Tag: Chrome Hearts

Lil Yachty – Don’t Even Bother Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, Veeze in this bitch
Goin’ and goin’
Goin’ and goin’

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I pray all of my niggas get to millions of dollars (Yeah)
Chrome Hearts jeans, my clear coat cost an Impala (Slatt)
How dare this rap nigga talk tough? He know I’m his father
These niggas rap verses GTA, I don’t even bother (Yeah)
These bitches askin’ for a buck, damn, I don’t even bother (Yeah)
He wanna fight for a pint, nigga, don’t even bother (Fuck)
I scammed how much your verse cost, don’t even bother
Heard the opps need a hearse, shit, they shouldn’t evеn bother (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Throw that pussy in a lake, lеt him swim with the fishes (Yeah)
When he dead, I’ll be first to put my dick on his Mrs. (Yeah)
Bob and weave like Mike Tyson when she tryna give kisses (Weave)
My bitch pussy so damn bald, thought it was make-a-wish (Wish)
Pullin’ up to link my Philly bitch at seven, six (Who?)
Fuck, I mean seven o’ six
Well like a 76’er
Free all my niggas down that road staring at them bricks (Bricks)
Shoutout to every real nigga who ain’t never switch (Yeah, slatt)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Veeze]
I pray all of my niggas get to millions of dollars (Yeah, slatt)
Chrome Hearts jeans, my clear coat cost an impala (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
How dare this rap nigga talk tough? He know I’m his father
These niggas rap verses GTA, I don’t even bother (Yeah)
These bitches askin’ for a buck, damn, I don’t even bother (Yeah)
He wanna fight for a pint, nigga, don’t even bother (Fuck)
I scammed how much your verse cost, don’t even bother
Heard the opps need a hearse, shit, they shouldn’t even bother (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Veeze]
Throw that work in the water, it get hard when you twisted (Sheesh)
Lil’ bro asked for my gun, told him bring it back empty
I ain’t never had a pit, I be doggin’ these bitches (Yeah)
Where I’m from, niggas killing over Cartier lenses (Hmm-mm)
My doctor still prescribing when I don’t got the symptoms
It’s enough to feed a village in the stash of the rental (Brr, ooh)
I got enough to buy a house, you see I poke out my dental (Brr, ooh)
The Lord done blessed me with a lot, but every night I be sinnin’ (Thank God)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I pray all of my niggas get to millions of dollars (Yeah)
Chrome Hearts jeans, my clear coat cost an Impala (Slatt)
How dare this rap nigga talk tough? He know I’m his father
These niggas rap verses GTA, I don’t even bother (Yeah)
These bitches askin’ for a buck, damn, I don’t even bother (Yeah)
He wanna fight for a pint, nigga, don’t even bother (Fuck)
I scammed how much your verse cost, don’t even bother
Heard the opps need a hearse, shit, they shouldn’t even bother (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Baby Smoove]

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I pray all of my niggas get to millions of dollars (Yeah)
Chrome Hearts jeans, my clear coat cost an Impala (Slatt)
How dare this rap nigga talk tough? He know I’m his father
These niggas rap verses GTA, I don’t even bother (Yeah)
These bitches askin’ for a buck, damn, I don’t even bother (Yeah)
He wanna fight for a pint, nigga, don’t even bother (Fuck)
I scammed how much your verse cost, don’t even bother
Heard the opps need a hearse, shit, they shouldn’t even bother (Yeah)

Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna – Solid Lyrics

[Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, slip, slide, tryna provide for me, for me (Woo), for me
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody
Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 1: Drake]
Revin’ the engine, woah
City dependin’, I gotta finish it
I want opinions, yeah, she want a demon, yeah
She want a ring or some sort of arrangement, yeah
Something’s that’s dangerous
I wanna change it, I wanna claim it, yeah
I want it painted, yeah
She quick to say, “No” ’cause she know she a diamond, yeah
She gettin’ quiet, she on a diet, she want a massage, yeah
Tryna get intimate, bank account never diminishin’, yeah
Niggas are changing they images, yeah
Niggas act hard but they innocent
Hop in a tank and move militant, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Drake]
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody
Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Trunk on the engine
I’m on a mission, the Bronco two-fifty, I’m matchin’ the vision
I got ’em excited, know it’s been a lil’ minute
I left her delighted, man, I love all the Chrome Hearts
These suckers despise it
The touch is the Midas
She said, “Fuck me and cum,” I just do it like Loverboy Nike
Ordered the jet just for you and your friends
I chauffeur you ’round in that big body Benz
Got a lil’ bitch that came up from nothing
We shoppin’ in London and doin’ it big
Been in private but we out in public, I know we the topic for you and your kids
Life monopoly, goin’ broke, not an option
If they could’ve stopped it, they would’ve been did
They would’ve been did, she could be the wig
Don’t play with my head, you test my emotions
Don’t be textin’ my phone every day, I’ma leave it on read
I’m diggin’ and strokin’
My new bitch pussy wet like a ocean, I need a new spread
The solid one chosen
Young Gun’ Wunna stay focused, I can’t let ’em put me on edge

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
No, they can’t put me on edge
I just bust down my wrist and it’s rose gold and it’s ahead
I just put pointers on fifties
I just counted ten million, all cash, and got head from the feds
Woo, yeah, I just told ’em if he play then we stoppin’ the growth of they dreads (Stoppin’)
I just had talk with the peppermint, post it, I’m never gon’ drop ’em this year (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Feel the panoramic doors, we got fours and deuces, toast
I’m the big dog of my coast (Woah)
Micro, minis with the scopes (Uh)
Ain’t tellin’ this bitch my goals (My goals)
Had to live in that, the Metro (Metro)
I’ma peep, but a player not poor (Yeah)
I been thinkin’ ’bout selling my soul (Woo)
Take me out the country and drop me in apartments, she won’t see me cry
I just put macaroni cheese in my pocket, it came with the sides
I just put twenty mill’ inside a escrow, I don’t give a fuck ’bout your life
You had a bust’, but that shit was too little, I promise you never was hot

AJ Tracey – Cherry Blossom Lyrics

[Intro]
Blossom, blossom, blossom, blossom, blossom
Blossom, blossom, blossom, blossom

[Chorus]
Just bought the Lambo’, I’m pulling it out
Rich cherry blossom in Japanese towel
All of my jewelers they know what I’m ’bout
They play my shit from the North to the South
And I step in the venue, I’m shuttin’ it down
VLONE my denim, came straight from the cloud
Diamonds like pussy, they’re pink and they’re brown
Folk show me love, I stand out from the crowd

[Verse 1]
Rich Japanese, it’s so cold I might freeze
Diamonds they glisten like [?]
I wipe your nose, but you ain’t gotta sneeze
Drop an opps top like we feel the breeze
Right back from Essex, I call in my keys
I love that dude, if I ask it’s ease
[?]
It still ain’t no feta, I’m drippin’ in cheese
Droppin’ in guap, I got the drops on the opp
‘Round here the celebrations never stop
We turn up and up, ain’t watchin’ the clock
I’m in Chrome Hearts right down to my socks
We some stunters, but we come from the block
You can get this yola straight from the drop
Used to always wear my heart on my sleeve
And now Comme des Garçons got this heart on my tee

[Chorus]
Just bought the Lambo’, I’m pulling it out
Rich cherry blossom in Japanese towel
All of my jewelers they know what I’m ’bout
They play my shit from the North to the South
And I step in the venue, I’m shuttin’ it down
VLONE my denim, came straight from the cloud
Diamonds like pussy, they’re pink and they’re brown
Folk show me love, I stand out from the crowd

[Verse 2]
Fuckery fun like these bums in their outfits
I just sort my niggas home from the war
My price went up and it ain’t gonna stop
This ain’t a partnership, raisin’ my stock
I’ll take a genre that nobody’s fuckin’ with
Changin’ it up and I’ll make it a buck
Came from the mud and went straight to the top
You can tell, ’cause I still got the dirt on my top
Champagne taste [?], baby, sober me up
Mix the brown liquor with ice in my cup
I touch down [?] and my chain isn’t tucked
It’s up, the paigons is all the way up
Dracos nowhere to be seen in my city
It’s more like a rusty splinter, let it bang
I cop a something, give it to the gang
Just to keep pressure all on where you hang

[Chorus]
Just bought the Lambo’, I’m pulling it out
Rich cherry blossom in Japanese towel
All of my jewelers they know what I’m ’bout
They play my shit from the North to the South
And I step in the venue, I’m shuttin’ it down
VLONE my denim, came straight from the cloud
Diamonds like pussy, they’re pink and they’re brown
Folk show me love, I stand out from the crowd

[Outro]
Blossom, blossom
AoD, in the building
Blossom, blossom blossom, blossom
Blossom, blossom, blossom
It sounds like Nyge
Blossom, blossom

Young Dolph & Key Glock – RAIN RAIN Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph]
BandPlay
Damn, it’s rainin’ outside
I wanted to jump in my drop-top today
Rain, rain, go away
Please come back another day (Let the band play)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away)
I’m Gabbana to the floor today
Pocket full of rizzacks, ’bout to go and get some more today
When you doin’ big shit, lil’ nigga, they supposed to hate
When you doin’ big shit, lil’ nigga, they supposed to hate
When you— When you doin’ big shit, lil’ nigga, they supposed to hate
When you doin’ big shit, lil’ nigga, they supposed to hate
When— When you doin’ big shit, lil’ nigga, they supposed to hate (‘Posed to hate, ‘posed to hate, damn)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Big bullshit only, I got a plate with a whole lot on it
I’m havin’ my way, right now, at the moment
She got a ass, you can sit a glass on it
My time cost money, got a price tag on it (You know that)
We boys in the hood, but I kill a nigga ’bout my sister like Tony (Montana)
Smokin’ orange tree, drinkin’ the dirty orange Fanta (Raw)
Too legit to motherfuckin’ quit like MC Hammer (It’s Dolph)
I asked her what’s that thing right there, Nelly, Country Grammar (Dolph)
Please, God free all of the real ones out the slammer (For real though)
Trapper not a scammer (No), yellow bitch, banana (Uh)
She went to college in Atlanta but she from Savannah (Yeah)
She gon’ show out every time when I pull out the camera (Yeah)
In the strip club my diamonds twerkin’ harder than the dancers (Dance)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away)
Balenciaga to the floor today
Pocket full of stizzacks, ’bout to go and and spend some dough today
When you doin’ big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin’ big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you— When you doin’ big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin’ big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When— When you doin’ big shit, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Cartier on my wrist, Cartiers on my face
I can smell you pussy niggas, I can see the fuckin’ hate
I be drivin’ foreign whips (Skrrt), I be drivin’ bitches crazy
I be gettin’ a lotta cheese and I get a lotta cake (Yeah)
Ten toes down, still to this day (This day)
Lil’ nigga right there don’t play
Got a whole lotta shooters around my way (My way, buck, buck)
Yeah, them niggas don’t play
I’m a walkin’ ticket, I break the bank
The shit I do is the shit you can’t
Yeah, baby, I’m the shit, but I do not stank
I’m all out West with a stick, no shank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m all out West with a stick, no shank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch got a Glock in her purse, not mace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch got a Glock in her purse, not mace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got one on my hip and I’ll put it in your face
Bullets rainin’, opps like

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away)
I’m Chrome Hearts to the floor today
Pocket full of rizzacks, ain’t no tellin’ what we on today
When you doin’ big shit, all that little shit just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin’ big shit, all that little shit just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you— When you doin’ big shit, all that little shit just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin’ big shit, all that little shit just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you— When you doin’ big shit, all that little shit just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

24kGoldn – The Top Lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
I’m at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, top
Hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm

[Verse 1]
Sushi and scallops but she want Italian, order it straight to the crib (To the crib)
I got a vision but they do not get it, I know that it is what it is (It is what it is)
Watch over shoulders ’cause I’m gettin’ older aware that they plot on the kid (On the kid)
Screamin’ and shouting ’cause these niggas doubted me, but-

[Chorus]
I’m at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, goin’ brazy (Yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause they used to never show love (Yeah, yeah)
If you wanna fuck with me, baby, just fuck with me, don’t act fugazi (No, no)
‘Cause that would be crazy (Woah, woah)
Ain’t no need for frontin’ my love (No, no)

[Verse 2]
I fly G5, still rock Levi’s, cool pants gang, we up in this bitch (Up in this bitch)
She wan’ see my Givenchy, I told that girl it’s up in my crib
Don’t mind me, I blow my trees then blow your back out up in this bitch (Up in this bitch)
Rockstar lifestyle, lovin’ that shit (Lovin’ that shit)
Popstar, iced out, twenty my wrist
Tony Montana, we goin’ bananas
My little friend with me when we overseas
I met a shorty who’s ’bout to turn forty
I’m talkin’ my shit, we just shootin’ the breeze
Italians and Porsches, ’bout five hunnid horses
I whip in the rain, and I keep it a G (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
Turn out the streets, we disturbin’ the peace (Word)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause it don’t feel the same (No-no, no-no)
When you ain’t here to witness my name (Name)
Goin’ insane (Insane)
Everything changed (It do, it do)
When you have the money and fame (Fame)
It don’t feel the same no more

[Chorus]
But I’m at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, goin’ brazy (Yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause they used to never show love (Yeah, yeah)
If you wanna fuck with me, baby, just fuck with me, don’t act fugazi (No, no)
‘Cause that would be crazy (Woah, woah)
Ain’t no need for frontin’ my love (No, no)
I’m at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, goin’ brazy (Yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause they used to never show love (Yeah, yeah)
If you wanna fuck with me, baby, just fuck with me, don’t act fugazi (No, no)
‘Cause that would be crazy (Woah, woah)
Ain’t no need for frontin’ my love (No, no)

[Verse 3]
I’m the happiest that I’ve ever been
Bel-Air gettin’ fresher than Prince
Big racks I got money to spend
Big packs in the back of the Benz
Pink slips, tell me why would I rent?
Chrome Hearts, I could see through the tint
I got my phone off, gettin’ domed up
While we roll up in the Lotus
Baby, I’m gone, gone, gone
All of our price they went up with the wind
She wanna bone, bone, bone
You know that’s all that I needed to hear
Where did you go, go, go?
You lost in the sauce so I’m leavin’
‘Cause right now it’s time for the demons (Yeah)
Not my fault, you didn’t believe

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause it don’t feel the same (No-no, no-no)
When you ain’t here to witness my name (Name)
Goin’ insane (Insane)
Everything changed (It do, it do)
When you have the money and fame (Fame)
It don’t feel the same no more

[Chorus]
But I’m at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, goin’ brazy (Yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause they used to never show love (Yeah, yeah)
If you wanna fuck with me, baby, just fuck with me, don’t act fugazi (No, no)
‘Cause that would be crazy (Woah, woah)
Ain’t no need for frontin’ my love (No, no)
I’m at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, at the top, goin’ brazy (Yeah, yeah)
And this feels amazing (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause they used to never show love (Yeah, yeah)
If you wanna fuck with me, baby, just fuck with me, don’t act fugazi (No, no)
‘Cause that would be crazy (Woah, woah)
Ain’t no need for frontin’ my love (No, no)

Tory Lanez – And This Is Just the Intro Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I hope you find somebody more toxic
And y’all go through way more arguments than we did
Y’all go through way more arguments than needed
You better give him the same fucking treatment
I know it’s just the intro and this shit get deep, but
I’ve got my reasons
I put my work in it, wasn’t worth it
My stresses turned you to the person for somebody else
I made you worth it for somebody else
I endured all of your flaws ’til I broke through all the walls of your guard
Now you’re perfect for somebody else
I’m ‘bout to call her, bruh
I know she’s somewhere with a good guy, no
She’s out with a guy who push a pretty penny
Her friend just let me know she say he gets more paper than me, yeah (Damn)
There goes my ego
This shit is weak though
My heart is cold as shit, it’s bricked
My shit is Shaq at the free-throw
Tryna get you back with all these cheap hoes
And you don’t even peep though
I let you take ’til there was nothing left of me
Seen it all ’til there was nothing left to see
I know she would leave me, what you telling me?
‘Cause when it’s said and done, all I got is these melodies
You wasn’t there when I was selling CDs
Juggin’ at the TD, I was making CCs
Money comin’ out, I’m watchin’ it in 3D
You told me I’d be nothing, now I’m on the TV
Fast forward, couple years later, see me, yeah
Come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, bitch
Car futuristic, should’ve come with three seats
Took the last feedback, it don’t come with TVs
I stopped wearin’ Chrome Hearts and AMIRI jeans
Gettin’ too much money and it’s bustin’ out the seams
Shawty, don’t act like I don’t meet you on the scene
I only slept on you ‘cause you started sellin’ dreams
Oh my God, I don’t even know, I’m so ashamed right now

[Verse 2]
She be fuckin’ rich niggas since nineteen (Nineteen)
No money inside her bags, just drugs and Maybelline
Seems like money’s got you doing anything
Anything, anything
Servin’ looks, you deaded me all for the finer things
Fuck me good and then you telling me all kinda things
It’s like money’s got you doing different type of things
Honestly, like I don’t know why I did that, but I did, yeah
Girl, I heard you fucked that nigga in some shit I bought you
It hurts to know that that’s some different shit I taught you, oh
You left me for someone that was icy
With all that ice, don’t you forget

[Chorus]
You gotta come and see me, come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
If it’s on the ‘Gram, on the TV, yeah
Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
If it’s on the ‘Gram, on the TV, yeah
Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah

[Verse 3]
What’s it in for? I’m toxic, you know it (You know it)
Whatever your friends say, I’m not shit, and you know it (You know it)
She hopped in my double-R, she’d rather cry tears in the stars
And she knows them other guys in the double-R, ain’t like ours
Ain’t doing it like us
Movie is playin’ and they ain’t doing it like us
Maybe I’m toxic, maybe I’m not shit
You wanna fuss and fight for some other option
Liquor, I’m gone
Sip, sippin’ ’til I get depressed in this bitch
Then I’ma call you right up on the flip
Fifty reasons why your nigga ain’t shit
Fuck them niggas if I’m not at the top
I go crazy, I’ma make this shit hot
DM your nigga, he blow up your spot
Fuck up the relationship that you got
Fucked it up and now I’m calling you mine
There’s no real intention of making you mine
I just don’t wanna see you with no one else
Like I’m the only one allowed to move on
(I told you)
I’m a fuck boy for sayin’ that shit, girl, I know it
I don’t deserve you for playin’ that like that, I know it
But through these toxic eyes, I see potential
Took advantage of the fact

[Chorus]
You gotta come and see me, come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
If it’s on the ‘Gram, on the TV, yeah
Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
If it’s on the ‘Gram, on the TV, yeah
Gonna see me, gonna see me

[Outro]
Want me call, don’t you? Don’t you?
Every time that I see you, every time that I see you
You, you
Every time that I see you, every time that I see you
Why don’t you return my calls?
You trip out, where I be
Should know, karma see me
Now you don’t got me, see me

YG – Go Big Lyrics

[Chorus: YG]
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Hop it, real big, sumo, fat crib
New background, adlib
I’m in front row, fashion
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Wild out, magic, drip-drip, splashin’
Go hard, my habit
Less convo, action

[Verse 1: YG]
Runnin’ up, runnin’ the bands
Cold-hearted, Chrome Hearts on the pants
Eliantte diamonds and they dance
She a ten, she a dime, she a damn
We parked in the Rari goin’ ham
Out of town and they bussin’ on the ‘Gram
Finesse, finesse, finesse
Dirty money, nigga fuck Uncle Sam
Say he got it, he lyin’ (Lie)
I don’t [?] we [?]
I’m so fly, fly-fly (I’m fly)
I don’t walk, I glide (Glide)
Don’t even ask if you slide (I slide)
Don’t even ask if you slide (I slide)
I put in that time (Time)
Now life apple pies, sweet (Uh)
Ayy, get a new bag every week (Every week)
I be at the bank like, “Please” (Please)
“Withdraw this, please” (Please)
Sheesh (Sheesh)
I got money put it up on my knees (Knees)
They be like watch off the leash (Leash)
Stop stealin’ my swag you bish

[Chorus: YG]
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Hop it, real big, sumo, fat crib
New background, adlib
I’m in front row, fashion
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Wild out, magic, drip-drip, splashin’
Go hard, my habit
Less convo, action

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Go big, know me
Eight figures, go get
I like views of ocean
Free time don’t make no sense
Buyin’ the foreign with Pesos
I’m too real can’t play roles
Just payrolls, Jeff Bezos
And my bitch CO-CEO
That’s Baygos, yeah
Never did anything that ain’t require a plan
Try to humble myself and pretend I’m not the man, really I am
And some people get ahead of theyselves and start celebratin’ for they win
I am not one of them, hopin’ it work out, I rather go put the work in
Understand before we made it dawg, we had to make it through
I was always told to stay creative, I’m creative enough, I created you
I got the girl that you smashin’ in here, except she’s givin’ me head and she naked too
She know the name, she know all the rumors, she wanna see if it’s all fake or true

[Chorus: YG]
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Hop it, real big, sumo, fat crib
New background, adlib
I’m in front row, fashion
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Go big (Go big), go big (Go big)
Wild out, magic, drip-drip, splashin’
Go hard, my habit
Less convo, action

Jack Harlow – Route 66 Lyrics

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[Intro: Jack Harlow]
Right here, mmm

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
Bitch I’m from Kentucky but this ain’t no fuckin’ Dixie Chicks
This is not Route 66
She step out, take like fifty flicks
I’m way too selective with the folks that I get mixy with
She said, “that’s a lie, boy”
You a thot, thot, thot
Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot
Think they fuckin’ with me but they not, not, not
I just cannot stop
I’m ’bout to buy my bro a drop
She came to kick it with her friends
They takin’ shots, shots, shots

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
I’m a hot shot (Ayy)
Met her at the club and I took her to the casa
Get bread nonstop
Know my name, ring a bell like Raja
From the city like Rondo, Rajon
But I’m from the white side like Hassan
Way too fly but I’m not trying
Had y’all’s fun but it’s my time
Chain go bling
I ain’t talking ’bout hotline
Young and I got time
But I finally got one, it’s about time
Make the whole city shine every time that I shine
Let me know now if you not down
‘Cause you left and you not ’round
Need a Julep and a hot brown
Go ‘head, let that top down

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
Bitch I’m from Kentucky but this ain’t no fuckin’ Dixie Chicks
This is not Route 66
She step out, take like fifty flicks
I’m way too selective with the folks that I get mixy with
She said, “that’s a lie, boy”
You a thot, thot, thot
Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot
Think they fuckin’ with me but they not, not, not
I just cannot stop
I’m ’bout to buy my bro a drop
She came to kick it with her friends
They takin’ shots, shots, shots

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Yeah, white gold over my Chrome Hearts
Ten bands sloppy, I ain’t got no card
I don’t feel nothing for the most part
Fat boy drive this bitch like a go-kart
Slide through the opp blocks shooting out blow darts
I been rich before I signed
Shirt cost five, wear it one time
She don’t slurp, get out my ride
Run my city, you can ask my opps
Love my thots with mouths like mops
Shirt off, chains on in a drop
I spent twenty G’s for a clock
Put a Bentley GT in my mouth
We don’t sell CD’s out this house
Still got (*bark bark*) in now
Like what’s a drought, drought, drought?

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
Bitch I’m from Kentucky but this ain’t no fuckin’ Dixie Chicks
This is not Route 66
She step out, take like fifty flicks
I’m way too selective with the folks that I get mixy with
She said, “that’s a lie, boy”
You a thot, thot, thot
Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot
Think they fuckin’ with me but they not, not, not
I just cannot stop
I’m ’bout to buy my bro a drop
She came to kick it with her friends
They takin’ shots, shots, shots

Lil Mosey – XXL Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy, ‘kay

[Verse 1]
Lean, nigga, I need all that (All that)
Run up on me, nigga, put your shit back (Brr)
Walk up on you, where you get your fit at? (Where?)
Bad lil’ bitch, big ass, all that (Yeah)
Bust a nigga jug, I need a iPhone (iPhone)
Nigga with his money, I’m gon’ fuckin’ die for it (Die)
Flyin’, different cities, nigga, different time zones (Flyin’)
Big moves, big bags, got my mind on ’em (Bands)
I’m a no heart havin’ ass, lil’ ass nigga (Ass nigga)
Chrome Hearts, six figures havin’ ass nigga (Ass nigga)
Never hit a lick but I K up wit’ ya (No)
Nigga on my ass, I’ma text you for a picture (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Ayy, bitch, what is you saying? (What you saying?)
Flyin’ to Japan, bitch, I need a hunnid bands (Hunnid bands)
She goin’ for the clip, dang, bitch, never again (No)
Finna stay wit’ you and that’s till the end (Gang)
Bands, bands, in my hand (Uh)
Grands, roll the woods, touch my hand
XXL, nigga, fuck was he saying? (What was he)
Damn, nigga, I was off a Xan (Off a Xan)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, yeah, ballin’ like a Piston (Ballin’ like)
Ooh, yeah, pull up on you, leave you missin’ (Leave you missin’)
Bitch, you ain’t one of my bitches (No)
Switch licks, ain’t none of your business
She a model and she walk the wrong way
Ayy, gas, I’m smokin’ all day
Gotta have it, can you learn that my way? (Nigga)
Damn, you think I’m broke, no way (No way)
Uh, sit there, Hi-Tek (Hi)
I got your bitch wet (Wet)
Spent like four ’cause of my neck (Crip)
Six bands, throw it up, blow that
Keep big stacks right next to me (Uh)
Bro just caught a body, ain’t shit to see (No)
If 12 tryna find me, ain’t no findin’ me
He just say he hit it, he don’t know what it means, let me hit
Bring that ass right back to me
I just went off, better sue me
This Kodak got a Lamb’ (Boom), and it’s shooting
I just went with them, they shot a movie

[Chorus]
Ayy, bitch, what is you saying? (Ayy)
Flyin’ to Japan, bitch, I need a hunnid bands (Hunnid bands)
She goin’ for the clip, dang, bitch, never again (Lil’ bitch)
Finna stay wit’ you and that’s till the end (To the end)
Bands, bands, in my hand (Big bands)
Grands, roll the woods, touch my hand (Touch my hand)
XXL, nigga, fuck was he saying? (What was that nigga saying?)
Damn, nigga, I was off a Xan

Megan Thee Stallion – Do It On The Tip Lyrics

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[Intro: Megan Thee Stallion, Yung Miami & JT]
Real hot girl shit
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)
And the motherfuckin’ City Girls
(Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it)

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
I would never trip about any old dick (Yeah)
If my heart broke, it’s nothin’ that my jeweler won’t fix (That my jeweler won’t fix)
Put some ice on my chest just to cool my shit (Brr)
And I keep me a fur, ’cause I’m a real cold bitch, ayy (Ah)
I’m a cold bitch, yes, I’m a cold piece
Lookin’ for a Mr. Freeze to get froze like me (Like me)
Got a lot of cold stones, and I ain’t talkin’ ice cream (Ice cream)
Put my arm to the sun, bet I melt your wholе team
Okay, now can I take your order? I’ma sеrve ’em what they wanted (Yeah)
Bitches thinkin’ they the shit when they really toilet water (When they really toilet water)
They don’t go against me, they gon’ go bar for bar? (Bar for bar?)
I’ma get ’em in the end like Simba did Scar (Ayy)
Oh, shit, I think I’m pregnant, but I don’t see no belly (I don’t see it)
These bitches tryna come my way before they even ready (They premature)
They say I got the skills, they say I got the look (I got the look)
I got so many bars, they puttin’ money on my books, hey (On my books)
Be mad at them niggas how you be mad at me (Bitch)
He got you lookin’ stupid, but you wanna argue with me (Huh?)
I got a couple of bitches mad ’cause I don’t fuck with them no more (I don’t fuck with them no more)
But since you say you so unbothered, what you speaking on me for? (Shh)

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it

[Verse 2: JT & Yung Miami]
Top-notch bitch, I’m A-listed (Huh?)
This City Girl shit, can’t flex like this
Old country-ass bitch can’t dress like this (Can’t)
Bye, do it on the dick and a bitch (Period)
Clap this ass on that dick, I’ma spazz on that dick
Go to sleep, take a nap, I’ma crash on that dick
I won’t beg for no dick, I won’t cry for no dick
If your dick broke, nigga, put a cast on that dick
Rich with an attitude, R-W-A (You is)
Bitch, I got kids, I know how you hoes play (You do)
Ice cube, peanut pussy, eat it, soufflé (Ow)
These hoes my sons, I should call ’em O’Shea
Fuckboys, I ain’t pressed for ’em (At all)
I need a nigga with a Patek and a TEC on him (Ice, ice, ice)
Big dick, Chrome Hearts, and baguettes on him
If he got the bread, I’ma do the rest for him, period

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it

[Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, real bitch, but that body built like a doll (Like a doll)
I ain’t in no competition with these hoes at all (With these hoes at all)
I should own a bakery way niggas bring the cake to me (Ah)
And if that boy a baller, I bet I can make him play for me
Okay, now, do it for a real bitch (Yeah), buy a bitch a real bag (Buy a bitch a real bag)
Before I pick the wrong nigga, make sure your friends tagged (Who is he?)
Do it for them bitches and they friends who be big mad (Ah)
I know my haters watchin’, so I do it for they bitch-ass

[Chorus: Megan Thee Stallion]
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it
Do it on the dick, do it on the dick, do it, do it

[Outro: Megan Thee Stallion]
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow
Brr, brr, brr
Baow, baow
Brr, brr
Baow, baow-baow-baow

Future – Rockstar Chainz Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
One of the realest shit I ever (Torey, I know what to do with this)
Shit, you know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, you know how I’m kickin’ it

[Chorus]
Rockstar chain all the way to the floor, dawg
Ain’t tryna be cool with no rap nigga, I’m fuckin’ they ho, dawg
Took two Addys, then counted an M and damn near dozed off
I’m in the stars drivin’ myself, I feel like autopilot
Designer Goyard bucket, I’m my own stylist
I done made it out the streets, my brothers still wildin’
Had to go Draco, Draco, Draco, all I could do about it
Soon as it come my way, I can’t do nothin’ but see about it

[Verse 1]
I’ma get me a B up out it, started with a milli’
Made it out the trenches, I can’t ever plead guilty
Crushed her heart when she found out I crushed her friend
Played it smart ’cause either way, I gotta win
I wear my heart on my sleeve, they ain’t real as me
We could’ve kept it way more cordial, but it’s chemistry
You kept me over through the night and boost my energy
I’m thankin’ you, I’m thankin’ me for curiosity
Coolest thing to do is to be cool with a nigga and fuckin’ on his bitch
I know niggas’d do it to me so I’m always gon’ send that hit
She said she true and she said she loyal, that’s how they come to me
I know what really turn you on and I’ma keep our secret

[Chorus]
Rockstar chain all the way to the floor, dawg
Ain’t tryna be cool with no rap nigga, I’m fuckin’ they ho, dawg
Took two Addys, then counted an M and damn near dozed off
I’m in the stars drivin’ myself, I feel like autopilot
Designer Goyard bucket, I’m my own stylist
I done made it out the streets, my brothers still wildin’
Had to go Draco, Draco, Draco, all I could do about it
Soon as it come my way, I can’t do nothin’ but see about it

[Verse 2]
Started with a million dollars, go ‘head and get me billi’
I’m from the trenches, so the clip least hold a fifty
Crushed ice, Cartier frames, or Chrome Hearts
Niggas ain’t solid as they claim, so I play it smart
I’m changin’ weather, I’m thinkin’ better, I’m peepin’ the energy
I left my heart in the streets, so ain’t no sympathy
If you ain’t with me, you against me, you the enemy
Playin’ my cards, sittin’ in the stars, this the life I lead
Coolest thing you could do is squash the beef and still send a hit
I know niggas’d do it to me, so I ain’t gon’ never stop a blitz
She say it’s loyalty, no betrayal when it come to me
I know what really turn you on and I’ma keep a secret

[Chorus]
Rockstar chain all the way to the floor, dawg
Ain’t tryna be cool with no rap nigga, I’m fuckin’ they ho, dawg
Took two Addys, then counted an M and damn near dozed off
I’m in the stars drivin’ myself, I feel like autopilot
Designer Goyard bucket, I’m my own stylist
I done made it out the streets, my brothers still wildin’
Had to go Draco, Draco, Draco, all I could do about it
Soon as it come my way, I can’t do nothin’ but see about it

Gunna – GIMMICK Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
This ain’t no motherfuckin’ gimmick (Gimmick)
Win or lose, this ain’t no scrimmage (Win or lose)
Balmain my shoes and my fitted (Damn)
Damn you fuckboys and you critics (Critics)
Got the trap jumpin’ like crickets (Jumpin’ out)
Lambo’ truck look like it’s kitted (Skrrt)
Load it up, hit the block, spin it (Spin it)
Loyal to my dawgs, we committed (Committed)

[Verse 1]
Yeah (Uh)
I told you none of my shit rented (No)
They use the lingo I invented (Yeah)
In this G6, boosted my adrenaline (My adrenaline)
High fashion, feel like fly shit I’m chillin’ in (Fly)
My dawg down the road might have to kill again (Kill)
Swear the finest hoes come out for Benjamins (Fine)
We some dinosaurs, who think you bigger than? (Who think you bigger than?)
This chain cost a quarter milli’ (Uh)
Condo sixty floors up, you can see the city (High)
When the bitch let me fuck, she hate to admit it (Uh)
Her shit wet when she bust, my shit sticky, sticky (My shit sticky, sticky)
Yeah, I dig it, dig it (Dig it, dig it)
Wanna bring your friend too, yeah, I’m with it, with it (I’m with it, with it)
Nut inside, look like glue in your pretty kitty (Uh)
My next signed deal, I’m spendin’ a ticket, ticket (Ticket, ticket)

[Chorus]
This ain’t no motherfuckin’ gimmick (Nah)
Win or lose, this ain’t no scrimmage (Uh)
Balmain my shoes and my fitted (Fitted)
Damn you fuckboys and you critics (Damn you fuck niggas)
Got the trap jumpin’ like crickets (Jumpin’ out)
Lambo’ truck look like it’s kitted (Skrrt)
Load it up, hit the block, spin it (Spin it)
Loyal to my dawgs, we committed (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Love for ’em all
Bossed up and gave a few bonds to my dawgs (Bonds to my dawgs)
Fuck the jail system, man, fuck the four walls
I feel like 2Pac, above all the law (Yeah)
I pour a quick Dew up and let it dissolve
1017 Guwop, Backwoods look like logs
Pull out that trench blazer, the end and the fall
The web full of haters and internet blogs (The web full of haters and internet blogs)
I’m way out in Greece, ain’t receivin’ no calls
He disrespect, chop off his head with a saw (Chop it off)
You look out ’cause you think a blessing involved
Ain’t none of these cheap, Chrome Hearts on my drawers
She kissed on my cheek, I dug in her jaws
Don’t get on your knees, you ain’t toppin’ it off
You niggas police and be tellin’ it all

[Chorus]
This ain’t no motherfuckin’ gimmick (Gimmick)
Win or lose, this ain’t no scrimmage (Scrimmage)
Balmain my shoes and my fitted (Damn)
Damn you fuckboys and you critics (Damn you fuckboys)
Got the trap jumpin’ like crickets (Crickets)
Lambo’ truck look like it’s kitted (Kitted)
Load it up, hit the block, spin it (Load it up)
Loyal to my dawgs, we committed (‘Mitted)