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Rich The Kid, Flo Milli & Mulatto – Nasty Lyrics

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[Intro: Rich The Kid]
She get nasty (Buddah Bless this beat)
Nasty

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She like to twerk it in the mirror (In the mirror)
That ass too fat, ain’t no more FaceTime, need it clearer (Need it clearer)
And when she sad, give her the dick and she gon’ cheer up (She gon’ cheer up)
She get done sucking, fell asleep, think it’s the syrup (It’s the syrup)
With no hands (With no hands)
Hop up on the dick, she like to dance (She like to dance)
Make it nasty ’cause she know I got the bands (I got the bands)
Know she frеaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Pussy too good, had to take that bitch to Francе

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Mulatto]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Big Latto)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty

[Verse 2: Mulatto]
Double-hand hand twist the pipe but I ain’t even plumbing
He like ’em nasty-nasty, bitch, I’m Mrs. Put That Thumb In
He pull on my tracks like London, throw that shit back, got him running
Demon time, I give him hell, sound like an angel when I’m on it
Swallow that dick, don’t spit up
I’ma leave a lil’ puddle when I get up (Ooh)
Tryna feel it in my stomach, no sit-up
Call when you want and you know I’ma pick up
From the back just like that with the chin up, yeah
He got both legs pinned up
Start from the car to the bed to the floor
It ain’t no telling just where we might end up (Latto)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Flo Milli]
She gon’ do it with no hands
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Ooh, haha)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty (Flo Milli shit)

[Verse 3: Flo Milli & Rubi Rose]
Shake my ass all on his dick ’cause I can tell he like to touch it
Can’t have no strings attached, nigga, do I look like your puppet?
He in love just off of fucking, two minutes in and now he busting (Ha)
Confusing me with bitches, goofy nigga, ain’t no cuffing
He was bragging on his dick, my pussy whip that nigga bluffing
Don’t be reaching for my hand, you ain’t my man when we in public (Ew)
Make him slip all on this pussy, watch him lick it ’til he hiccup (Yup)
Kick him out my house, don’t call me twice if I don’t pick up (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse 4: Rubi Rose]
I drop this bomb on the dick (It’s a bomb, yeah)
The way I bust it, know he think I tote a stick (Uh, you know I’m nasty)
I make it nasty, I spell Rubi while I lick (Uh)
Boy, this a movie, have you ever made a flick? (Three, two, one, play)
When you say action (Action), I start acting (Actin’ up)
Cut, rewind, see I ride it backwards
But ain’t no passion (Nah) ’cause nigga, I could never love you (Ever)
Fuck you like your daddy then send you back to your mama

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty

Megan Thee Stallion – Shots Fired Lyrics

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[Intro]
Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat)

[Verse 1]
Imagine niggas lyin’ ’bout shootin’ a real bitch (Huh?)
Just to save face for rapper niggas you chill with
Imagine me givin’ a fuck it was your fuckin’ birthday (Fuck you)
You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday
Now imagine me cockblockin’ niggas on some dry shit (What?)
I don’t want you on the bench, believe you wouldn’t’ve been invited (You wouldn’t’ve been invited)
And if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted (Should’ve let them lock your ass up)
You offered M’s not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm
Now y’all in cahoots, huh (Okay), you a puss in boots
You shot a 5’10” bitch with a .22
Talkin’ ’bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn’t pellets
A pussy nigga with a pussy gun in his feelings
Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin’ me a bitch (He a bitch)
We all know the shit I could’ve came back with (Lil’-ass nigga)
He talkin’ ’bout his followers, dollars, and goofy shit
I told him, “You’re not poppin’, you just on the remix” (What’s poppin’?)
Now here we are, 2020, eight months later
And we still ain’t got no fuckin’ justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor)
Any nigga on that nigga’s side is a clout chaser (Fuck y’all)
A bitch who he fuckin’ or a ho that he payin’, uh

[Interlude]
Imagine me, hahaha
Imagine me entertaining you fuckin’ goofy-ass niggas and you fuckin’ goofy-ass bitches
Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat)

[Verse 2]
Who you takin’ shots at, goofy-ass nigga?
Keep your broke ass out a rich bitch business
And that go for you bitches too that’s tryna get picked
Talkin’ shit, I’ll slide on you, thinkin’ that you slick
Ooh shit, it’s a lotta weak niggas in this bitch
They confused
They hate me, but watch my videos beatin’ they dick
Who a snitch? I ain’t never went to the police with no names
I thought a bitch that got her chain snatched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy
I be speakin’ facts, uh, they can’t handle that, uh
They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on
I was chose, I ain’t ask to be this motherfuckin’ cold
Still the brightest star and not just the ones that’s up in this Rolls
Keep it pimpin’ always, actions do the talkin’
I know you want the clout, so I ain’t sayin’ y’all names
Oh, you out here ballin’, huh? Who you get that money from?
Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh?
I be so content ’cause I know I’m a real bitch
And anything I say, I’m never scared to repeat it
You’d think I was a killer how these niggas scared as shit
I pull up one deep, but niggas bring they whole clique, ayy
Who you takin’ shots at, goofy-ass bitch?
Watchin’ me succeed from your knees, suckin’ dick
I know you want attention from the niggas that I get
I’m a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place
Real bitch, yeah, yeah, I ain’t sellin’ fairytales
FaceTime my nigga while my other nigga layin’ there
Bitch think she sabotagin’ somethin’, tryna run and tell
Bitch, I got a bond with my niggas and they all aware, yeah
Who you takin’ shots at? Shut up with your scary ass
No profile pic, bitch, your mama shouldn’t’ve had
Kick me while I’m down bad, I remember all that
Next nigga send a shot, I’ma sent it right back (Ah)

[Outro]
Brrt, brrt
Brrt, haha
Ah
Should’ve let them lock your ass up
Pussy

Future & Lil Uzi Vert – Million Dollar Play Lyrics

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[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
I just told Mean, “Yeah, we gon’ be straight”
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money (Zaytoven) ’cause I know he keep it safe (Buddah Bless this beat)
They ain’t goin’ runnin’ out safe (Bop), we gon’ put it right in they face (Let’s go)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bop)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Bow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Booted up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
My niggas shoot shit, my niggas too cut
I’m in the cut gettin’ sucked by two sluts
Pay for the hit, kill your favorite shooter
Then go on vacation, that’s the power of the mula
Elliot diamonds all on the cougar
I still owe Elliot a little mula
You don’t know Elliot? Bitch, that’s my jeweler
Elliante, Fante, diamond cooler (Let’s go)
I got a lot whole lot of bands in my pants, they from France
My girl from Chicago, she said she don’t like rappers
I told her, “Give me a chance”
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb’
Usin’ a money counter, um, again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it came with hundred round
Yeah, and the inside, it came with a fan
Yeah (Brr), yeah (Brr)
Here I go again (Brr, hello)
If you try me, we gon’ have to hit your man

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Yeah, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Brr)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Booted up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah, yeah)
Pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, pour up, go up

[Verse 2: Future]
You know I’m drinkin’ on sizzurp, yeah
You know I’m fuckin’ your good girl, yeah
You know my necklace a blizzard (Count up)
Niggas tried to go inside the safe, put the gun in they face
Shootin’ my shot just like I’m Dr. J, billion-dollar play
I won’t talk, yeah, I’m too stiff
I’m steppin’ in the club, got a Glock on my hip
Drinkin’ on oil, I’m downin’ my pill
Count it up, get delirious
What she gon’ do for the liberty
My money got her stiffer than the Statue of Liberty
Bitches on bitches, I’m literally, some of them come from the Middle East
Drippin’, I’m spending, yeah, I’m the epitome
Pluto my name and I’m bigger than Kennedy
Ridin’ ’round with two lil’ vibes and I got three Glocks on my side
Niggas better run, go hide
You know you gon’ die if you pop outside

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Pow)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah, yeah)
FN’s, Glocks and Dracos, no, we ain’t got no Rugers tucked (Yeah)
I don’t even play with these niggas when I’m sober
So I’m on fuck shit when I’m bootin’ up (Geeked up)
I’m stiff in the club, can’t loosen up
Got my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
I just told Mean, “Yeah, we gon’ be straight”
He saw me make a million off one damn play
I let him keep that money ’cause I know he keep it safe (Yeah, that my boy)
They ain’t goin’ runnin’ out safe (Bop), we gon’ put it right in they face (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Yeah)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Baw)
Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up (Brr, yeah)

Migos – Need It Lyrics

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[Intro: Offset & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Let’s go
Surrounded by some real niggas (Lil Top)
Hey (Yeah)
Yessir (They won’t do it)
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus: Offset & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I said I need it
This Draco undefeated (Rrrah)
Hit your block and then I bleed it (Yeah)
Go long, these bullets, he receive it
I can’t see it (I can’t)
My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it
Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like it’s ether
Then I leave her, I can’t get caught up, I can’t be on Cheaters
There go them people, you know what it is
Go put the dope up ‘fore they breach us
Before they breach us
I’ma get out this bitch and I’m strikin’, I’m throwin’ my heater
Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin’
Forever I’m livin’ my life like a bleeder (Slime)

[Verse 1: Offset, YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Both]
Dope boy (Dope)
I’m straight out the Nawf, I came up sellin’ hard (Hard)
Heroin (Dawg)
I’m straight from the Nawf, I went and bought me a don (the Nawf)
I jumped off the porch and went bought me a gun
We boardin’ the jet ’cause my dawg got a warrant
We don’t give a fuck, bring the stick, where we goin’?
I’m booted up off that Molly, I cover my gun
This stick got a ELO, my aim on point (On point)
Shootin’ that Glock give me pain in my joints (Pew-pew)
We shoot a fifty-round drum, honey bun (Bun)
I want two thousand, I want both of they tongues
I know how to handle it, bust on my damages
These niggas can’t run, we gon’ peel everyone
You know where I’m from, give a fuck how you come
Got a stick in the car and it sound like a bomb (Boom)
I came in this bitch with a mil’ worth of cash (M)
Like Bandicoot, we ’bout to crash (Crash)
No remorse, I put five to your dash (Bitch)
Off the porch, bought a Porsche, then I drag
Off the building, them young niggas slide (Slide)
Put up 30, now you do the math (Fool)
If you seek on my son, I won’t hide (I won’t hide)
Bullets rain, we give him a bath

[Chorus: Offset & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I said I need it
This Draco undefeated
Hit your block and then I bleed it (Yeah)
Go long, these bullets, he receive it
I can’t see it (I can’t)
My wrist look like a snow cone, make her eat it
Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like it’s ether
Then I leave her, I can’t get caught up, I can’t be on Cheaters
There go them people, you know what it is
Go put the dope up ‘fore they breach us
Before they breach us
I’ma get out this bitch and I’m strikin’, I’m throwin’ my heater
Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin’
Forever I’m livin’ my life like a bleeder

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo]
From the bando to bandit, we makin’ it happen
I like a bitch bougie but keep me a ratchet
Winning’s fantastic, Cartiers straight out the plastic
Diamonds in all of my glasses (Chill)
I’m fuckin’ more bitches than Magic
Straight out the basket, they say them young niggas havin’ (Hey)
The money too old, it’s growin’ maggots, nasty
Finger fuck it with the MAG (MAG)
I’m thinkin’ they forgot the way we paved
We been givin’ too many niggas these passes (Too many)
Fuck it, drop a bag and cash it (Fuck it)
Who gonna press ’em the fastest? (Who?)
Extendo barrel elastic, new attachment, shit get tactic (Tactical)
They stole the flow (Go), now they tryna run off with the fashion
My neck, I freeze it (Ice), just give us the reason
Make that smoke look easy (Ooh-ooh, easy)
Couple blue hunnids with the stones, it’s bleedin’ (Bleedin’)
What’s your issue? If you got a trigger, just squeeze it (Bah, squeeze it, bah, squeeze it)
Whole block outside, it’s a street fest
Ain’t no peace treaty
These stones around my Jesus, they ain’t treated
They got me heated
Don’t play with the gang (Ooh-ooh), they know that we be undefeated
I get to squeezin’ (I get to squeezin’)
When we talkin’ beef, they say that they vegan
Jumpin’, no reason (Jumpin’, no reason, woo)
We coppin’ more ice and tuck in the freezer (Ice)

[Chorus: Offset, YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Quavo]
I said I need it
This Draco undefeated (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Hit your block and then I bleed it (Yeah)
Go long, these bullets, he receive it (Oh-oh)
I can’t see it (I can’t)
My wrist look like a snow cone (Oh-oh), make her eat it
Once I see her, I give her that dope dick just like it’s ether (Oh-oh)
Then I leave her, I can’t get caught up, I can’t be on Cheaters
There go them people (Them people), you know what it is
Go put the dope up ‘fore they breach us
Before they breach us
I’ma get out this bitch and I’m strikin’, I’m throwin’ my heater
Whole lotta money, and still they keep comin’
Forever I’m livin’ my life like a bleeder (Slime)