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DJ Khaled – WE GOING CRAZY Lyrics

[Intro: H.E.R., DJ Khaled & Quavo]
Oh-oh-oh
We The Best Music (Migo)
Another one (Uh)
DJ Khaled

[Chorus: H.E.R. & Quavo]
Yeah, we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, crazy, go)
Oh-oh-oh-way-oh (Uh)
Said we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, crazy, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1: H.E.R.]
Only live one life, came up by your side, just might
Fashion killa, no knife, murder, murder, yeah, I write
Long road, we on one, oh yeah, yeah, we high
Can’t have no lame niggas fuck up our vibe
Throw down like the bottle, nigga, you just won the lotto
Now you fuckin’ with the Don, uh, with the face of a model
No, no, no, the only thing that I love
Benjis and family and we gon’ run it up, yeah

[Chorus: H.E.R. & Quavo]
Yeah, we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, crazy, go)
Oh-oh-oh-way-oh (Uh)
Said we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, crazy, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2: H.E.R. & DJ Khaled]
Hey, oh, I know that you heard about me
We pull up in the alley out there
Let that go, run us our money and don’t be late, yeah
Me and my nigga fuck shit up like OnlyFans (OnlyFans)
Run it up, run-run it up, we need many bands (Many bands)
When I’m talkin’ bands, I’m talkin’ ’bout billions (Billions)
That royalty now these cars can’t handle it, oh

[Chorus: H.E.R.,Quavo & Takeoff]
Yeah, we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, crazy, go)
Oh-oh-oh-way-oh (Uh)
Said we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, crazy, woo, woo, woo, woo, go)
Yeah, we on and we goin’ crazy (Boom, baow, baow)
Oh-oh-oh-way-oh
Said we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, Migo, Takeoff)

[Verse 3: Quavo, Takeoff & Offset]
It’s time to go crazy, I’m up whippin’ them babies and one of the greatest
Mama, we made it, my watch is 280 (Mama)
My diamonds upgraded now she wanna taste it (Woo-woo)
I had to level up, I was too patient (Uh)
Back to the hood, we goin’ back to the basics (Back)
They say they hate you, but smile in your faces (Woo)
Thumb through that check now my fingers is achin’
Stackin’ back hundreds, they know how we comin’ (Uh-uh)
I’m makin’ more money, I double it, tumble it (Go)
That’s how we do, comin’ through runnin’ shit (Run it)
We goin’ up, ain’t no stoppin’ this (Up)
Caribbean water, the diamonds hit (Splash)
We won a championship, that’s an accomplishment (Woo)
I took the bag and I double it
Flooded my wrist, if you play, you get candle lit (Buck, buck)

[Chorus: H.E.R. & Quavo]
Yeah, we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, crazy, go)
Oh-oh-oh-way-oh (Uh)
Said we on and we goin’ crazy (Crazy, crazy, woo, woo, woo, go)
Yeah, we on and we goin’ crazy (Uh, baow-baow-baow)
Oh-oh-oh-way-oh
Said we on and we goin’ crazy (Goin’ crazy)

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
We goin’ crazy (Crazy)
They say we crazy (Crazy)
I told ’em we very crazy (Crazy)
We The Best Music (Music)
Another one

AJ Tracey – Top Dog Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’ve been on this mission all alone, now I’m stuck up in this party with a ting I’m takin’ home oh my
I was just a youngin’ on my own, I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog (Yeah)
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog (Yeah)
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog (Look)

[Verse 1]
I’m the top dog, nigga, my nuts hang
Paigons never sayin’ what they said when they bucked man (Uh?)
Used to see the fiends gettin’ high off a crushed can
Only British kid up in my lane in a Mustang (Vroom)
Yeah, they wanna get at me (Yeah)
Dyin’ over jealousy (Why?)
I’ve been in my Pent’ repentin’ off thе Hennessy (AJ)
And I got enеmies (Yeah), linkin’ with my frenemies (Why?)
But I stand strong when I’m alone like there’s ten of me, yeah
And I ain’t next to blow (No)
I promote the peace but my brothers still let’s it go
Got my [?] gettin’ hotter than Mexico
All I smoke’s gas on my crib like a Texaco
Check me out, silk shirt, this Italian boo (Wow)
I’m a Caribbean man eatin’ Italian food (Ha)
And lately I’ve been playin’ tennis, flying all over courts (Bling)
I might jet myself to Cuba, just to sit on my force (For real)
I got big and better dreams, livin’ ain’t what it seems
Opposition feelin’ weak so they mergin’ their teams (Yeah)
I know brothers with the CBO, that’s rollin’ with Beams
And I know girls that pray all day and live at night off the beans
Look, you know me, fresh Whites and a white tee (Bling-blaow)
If a yattie said I’m not polite, she don’t like me
I had the pretty women schemin’, tryna spite me (Yeah)
Now there’s no behavior you can show me that’ll surprise me

[Chorus]
I’ve been on this mission all alone, now I’m stuck up in this party with a ting I’m takin’ home oh my
I was just a youngin’ on my own, I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog (Yeah)
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog (Yeah)
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m a old-soul baby, I came from the 80’s (Yeah)
This Averick’s wavy, my Dickies is navy (On God)
If you wanna see me in the flesh, gotta pay me (Ching)
The spirit know I got it in my locker like Davy’s, yeah
My flow immaculate (Yeah), nice with the verb (Verb)
I got fans who know my lyrics but they can’t say a word (They can’t say a word)
I’m international, baby, I’ve been coastin’ since a teen
I mean whatever I rap and I rap what I mean (Rap what I mean)
Neon lights, see my name in the West End (Yeah)
I don’t trust a chick who’s droppin’ gems on her best friend (Uh)
Show me that you love it, don’t put no one above it
I hold her hand outside the block and I’ma kiss her in public
See this kettle on my wrist, cost an arm and a leg (Bling-blaow)
My plug movin’ hella funny, had to part with the zed
I was wicked with the whippin’, makin’ rock from the powder
Big bro had Zendaya, I had Jessica Alba
And I’m cowboy, West and loose, we from gang, make it hot
If you’re spotted then move along, Trace, I’m the emperor
I got my groovin’ on (Yeah)
God gave me a gift, I ain’t plannin’ to use it wrong
Now I’m down and Knightsbridge, mint in my tea, you know the dealy (You know the dealy)
Two gyal on my side, one look hazel, and one vanilly (Got one vanilly)
Twenty-something dating these models and gettin’ silly (Gettin’ silly)
Now I’ll multiply my digits, my numbers will do the shimmy (Trace, go)

[Chorus]
I’ve been on this mission all alone, now I’m stuck up in this party with a ting I’m takin’ home oh my
I was just a youngin’ on my own, I flipped the script, ladies down to give a dog a bone, oh
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog (Yeah)
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog (Yeah)
I’m the doggy-doggy, I’m the top dog

[Outro]
(It sounds like Nyge)
(AoD)

Futuristic & Michael Minelli – Ghost Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
Hop up in the whip and then I ghost now
It don’t matter where we are, that’s coast to coast now
I see y’all out here, y’all really doin’ the most now
Me, I stay lowkey, get the bag and then I ghost
Y’all throwin’ shade, that’s okay, I don’t gotta boast now
They showin’ love wherever, yeah, that’s coast to coast now
I see y’all out here, y’all really doin’ the most now
Me, I stay lowkey, get the bag and then I ghost

[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Disappeared
Young, rich, young nigga listen here
Work my plan, crystal clear
Went crazy for a second like Britney Spears
Yo, it’s a cheer
Me and my wifey be out in Tulum
Up on the roof and a pool with a view
They sayin’ that’s crazy, it ain’t nothin’ new
Me with the crew went bust for a month
We’re pickin’ up money like somebody dropped it
I saw a crib that I wanted, I called up the number, ain’t have to visit, I just copped it
You ain’t in my bracket, stop it, trips to the tropic
Switchin’ my topics, gettin’ that boxed like [?]
Selfie in Guam, whose in it? I cropped it
Speakin’ that nonsense, eat at your conscience
Hard to believe ’em, I leave no responses
Just bein’ me and the me is so constant
Gettin’ that grease as they see me in Compton
Yeah, y’all in the club and I’m postin’ on property chillin’
Plottin’ to break up monotony
Gotten me off on my rocker on top of the buildin’
Talk on the block as she swallow my children
Ain’t nothin’ sweet, but she bop with the feelings
[?] they poppin’ the spot
No more, boy got a Glock, gotta stop with the killin’
Jottin’ my feelings, Ciroc in my melon
The ghost of the story, I’m lettin’ ’em tell it

[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
Hop up in the whip and then I ghost now
It don’t matter where we are, that’s coast to coast now
I see y’all out here, y’all really doin’ the most now
Me, I stay lowkey, get the bag and then I ghost
Y’all throwin’ shade, that’s okay, I don’t gotta boast now
They showin’ love wherever, yeah, that’s coast to coast now
I see y’all out here, y’all really doin’ the most now
Me, I stay lowkey, get the bag and then I ghost

[Verse 2: Michael Minelli]
(Hey) Promise they never gon’ find me
No, just think they can never define me
City tried to multiply me, I could see way they eye me
Yeah, I got it in the DNA
I get the bag, I’m in the Caribbean chillin’, I’m out of my [?]
I’m a different type, I don’t need the fame, my hunger fueled by the pain
Pull up and put her to show, show me the money at the back of the plane
I can never understand why they always tryna throw dirt on my name
But now I see it clearly
The second they hear me they start to feel me
You are now tuned in to the realest
Hate it or love it, you still gotta feel it
Shut the room down when I walk in the building
Me and my dawgs, we are gonna kill it
What an incredible feeling, hey

[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
Hop up in the whip and then I ghost now
It don’t matter where we are, that’s coast to coast now
I see y’all out here, y’all really doin’ the most now
Me, I stay lowkey, get the bag and then I ghost
Y’all throwin’ shade, that’s okay, I don’t gotta boast now
They showin’ love wherever, yeah, that’s coast to coast now
I see y’all out here, y’all really doin’ the most now
Me, I stay lowkey, get the bag and then I ghost

Busta Rhymes – Deep Thought Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: unknown woman, Busta Rhymes]
Baby you want me?
Well I want you too
You can have me
If I can have you too
Come to mommy
Let me relax you
Let me comfort you
In deep thought baby
Tell me what’s on your mind
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse]
Smoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out
Can’t believe the shit that’s happening to me
When I need a place to tranquil, meditate, think ’bout what really matter
Go and rest my head on my shawty booby
She run her fingers through the new dread I’m growing
Peep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga
If you listеning and you catch the picture
You might see me laying ‘tween my shawty’ lеgs holding a glass of liquor
And she keep rubbing my head, asking me to talk to her I don’t even respond
Hold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm
My shawty stay relaxed she understand a nigga going through something
When I’m at home I don’t ever need for the fronting
My voice going, I’m sounding like a frog
Doing shows back to back, partially why niggas reluctant to talk
They get their way when niggas start rubbing my hand, massaging my back
They start confessing to all the shit I was taught
Applying what I was taught to the point if you ain’t right
I will slap you, I’m becoming your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper
Then it all feels like the shit was in vain but I’m bringing it harder
Losing Chris, I ain’t losing my father
I’m bittersweet so I promised my momma I’mma become a martyr
And everyday that pass, I move a little smarter
That’s why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger
To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger
But I feel cheated ’cause Chris and my father, they ain’t here to see it (Wow son)
Well like I said, ’cause they ain’t right here to see it
Despite my heart was suffered, I’m still undefeated
I give ’em what they need and they start wildin’ ’til this niggas is coo-coo
We ain’t screaming “Violator” like we used to
You ask me what’s on my mind baby, well Ima serve you
There ain’t no statue of limitation when it comes to murder
You ever heard of?
Nigga like me stay on top of shit
We won’t let it rest ’til we get to the bottom of it
Yeah, and they know who I’m talking to
Because they Busta Rhyme fans, they’re probably not after this song is through
Well, fuck I’m s’posed to do
When this be the shit that I be thinking when I’m supposed to be honest when I talk to my boo
My shawty probably mad
‘Cause I ain’t supposed to share these conversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue
But then I got a blessing so that I can share this with y’all
Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of us feel this too
In any event, this the shit I’m thinking
Some of the many things that I’ve got on my mind shawty
That’s probably why I smoke and I keep on drinking
‘Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body
Good days and bad days is part of the process
Build it with my shawty escaping the nonsense
And though I continue to keep it honest, thorough process is complex
Keep your balance and focus on progress
That be the concepts
Despite the fights internally fought
Those who were there for daddy, thanks for your support
And when my long term thinking , see these terms these niggas thinking on the short
They hate when I spite, now they throwing me salt
That’s how my mind travel like I’m in the Caribbean resort
Pondering on shit when I’m in deep thought

HoodCelebrityy & Kash Doll – So Pretty Lyrics

Play this song

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, HoodCelebrityy)
So Pretty (Ohhh)

[Chorus: HoodCelebrityy]
Baby, so pretty
What’s your nationality?
Hair black, eyes brown, good quality
You’re so pretty
You don’t even follow me
[?] in the DM but you leave the shit on seen
You’re so pretty
You don’t even need IG
Them bitches do it for the likes but you do it for me
You’re so pretty
Real, real so pretty (Mmm yeah)

[Verse 1: HoodCelebrityy]
You don’t need no broke nigga
Your body sick, so you need six figure (six figure)
Real housewife, cook lunch and dinner
And you still fuck like a champion winner
High School Diploma, Yeah you graduate and you bad (Mmmm)
Step up on dem, watch how yuh mek gyal mad
You’re bad and you’re boujie
Never backstage, never acting like no groupie
She only smoke blunts while she listen Lil’ Uzi
Yeah you’re real picky and I like how you choosy
Take care of your son, fuck that nigga he a goofy
He’ll never catch a vibe like you (like you)
He don’t know them right, that pussy tight like you (like you)
Everything official, they are not like you
[Chorus: HoodCelebrityy & Kash Doll]
Baby, so pretty
What’s your nationality?
Hair black, eyes brown, good quality
You’re so pretty
You don’t even follow me (Ay)
[?] in the DM but you leave the shit on seen
You’re so pretty (Kash Doll)
You don’t even need IG
Them bitches do it for the likes but you do it for me
You’re so pretty (HoodCelebrityy, yeah, yeah)
Real, real so pretty (Mmm)

[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
Look, femme fatale
Bossed up, bad gyal
Skin soft, likkle shape but a cocktail
I got my own, I don’t owe these niggas
I don’t fuck ’em, I don’t suck ’em, I just bro these niggas
It’s a foreign whip when I’m slidin’
Y’all just test driving
Real life, my new crib, two point fivin’
A black goddess, these niggas is novice
My kitty been litty, you bitches just getting started
And I’m mixed with franklins, grants and jacksons
Got no feelings like I only fuck with tooth extractions
I’m always on some savage shit, exclusive extravagance
Get the money, flip the money
Double up, I’m stacking it (Mmmm, weh mi say)
I’m having it
[Refrain: HoodCelebrityy]
He’ll never catch a vibe like you
He don’t know them right, that pussy tight like you
Everything official, they are not like you

[Chorus: HoodCelebrityy]
Baby, so pretty
What’s your nationality?
Hair black, eyes brown, good quality
You’re so pretty
You don’t even follow me
[?] in the DM but you leave the shit on seen
You’re so pretty
You don’t even need IG
Them bitches do it for the likes but you do it for me
You’re so pretty
Real, real so pretty (Mmm yeah)

[Bridge: HoodCelebrityy]
You know you so pretty
Caribbean girls, dem pretty
European girls, so pretty
African gyal, dem pretty
Asian girls, so pretty
American gyal, dem pretty
Every gyal, so pretty
And you know me pretty
Real pretty
[Chorus: HoodCelebrityy]
Baby, so pretty
What’s your nationality?
Hair black, eyes brown, good quality
You’re so pretty
You don’t even follow me
[?] in the DM but you leave the shit on seen
You’re so pretty
You don’t even need IG
Them bitches do it for the likes but you do it for me
You’re so pretty
Real, real so pretty (Mmm yeah)