Wayne – 4 Life Lyrics

[Intro: Afro B & Tion Wayne]
Yeah, ah oou
Afro B
Come on, come on
Boom

[Hook: Afro B & Tion Wayne]
Bad gyal in the function
It be only you that I’m wantin’ (Yeah)
Don’t come with asssumptions
You’d be my wife for life
Bad gyal in the function (Yeah)
It be only you that I’m wantin’ (Come on, come on, yeah)
Don’t come with asssumptions (Yo, T-Wayne from the)
You’d be my wife for life

[Verse 1: Tion Wayne, Tion Wayne & Afro B]
Where you hurtin’? Shoppin’ abroad
Fuck a Birkin, she want a [?]
I know your favourite position’s in charge
I see you twerkin’, Nicki Minaj
Me, I’m a German
Whippin’ excursion, money earnin’
She want a thug, I’m the wickedest version
Baby, how your bum look bigger in person?
Remembеr BB, my CD’s was kinda slow
Now it’s CC or GG we can go
Hella greazy, ain’t еasy until we blow
I know I’m cheeky but really
Where you wanna go? We can go there
See now I buy you homes not just Moncler
I know I’m on the block page, don’t be scared
Always trouble on the roads, anytime you gon’ clear

[Hook: Afro B]
Bad gyal in the function
It be only you that I’m wantin’ (Yeah)
Don’t come with asssumptions
You’d be my wife for life
Bad gyal in the function (Yeah)
It be only you that I’m wantin’ (Yeah)
Don’t come with asssumptions
You’d be my wife for life

[Post-Hook: Afro B]
Gyal you know I say “I’ll take your side”
And you know I say “Me never leave my wife”
Gyal you know I say “I’ll take your side”
And you know I say “Me never leave my wife”

[Verse 2: Tion Wayne]
She see more than just a roadman
Yo, if you gon’ bruck her up the whole bank for you
She don’t associate with no man
But I ain’t toxic, this is girl romance
Ay, girl you reap what you sow
To let me go, would you lie under oath?
Hoes will never get my time on a roast
I thought she’ll love if my rhymes didn’t know
I’ll never know

[Hook: Afro B]
Bad gyal in the function
It be only you that I’m wantin’ (Yeah)
Don’t come with asssumptions
You’d be my wife for life
Bad gyal in the function (Yeah)
It be only you that I’m wantin’ (Yeah)
Don’t come with asssumptions
You’d be my wife for life

[Post-Hook: Afro B]
Gyal you know I say “I’ll take your side”
And you know I say “Me never leave my wife”
Gyal you know I say “I’ll take your side”
And you know I say “Me never leave my wife”

DDG – Midwest Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
(TreOnTheBeat, yeah)
Yeah, us

[Verse 1]
I was on the Westside, chillin’ with a chicken head
She said she was single but that wasn’t what her nigga said
She don’t wanna fuck, I told the bitch to give a little head
Huh, yeah
Give a little neck, I don’t really want a kiss, just a lil’ peck
I ain’t got a AR, this a lil’ TEC, pew, pew-pew (DDG)

[Chorus]
Put a Patek on my bitch because her pussy good (Gang)
I be ridin’ around in this bitch, I’m good in any hood (Soo)
Nigga said he wouldn’t beef, I wish he would (Bitch)
I be smokin’ way too much, I blew through fifty woods (Gas)
I’m the hottest nigga out so all these bitches wanna fuck with mе
Shawty got a nigga but I’m lit so she gon’ fuckin’ cheat
Nevеr sweat a ho, I do not care if we in fuckin’ heat
Pistol never leave a nigga side, that BB stuck to me

[Verse 2]
Bow, nigga, shoot him up
Roll a wood, I’m zooted up
Used to be behind but I got money then I scooted up
Model bitches all up in my DM, told her, “Toot it up”
Way too many bitches in my DM, I don’t know who to fuck
Yak Town shit, I’m from Michigan
Tried to put a couple niggas on, they wasn’t listenin’
I be on the road, never home, I be missin’ it
I just told my bitch she gotta moan when kissin’ it
I just spent a hunnid bands in Somerset (Cash, cash)
Fake ass bust, where your jeweler at?
Bitch nigga actin’ like he tough, we ain’t doin that (Mm-mm)
Finna take a nigga bitch, I hope he cool with that (Gimme)
75 to Telegraph, on the way to Hutchins
On the way to [?] (Gang), I’m like, “Nigga, fuck it”
75 to Telegraph, bitch, I’m at the Coney
All these bitches on me, I’m the one and only

[Chorus]
Put a Patek on my bitch because her pussy good (Gang)
I be ridin’ around in this bitch, I’m good in any hood (Soo)
Nigga said he wouldn’t beef, I wish he would (Bitch)
I be smokin’ way too much, I blew through fifty woods (Gas)
I’m the hottest nigga out so all these bitches wanna fuck with me
Shawty got a nigga but I’m lit so she gon’ fuckin’ cheat
Never sweat a ho, I do not care if we in fuckin’ heat
Pistol never leave a nigga side, that BB stuck to me

Various Artists – A Whole Lot Worse Lyrics

PEGGY (spoken) :
Honey, you wanna know about bad?

PEGGY:
When I was a young girl
‘Bout the age of one
I shot up my crib
With a BB gun
I never behaved
Never followed no rules
They kicked me out of my nursery school!

Every year for Mother’s Day I’d steal my mother’s purse
(She steals her mother’s purse)
So if you wanna be bad
You’re gonna have to do a whole lot worse

HATCHET-FACE:
My whole life long
I’ve been called a disgrace
I can hold up a bank
Using only my face
I’m the nastiest crеature
You ever did see
On Halloween I drеss up as me!

One look my way could make an angry mob disperse
(Make that mob disperse)
So if you wanna be bad
You’re gonna have to do a whole lot worse
(A whole lot worse)

ALL:
You’re so squeaky clean
You’re so spic and span
You never litter
Or loiter
Or drink from a can!

So when you start bragging ’bout your wicked life
We’re like switchblades laughing a butter knife

MONA:
My body’s a paradise
Of swivels and curves
Ever since I was twelve
I’ve been a magnet for perves
One day the Oscar Mayer man
Tried to cop a feel
I climbed up and stabbed him in his weinermobile!

I nearly turned that hotdog into a hearse
(A hotdog into a hearse)

PEGGY:
So do you wanna be bad?

MONA:
Or mean?

HATCHET-FACE:
Or plain perverse?

ALLISON (spoken):
Yeah!

ALL:
If you wanna be bad
You’re gonna have to do a whole lot worse
(Yeahhh)

HATCHET-FACE:
It takes years to be bad
It ain’t no passing fad

MONA:
It takes commitment and time to master petty crime

PEGGY:
So if you want your degree
In delinquency
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ALL:
You’re gonna have to be…
A whole hell of a lot worse!

Ayesha Erotica – LlTERAL LEGEND Lyrics

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh my God
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fu-fu-fu-fu
Listen up, bitch, I came to eat
Hey, this is Ayesha Erotica
The world’s number one coke whore
You know
I came here to make one thing fucking, clear
I’m a liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-liter
Liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-literal legend
Liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-liter
Liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-literal legend
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, literal legend
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, literal legend
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hel, hel-hel-hel, hel-hel-hel-hel-hel
Everybody knows I shit, bitch!
I can be your Lindsay Lohan, I can be Madonna (Ugh)
I could be your Marilyn Monroe, I can be Rihanna (Ah)
So call me Courtney Love, I’m your extra dose of drama (Uh-huh)
Your fans call you mother but bitch, my fans call me mama (cunt)
I can give you Paris Hilton, I can give you Janet (Uh-huh)
I could give you Björk, but I don’t think you’d understand it (Okay)
I could give you sex doll, bitch, you love these legend lips (Yeah)
And baby, I could give you model
With these double A-cup tits, eeow
Icon, icon, i-i-i-i-icon, icon (con!)
Icon, icon, i-i-i-i-icon, icon (con!)
Icon, icon, i-i-i-i-icon, icon (cunt)
Icon, icon, i-i-i-i
Listen, honey, you’re over
I’m popping, bitch, like TNT
I’m in your head like PCP
And boys, they love my A & T
That’s why I let them pee on me
I still don’t fuck in Cadillacs
My pussy tastes like Apple Jacks
I’m looking gorgeous, looking sex
Who made you hoes go back to crack? (Me)
Hey BB, hey BB, hey BB, hey BB
Here’s twenty dollars
Hey BB, hey BB, hey BB, hey BB
You know what?
Hey BB, hey BB, hey BB, hey BB
Here’s twenty dollars
Hey BB, hey BB, hey BB
You know what? Keep the change
Liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-liter
Liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-literal legend
Liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-liter
Liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-liter-literal legend
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, literal legend
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, literal legend
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hel, hel-hel-hel, hel-hel-hel-hel-hel
Everybody knows I shit, bitch!

AJ Tracey – Numba 9 Lyrics

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s Number (N)ine, my denim’s Number (N)ine
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s Number (N)ine, my denim’s Number (N)ine

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
I said, “My denim’s Number (N)ine” (It’s Number (N)ine)
I got more than just my boxers on my side (On my side)
See that girl, she wants cash, she can’t have mine (She can’t havе mine)
Put my foot on the gas through the night (Through thе night)
My AP look like candy floss (Candy floss), she pulled them panties ‘cross (Panties ‘cross)
Gold-plated, now I’m anti-force, backed up a grand, he’s poor
My Rolex drip is wet (It’s wet), I’m a threat (I’m a threat)
Go to France, I took a jet (Took a jet), in Paris with baguettes (With baguettes)
Keep sticks, I’m with the Mets (Yeah, ayy), fuck your set (Yeah, ayy)
Them bitch boys, they upset (Yeah, ayy), my fee ain’t droppin’ yet (Yeah, ayy)
Spend two bills on a plate (On a plate), this shit is great (This shit is great)
Go Dior, I don’t wait (I don’t wait), my diamonds roller skate (Roller skate)

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s Number (N)ine, my denim’s Number (N)ine
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s Number (N)ine, my denim’s Number (N)ine

[Verse 2: SahBabii]
Bitch, my bullets number. 9 (Number .9)
Like it’s people in the house, I’ma hit it from the side (From the side)
No Little Einsteins, we go zoom in the sky (Sky)
She havin’ good head like she opened her third eye (Eye)
That choppa got some kick like Muay Thai (Muay Thai)
Like some virgin pussy, gotta keep my circle tight (My circle tight)
Lil’ baby call me “God,” I introduce her to this life (Life)
Got a plane for young squid, even though she scared of heights (Scared of heights)
Hey, ayy, how many mermaids? We got nine (Nine)
Thots goin’ wild, we got hoes standin’ in line (Line)
That booty jiggle, wiggle, when I hit it from behind (Behind)
She gon’ need a chiropractor to check her spine (Check her spine)

[Chorus: AJ Tracey with Millie Go Lightly]
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s Number (N)ine, my denim’s Number (N)ine
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s Number (N)ine, my denim’s Number (N)ine

[Verse 3: Millie Go Lightly]
I see his denim’s Number (N)ine, when I call, he let me try on some of his ice
I let them diamonds in his face, I sit on top when I ride
Doors up like they were suicide
I know you keep that fire on you, when I walk on shoot, but I reload when you ride
Speedy, speedy, got on, not like other girls, they needy
Flipped him on the mode to make him sleepy, sleepy
He was tryna ride, let him slide, know he drive on the left side
Said I’m out of practice, but we still touchin’ as though we born to glide
Boy, boy I know that you feelin’ me
You could ask me out in VVs, your ex was a sleazy
I taste sweet and creamy like I’m rockin’ ice cream
But you know I prefer BB, see that’s BB sendin’ flights, they tryna see me

[Chorus: AJ Tracey & Millie Go Lightly, AJ Tracey]
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s Number (N)ine, my denim’s Number (N)ine
I said, “I’m always down to ride with my doggy”
I keep a hammer by my side when I party
We gettin’ lit off Hennessy, no Bacardi
And see my denim’s Number (N)ine, my denim’s Number (N)ine

[Outro]
(TheElements)

Lil Uzi Vert – Hours Minutes Seconds Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Brrt, hello
And I called your phone a hundred times before I even came to this conclusion
And you think I don’t understand, but
I’m on a whole ‘nother level, you the one that really don’t understand
Nothing that I got going on

[Verse 1]
I don’t have time for none of these games
Don’t understand why you wanna keep playing
I got lots of woe-woe’s and a lot of stains
And in my three years, a whole lot done changed
And in these three years, a whole of pain
I looked at my shirt, had a whole lot of stains
They tried to jack me, don’t know wherе it came
Dracula niggas tryna use they fangs
In my three yеars, met a whole lotta lames
I met some good people, forgot all they names
And my girl like a Backwood that come with the veins
I don’t really want it but I can’t explain
I go to the back of this girl and I can’t lose my pace
Vibration always be breaking the vase
She unbuckle my BB like I’m Lil Wayne
Her bandana tied just to keep her hair laid
And my bandana tied ’cause you know what I bang
Bandana santana, I can’t feel my face
I close my eyes, close my hands, pardon my face
But you know Uzi not talking T. D. Jakes
I told the jeweler don’t flood out the face (At all)
Factory time when I look at the date
Okay, you gotta go, gotta get out my place
No, I don’t save, I don’t save, got no cape
[Chorus]
And I was never finished, I just need a second
I was never finished, I just need a second (One second)
Yes, I called your phone, I even left a message (Hello)
Girl, let’s work it out (Yeah), call it calisthenics
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Oh, you don’t know what it means to me, no, no (What it means)
She keep trying to leave me, no, no (Don’t go)
Had to get up on my feet, let’s go (Let’s go)
Oh (Yeah)
She don’t know what she mean, she don’t know what she mean (At all)
She don’t know she a queen, she don’t know she a queen (Wow)
I love when you stay, I hate when you leave
That girl, she lied just straight to my face
In twenty-two hours I finished the case
No, don’t switch up, better stay in your lane
She took a sword right through my heart, penetrate
I’m the one that deserve a new upgrade
If I don’t get it, I’m all on my own
I took her to dinner, want shrimp with no steak
I couldn’t find it, they call them shits prawns
Only vane vines I knew you too long
Now what is the problem? Girl, what is you on?
Made her fall in love with the scent on my cologne
On the flights, you keep calling, it’s different time-zones
Yes, my buzz got ginormous and this girl I know
I do not know what’s right, don’t know what’s wrong
And I got her wet, I need to get a boat
That’s with my voice when I’m laying these songs
And I came too strong (Too strong, strong)
And I came too strong (Strong, strong, I did)
And I came too strong (Next time I know), yeah
And I came too strong (Let’s go)
[Chorus]
I was never finished, I just need a second (Woo)
I was never finished (Ayy), I just need a second (Yeah)
Yes, I called your phone, I even left a message (Hello)
Girl, let’s work it out (Yeah), call it calisthenics
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds
Hours turn to minutes, minutes turn to seconds (Yeah)

Lil Skies – Lightbeam Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Yeah, balling once we get a bag
If I give you everything
Would you go pop these tags?
If I was down bad
Would you give all you had?
I just wanna make you laugh
I don’t wanna make you mad
I don’t wanna make you sad
I just wanna make you glad, yeah
Swervin’ off up in the car
Babygirl goin’ too fast
Babygirl gotta brag
Babygirl way too different
Shawty, she don’t ever listen
I’m Jordan, she Scottie Pippen
Ayy, go to the moon for a vacay
That is my lil’ baby
She be drivin’ me cray-cray
Might load up my AK
I’ma walk down right on that street
I’ma tell that boy come to me
I’ma tell him to take a seat
I’ma shoot him and his BB
Oh, yeah
Drivin’ the car, that suburban
Lil’ baby go sit on my lap
She ridin’ my dick while I’m swervin’
I busted my nuts on her tits
She seein’ my kids in person
And she keep a Glock in the girdle
Pull it out and she makin’ ’em hurdle
Oh, yeah, she makin’ ’em nervous
One-five, we keep it the service
And I got the drugs like a merchant
Cap callin’, he sayin’ it’s urgent
He callin’, he check on my purchase
I got it, my nigga, I earned it
I flipped it and sold it and burned it
I went to the land with the Persians

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery

[Bridge: Lil Skies]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it be like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NoCap]
If I go to the grave, it’s gon’ be hard to replace me
Cartier shades just to hide intoxication
I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper
I got shooters on demand, we ain’t payin’ for no cable
Vampire, count that money in the dark
I tote that stingray, but I know that I’m a shark
I split that lil’ bitch wig, then I tell her play her part
I still’ll shoot this bitch, I know I’m hangin’ ’round stars
You in my hand, somethin’ like sanitizer
And I won’t argue ’bout who get higher
I ain’t stuntin’ that nigga ’cause I get way flyer
Eat every beat that I’m on, these tracks like appetizers
Ayy, Lil Skies, you good? What you on?

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
I got a plan like Master P
Told her everything ain’t what it seem
Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
I’m the king of all her dreams
Super fresh like Listerine
Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
Mardi Gras, a party ting
Open up, don’t tell a thing
Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
Drop the top and catch a vibe
Pockets on the lottery