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Adele – Easy On Me

Adele revealed a short video teaser for her new single “Easy On Me” in an IG live on October 9th. Here are the lyrics.

There ain’t no gold in this river
That I’ve been washing my hands in forever
I know there is hope in these waters
But I can’t bring myself to swim
When I am drowning in the silence
Baby, let me in

[Chorus]
Go easy on me

[Preview]

Gunna & Future – Too Easy Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Gunna]
It’s Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin’ me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don’t call back so she won’t think I need it

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain’t got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you
Remember that pussy from way back, playin’, I pay ’em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper
This ain’t diamonds you lookin’ at and we done updated the roster
You can tell it’s a rich nigga posture
Young GunWunna, I’m spittin’ it proper
Trappin’ at school, I was servin’ bags, police was searchin’ my locker
Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should’ve stopped ya

[Chorus: Gunna]
It’s Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin’ me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don’t call back so she won’t think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain’t no more breathin’
If I don’t post and I go ghost, it’s gon’ be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason’s I’m booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I’m freezin’, no way I’m anemic

[Verse 2: Future]
Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m gon’ chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (Chop it up)
I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do)
Bitch ain’t playin’ her position, cuttin’ her off, this shit too easy (Super)
I started off smashin’ R&B stars right at the bando (Future)
I’m havin’ hoes all the way south thinkin’ that I abandoned ’em
I’m havin’ pimpin’ in my blood and I can change the climate (What else?)
I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto)
Can’t put a presidential on a bitch ‘less she give a nigga a ménage (‘Nage)
That lil’ IG bitch ain’t shit, fucked her in the car (Car)
Fucked ’round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (What up?)
Started talkin’ Chinese from all these sticks in the car

[Chorus: Gunna]
It’s Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin’ me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don’t call back so she won’t think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain’t no more breathin’
If I don’t post and I go ghost, it’s gon’ be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason’s I’m booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I’m freezin’, no way I’m anemic

Lil Nas X – DOLLA SIGN SLIME Lyrics

[Intro: Nessly]
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Y’all take a rumor then ya’ll go and wear it out
Fuck all that talkin’ ’bout who’s and the whereabouts
I walk in Neiman’s and Marcus I’m buried out
Walk in the bank and say, “Fuck it, let’s clear it out”
I’m the same dollar sign slime, they gon’ hear me
I’m the same dollar sign slime, they gon’ feel me
I’m the same dollar sign slime, yeah
I’m the same dollar sign slime, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Nas X]
Yeah, album gone hit like it’s ’82
Got a new whip and it’s navy blue (Navy blue)
Top of the game, only twenty-two
Look at me, nigga, thеn look at you (Look at you)
You just an opp and a flop of a nigga
I’m sorry that I gotta say the truth
Thought I went pop but I popped on you niggas
Now I’m with thе hits like I’m Babe Ruth (Ah)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Bitch, I do not do labor (Uh-huh)
You know I done got too major (Ah)
Bought a new house, few acres (Uh-huh)
I done went and got new neighbours
So fuck all that, “Nas, be considerate”
I’m really that nigga that’s killin’ it
Man, all of y’all niggas equivalent
I’m really that nigga that’s different

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Y’all take a rumor then ya’ll go and wear it out
Fuck all that talkin’ ’bout who’s and the whereabouts
I walk in Neiman’s and Marcus I’m buried out
Walk in the bank and say, “Fuck it, let’s clear it out”
I’m the same dollar sign slime, they gon’ hear me
I’m the same dollar sign slime, they gon’ feel me
I’m the same dollar sign slime, yeah
I’m the same dollar sign slime (Real hot girl shit, ayy)

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
They can’t stop me
They can’t do it, bitch, watch me (Watch me)
All you lame hoes turn hate into a hobby
Damn, watchin’ me gotta turn you on (Turn you on)
I should have my own category in porn
Ooh, I’m just such an obsession
Tea about me, your IG suggestions
Thick, no add-on prosthetics
Everything ’bout me came from genetics
Yeah, I been gettin’ money, I ain’t new to this
Miss one, catch one, I ain’t new to fish
But if he throwin’ that rod (That rod)
And I get hooked, then you doin’ your job
Baby, all these hoes imitate me
You gon’ fuck a Stan or the real Slim Shady?
Toxic, suck it so live, then block him
Got more cream than a sundae topping, ah

[Chorus: Lil Nas X & Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m the same dollar sign slime (Same slime), they gon’ hear me
I’m the same dollar sign slime (Same slime), they gon’ feel me
I’m the same dollar sign slime, yeah
I’m the same dollar sign slime, yeah, yeah, yeah

Riton & RAYE – I Don’t Want You Lyrics

[Intro: RAYE]
Oh I, oh I, oh I-I
I don’t want your love if you don’t want mine, mine
And oh my, oh my, oh my God
I gave you all my love but you gave it up, up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, mm

[Verse 1: RAYE]
New phone, who’s this?
Switched up on you how I switched the wrist
You may only see me on my IG pictures
And that’s your
Your bad not mine
Told you one time if you waste my time
I’ma make you feel it on a Monday, Tuesday
Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday night

[Pre-Chorus: RAYE]
You cut me deep down, baby, deep down, and I’ma let you know it
I wanted to be, be your lover like Prince in ’79
Been down, I’ve been down, baby, been down to talk this out, I’m over it
And that’s you, na-na-na, na-na-na

[Chorus: RAYE]
Oh I, oh I, oh I-I
I don’t want your love if you don’t want mine, mine
And oh my, oh my, oh my God
I gave you all my love but you gavе it up, up
And oh I, oh I, oh I-I
On my mind, now I don’t want you
Oh I, oh I, oh I-I
I gave you all my love but you gave it up, up

[Verse 2: RAYE]
Nеw man, new vibe
Got a new ting, had to pimp my ride
And we in the fast lane on the M-25
Got my eyes on the road and my hands on his thighs
Ohh, we could’ve been a thing but you slept on me so I’m sleepin’ with him
He’s a real man, badman, sippin’ on gin
This could’ve been us but you playin’

[Pre-Chorus: RAYE]
You cut me deep down, baby, deep down, and I’ma let you know it
I wanted to be, be your lover like Prince in ’79
Been down, I’ve been down, baby, been down to talk this out, I’m over it
And that’s you, na-na-na, na-na-na

[Chorus: RAYE]
Oh I, oh I, oh I-I
I don’t want your love if you don’t want mine, mine
And oh my, oh my, oh my God
I gave you all my love but you gave it up, up
And oh I, oh I, oh I-I
On my mind, now I don’t want you
Oh I, oh I, oh I-I
I gave you all my love but you gave it up, up

[Post-Chorus: RAYE]
You cut me deep down, baby, deep down, down, down
Been down, I’ve been down, baby, been down, down, down, been down
You cut me deep down, baby, deep down, and I’ma let you know it
And that’s you, na-na-na, na-na-na

[Outro: RAYE]
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Now I don’t want you
Oh I, oh I, oh I-I
On my mind, now I don’t want you
Oh I, oh I, oh I-I
I gave you all my love but you gave it up, up

Young Nudy – Trap Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy]
You rap niggas pick and choose
You bitch niggas, I’m finna bruise (Yeah)
You niggas know I come to win (Win)
You niggas hate, you finna lose (You lose)
You ain’t come in with no strap (No strap)
You know I came in with my strap (My strap)
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
You playin’, your ass gettin’ clapped (Get clapped)
And this right here ain’t no rap (No rap)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
My lifestyle ’bout this trap shit (That trap shit)
I been doin’ this shit ‘fore this rap shit (Yeah)
I’m known for bustin’ and clappin’ (Clappin’)
I’m in the trap Saran Wrappin’ (Wrappin’)
Yeah, I like to tote, I like to tote, this smoke, I blow (I blow)
Yeah, you is a hoe (Yeah), you is a hoe and your partner’s a hoe (They know it)
I get the money, you know it (You know it)
I got the racks, too much money to show it (Show it)
I got the money to blow, I spend this money, they spinnin’ your folks (Your folks)
I got no type of heart (Uh-uh), no type of heart, and ice on my chain (My chain)
I got that ice on my chain (Yeah), you touchin’ this chain, we touchin’ your brain (Bah)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Snatch a motherfucker face off (Yeah), yeah, just like his pocket (Cash)
I’m on the bullshit, let me in the industry, but they scared ’cause I’m really ’bout it (‘Bout it)
These niggas pussy, I’m real (Yeah), these niggas hoes, I ain’t (I ain’t)
I’m gettin’ money out the street, money out the rap, money in the bank (Word)
I do the shit they can’t (They can’t, nigga)
I do the shit they wanna do (Rich slime)
I be shootin’, they ain’t shootin’ (Nah)
I got shooters that’ll shoot too (Yeah)
I was a shooter before I had shooters, I keep a Glock, no ruler (No ruler)
I’m a teacher in these streets, pussy nigga, y’all niggas just some tutors (Tutors)
Y’all niggas just some wannabes (Wannabes)
I’m a big dog, yeah (Yeah)
I’m a real nigga, you wanna be (Real one)
I’m a real nigga, you can’t be (Yeah)
I get money that you can’t see (Can’t see)
Bankroll, man, it’s too large (Too large)
Too much money, man, it can’t fold (Can’t fold)
Show too much of her a-hole (Word)
Yeah, yeah, dope boy went gold, but a rap ain’t went gold (Nah)
Give a fuck ’bout shit, so (Shit, so)
I’m in the trap tryna get his soul (Yeah)
Nigga hatin’ ’cause I been on (Been on)
Zone 6, nigga, puttin’ on (Put on)
Put on, or, nigga, put down (Put down)
Get down, nigga, lay down (Lay down)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
My lifestyle ’bout this trap shit (That trap shit)
I been doin’ this shit ‘fore this rap shit (Yeah)
I’m known for bustin’ and clappin’ (Clappin’)
I’m in the trap Saran Wrappin’ (Wrappin’)
Yeah, I like to tote, I like to tote, this smoke, I blow (I blow)
Yeah, you is a ho (Yeah), you is a ho and your partner’s a ho (They know it)
I get the money, you know it (You know it)
I got the racks, too much money to show it (Show it)
I got the money to blow, I spend this money, they spinnin’ your folks (Your folks)
I got no type of heart (Uh-uh), no type of heart, and ice on my chain (My chain)
I got that ice on my chain (Yeah), you touchin’ this chain, we touchin’ your brain (Bah)

[Verse 2: Future]
Everywhere I go, got a yotta, drankin’ on lean out the bottle
Fuckin’ on a IG model, beat her pussy like a pinata
Ice on clear like water, yeah, playin’ in the field, no soccer, yeah
Get you stepped on for a dollar, yeah, stand too close, I’ma pop you, yeah
Link with the bros, we the mafia, kick down the door in designer gear
Spin through the block and get outta there (Brr)
Push up in a coupe, let a mop in here
I swap out and hop out and jump in a double-R tall as a model [?] (Tall as a model [?])
Got shooters on shooters on shooters on shooters, it’s a whole lot of ’em (Whole lot of ’em, Pluto)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
My lifestyle ’bout this trap shit (That trap shit)
I been doin’ this shit ‘fore this rap shit (Yeah)
I’m known for bustin’ and clappin’ (Clappin’)
I’m in the trap Saran Wrappin’ (Wrappin’)
Yeah, I like to tote, I like to tote, this smoke, I blow (I blow)
Yeah, you is a ho (Yeah), you is a ho and your partner’s a ho (They know it)
I get the money, you know it (You know it)
I got the racks, too much money to show it (Show it)
I got the money to blow, I spend this money, they spinnin’ your folks (Your folks)
I got no type of heart (Uh-uh), no type of heart, and ice on my chain (My chain)
I got that ice on my chain (Yeah), you touchin’ this chain, we touchin’ your brain (Bah)

DaBaby – Giving What It’s Supposed To Give Lyrics

[Chorus]
All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain’t want to live (No)
She gave me head and that head was givin’ what it’s supposed to give
I came out here and got on, ’cause I was doin’ what I was supposed to did
The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don’t think she want no kids (Let’s go)

[Verse 1]
These niggas beefin’ for IG, but bitch, I want to kill
Kept gettin’ blessed, ’cause bitch, I hustled, I ain’t wanna steal
I’ll whip this bitch out now in front of all these cameras, niggas know what it is
My hitta out here slidin’ with a warrant, I think he want it still
Them pussies pulled me over on the lil’ four-way (Four-way)
The DA asked me for a picture, I wore Dior to my last court date
Nigga ask if I got a pass, I tell ’em, “No way” (No way)
Bitch, we like AIDS, I’m on your ass, we on your ass, bitch, we won’t go ‘way (Go ‘way)
I think I need to change the scenery, a new main (Somethin’ new)
A fine ho (Yes sir), boo thang
Thinkin’ about checkin’ me about a ho, gon’ see a blue flame
Off the front of the Glick when I start hittin’, so tie your shoestring (Nyoom)
He’s a runner, he’s a track star
These tough ass niggas that rap ain’t really that, these niggas just act hard
I came in this bitch too real, I had to chill, almost got blackballed
Just talked to my CPA, said I’m approved for my new Black Card

[Chorus]
All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain’t want to live (Bitch ass nigga)
She gave me head and that head was givin’ what it’s supposed to give
I came out here and got on, ’cause I was doin’ what I was supposed to did
The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don’t think she want no kids (Go, go)

[Verse 2]
The way he got that look up in his eyes, then he must wanna die (Huh)
Nigga, I’m gon’ make your mama cry ‘fore you make my mama cry
I stay up out the way and mind my business ’cause I’m certified (Certified)
Uh-oh, that nigga done made me mad, okay, it’s murder night
Half a million worth of chains, it probably hurt your eye (Bling)
I set my time and won the race, they givin’ first place to the turtle now
Brought ’em back, I need endorsements on the turtleneck
Just taught the freak how to talk back, she done turned herself to a Squirtle now (Squirtle)
No disrespect, but girl, that pussy wet
So you gon’ have to get up and get the fuck up out my bed
Come showin’ off for them hoes and we gon’ paint the city red
The last nigga that played with me, that nigga dead (Than a motherfucker)

[Chorus]
All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain’t want to live (I’m talkin’ dead as hell)
She gave me head and that head was givin’ what it’s supposed to give
I came out here and got on, ’cause I was doin’ what I was supposed to did (Oh, oh)
The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don’t think she want no kids

[Outro]
Nigga, bitch
Who’s gon’ trip on me ’bout that ho?
I’m the one gettin’, goddamn, my soul snatched
You the one gettin’ the kisses
Shit, you winnin’
Lame-ass nigga

G Herbo – You Can’t Lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo]
Run that back, Turbo
Ayy

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Oh, you miss me? I’m in foreign cars now
Ice on all my dawgs, haters on IG, they logged out
And I brought ’em all out, V12 engine roarin’ loud
Hit the parkin’ lot, I open up the door, it’s all clouds
Know I made my mama proud when she saw me rock a crowd
Had the fans goin’ wild
No bap, I told her I was gon’ buy me a Rollie as a child
Rollie on me right now, give them bitches bright smiles
I’m with wifey, pipe down
Gettin’ the two-door wiped down
On the freeway, blow a pound
Every time I come around just expect a hundred rounds
Feel like rain comin’ down, Herbo drippin’ through your town
Foreign whippin’ through your town
Herbo, you gеt love just like Jordan, Pippen in your town

[Chorus: The Kid LAROI]
I told my mama I was gon’ makе it, now I made it (Oh, oh)
I remember when they all hated, they all changin’ (They did, huh)
I remember I was down and they acted so cold (Fuck ’em)
If you weren’t with me in the Honda, you can’t be with me in this Rolls, no, no
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t (Haha), you can’t, no (Can’t, can’t)
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t, no (Oh, no, no)
You can’t, you can’t, and you won’t, no (Can’t, can’t)
I don’t need you anymore (Huh, look)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Keepin’ patience while I’m in and out of situations (Situations)
She say we datin’, but I hardly give her a conversation (Hard)
Try to paint that picture and it’s fuckin’ with my imagination (Fuckin’ with my imagination)
I don’t ever kiss her, but I always give her penetration (Oh)
Peep that you wasn’t with me, you ain’t ridin’ in this Bentley (No)
Could’ve fucked and gave you nothin’, thank God I wasn’t stingy (Thank God)
You full of kizzy (Kizzy)
Could’ve laced you in new Givenchy
Left my soul empty (Soul)
Can’t help me with spendin’ these millies (No)
You don’t know who you livin’ for (For)
I just don’t know why it’s so hard to play your part (Part)
But it’s okay, ’cause I don’t want you anymore (Anymore)
Like fish parquet deep in the sea, it’s plenty more (Plenty more)

[Chorus: The Kid LAROI]
I told my mama I was gon’ make it, now I made it (Oh, oh)
I remember when they all hated, they all changin’ (They did, huh)
I remember I was down and they acted so cold (Fuck ’em)
If you weren’t with me in the Honda, you can’t be with me in this Rolls, no, no
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t (Haha), you can’t, no (Can’t, can’t)
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t, no (Oh, no, no)
You can’t, you can’t, and you won’t, no (Can’t, can’t)
I don’t need you anymore (Huh, look)

Tion Wayne – Wow Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy CZR, you did a mazza still
Mm-mm
Pxtrik
Yo, mm-mm
Grrr, bow

[Chorus]
Wow, man down, man down
You ain’t really bad, pipe down, pipe down
I don’t give a fuck right now, right now
Why everybody judge like Simon Cowell?
Pull up on my IG, undercover
But you don’t like me, suck your mother
If a nigga try me, won’t recover
If you don’t like me, mm-mm

[Verse 1]
Pretty inna real life, on the ‘Gram
Where you get that ass from? God damn (Ayy)
I don’t want the ‘Rari, but I can (Damn)
Free up my army (Boom, boom), soon land
Know Darkoo got the strap for them
Skrr the whip like Sebastian (Bow, bow)
They don’t wanna see me, no shank on ’em
Man a bad man, man a real, mm-mm
Man ah real EMD
When we inject him, ain’t no BCG
Tell bro that I got him ’till the E-N-D (Ayy, ayy)
Nеver snitch, fam, I’d rather do EPP (Grrr, bow)
Buss that case, didn’t need appеaling
Took out the witness like Tommy Egan
Touch one of my dawgs then I’m turnin’ demon
It ain’t ever even till somebody sleepin’ (Ayy, ayy)
You liar and you still struggle with the O, retire
Acting like you’re always on smoke, no fire
And you can’t defend your block, Maguire
Out here shottin’ on the roads
But I’ll spend your stack on shopping (Eh ehn)
Made a mil but I’ll still pop him (Boom, boom)
They say “Wizzy ain’t on nothing”
So why they see me and they runnin’? (Bow, bow)

[Chorus]
Wow, man down, man down
You ain’t really bad, pipe down, pipe down
I don’t give a fuck right now, right now
Why everybody judge like Simon Cowell?
Pull up on my IG, undercover
But you don’t like me, suck your mother
If a nigga try me, won’t recover
If you don’t like me, mm-mm

[Verse 2]
Every time I have a dream it’s bloody
But all of them moves fed mommy
Take the weed, left the money
Left the what? Back the shotty
She hid the gun in her trousers (Ah-ah)
Wasn’t eatin’ for twenty-four hours (Bow, bow)
But I dropped out that beautiful girl
‘Cause she played both sides like Angela Valdez (Boom)
Cross country when it’s all up with the pumpy
Lucky, Dillon got away from the undy
Young G shootin’ up North like Henry
Wouldn’t even wanna care ’bout all the fuckery
On sight, man slap him, I ain’t into online chattin’
The whole of the 9 confused, free SJ
‘Cause we don’t even know who’s chattin’ (Boom)

[Chorus]
Wow, man down, man down
You ain’t really bad, pipe down, pipe down
I don’t give a fuck right now, right now
Why everybody judge like Simon Cowell?
Pull up on my IG, undercover
But you don’t like me, suck your mother
If a nigga try me, won’t recover
If you don’t like me, mm-mm

[Bridge]
Man, I never ever lie in a rap
Man, I really put the 9 on the map
Man, the whole of N9 got my back
We’re bros even if we’re white or we’re black (Brr)
Get slapped, pretty girl, big bum, get wet
Shoutout to my paigons, get bow (Bow)
Lean out the Lambo’, then brrap

[Chorus]
Wow, man down, man down
You ain’t really bad, pipe down, pipe down
I don’t give a fuck right now, right now
Why everybody judge like Simon Cowell?
Pull up on my IG, undercover
But you don’t like me, suck your mother
If a nigga try me, won’t recover
If you don’t like me, mm-mm

Lil Baby & Lil Durk – 2040 Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby]
Yeah
They don’t want no beef, you know what I’m sayin’?
I’m like, yeah, I’ma fuck with ’em, though
FOREVEROLLING
Flexin’ on that—

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I’m doin’ donuts in my neighborhood, it made me feel good
I swore I would never do that shit again, but still do it
I feel better with no IG but I’m too big of an influence
And live your life, don’t try to make someone else have that shit, might ruin it
Yeah, I make money off all type of shit, I got stocks for me and my children
Had to put the wide body on the Lamb’ truck, it look sexy, call it “Mrs. Urus”
Fucked up playin’ around, now I’m serious
I got two-hundred bands in each ear
I was damn near the man beforе I started rappin’
These othеr niggas just cappin’
I can take the top off while the car goin’
Call it, “Gettin’ nasty in traffic”
I done reached another bracket, eight figure taxes
I can’t touch a bitch if she average
Any location, play, we gettin’ at ’em
All this shit come and go, it don’t matter
These boys sub to ’em, you ain’t add ’em
We don’t even social beef, we get active
Everybody killin’ now ’til somethin’ happen
I feel uncomfortable without a ratchet
I might shoot my shot at what you call it
I’m forever ballin’, I might eat her pussy good and never call her
I been runnin’ from her, I heard you a stalker
But we is not the same, lil’ nigga
I been drug through the mud, had a girl fuck the plug
I put numbers on the board, this is not for no awards
I get money, that’s enough
If I get him, that’s a plus
Handle business is a must
Get hurt feelings when you trust
Came from prison, didn’t have nothin’
Ran it up a couple months
Bustdown Patek came from Thug
Boy, you know, that’s real love
I ain’t never changin’ up, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
If I like you, you lucky
I’ma change your whole life like it’s nothing
Girl, I know not to stall when you come in
I be busy, I’m not in my comments
I be playin’ with that fire like I’m John Wick
Don’t be walkin’ up on me
I’ll be ballin’ ’til 2040, I promise, I’m not for the moment
I be killin’ that shit when I get there and wake up
And kill it again in the morning
I be chillin’, but trust me, I handle the business
When it’s to get it, I zone in
I’m the same way if I’m with fifty niggas who be killin’ or I’m by my lonely
I be laughin’ a lot but I’m gettin’ confused
In the blink of the eye, I click
Ain’t ever gon’ switch

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Switch for what? I give you everything you want
Bitch, for what? (Let’s get it)
I call bitch right out the blue when I’m off this Perc’ like, “Get this nut” (Bitch, get this nut)
If you play with my name, I’m gettin’ you touched
Two-hundred a show, not feelin’ enough (Feelin’ enough)
I like switches, they take fifties, a nigga like me hate fillin’ ’em up (Ch-chic, boom)
I don’t talk much, nigga like me gon’ get that cash, I’m gettin’ you touched (Gettin’ you touched)
Molly, Percocet, mask on, no, it’s off, don’t give no fuck
I pay rent to lawyers, got the Lamb’ truck cash
I can’t rent no Goyard
Growers call growers for that weed, just to fill this order (Gang)
I know bitches act like they know Baby, so they feel important (Let’s get it)
I know niggas pay niggas for safety, so they get extorted (Pussy)
I got shooters, take off half the city, I just get them Jordans (Boom, boom, boom)
Rather send off all these goofies ’round me, just not none of my shorties
My foot on the gas (Skrrt), I’m on they ass turnt
My homie just died off a bad Perc’
I’m lucky, you lucky, just ask Smurk
Put an opp inside a wood first
You suck it good, you get a good purse
Twenty-million, I was in the trenches, I just stand on business
I’m the voice, can’t give out a bad verse

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
If I like you, you lucky
I’ma change your whole life like it’s nothing
Girl, I know not to stall when you come in
I be busy, I’m not in my comments
I be playin’ with that fire like I’m John Wick
Don’t be walkin’ up on me
I’ll be ballin’ ’til 2040, I promise, I’m not for the moment
I be killin’ that shit when I get there and wake up
And kill it again in the morning
I be chillin’, but trust me, I handle the business
When it’s to get it, I zone in
I’m the same way if I’m with fifty niggas who be killin’ or I’m by my lonely
I be laughin’ a lot but I’m gettin’ confused
In the blink of the eye, I click
Ain’t ever gon’ switch

T-Pain & Kehlani – I Like Dat Lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain]
Boo, boo
Ooh, ooh
(Ooh, DJ Montay)
(Ooh, [?] that’s fire)

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
She always ride with the top down
Even when it’s cold outside (Even when it’s cold outside)
Ooh, she got the keys to the boutiques (No)
She don’t do 9 to 5
Hundred thousand viewers on her IG live (Oh)
Huh (Huh), she do it (Do it)
Make a toast to it
You ain’t never heard of that and the Birkin bag stupid
You ain’t never heard her brag or say that she goin’ through it
I just wanna tap it, tap it, boop, boop it one times
Ooh (Ooh), just give me one night, I can make her mine
‘Cause I know she donе came a long way

[Refrain: T-Pain]
She don’t want drinks no more if you ain’t bringin’ no dough to thе table
Ooh, ooh, you know that your bank account big, come back on a weekend, you ain’t able
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, she gon’ be like, “I got it,” pull a thousand dollars out her side pocket
Ooh that lil’ bit of drank you tried to buy, stop it
Bottles on me, the cork look like a skyrocket, pop it

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t pay for nothin’, she just get paid
Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like that
She don’t even need me to try
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the ‘Rari with the roof up
Ooh, ooh-ooh, I’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (Ooh yeah)
I like that, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’

[Post-Chorus: T-Pain]
Drank
She got money in the bank
What you think ’bout that?
She know she fly, she stuntin’ (Ooh)
She gon’ buss it (Ooh)
What you think ’bout that?

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Every band I’m throwin’ on stage, I got in my name, all that
And I ain’t throwin’ twenties or tens, I’m out here paying rent and all that
And I-I-I could get the Dom but I’ma get the Ace (A-Ace)
Just to run it up and see everybody face (Fa-face)
When they bring the check so I can sign my name
I might have to face all that
Now tell the valet bring my foreign to front, yeah, yeah
I’m gettin’ in solo, I got it solo
Let the cameras hit my diamonds cuts, yeah, yeah
I got them rocks solo, I got it solo
It’s real bossed up, fly shit
I ain’t the passenger, I’m the pilot
You could hop in but you ain’t drivin’
And all I need is somebody to ride with
‘Cause I’m a go getta, oh-oh (I’ma go, say I’ma go)
Type of girl that got you ’cause I want you, not ’cause I need you
No, I don’t need you

[Chorus: T-Pain & Kehlani, T-Pain]
Boo, boo
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t pay for nothin’, she just get paid
Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like that
She don’t even need me to try
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the Rari with the roof up
Ooh, ooh-ooh, I’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (Ooh yeah)
I like that, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’

[Post-Chorus: T-Pain & with Kehlani]
Drank
She got money in the bank
What you think ’bout that?
She know she fly, she stuntin’ (Ooh)
She gon’ buss it (Ooh)
What you think ’bout that?

[Refrain: T-Pain]
She don’t want drinks no more if you ain’t bringin’ no dough to the table
Ooh, ooh, you know that your bank account big, come back on a weekend, you ain’t able
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, she gon’ be like, “I got it,” pull a thousand dollars out her side pocket
Ooh that lil’ bit of drank you tried to buy, stop it
Bottles on me, the cork look like a skyrocket, pop it

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t pay for nothin’, she just get paid
Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like that
She don’t even need me to try
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the ‘Rari with the roof up
Ooh, ooh-ooh, I’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (Ooh yeah)
I like that, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’

[Post-Chorus: T-Pain]
Drank
She got money in the bank
What you think ’bout that?
She know she fly, she stuntin’ (Ooh)
She gon’ buss it (Ooh)
What you think ’bout that?

T-Pain & Kehlani – I Like Dat

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
She always ride with the top down
Even when it’s cold outside (Even when it’s cold outside)
Ooh, she got the keys to the boutiques (No)
She don’t do 9 to 5
Hundred thousand viewers on her IG live (Oh)
Huh (Huh), she do it (Do it)
Make a toast to it
You ain’t never heard of that and the Birkin bag stupid
You ain’t never heard her brag or say that she goin’ through it
I just wanna tap it, tap it, boop, boop it one time
Ooh (Ooh), just give me one night, I can make her mine
‘Cause I know she one camе a long way

[Refrain: T-Pain]
She don’t want drinks no more if you ain’t bringin’ no dough to the tablе
Ooh, ooh, you know that your bank account big, come back on a weekend, you ain’t able
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, she gon’ be like, “I got it,” pull a thousand dollars out her side pocket
Ooh that lil’ bit of drank you tried to buy, stop it
Bottles on me, the cork look like a skyrocket, pop it

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t pay for nothin’, she just get paid
Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like dat
She don’t even need me to try
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the ‘Rari with the roof up
Ooh, ooh-ooh, I’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (Ooh yeah)
I like dat, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’

[Post-Chorus: T-Pain]
Drank
She got money in the bank
What you think ’bout dat?
She know she fly, she stuntin’ (Ooh)
She gon’ buss it (Ooh)
What you think ’bout dat?

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Every band I’m throwin’ on stage, I got in my name, all that
And I ain’t throwin’ twenties/20’s or tens/10’s, I’m out here paying rent and all that
And I-I-I could get the Dom but I’ma get the Ace (A-Ace)
Just to run it up and see everybody face (Fa-face)
When they bring the check so I can sign my name
I might have to face all that
Now tell the valet bring my foreign to front, yeah, yeah
I’m gettin’ in solo, I got it solo
Let the cameras hit my diamonds cuts, yeah, yeah
I got them rocks solo, I got it solo
It’s real bossed up, fly shit
I ain’t the passenger, I’m the pilot
You could hop in but you ain’t drivin’
And all I need is somebody to ride with
‘Cause I’m a go getta, oh-oh (I’ma go, say I’ma go)
Type of girl that got you ’cause I want you, not ’cause I need you
No, I don’t need you

[Chorus: T-Pain & Kehlani, T-Pain]
Boo, boo
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t pay for nothin’, she just get paid
Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like dat
She don’t even need me to try
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the Rari with the roof up
Ooh, ooh-ooh, I’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (Ooh yeah)
I like dat, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’

[Post-Chorus: T-Pain & with Kehlani]
Drank
She got money in the bank
What you think ’bout dat?
She know she fly, she stuntin’ (Ooh)
She gon’ buss it (Ooh)
What you think ’bout dat?

[Refrain: T-Pain]
She don’t want drinks no more if you ain’t bringin’ no dough to the table
Ooh, ooh, you know that your bank account big, come back on a weekend, you ain’t able
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, she gon’ be like, “I got it,” pull a thousand dollars out her side pocket
Ooh that lil’ bit of drank you tried to buy, stop it
Bottles on me, the cork look like a skyrocket, pop it

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t want the drink, she want the rent paid
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don’t pay for nothin’, she just get paid
Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like dat
She don’t even need me to try
Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the ‘Rari with the roof up
Ooh, ooh-ooh, I’m just buying drank, she doin’ too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (Ooh yeah)
I like dat, she don’t even need me to buy her nothin’

[Post-Chorus: T-Pain]
Drank
She got money in the bank
What you think ’bout dat?
She know she fly, she stuntin’ (Ooh)
She gon’ buss it (Ooh)
What you think ’bout dat?

Lil Yachty – Never Did Coke Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, SAV killed it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Right this way, right this way)
Yeah, I got this nigga on this Detroit shit, man (Go on, take your seats, take your seats, go on, take your seats)
When am I gonna start the show? Hah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
My allergies fuckin’ up but my bitches ain’t
I just bought a crib, next to mine, bought a shark tank
I turned the clear colored pop to dark pink (Wock’)
I might turn the top of my crib to a skatin’ rink (Ooh)
I might break a bitch and her friends for double Cs (Yes)
Rap niggas been gettin’ money, but not like me
I rolled up in six black Benzes like Eazy-E (Ew)
Bitches always sleazy ’cause they nosy, get out my B
Said I’m in love with many bitches, but not like Rih’
Niggas hate we gettin’ riches, they can suck my D
11:11, go make your wishes, me and Swae top three
And we not three
Bitch said I’m livin’ like a wizard, this ain’t D.C
I hate catfishin’, I wanna fuck what I saw on IG
I told this bitch, “We’re just friends,” it’s like Biz Markie (Damn)
Woulda thought I had a nose ring ’cause all eyes is on me

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
I ain’t even pressed
I already fucked, put the Ms in the check
I’m already up
My big bros be psychos, they already nuts (Nuts)
There’s plenty love to go around, all the money get touched (Touched)
I’m a first-class nigga, I can’t settle for less (Less)
Fucked her friends off a, “Hello,” as soon as we met (Ayy)
I ain’t dogged the bitch out ’cause she wasn’t the type (Type)
But I had to tell, “I already found the love of my life” (Never)
Empty out a bag like I normally do (I do)
I could put you in the clip like I’m makin’ a movie (Damn)
I’m so stiff on the bitch, had to call a masseuse
Teacher always hated me ’cause I was breakin’ the rules (Ooh)
That’s a jump ball, she gon’ fuck me on the spot
She turn your phone off, your nigga in his PJs, I’m a robot
Put a chip in his brain, I’m a big dawg
When I flex, I got gains (Trap, trap)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
You got Benzes, I got Benzes, but it ain’t the same
‘Bout a two hunnid thousand dollar difference, we in different lanes (Skrrt)
Me and my niggas fuck on bitches when we feel pain (Yeah)
We don’t pop pills when we hurt, you niggas lame (Pussy, hahaha)
You niggas weird (Pussy)
Promise anything happened that night, I wasn’t there
Anything that don’t involve my money, I never care
Tryna grow a whole carat garden in both my ears
My bitch got my name engraved in both my spirits (What?)
Looked at her kinda crazy, she must think I’m hunting some deer
Everything that come out his mouth fake, he must have veneers
You ain’t been the same since you lost your boss just like the Cavaliers
(Go) I’m a real problem
Can’t be solved, just like world hunger, get them boys off ’em
Fucked his bitch, put my pants on backwards, had to Kris Kross ’em
We get it though, one shot to the throat, he better play possum (Boom)
These niggas know us
Niggas not tough, puttin’ on a damn act, you a store runner
I’m a hoe hunter, I ain’t no goon, I got real shooters
Real rims and real Hoovers that don’t play on computers

[Verse 4: Swae Lee]
I been doin’ this rap shit so long, I might retire (Might retire)
Wrappin’ up this shit like I’m tired (Like I’m tired)
Hunnid thousand dollar watch from different suppliers
Niggas goin’ through what they gotta do just to provide
Ask about me, any city, they say I’m that guy (That guy)
I did county, any Euros, I’m worldwide (Worldwide)
Top of that buildin’, smokin’ certified (Certified)
I didn’t put a baby in that bitch but I fertilized
Diamonds underwater (Ooh), I just had to let ’em soak (Soak)
I’m like E-40, man, just tell me when to go (Go)
Security had the shotty, he ain’t even need the scope (Scope)
Pourin’ out the drank, never once did the drugs or coke

Digga D – Toxic Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Ayo, Trinz)
Look, yo

[Verse 1]
You get it? ‘Cause I don’t (Nope)
Would you hit it? ‘Cause I won’t (Nope)
Whole heap of gyal on my iPhone
Influencers that wanna suck my bone
I do it for all of the niggas that DM these bitches, and get left on read (Don’t worry)
This blue tick make it easy to hit but more time I just get head (Brain)
She wasn’t there when I was in jail, she never sent me no mail (Nope)
More time it’s footballer dick that she taking but she love the rappers as well (Rap)
I bucked her in tape, I bucked her in pong, if only if you knew what these models are on (Yeah)
The second that man got recalled, all of these models was gone (Dickhead)
She at my table leeching, takin’ snaps and tryna get me in (‘Lowe it)
About 1942, your chest too high, is that how you’re feeling?
Won’t get more than a Magnum and a Magnum for this beating (Yeah)
Ask if me and Shar speaking, it don’t make sense ’cause you’re still on jeeting

[Chorus]
She said that she seen me on UK Gossip
Cool, we established I’m toxic (Yeah, yeah)
But back to the topic, I know you still wanna slop it (Brain, brain)
The Shade Borough ain’t helping shit but I bet you a jib that I’m still gonna chop it
She said I should cut all my bachelor ways ’cause I’m adding a case to my count, I should stop it
She said that she seen me on UK Gossip
Cool, we established I’m toxic (Toxic, toxic)
But back to the topic, I know you still wanna slop it (Neck it, neck it)
The Shade Borough ain’t helping shit but I bet you a jib that I’m still gonna chop it
She said I should cut all my bachelor ways ’cause I’m adding a case to my count, I should stop it

[Verse 2]
Before I get used by a bitch (Bitch)
I’d rather wank my dick (Wank my dick)
I ain’t going out wrong for a trick (Nope)
I’d rather go brothel and hit
I’m a dog, and what? (Yeah)
You go Dubai and suck dick, you’re a thot (Hoe)
But I ain’t got a problem with that (Nope)
I love thots, wanna fuck with a yat
This little bitch said she wan’ be a WAG (WAG)
She getting fucked in the back of the Wag (Of the Wagon)
She see man countin’ bands (Bands)
And want ask badman for a bag
Want ask badman for a purse
Want ask badman for some shoes
Want ask badman to eat cooch
But that’s not what a badman do (Never)
And she don’t got only man (Nope)
She only got OnlyFans (Hoe)
She wanna wear Rollies and (Yeah?)
Cartier bracelets, but fam (Yeah?)
She don’t wanna go work, she’s wotless
Rather go on IG and get topless
The gyal of today need to stop this (Stop)
Cah that behaviour’s just toxic

[Chorus]
She said that she seen me on UK Gossip
Cool, we established I’m toxic
But back to the topic, I know you still wanna slop it
The Shade Borough ain’t helping shit but I bet you a jib that I’m still gonna chop it
She said I should cut all my bachelor ways ’cause I’m adding a case to my count, I should stop it
She said that she seen me on UK Gossip
Cool, we established I’m toxic
But back to the topic, I know you still wanna slop it
The Shade Borough ain’t helping shit but I bet you a jib that I’m still gonna chop it
She said I should cut all my bachelor ways ’cause I’m adding a case to my count, I should stop it

[Outro]
(Ayo, Trinz)

Wale – Flawed Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Everybody, everybody
Telling me I don’t need you, that I don’t need you no more
Everybody, everybody
Telling me I don’t need you, that I don’t need you no more

[Chorus: Wale, Wale & Gunna]
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Ain’t nobody God, God, God, God, God
(That I don’t need you no more)
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Ain’t nobody God, God, God, God, God
(That I don’t need you no more)

[Verse 1: Wale]
(Look, yeah, look-look, yeah, okay)
A lot of red Solos in back of the crib, SoHo
A lot of ’em is humble, a lot of ’em go Sunoco
Gassed off the likes, advice is not important
I still pray for your life, dеspite I’m not a part of it
I ain’t ’bout this industry, but this shit be important
And I ain’t in your comments, your IG look so еxhausting
Had a premonition, you probably would switch up on me
The fire conversations, I miss ’em, so now I’m salty
Still want you, shine, there’s haters on your mind
There’s strangers in your circle, there’s angels by your side
I hate to say you changed, you hate to say I’ve not
But fame run up and down, fame is suicide
I could never hate you
You cool with everybody, guess I’m everybody too
Still I’m thankful that God made you
We had a great run, now go run away, it’s cool

[Chorus: Wale, Wale & Gunna]
‘Cause everybody flawed, I could never need you
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Ain’t nobody God, God, God, God, God
(That I don’t need you no more)
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Ain’t nobody God, God, God, God, God
(That I don’t need you no more)

[Verse 2: Gunna, Wale, Gunna & Wale, Young Thug]
Everybody flawed, it ain’t hard to see through
She accept my flaws and say, “Bae, I need you”
Went against the odds, now it’s silver teaspoons
When I had it hard (La, la, la, la, uh)
Can’t come between my dawgs, tighter than supreme glue
Bitch, you fuckin’ with my dawgs, leavin’ me with loose screws
Break your back against the wall, have you screamin’, “Ooh, ooh”
I’ma fuck that pussy hard, hard, hard (Hard, hard)
I bought you a pair of titties like a pair of new shoes
You left your old nigga, now your life look brand new
Your pussy like an engine, I hope it ain’t ran through
I couldn’t see me house-wifin’ you
And now it’s time to part, apart
Never thought you played the part (Uh)
Ain’t nobody God, God, God, God, God
(Ain’t nobody, God, God, God, God, God)
[Chorus: Wale, Wale & Gunna, Young Thug]
‘Cause everybody flawed, I could never need you
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Ain’t nobody God, God, God, God, God

(That I don’t need you no more)
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Everybody flawed, I could never need you
Ain’t nobody God, God, God, God, God
(Ain’t nobody)

[Outro: Young Thug, Wale, Gunna]
Yeah, and I’ma charge ’em like a Dodge, I been making bars
Throw off the lock, and I’ll show off hard
All these bad, bad boys will come and pull your card
I’m the man, on God, okay with no facade
And you mad, you shoulda seen’t you
Hahaha, bitch, I’m crackin’ like shit
He’s hilarious

KSI – Really Love Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Craig David]
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine, oh

[Verse 1: KSI & Craig David]
Got a lot of time for the one that I’m watching
Amazon Prime if you wanna get something
No valentine but my heartbeat pumpin’ (umpin’, pumpin’)
(Tryna make you mine)
Now the room poppin’
Got plenty views if you hang around me
So many hearts if you see the IG
Stung many timеs by the people that I ratе
That my record look great like Muhammad Ali
I’m tryna go, I’m tryna get wavy
On holiday, I’m wanting this daily
Man’s bait when he’s wearing that paisley
Still great coz my living now pays me
Don’t cook but my chef like Ainsley
No look ting when I’m shooting my babies
Top striker, I’m hardly missing
New car so we need to christen, listen
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[Chorus: Craig David]
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine, oh

[Verse 2: KSI & Craig David]
Obsessed with the fitness
That booty got me moving with the stiffness
Praying that I finally get to hit this
(Tryna make you mine, oh)
Wrecking my balls, Miley
Making a storm, Kylie
Showing the fans I’m the only
Then clocking the wrist with the timing
Doing it bless, doing it easy
Doing it best, doing it genie
I got the juice and I’ll give you the world
Granting your wishes and doing it well
Let me know when you get freaky
Wanna see E.T.? Give you my number to bell
I got so many to choose
Which one you want? ‘Cause I’m smitten it under your spell

[Bridge: Craig David]
Tryna hold it down but enough’s enough
I ain’t really used to this thing called love
But I ain’t afraid to admit I’m feeling so vulnerable
So whatever you decide, let me know what’s the vibe
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine, oh

[Chorus: Craig David]
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine
Is it really love? Is it all in my mind?
Is it crazy I think of you all of the time, baby?
Is it really love? Can you give me a sign?
‘Cause I’m losing my head tryna make you mine, oh

Ty Dolla $ign – Nothing Like Your Exes Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 1]
See that you pull up alone (Up alone)
All in the club with no panties on (Panties on)
You ain’t gotta check your phone
He don’t know what he got at home
We both know that he a clown
Tell by how you walking’ that he don’t dick you down
Don’t you hear my talkin’, baby?
Love me now, I go crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I can put you in your dream house (House), stylin’ (Stylin’, ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain’t your boyfriend, you just vibin’
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain’t nothin’
[Chorus]
Nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 2]
Tell ’em you ain’t get the message
Say you in the hills and there ain’t no reception
Funny how you got him stressin’
IG post got the nigga pressured
Usually I don’t save these hoes
But tonight I’m a hero
Hit it ’til you dozin’ off
Got you wakin’ up

[Pre-Chorus]
In the big ass dream house (House), stylin’ (Stylin’, ooh, yeah)
Now you say he ain’t your boyfriend, you just vibin’
I can put you in an AP, keep you in a CC (Keep you in a CC)
Flowers on your necklace (Ooh, yeah), in Waikiki
Girl, I ain’t nothin’

[Chorus]
Nothin’ like your exes (Exes), nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, oh)
He ain’t tell you that you sexy (Sexy), lock it down if you let me
I’m nothin’ like your exes (Your exes), ooh, yeah
Nothin’ like your exes, nothin’ like your exes (Ooh, yeah)
[Outro]
Nothin’ like your—, nothin’ like your exes, ooh-oh
He ain’t tell you that you sexy, lock it down-lock it down
Nothin’ like your—, nothin’ like your exes
He ain’t tell you that you sexy

Ty Dolla $ign – Double R Lyrics

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[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, yeah
(Damn, James)
(Off to Neverland)
Ooh-yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I was deep, I was deep in it
She see the stars, she see the stars in
I got a freak, I got a freak, yeah
I had to park, had to park my shit
Say that man a broke boy, I’m the opposite
Staring in the mirror, she a narcissist
I got hitters with me, they like popping shit
I got red bottoms with the ostrich
Getting toppy in the Dawn
I’m on my boss shit, told that ho don’t gossip
Maybach getting top in the Dawn
Yeah, I’m on my boss shit, told that bitch don’t gossip, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I was laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
She said she want a rockstar, yeah
She wanna be a popstar, yeah
Folded in the double R, yeah
Rich sex in the double R
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Do the dash in the Lamb’, got her busting on my seats
Get my pants out the mail, I don’t usually wear a crease
Caught a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed
You won’t catch a nigga broke if he standing by me
I done fucked majority of the models off of IG
And I need some Percocets, yes, just like caffeine
I done took a fuckin’ jet, I ain’t bring an ID
She ain’t fuck-you-when-she-met-you type, she can’t come ’round me
Prada shoes ’cause she proud of me
Lot of blues like I’m bangin’ C
Blow my phone up getting head, I let it ring
Baguettey daddy, baguettey the wedding ring
Gotta go and chase a check, bitch, that is my job
I be laughing to the bank, all blues, haha
Give you head (Nah-nah), give you bread (Nah, nah)
See, I don’t do that in my car

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
Laid back getting neck in the double R
I was laid back getting neck in the double R, yeah
She said she want a rockstar, yeah
She wanna be a popstar, yeah
Folded in the double R, yeah
Rich sex in the double R

Ty Dolla $ign – Freak Lyrics

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[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Damn, James
Bluey, why you do it to ’em?
Hm (Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign), ayy

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a freak (I got a freak), I got a freak, uh (Freak)
I got a freak, uh (Freak), I got a freak (Freak-freak)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Freak, okay)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Ooh, okay)
I got Malaysian freaks (Freaks), Asian freaks (Freaks)
I got Spanish freaks (Freaks), she a masterpiece (Ooh, yeah), huh
I got Brazilian, I got Australian, yeah (Aw, yeah)
I got a Amazon, I gotta have ’em all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Look at my black queen (Bet)
Look at her back, so lean (Yes), roll my gasoline (Let’s go)
Yeah, uh, she don’t like my white bitch (Bitch)
Say I act too light-skinned (Yeah), Dolla, don’t be trifling (Let’s go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m dirty in the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, yeah), in bed, she a freak
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, yeah), kiss my feet (Let’s go), uh
Take this meat, mm, make this skeet (Let’s go, let’s go)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a freak (I got a freak), I got a freak, uh (Freak)
I got a freak, uh (Freak), I got a freak (Freak-freak)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Freak, okay)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Ooh, okay)
I got Malaysian freaks (Freaks), Asian freaks (Freaks)
I got Spanish freaks (Freaks), she a masterpiece (Ooh, yeah), huh
I got Brazilian, I got Australian, yeah (Aw, yeah)
I got a Amazon, I gotta have ’em all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
I got a freak, she nasty, classy, no, she not a Kardashian (No way)
Broke nigga, she passing up the fashion, she wanna live in a mansion (Skrrt)
I got a freak with no panties, dangerous, she take it off when she dancing (Dangerous)
I’m throwing it up, all of these singles, she gonna know where the bag is (Uh)
I’m tryna up your status (Woo)
Freaky lil’ bitch, she married (Freaky)
Freaky lil’ bitch like sharin’ (Bad)
They got matching tattoos, they pairin’ (Uh)
On a million, I don’t wanna get in there (Get in there)
I pull up with drip, get your swimwear (Drip)
Got vibes, no thots, just Tinders (Fires)
This bitch so cold, named Winter (Cold)
Model freak, just a beginner
On the IG, she a lowkey winner (Ooh)
Big racks, I’m not a pretender (Racks)
Bring ’em out, put the freaks in a blender (Bring ’em out)
Pull up with the gang, gon’ spend ’em
Lil’ freaky lil’ bitches in ’em (Freaky)
I count up one, two, three, four, five, shit, fuck it, bring ten of ’em

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a freak (I got a freak), I got a freak, uh (Freak)
I got a freak, uh (Freak), I got a freak (Freak-freak)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Freak, okay)
I got a freak (Freak, freak), I got a freak (Ooh, okay)
I got Malaysian freaks (Freaks), Asian freaks (Freaks)
I got Spanish freaks (Freaks), she a masterpiece (Ooh, yeah), huh
I got Brazilian, I got Australian, yeah (Aw, yeah)
I got a Amazon, I gotta have ’em all (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Makin’ love to me, two girls makin’ love to me (Love to me)
I just parked this double-R on them back streets (Streets)
She just made it disappear in the back seat (Ooh, yeah)
They all smell like— (My hands smell like weed)

Gucci Mane – Step Out Lyrics

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[Intro: Foogiano]
Zaytoven
Ho, ho, yeah
When I’m flexin’ on all this money, you can’t rubberband me
When I step out, you know I got these diamonds dancin’
Know I got these diamonds dancin’

[Verse 1: Future]
I jump in a party, bitch, you know I’m flyer than Michael Jordan
VVSs diamonds lightin’ up, these bitches goin’ retarded
I don’t post none of my dawgs on IG ’cause they play with murders, yeah (Murders)
I turned up my sidepiece and I’m fuckin’ her with my main bitch (Yeah)
Money and fame ain’t never changed me, still posted with gangsters
They done caught that boy sittin’ at the light, they wet him up and spanked him
Every single day we roll our blunt and smoke a opp up
The way they gunnin’ spinnin’ through, niggas might just call the cops up
Bringing 223 inside the party like a shotta
I been drankin’ syrup and I got herb like a rasta
Poppin’ dirty molly, call me up when you want that geek dick (Yah)
She was such a good girl, I turned her to a freak bitch (Hold up)

[Chorus: Foogiano]
When I step out, you know I got these diamonds dancin’
Yeah, I’m flexin’ on all this money, you can’t rubberband me
He get stretched out tryna reach, my nigga, you can’t have me
I was left out, now I step out, diamonds hit like taxis

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
My Richard Millie cost two milli’, just blinded somebody
I really keep a milli’ just in case I shot somebody
I took the whole Gucci store and put it in my closet
Like a walkin’ water fountain, it’s like I broke the faucet
Gucci Mane and ain’t nobody got more ice than me (Than me)
The step-out nigga ’cause my items cost a mil’ at least (Least)
I rep hard ’cause I know nobody can’t take shit from me (From me)
Get stretched out reaching for my piece and now you rest in peace (In peace)

[Chorus: Foogiano]
When I step out, you know I got these diamonds dancin’
Yeah, I’m flexin’ on all this money, you can’t rubberband me
He get stretched out tryna reach, my nigga, you can’t have me
I was left out, now I step out, diamonds hit like taxis

[Verse 3: Foogiano]
Step out, I got all the diamonds, that’s [just like/jet life] [?] [1:53] (Big bands)
Gettin’ tired of hatin’, yeah, a nigga should be exhausted (Ho, who?)
Yeah, I’m ridin’ through the hood dead fresh like a coffin
Bitch, I need a pool, diamonds wet as hell like a dolphin (Splash)
When I step out, all them bitches know that it’s the mil’ (It’s the mil’)
Backwood full of Zaza, I only smoke the greatest (Zaza)
And I keep a tool every day, not only on occasions
Drippin’ in designer, nigga, yeah, I only wear the latest (Drip, drip)
I was down bad at the bottom, now I’m on top (At the top)
If a nigga disrespect the mob, we gon’ pop your top (We gon’ pop your top)
[Wire/rob?] [?] [2:23] the plug, gettin’ it jumpin’, then set up shop (Then set up shop)
I was broke as hell, now I’m steppin’ out with a knot

[Chorus: Foogiano]
When I step out, you know I got these diamonds dancin’
Yeah, I’m flexin’ on all this money, you can’t rubberband me
He get stretched out tryna reach my nigga, you can’t have me
I was left out, now I step out, diamonds hit like taxis

Gucci Mane – Still Remember Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Yachty]
1209 Squeeze (Hah)
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
(Nah, yah, yah, yah)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
(Go) I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin’ (Go)
Said it was all good, but I was lyin’ (Lyin’)
Stood on my ten, and I did my time (My ten)
I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah)
I know what’s up with these guys (What’s up with these guys)
They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Ridin’)
Just by the watches I buy, and the jets that I fly (Brr)
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky (Woo)
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley ‘partments
Copped the Martel with some pennies (Yeah)
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam)
Dope I was whippin’, Mom tried to whip me (Skrrt)
She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?)
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes, I couldn’t fit it (My bro)
We still got evicted (Damn)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Car was so raggedy (Grr), it was embarrassin’ (Hmm)
It was impairin’, I’m blamin’ my parents (Guwop)
Rode [?] leans before the McLaren (That lean)
The hammer starin’ all down, Mane a terrorist (Skrrt, skrrt)
Did it myself, ain’t no blemish on my rep (Did it myself)
You can come see for yourself (Pow)
Watch where you step, mumblin’ under your breath
I hold a grudge to the death
Cut by myself, I don’t need nobody help (Nobody help)
I blaze you up like I’m chef (I don’t need nobody help)
Shoot to the M (Bow-bow-bow-bow), I shoot a hundred like Wilt
You keep a 30 like Steph (Grra, grra), you better duck
Mask on my face like I’m Rip, cash cover me like a quilt (Rippy)
I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip
You’d think my gun was a Crip (Flippa)
Drive-by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle, killers pullin’ up in all kinds (Bow)
Fourteen, fifteen, twelve-years-old, young nigga slangin’ 99 (Well, damn)
Young nigga stackin’ it proud, trappin’ it loud
He threw a stack in the crowd (Oh, shit)
I say they jackin’ my style, crackin’ a smile (Hahaha)
But I ain’t sold crack in a while (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got a biblical past (Huh?), digital dash
Scale with a digital dial (Skippy)
Really put dope in a vial (Really), here workin’ the towel
I put that shit on the Bible
Servin’ my cous’ outta town (Go, tree), they said I was devilish
‘Cause I wouldn’t go to revival (Tree)
Gucci Mane talk of the town
Now (Tree), when I touch down, I’m sellin’ a brick on arrival (Sorry)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin’ (Go)
Said it was all good, but I was lyin’ (Lyin’)
Stood on my ten, and I did my time (My ten)
I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah)
I know what’s up with these guys (What’s up with these guys)
They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Ridin’)
Just by the watches I buy, and the jets that I fly (Brr)
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky (Woo)
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley ‘partments
Copped the Martel with some pennies (Yeah)
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam)
Dope I was whippin’, Mom tried to whip me (Skrrt)
She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?)
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes, I couldn’t fit it (My bro)
We still got evicted (Damn)

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Remember them days (Days) I was stuck in the creek (Creek)
I had somewhere to sleep, but I didn’t have a bed
(Know I didn’t have me a bed)
Jumped off the porch, I wasn’t going for shit (Not shit)
Had to tackle the block just to get me some bread ([?])
I was the man of the house
Had to figure shit out every time pops went to the feds
(Every time he went to the feds)
If the dude found with no clip, I was bust in that bitch
I was constantly puttin’ one in the head (Constantly puttin’ one in the head)
Now we got choppas with lasers and beams
We three seven five one oh seventeen
Wop came and got me, this shit ain’t no dream
Big shots stay in Gucci like Shaq and Kareem
I got up and took it couldn’t wait on no blessings
Shakin’ them dice tryin’ to roll me a seven
They threw the police on me at eleven
I been ‘causing hell, quick to send you heaven
Couldn’t wait to wop, punch you out ’cause I’m ready
Might rob a rapper right after a session
Give me them keys and they watchin’ they necklace
I need them Cuban links and them baguettes
Ain’t no more postin’ on IG and flexin’
I’m the one rappin’ but steady be steppin’
I’m comin’ late in your dream like I’m Freddy
How you gon’ run from an automatic weapon?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I had to laugh, it kept me from crying
Said it was all good, but I was lying
Stood on my ten and I did my time
I done seen all these niggas switch sides
I know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguise
Dick riding’s at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the jets that I fly
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartments
Copped the Martel with some pennies
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings
Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me
She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit it
We still got evicted

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fuck ’em
2020

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Choose You Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Evergreen with the heat, yeah)
(James about that check, boy)

[Chorus]
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin’ alone, hopin’ I’d run into you
It hurts, wish I never said “I love you” first
I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?

[Verse 1]
Please don’t leave your nigga for Lil Top, oh (Don’t do it)
‘Cause that’s a snake and I won’t cherish her, no slime
I won’t be competin’ for my spot (I ain’t doin’ no competin’)
I know my worth, is you gon’ be with me or not?
Archive, achieve, please take back me
I’ve been payin’ all these hoes for them to not post me on IG
She be hidin’ that she a fan, she bump this music soon as I leave
Alright, learn it, so we can rap together, I just want you all for me
Out by one, trust get burned
Now get robbed ’bout it, oh, we ride off in the sun
Piss controllin’, I can’t hold it
Need you to hold me now, threw back again, overdosin’

[Chorus]
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin’ alone, hopin’ I’d run into you
It hurts, wish I never said “I love you” first
I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?

[Verse 2]
Bustdown, ring the bell, Audemars, plain Jane
What I’d do, all I can tell, I find out I ain’t your main thing
Where you at? Find your way home, bitch, stop playin’ games
So insecure you’re prolly cheatin’ with a real man
And I’m stressin’ ’cause…
I can’t give you what you need, money don’t mean anything
I don’t wanna get the law involved, motherfuck a wedding ring
We could hit the lot, buy matchin’ coupes, we’ll pull off together
My show in Denver next week, after Houston, we’ll pop out together

[Interlude]
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
Hey, it’s Kentrell, call back

[Chorus]
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin’ alone, hopin’ I’d run into you
It hurts, wish I never said “I love you” first
I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?

DaBaby – LIGHTSKIN SHIT Lyrics

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[Intro: DaBaby]
Uh, uh, uh-huh
Yeah (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
My bitch like a model
Word to genie, she shaped like a bottle
Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (Cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (Sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I’ll pop it (I’ll pop)
I’m a dog, I’ma shit on my last ho
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let’s go

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Light skin shit
She fuck with me, she turn into a light skin bitch (Uh, haa)
Family in our business on some hype man shit
She ain’t respondin’ to my text, she on some light skin shit, I don’t like that shit
Pull up with a new ho (Let’s go, skrrt)
Rip my photo, I went bought a two-door (Yeah)
When you out, we on liquor and Nuvo (Huh)
I’ma dog on the bitch, call me Kujo (Grrr, bitch, yeah)
I went, ran the score up (Uh)
Put my dick down her throat ’til she throw up (Throw up)
Hard to hide out in public, they know us
Picture’s viral before the shit go up (Pic)
Fuck is a pic to a rich nigga? (Nigga)
I’m havin’ my way with your bitch
The same bitch that was havin’ her way with a bitch nigga (Hahaha)
Niggas goin’ out sad ’bout these hoes, but me? Um

[Chorus: DaBaby]
My bitch like a model
Word to genie, she shaped like a bottle
Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (Cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (Sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I’ll pop it (I’ll pop)
I’m a dog, I’ma shit on my last ho
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let’s go

[Verse 2: Future]
My bitch in the trap with a mask on (Yeah)
I just flipped two dimes in the restroom (Let’s go)
Had the magazine tucked like a super goon (Baby)
Had to sweep the drug money with the broom (Woo)
Might cop the Chanel in the back-back (We did it)
I can buy the bales with the money in the backpack, yeah (We got it)
And Rolex, yeah
Almost went to Hell, that’s a big fact (Pluto)
I done cut up the wrist on my sleeve (I cut it)
Like I’m suicidal on the jet (Let’s go)
I done turnt your favorite to a pet (Turn up)
Check the hunnid milli presidents, it’s hard to fall off, I’m super relevant (I’m super)
On the billi dollar, killed the middle man tryna treat me like I’m not the trigger man
Got a real one and she reppin’ Taliban, gang (Yeah)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
My bitch like a model
Word to genie, she shaped like a bottle
Fuck a IG, she too fine to follow
Powerball, bitch, I just hit the Lotto (Cha-ching)
Tylenol, she too sick, call a doctor (Sick)
Fuck a pill, where that pussy? I’ll pop it (I’ll pop)
I’m a dog, I’ma shit on my last ho
All the pretty bitches need a asshole, let’s go