Tag: Rolls Royce

Westside Gunn – Draymond Lyrics

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Uh-huh, ayo, ayo
Ayo, check, ayo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
With the right, I shake a millionaire’s hand, with the left, I serve a junkie
Walked the line, a lavish life of crime, remember them times
I had a bunkie on the tear, now my signature a souvenir (Haha)
Bitches wanna hang, bringin’ me neck like I got nooses near (Uh)
My shit is hypnotic, when I spit it, they got stupid stares (Yeah, yeah)
Bought they lies quickly and minimize when the truth appear
They say this shit a gamblе, you live your life in casinos (What)
Death is at thе door, I shoot the reaper through the peep hole (Brrah, brrah, brrah)
I see no equal, I play the game on hard, dont need no cheat code (Nah)
It’s easier to scam then flip a kilo (Yeah)
Dirt all over the C-notes, keep the clean stack separate (Uh-uh)
For the record, I’m reckless, shit, natural scrap is effortless (Yeah)
Made the murder shit like a 38 specialist, what’s special is
I heard your new shit, I’m less than impressed with it (Shit trash)
All the fools under my shoe, I’m settin’ the precedent
They overdose, it’s fentanyl in the pills when they pressin’ it

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I had to split the cocaine pot like Roman Reigns (Ah)
Don’t get your chain popped, you know the name
You light as a raindrop, I’m on Biscayne, Rolls Royce, no top before the fame (Skrrt)
Two hundred with factory diamonds, three hundred for the plain (Ah)
You can never compare
Your shit wouldn’t add up, my mathematics is rare
Bob Backlund and Flair, MAC clappin’, beware (Brr, brr, brr)
Trash bag with the potatoes in the front, no air (Doot doot doot doot doot doot)
We praisin’ both, after every body, we raise a toast
To the one they hate the most, word to Allah, got the Wraith and Ghost
My shooter had to sniff an eighth of coke to cope
Shit hurt when you gotta put your family in the scope (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
I had to pray over the work (We had to pray over the bricks)
We was drownin’ in that water whip, niggas had to surf (Yeah)
To a kilo from the dirt (God)
Runnin’ from the RICO, I still had perico on my shirt
Eleven hundred for an ounce, twenty thousand for a verse, chopper made his shoulder jerk
Smell of money in the air on the fifteenth and the first
That bein’ broke shit was a curse, I done killed your favorite rapper
Got a body in the trunk, we bangin’ Esco in the hearse (We bangin’ Esco in the hearse)
She got the TEC inside the purse, the big Telfar, I used to sell hard
The Bally belt on, the yayo god
Used to owe the plug, I just pay him off
It’s what you do after the brick, bitch, I’m Draymond

NLE Choppa – Letter to My Daughter Lyrics

[Intro]
I said this shit might be the realest shit I ever wrote (Ayo, let me hear that KF)
Might be the realest shit I ever quote (You’re so lazy)
Yeah
Letter to my daughter (Yeah, yeah)
I’m just tryna be your father (Yeah)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
In the back of the Rolls Royce, you can’t enter with your shoes on
Finna cop a Rolls Royce car seat for my newborn
Baby girl, you’re blessed because I know some kids in group homе
Ain’t seen you since the week that you was born, miss you in my arms
Mom be on somе complicated shit so I don’t see you
She put the police on me, at the end of the day, it hurt you
Kinda hurt me too, never let life lessons break you
Evaluate the mistake and just wait on your breakthrough
All for you Clover, I turned over a new leaf
But I get the type of treatment that belong to a deadbeat
Know that God and the universe be workin’ for me
See you growing up from afar tends to scare me
Even though shit got rough, I’m still prayin’ for your mama
Hope you get the chance to see my grandpa and my grandma ‘Cause they getting kinda old, and grandpa been getting sick
So Mariah, if you hear this, can you please complete the wish?

[Chorus]
Please, no pity for a G
I know I got a daughter that I barely get to see
It haven’t been a couple hours, it’s been since the first week
And lately, I been losing sleep and it’s been hard for me to eat

[Verse 2]
Last time I tried to see you, went to jail on that same day
Fightin’ two felonies ’bout you and I got another case
If I shoot in the house that you in, take my breath away
I never put my hands on no woman, wasn’t raised that way
Ayy, I wanted a child, just to have something to live for
Now I’m dyin’, just to see you, something that I’d kill for
Tryna be a co-parent turned me into a no-parent
Feeling like I’m transparent, what I tell your grandparents?
I’d cut my feet off just to see your first steps
Bad enough I wasn’t in town to see your first breaths
Might not hear your first words and it’s hurtin’ me to death
Every time I try to do right, I get played to the left
Never take it for granted, shit like changing your Pampers
You’re nothing less than a goddess, you better not lower your standards
A nigga call your somethin’ else, bet I correct his grammar
Any question that you got, I promise, I got the answer
‘Nother nigga playing a role that I was given
A feeling she might be calling him daddy, got me the sickest, so I’m trippin’
If I slid on that boy and got the blicky, yeah, I’m trippin’
Gotta separate my pride from my feelings

[Chorus]
Please, no pity for a G
I know I got a daughter that I barely get to see
It haven’t been a couple hours, it’s been since the first week
And lately, I been losing sleep and it’s been hard for me to eat

[Verse 3]
I can’t really call it pain ’cause I know this shit a process
God give us challenges and see us make some progress
Ain’t nothing from this situation I can say I regret
Wouldn’t even hit a reset, learn something life ain’t teach yet
The walls start to close and this room gettin’ smaller
Laying in this room mama designed for my daughter
Playing this tune that I designed for the fathers that’s good fucking hearted, but distant from they toddler
Read books until you go to sleep
Wake up, cook you something to eat
Mold you to a baby G, just like your daddy
Hope that you remember me, ’cause Brylie, you my mini-me
Your mama my worst enemy, I’m praying she forgive a G
Tryin’ to put me on child support, all the child need is support
Would’ve gave you more than child support could ever afford
Long-term relationships from short-term greed
Just be careful what you pick when you the one that’s in need
Such a big miracle in such a little girl
Never let them break your spirit in this physical world
‘Cause you make the diamonds shine, more unique than a pearl
And I knew that you was mine from your smile and your curls

[Bridge]
Letter to my daughter
I’m just tryna be your father
Letter to my daughter

[Chorus]
Please, no pity for a G
I know I got a daughter that I barely get to see
It haven’t been a couple hours, it’s been since the first week
And lately, I been losing sleep and it’s been hard for me to eat
Please, no pity for a G
I know I got a daughter that I barely get to see
It haven’t been a couple hours, it’s been since the first week
And lately, I been losing sleep and it’s been hard for me to eat

[Outro]
They say Black fathers don’t matter, they say Black fathers don’t care
But more than anything, I’ll always be there
I love you

Shit crazy – Gucci Mane lyrics – Versuri Lyrics

Lyrics S**t crazy – Gucci Mane

S**t crazy lyrics
Man, this s**t crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ s**t on the daily
Lil’ b***h say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ b***h she gave me
Still trappin’ up out my flip,
wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I see these niggas hatin’, I ain’t losin’ sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon’ take care of me the way that I take care of me
Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain’t scarin’ me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Askin’ me, “Take care of it,”
I squash it if I pay the bill
I don’t play detective games, they play, no, I don’t play with them
I don’t freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism

Lil’ boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I’m like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it’s Shiesty, twins, we bait ’em and then play the n***a
But s**t get frenzy, twin F&N’s, stand on ten, I raised the n***a
Shootin’ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, n***a
Police keep on tasin’ niggas, one shot killed him, matched the n***a
Shiesty, that’s my Dirk Nowitzki, ain’t no way I’m tradin’, n***a
No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the n***a

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this s**t crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ s**t on the daily
Lil’ b***h say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ b***h she gave me
Still trappin’ up out my flip,
wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 2: BIG30]
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin’ posts, sendin’ threats and s**t, where I’m from, man, it’s snitchin’
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin’
Race to you with this choppa,
stand over you ’til you finished
My niggas ig’nant, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this s**t ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin’ and keep on spinnin’, we constantly be sendin’
Versuri-lyrics.info
Choppa Gang run the city

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this s**t crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder s**t ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ s**t on the daily
Lil’ b***h say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ b***h she gave me
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pagesss

Gucci Mane – Shit Crazy Lyrics

[Intro: BIG30 & Gucci Mane]
Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Ha

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I see these niggas hatin’, I ain’t losin’ sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon’ take care of me the way that I take care of me
Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain’t scarin’ me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Askin’ me, “Take care of it,” I squash it if I pay the bills
I don’t plan to take his gang to play, no, I don’t play with them
I don’t freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism
Lil’ boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I’m like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it’s Shiesty, twins, we bait ’em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N’s, stand on ten, I raised the nigga
Shootin’ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasin’ niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga
Shiesty, that’s my dawg, no [?], ain’t no way I’m tradin’, nigga
No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 2: BIG30]
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin’ posts, sendin’ threats and shit, where I’m from, man, it’s snitchin’
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin’
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you ’til you finished
My niggas icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin’ and keep on spinnin’, we constantly be sendin’
Choppa Gang run the city

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Territorial Lyrics

[Intro]
She say you my territorial
(Mano)
(OG Parker)

[Chorus]
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don’t wanna hurt me, that’s for all I know
You ask how I feel like I’m stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

[Verse 1]
I slang that thang for my main man
Let go this game for the love of my main thang
Find it funny how the fuck the ones preaching change, change
Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain
It’s hurtful to hurt somebody
Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain’t get what I deserved
30 round drac’ in a widebody
Leavе somebody’s son dead in the middlе of the road
T-O-X-I-C, money all I think
Real all real dreams
Chrome Hearted shades, gotta keep that manslaughter tucked up in my jeans
12 on the way, Redeye get away, they gon’ high speed chase
I ain’t gotta penetrate, that girl got some pace
She bust, I bust it back and put it all on her face
She tell me to don’t go, she know I’m gon’ leave
Before you know it I put all of my clothes on and I’m gone
But, you know I’m coming back, I call your mama house my home
I’m feeling like my mind poisoned and everything I’m thinking wrong

[Chorus]
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don’t wanna hurt me, that’s for all I know
You ask how I feel like I’m stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

[Verse 2]
They coming for mines
Tell ’em they ain’t frightening or scaring me, no
They just wanna hurt me, but they know one thing, that I’m riding with my pole
You got me there forever I’m with you, they ain’t give a fuck ’bout a nigga
I’m taking trips all alone and now that I want to be with ’em
She text my phone like, “I miss you” knowing that she fuck with a nigga
Soul fighting for me for the thug in me strictly been your intentions
I get mad in a minute, my heart deep up in it
We been doing this one year, they say it’s time to experience
Take a flight to explore, make sure I’m up the attendant
Before you wasted time and told a lie, you should’ve told me good riddance
Know it’s only me behind that tint when I slide
‘Cause she say she notice certain shit about my Rolls Royce
Guessing she don’t only notice it’s a dent in the side
Real double-R shit, I park it, switch it to my Rover

[Chorus]
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don’t wanna hurt me, that’s for all I know
You ask how I feel like I’m stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

[Outro]
I slang that thang for my main man
Let go this game for the love of my main thang
Find it funny how the fuck the ones preaching change, change
Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain
It’s hurtful to hurt somebody
Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain’t get what I deserved
30 round drac’ in a widebody
Leave somebody’s son dead in the middle of the road

Lil Yachty – Concrete Goonies Lyrics

[Intro]
I just seen a bitch in a car with the fake ceilin’
It’s fake stars in that shit (Enrgy made this one)
That is not a Rolls Royce, bitch, that’s still a GLE
That’s eighty thousand, my truck is four eighty

[Verse]
It’s crazy but it’s true, the diamonds look blue (It’s a big difference)
Lately, I been thinkin’ ’bout puttin’ my dick inside Kali Uchis (Bitch)
Asked a lot and turns out my bitch ex was a big doofus (Mm)
I might be on the mall or the corner tryna bang coochies
These bitches bodies fake as they bags, that’s not Gucci (Stop it)
I fucked and didn’t pay the bitch shit, nigga, go and sue me (Well, damn)
My hair black but I’m still red, this is not a new me (Brrt)
I walk up and bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie
Run the bitch down on my gang, now that ho a smoothie (Mm, yes)
I ain’t tell that ho to drink wine, that’s your favorite woozy (Us)
If I don’t fuck, then I don’t got time, send her to the boonies (Go)
Me and my niggas reckless as hell, concrete goonies (Us)
Yeah (Bitch), niggas know it us (Slatt)
That’s why they mean muggin’ in public ’cause they ho with us (Mm)
Send a bad bitch to the store to get some more for us (Mm)
Get her off a bean and I ask if she gon’ go for us (Damn)
Her nigga pulled up in a small forty, Sefolosha, huh (Hoo)
Where is my jeweler? (Go)
Two million in cash, I ain’t broke, I’ma say I’m somethin’ cooler (Yeah)
Cooler than her ex-boyfriend flexin’ his mula (Ice)
High school, lil’ nigga been lit, almost fucked my tutor
Hm, well I prolly had good (For real)
Seventh grade, I used to put weed inside a Swisher and Woods (Ooh)
And I don’t smoke no more, just get money for my Asian bitch (Mm)
She brings me overseas, just and I trade the bitch (Mm)
She tried to text too much, almost fade the bitch (What?)
She tried to text too much, I’ma mm, goo-goo
(Mm, hahaha, go, yeah) Went inside her shit
[?], then the M flew inside my bitch (Mm)
Team player, might buy the state fair, these niggas know it’s us (Yeah)
I don’t like how everybody player hate and on ho and us (Us)
And we out here, Concrete, doin’ it (Us)
They ain’t tryna fuck, kick her out, send her to the boonies (Boom)
Woke up, bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie (Mm)
My hair black, we still bang red, this is not the new me

[Outro]
Bitch
Mm, mm, mm

Lil Yachty – CORTEX Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Polishin’ a goddamn sword, you know what I’m sayin’?
Polishin’ a sword (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Concrete Family, Concrete Industries, Concrete Boys up, always, never down
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Always

[Verse 1]
Niggas is not really killers
I seen ’em shoot up, they treat beef like heroin (Uh, uh)
Everyone wanna be kings
But niggas too soft, see, me, I got pharaoh skin
We took the drive, needed Wock’ for the low
Had to do us a call in Carrollton (Damn)
My niggas quick to reassemble your wig
I nicknamed him Tae ’cause he arrogant (Brrt)
Nut in your bitch, make her carry my kids
Treat that lil’ bitch like a surrogate (Uh)
Bought a new crib ’cause I needed more space
I call my new shit a terabyte (Uh)
Only if niggas could see what I saw
Take a walk in my shoes, they’ll feel me (God)
Dawg, if the government knew what I knew publicly
Honestly, they’d kill me (Uh)

[Chorus]
Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)
We gettin’, p-paper, I’m in a, Maybach
Fuckin’ your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin’ a million, hm, niggas can’t fuck with the boys (Us)
Pullin’ up, new Rolls Royce
Bitch on moist, feelin’ my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
Niggas too noisy, they can’t hang around (Brr)
Keep shit simple like Jjjound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Us)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin’ like hoarders, hm

[Verse 2]
Ain’t nobody gon’ check me, hm
Two hunnid thousand, I spend on a neck piece
Fuck my opps, I’m deadly (Opps)
When I die, hope they put on my tombstone
“All I wanted was respect” (Yeah)
Concrete Boy Boat, I ain’t no hoe, and that’s on my set (Us)
Went from Buddy Pass to the first class
Then we hit them jets (Uh)
Took that F&N with them big bullets, put down T-Rex (Brrt)
This ain’t book club, this ain’t study session
Can I have some sex? (Uh)
I ain’t never pressed, ever, no, baby, there is too many hoes (Yeah)
I ain’t never content with my life, I got too many goals (Yuh)
I ain’t ever naked in no club, we got too many poles uh, hm
They don’t wanna cop no za, we got too many lows (Mh)
Out in LA with my little brother, we coppin’ too many bowls

[Chorus]
Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)
We gettin’, p-paper, I’m in a, Maybach
Fuckin’ your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin’ a million (Slatt), hm, niggas can’t fuck with the boys (Us)
Pullin’ up, new Rolls Royce
Bitch on moist, feelin’ my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
Niggas too noisy, they can’t hang around (Damn)
Keep shit simple like Jjjound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Free)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin’ like hoarders (Us, pussy)

[Outro]
Us, bitch
Went crazy
Damn

AJ Tracey – Summertime Shootout Lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy-ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: AJ Tracey & T-Pain]
If you wanna slide (Yeah, ayy), I got a Rolls Royce sittin’ outside
That’s all the time (Yeah)
Tryna provide (Yeah, ayy)
Twenty-fours, baby, I’m on the grind
That’s all the time
I’m not gon’ let no dumb temptations or irritations bring me down (Bring me down)
I won’t let no confrontations, complications, ruin it now

[Chorus: AJ Tracey & T-Pain, Both]
So do you (Just, just do you), just do you (Just do you)
If you won’t hold me down when I need you, do you (Just do you)
Do you (Just do you), just do you (Just do you)
If you won’t hold me down when I need you, do you

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Uh, take me in, take me in (Check)
The lessons by yours truly are about to begin (Let’s go)
God handed me an L, I took it right on the chin (On the chin)
Hit the canvas, got back up and now I’m hyped tryna swing (Facts)
If you love me like you say you do then let me see (Let me)
I got two cups I beg you come drink this Hennessy (Baby)
‘Cause I’ve been goin’ through it lately, I need energy (Yeah)
It’s stuck deep underwater like a sea anemone (Uh)
Since I got back up (Yeah), got my platinum plaque up (Facts)
I’ve been dunkin’ on these pussies, got my shaka taka up (Brrah)
I’ve been out there on my lonely, just a shank for backup (Bling)
So you can’t ever talk ’bout static, we’ll just have a man up (Never)
Check this chocolate Rollie, baby, this a factory set
I can still whip up a dinner if I had to reset
I praise the Lord for all He’s done, He ain’t abandoned me yet (Thank you)
I’m in the stu’, not on the block or with my hand on the TEC

[Pre-Chorus: AJ Tracey & T-Pain]
If you wanna slide (Yeah, ayy), I got a Rolls Royce sittin’ outside
That’s all the time
Tryna provide (Yeah, ayy)
Twenty-fours, baby, I’m on the grind
That’s all the time
I’m not gon’ let no dumb temptations or irritations bring me down (Bring me down)
I won’t let no confrontations, complications, ruin it now

[Chorus: AJ Tracey & T-Pain, Both]
Ooh, ooh, do you
So do you (Just, just do you), just do you (Just do you)
If you won’t hold me down when I need you, do you (Just do you)
Do you (Just do you), just do you (Just do you)
If you won’t hold me down when I need you, do you

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
Uh, check me out, check me out (Yo)
Through all these complications, I could never be in doubt (Yeah)
Man, I’ll figure it out, bro, I’m chippin’ it down
How can I complain it’s hot outside, there’s women in town (Haha)
Either swim or you drown
Need that mash, brodie’s bringin’ it ’round
This G-Trace with the limitless sound
I was searchin’ for an answer, baby, look what I found
Nowadays I’m the big dawg, I’m visitin’ pounds (I’m visitin’ pounds)
And know my niggas, I can’t stress it enough
With less than a milli to your name, homie, you ain’t pressurin’ us
We turn opponents into nothin’ but dust
I make this money off them losers, put it right into trust
The name West, we ball like Damian Duff
I’m with a model, feeling pretty like Italian crust
We told them piggys, “Free my niggas from cuffs
Let ’em out, it’s a must”
Until they’re home, I’m finna kick up a fuss

[Bridge: T-Pain]
Ooh, you know I need you
I’m eatin’ in the streets, I gotta feed you too
I be tryna lock my heart, you got the key, boo
Ooh, whatever you say, I be like, “Me too”
Me too, I need more
But I’m useless, what you need me for?
You went left for me at the detour
Just hold me down when I need you, do you

[Chorus: AJ Tracey & T-Pain, Both]
Do you, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
So do you (Just do you), just do you (Do you)
If you won’t hold me down when I need you, do you (Just do you)
Do you (Do you, ooh-ooh), just do you (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
If you won’t hold me down when I need you, do you

[Outro: T-Pain]
Do you, ooh, do you, ooh-ooh, ooh, do you, ooh-ooh, ooh
If you won’t hold me down when I need you
Just do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you
If you won’t hold me down when I need you, just do you

Iggy Azalea – Sip it feat Tyga

[Intro:]
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)
Got it on smash
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)
OG Parker

Fuck him on top, big boob, no trainin’ bra (Yeah)
Big boss bitch, I could get you a new car (Yeah)
Fuck him in them Saint Laurent heels, he said I’m too tall (Yeah)
Wanna wife me up, I go silent and say, “Ha-ha-ha”
Uber on the way, he said can he stay? (Stay)
Don’t pull in my garage, Rolls Royce in driveway (Way)
I don’t got no time though to beef on no vinyl
I’m countin’ my baggies, you hoes wanna be viral

Blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, Richard on my arm
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t leave me alone
Blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, hair thirty inches long
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam, ayy

Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Ha)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t lеave me alone
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy likе it’s Styrofoam (Yeah)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Yeah)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t leave me alone
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam

(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)
Sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)

Hold up, ayy
Fuck her from the back, I’m a dog, bitch, I’m too raw (Ayy)
Tom Ford drawers on my balls, bitches kiss the paws (Ayy)
I don’t dive in wet pussy, bitch, I cannonball (Splash)
I serve these hoes, no, bitch, I don’t play volleyball
Let’s play a game, cash or the fame? (Fame)
She fucked me good, she might get a chain (Chain)
I don’t got no time, ho
Let’s fuck now, leave tomorrow (Bitch)
Got a Birkin bag, hundred on a tag
Strippers poppin’ ass, throwin’ car notes (Woo)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, drop the fuckin’ top
Let me do my thing, make it rain on this fuckin’ thot
This is why I’m hot, in Miami, make that temper drop
Lick a lollipop, suck me dry ’til it’s not a drop (Bitch)

Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Ayy)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Yeah)
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t leave me alone
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam (Yeah)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Yeah)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t leave me alone
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam

(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)
Sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)

Iggy Azalea & Tyga – Sip It Lyrics

[Intro: Iggy Azalea]
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)
Got it on smash
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)
OG Parker

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Fuck him on top, big boob, no trainin’ bra (Yeah)
Big boss bitch, I could get you a new car (Yeah)
Fuck him in them Saint Laurent heels, he said I’m too tall (Yeah)
Wanna wife me up, I go silent and say, “Ha-ha-ha”
Uber on the way, he said can he stay? (Stay)
Don’t pull in my garage, Rolls Royce in driveway (Way)
I don’t got no time though to beef on no vinyl
I’m countin’ my baggies, you hoes wanna be viral

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, Richard on my arm
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t leave me alone
Blonde, blonde, blonde, blonde, hair thirty inches long
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam, ayy

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Ha)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t lеave me alone
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy likе it’s Styrofoam (Yeah)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Yeah)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t leave me alone
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam

[Post-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)
Sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Hold up, ayy
Fuck her from the back, I’m a dog, bitch, I’m too raw (Ayy)
Tom Ford drawers on my balls, bitches kiss the paws (Ayy)
I don’t dive in wet pussy, bitch, I cannonball (Splash)
I serve these hoes, no, bitch, I don’t play volleyball
Let’s play a game, cash or the fame? (Fame)
She fucked me good, she might get a chain (Chain)
I don’t got no time, ho
Let’s fuck now, leave tomorrow (Bitch)
Got a Birkin bag, hundred on a tag
Strippers poppin’ ass, throwin’ car notes (Woo)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, drop the fuckin’ top
Let me do my thing, make it rain on this fuckin’ thot
This is why I’m hot, in Miami, make that temper drop
Lick a lollipop, suck me dry ’til it’s not a drop (Bitch)

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Ayy)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Yeah)
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t leave me alone
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam (Yeah)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it (Yeah)
Sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip (Sip), sip it
Rappers in my phone, in my DM, won’t leave me alone
Boys on my dick, sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam

[Post-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)
Sip this pussy like it’s Styrofoam
(Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy)

DDG & OG Parker – Money Long Lyrics

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[Intro]
G. Ry got me
OG Parker

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 1: DDG]
(Boom, boom) Hit his legs watch him walk it out
You was playin’ tough, why the fuck you wanna talk it out?
I just caught a nigga lackin’ at The Waffle House
Niggas know I’m drippin’ hella stupid when I’m poppin’ out
Bad bitch, she gon’ throw it back for a bunch of clout
Nigga say he want some smoke, it ain’t shit to knock him out
Rolls Royce, Richard Millie, I already spent a mil’
I was already rich, I ain’t really need a deal
I’ma change her life if I put her in this video
Flew her first class, she like “Daddy, where we finna go?”
Made it out the hood, 248 to the 310
Niggas hatin’, sayin’ I wouldn’t make it, I’m like “Say no more,” bitch

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
Shake that ass, shake that bag, so you rad, huh? (You rad)
Look in the basement on the table, bring all five of them (Bring all them hoes)
Blew up his weap’, just keep the neck, ’cause bitch I’m divin’ in (Bitch)
Shot in the neck, came out the coma, you can die again
Judge say I can’t drive again, fuck I got these whips for?
Plug just sent me five, on my son, send me six more
Boy I travel with blunts, ’cause on my son, you can get smoked
Pass the weed, my nigga, pass the beans

[Verse 3: DDG]
I got this weed in my lungs and this shit dope
Don’t bring your bitch ’round me none, she gon’ get poked
She want a nigga with funds, but that bitch broke
Ain’t givin’ kisses with tongues, I’ll hit though
Humble as fuck, but I know that I’m lit though
I spent two mil’ on my crib, that ain’t shit though
I spent a million on whips, still rich though
I know they sleep, that’s okay, they can get woke, bitch

[Chorus: DDG]
Sayin’, “Free the guys,” ’til my homie home
Gotta keep a Glock, niggas hating ’cause my money long
I can’t tweak over thots, I got other hoes
Brodie servin’ fiends on the block with a runny nose
He got Wock’, he got lean in his double cup
I just hit the ‘sino for a band, watch I double up
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch fuck it up
I’ma send yo’ ass to Miami for a tummy tuck

[Verse 4: DDG]
Whole lot of hoes tryna get with me
Straight from the ‘Yak, but these foreign hoes feelin’ me
I be fuckin’ way too much, I’m out of energy
Or it’s from the gas, I be ballin’ at dispensaries
Broke niggas envy me, wanna put an end to me
Call me DDG, I’m not your bro, you ain’t no kin to me
Hit a nigga bitch and now I got her eyes rollin’ back
Made it out the ‘Yak, ain’t no fuckin’ way I’m goin’ back, bitch

Playboi Carti – Beno! Lyrics

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[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a fuck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfuckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

[Verse]
Whole lotta bands in this bitch (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta cash in this bitch (Yeah)
Hop on the motherfuckin’ plane (Yeah)
I just popped me a G6 (Yeah)
You know that I love to stay high (Yeah)
My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah)
She carry that shit, she gon’ ride (Yeah)
I fucked her then told her she mine (Yeah)
I’m really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don’t hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My bitch treat me like a God (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I’m riding ’round town with a ratchet bitch (Ayy)
She say, “Carti, you back on your ratchet shit” (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that nigga kicked out like I’m punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I’m going in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a fuck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherfuckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherfuckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t fuck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

O.T. Genasis – Take It Lyrics

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[Intro: O.T. Genasis]
Mario
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Lil’ bitty freak, that’s a ass on her
I’ma get money, spend cash on her
Stroke a nigga dick, I’ma blast on her
Scratchin’ them sheets like a rash on her
Lookin’ at my chain, it’s serious
Watch her eat the pussy, I’m curious
Eat it like a dog, I’m vicious
Your pussy so delicious
Bought a new wrist, I’ma ball with the bae
Ten with the hips, I’ma call her a eight
I’ma fuck a ho in the broad of the day
Put it in her mouth, now her jaw need to break
Ridin’ ’round town sippin’ [?] with the A
[?] a lil’ thick, but the shit don’t play
Take this meat, I got that steak
Birthday, birthday, got that cake

[Post-Chorus: O.T. Genasis]
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Take it, takе it, take it, take it
Bad lil’ ho got her rocks on
Nigga rеal sprung, got a lock on
Beat that pussy near the [?]
I’ma keep fuckin’ with my socks on
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Bad lil’ ho got her rocks on
Nigga real sprung, got a lock on
Beat that pussy near the [?]
I’ma keep fuckin’ with my socks on

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Yeah, hoo, pink slip and a pink bracelet
Black and white diamonds, fuck a racist
Rolls Royce stars, I’m talkin’ spaceships
Hundred dollar bills on the [?]
Broke ass nigga got no chips
Caught him with his bitch and got both capped
Miley Cyrus party, got coke here
Take it, take it, pornstar, naked
Made a movie, I was drunk
Had to tell lil’ mama, “Erase it”
Banquet, bankin’
Shawty wanna [?] me like naked
Crazy in the Phantom ’cause we cakin’
Feelin’ like a devil [?] snake bitch

[Chorus: O.T. Genasis]
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Bad lil’ ho got her rocks on
Nigga real sprung, got a lock on
Beat that pussy near the [?]
I’ma keep fuckin’ with my socks on
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Take it, take it, take it, take it
Bad lil’ ho got her rocks on
Nigga real sprung, got a lock on
Beat that pussy near the [?]
I’ma keep fuckin’ with my socks on

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Expect You Lyrics

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[Intro]
(DY Krazy)
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
Nights, I’m energized
Boppin’ with my head down, I’m [?] in my mind
And she know I won’t be with her but she wanna waste my time
I can’t hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I’m so slime
And she know I’m a real Don Dada
Check out how you do me
This feeling here ain’t right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the high pedal, know these bitches use me
I know that they gon’ love me at all they don’t approve me

[Chorus]
I expect you to be hеre for me
I expеct you to be there when I’m lonely
I can’t risk, how you ridin’ for me
Not impressed ’til you all up on me
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm

[Verse]
If I wanna came up, you won’t even hide her
She was a goblin and ain’t no one advise me
Your ass I keep it gutta, you can’t say you ever got me
I can drive and shoot this cutta you better buss, they pull on sight (Bah, bah)
I need, you to get that bag approved, get that Rolls Royce
Inside me, a cold heart, I don’t care ’bout what these hoes thought
Too many times, I move, been a victim of who can’t play they part
Played my cards and I push to start
Why you ain’t here? This one is hard
Always ridin’ alone, gon’ be the same when I leave
And this time I’m on, make me insane and I can’t be with them
Time out, calm down, I won’t do this with you
Lash out then I’m wrong, I ain’t paintin’ that picture
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm

[Pre-Chorus]
Nights, I’m energized
Boppin’ with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won’t be with her but she wanna waste my time
I can’t hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I’m so slime
And she know I’m a real Don Dada
Check out how you do me
This feeling here ain’t right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the high pedal, know these bitches use me
I know that they gon’ love me at all they don’t approve me

[Chorus]
I expect you to be here for me
I expect you to be there when I’m lonely
I can’t risk, how you ridin’ for me
Not impressed ’til you all up on me

Kodak Black – I Wanna Live Lyrics

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[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

[Verse 1]
I’m tryna run my money up, I’m tryna die slow
My uncle knew I was a star, he call my maestro
I’m blowin’ jet fuels pack, I’m blowin’ nitro
I’m tryna pull the roof back and live life though
I wanna peal off in the Coupe, like grapefruit
I ain’t fuckin’ with that ho’, that bitch disgraceful
She just want me to come and hit it, like I’m Babe Ruth
She just wanna come and eat me, like Baby Ruth

[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

[Verse 2]
I sacrifice, I risk my life, I love this shit, I do it twice
That boy just came back home from jail, he clutchin’ already
So many days, so many nights, I got a chop, I earned my stripes
I pour my soul out on the mic, I hope God hear me
I’m goin’ in, ain’t got no friends, I keep it all business
Can’t none of these bitches hold it down, but they all pretty
I’m tryna get up out the streets, I want a hundred milly
I want my diamonds on fleek, I’m tryna be litty

[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

T.I. – Pantone Blue Lyrics

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[Chorus: Alec Beretz]
Pantone Blue, when I’m with you
Off-White lies, black snake eyes
Tried so hard to make you a believer
To see you a little clearer
‘Cause you and I were made to live through more

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain’t been that dude
You got that fire on me, let’s get high
Wanted 3.5, I’ma bring back 2
I’m the exception, consider me the anomaly
No superstition, a superstar know astrology
I got a hunnid flows, for a hunnid beats
I want a hunnid mill’, but did you want a million?
Kept a hunnid thеn, keep it a hunnid still
Get on your ass, I don’t care nothing ’bout who you go and tell (So?)
I pray thеse haters never catch me like they [God got me?] (Ha)
Nigga behind the wall, I pray they let ya outta there (Forreal)
‘Specially you tell like they got you on a carousel (Forreal)
Tryna beat your cell like you playin’ solitaire (Damn)
When you needed help, they was never there
If you live or die, feel like they never cared
Meanwhile, I’m navigatin’ smooth, movin’ through the pandemic
God done made a believer out ya ass, now didn’t He?
Nigga, mind your business, shut down your business
Shut down New York in a New York minute, listen
Until your ambition feedin’ your fam, listen, don’t expect them to get your vision
[Refrain: T.I.]
When the shit bad live and you can’t come through
Got the Rolls Royce truck and the Phantom too
Both Pantone, Blue

[Chorus: Alec Beretz & T.I.]
Pantone Blue, when I’m with you (Haha, you dig?)
Off-White lies, black snake eyes
Tried so hard to make you a believer
To see you a little clearer
‘Cause you and I were made to live through more

[Verse 2: T.I]
In the city, shiftin’ gears in a six-speed
Bendin’ corners, ask like homie, “What the lick read?”
Muggin’ hard, he say, “Nothin’,” lookin’ mischievous
Show it to ’em but don’t let his smile mislead ya
Okay now, ain’t nobody around, can’t no one save ya
If we proceed with the procedure
Okay now, 12 come around, speak no evil
When they ask my old lady, she ain’t no neither
On social media, these people be talkin’ shit, so unfortunate
If I ignored it, just could seem important, yeah
Knew who I was and never tried to be more than that
Scramblin’ quarterback, ballin’, boardin’ jets
Start recoupin’ before you even could go into debt
Nothin’ but love to the ones, just show ’em respect
(All of my prayers to the ones that opposite that)
Shit
When they openin’ outside, it’s just fascination
Me, I’m more worried ’bout the vaccination
Man, these people diabolical, they nothin’ to play with
Put that shit in you or your baby, your ass crazy
But when the sun’s out, and it’s backlit
You sittin’ poolside with a bad chick
[Refrain: T.I.]
When the shit bad live and you can’t come through
Got the Rolls Royce truck and the Phantom too
Both Pantone, Blue

[Bridge: Alec Beretz]
Yeah, you and I were made for living
I only try to love you more
But I been caught up in my ocean
Sinking deeper than before
You shine light upon my shadow
You breathe pleasure into pain
You paint my world in Pantone Blue
So I no longer see in gray

[Chorus: Alec Beretz]
Pantone Blue, when I’m with you
Off-White lies, black snake eyes
Tried so hard to make you a believer
To see you a little clearer
‘Cause you and I were made to live through more

AM – Chop Dat Freestyle | Alphabetical Slaughter A-Z Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ghosty

[Verse]
Aim at anyone
Awkward angles, all at analong
Authenticity, active armies air artillery
Big black batteries, bullet, bullet, bop bat Battersea
Better be banter
Broad day bootings, bag that banger
Can’t come Cowley, corn come chunky
Critical, crash, chill comfy
Dilligent, dilligent dancin’ different
Don’t do deals, diffident, definite
Everyone Es, energy, energy
Enemies, envy, easy ebony
Fight for family
.45 filament, firin’ fuckery
Gang get gory, gotta go gеt gangster
Gotta grind get goody
Hypocrite, hatin’, hittin’ homе, hit his hoodie
Initially I imagine internal injuries
Impact is irregular, interrupted, intervene
Jugg jim, just jugg, jugg
Jokeman, just jab, jab
Kimberley keepin’ kilos
Knock, knock, kidnap
Long life, livin’ luxury
Learn lessons like lecture
Mally, Mally, mash macaroni
More money, money man measure
Needs no narrative, neeky, noisey neighbours negative
Open organs, one order, obstructin’ officers
Pacel packagin’ pack, patternin’, press, penetrate, protagonist
Quick questions, quick quarellin’, Queen quality, quiet quarantine
Rolls Royce risky, region rambos rip ’round rookies
Step straight, so savage, spin, slap it, sirens sing, skin severed
Tea turn Taliban, tek, tek time, try talk through Telegram
They try Tennessee, 22 times, try turn it 23
Ugly, ugly, useless undies upset usually
Vile verdicts, venomous vermin vexin’ virally
We went whooshin’, with Wellington’s, we won, we’re wickedly
Xenophobia, Xavier, xeno energy
Youthful yesterday, you youngers ying, yang, yuckily
Zig zag zeverers, zoology, zonin’ zealously
[Outro]
King of the drill ting
Bare man’s right talkin’ they’re kings of drill but you can’t rap, bro
Anyone can say “ying this, ying that,” but you can’t rap, bro
No one gets bars in, this is alphabetical chop, man’s choppin’ that
Chop dat freestyle, you really know
Shoutout broski for the beat, shoutout Laaga’s
Definitely, man’s choppin’ it in half
I’ll tell you suttin’ else, hey, listen
Draw out your favourite rapper, draw him up, tell him to bars from A to Z
Shoutout Papoose, the original alphabetical slaughter
Draw out your favourite rapper, tell them to do what man done, on drill

​cupcakKe – Discounts Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, must not want me to have to ask
Niggas want smoke, I pass the gas
Milkin’ this shit like half and half
Two nights of the Drac’, that’s back to back
I had a nigga that text my phone like “Bae, get ready, go pack a bag”
Said he on his way, in the back of the cab, I said “Hold on, I have to laugh” (Hahahaha)
On the gang, niggas broke as hell, ain’t doing well, straight buffing
I’m cupcakKe, but I’ll muff a bitch so motherfuckers just call me “Muffins” (Brrra)
Couple bitches claimin’ they want smoke ’til I pull up with the Dutches
Come around, screamin’ “Ten toes down”, be the same bitches with crutches
Yeah, bitch, no, I’m not feelin’ ya
Fuck 12, no pedophilia
Keep a bank with me like Azealia
On the verse, then I’m billy, yeah
Nigga thought he was gettin’ ass
If you show cash, just throw bread
But I think the fuck not, like Cardi forehead
Underrated but I know they hate it and ain’t no debating that I’m elevating
Ever since I made it, niggas that I dated acting aggravated, ’cause I’m fragulated
You send ten bands for a verse back but your verse whack so I got you waiting
And every time I send a verse back, they on thin ice ’cause they know I’m skating
Mad bitches lurking on Instagram, tryna find out where my wealth ’bout
Same bitches walkin’ in Walmart to get free shit in self-checkout
Let it marinate, give it ten seconds
Different L’s, just different lessons
Now this nigga wanna share blessings ’cause the pussy tighter than a pair of leggings
I’m cool, nigga, I’m good, nigga
I’m so damn straight
Put a nigga in quarantine when he see the chopper, make ’em don’t leave gate
And when I need that Birkin bag, don’t go in stores, I call up Trey
And you know I stomp the yard in this bitch, when I make wine from the grapes

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
And it’s that big discount, bitch
Knockin’ half your shit off
I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
Chopper go “Boom, boom, boom, boom”
Knockin’ half your shit off

[Verse 2]
I need an umbrella
Bitch this drip, drop (What else?)
We in Bora Bora
Takin’ drip trips
I’m in a Rolls Royce
You in a Lyft, Lyft (Skrr)
I heard your album
I just skip, skip
That shit was weak as hell
On the nine, they be the [?]
So fly like Tinkerbell
Foreign whips, my English fail
You out bein’ a hoe, while I’m pickin’ up dough
It look like my pizza fell
Travellin’ from dick to dick
Might as well go get your visa mailed (Hahaha)
I’m on that gang shit
Blow out your brains bitch
I had your family holdin’ up signs, like “Say his name, bitch” (On God)
Don’t get too anxious
‘Cause shit get dangerous
This bitch didn’t wax my eyebrows right, went out with a bang, bitch
You are a nobody with nobodies
And you shaped with no body (God damn)
Gon’ make a nigga put a date on me, yeah call him Yo Gotti
My whips got horsepowers, so I might as well pick a Megan for hotties
Bitch got bars and love anal, did I drop soap? Yeah, probably

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
And it’s that big discount, bitch
Knockin’ half your shit off
I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
Chopper go “Boom, boom, boom, boom”
Knockin’ half your shit off

Future – Too Comfortable Lyrics

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[Intro]
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

[Post-Chorus]
Four or five hoes, stuff ’em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I’m draped in Celine, yeah
Can’t think for yourself, gotta think for the team, yeah
Fuck me like a star, gotta treat me like a king, yeah
Gotta roll with a chopper with a certain amount of bling, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

[Verse 1]
Yeah, swerve in a bulletproof coupe, yeah
If I got to, I’ll shoot out the roof, yeah
Turbo 63, shawty look blackanese
I keep it a G, Louis V
Came with a duffle bag full of mulah
I put the fragrance on you, Pucci
Got my attention, stay exclusive
Put her in the Rolls Royce and Givenchy
It’s hard to stay sober when I’m spinnin’
It’s hard to stay faithful when you winnin’
Showin’ you’re grateful and independent
Fuck all the danger
Spray all the strangers, you get too close
I said three hundred but the Range really four
You talkin’ back to me, I’ma cut your throat

[Chorus]
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

[Post-Chorus]
Four or five hoes, stuff ’em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I’m draped in Celine, yeah
Can’t think for yourself, gotta think for the team

[Verse 2]
I’m thinkin’ colossal
I’m thinkin’ ’bout flyin’ the vibes out, goin’ tropical
I know I’m impeccable
Seen what these niggas can do when that shit get federal
Caught in between, eatin’ up a queen
Eatin’ up a bean like vegetables
Step out on the scene livin’ like a king
I know this game can be treacherous
They was thinkin’ that it couldn’t be done
And now it’s tangible
Tell me how you get this comfortable
You’re wearin’ a wild animal
Simply did it because they said it couldn’t be done
Then I went beyond
Can’t even pay for my son
He on probation, they revoked his bond, yeah
Gotta light another blunt, yeah
I’m not a publicity stunt, yeah
I done been through more shit this month than a nigga been through in a lifetime
Cut a few niggas and bitches off
They were just wastin’ my time
Pretty and fine, the way this girl designed
I hope she can read my mind

[Chorus]
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

[Post-Chorus]
Four or five hoes, stuff ’em in a Lamborghini, yeah
Swapped out of public housing, go and get a genie
Three, four stacks on a chinchilla beanie
Got a cup full of mud and I’m draped in Celine, yeah
Can’t think for yourself, gotta think for the team

[Outro]
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable, yeah
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable
Better not get too comfortable

Wiz Khalifa – Bammer Lyrics

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[Intro]
Okay
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit (Okay), it’s TGOD

[Verse 1]
Ridin’, slidin’, dippin’, vibin’
Bitch, get high, come and live this life
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife
Make her roll this joint, when she get inside
You be home on your own but your friends ain’t shy
Bust down Rollie, make my wrist hit bright
You gon’ hit this J, you gon’ get this pipe
Hit it ’til the mornin’, I’ma miss this flight
Good day time, you a freak at night
Hoes get mad, better keep that vibe
When you live like me, you don’t see that price
Want that bag, don’t need likes
OG swag, don’t need stripes
Only gas, that’s only right
Smokin’ tree, my only vice

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed (Okay)
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

[Verse 2]
Don’t give me no bammer joint
If it’s in my bag, know the grass on point
Only real ones roll big doinks
Kinda into her friend, if she, she can join
Rolled up when she heard my voice
She comin’ with me, she ain’t got no choice
Six Dússe, no Rolls Royce
Just bought a Corvette, just sold my Porsche
Only hit one time, she callin’
No NBA team, we ballin’
Don’t take ’em on trips, don’t spoil ’em
New that, new this, need all ’em
New whip, new paint like Rodman
No brake, straight gas, you stallin’
Don’t take no brakes, I’m doubtin’
See me, big smoke like fireman

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

Young Thug – Blue Cash (World Go Round) Lyrics

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[Intro: Sample & Young Thug]
Some people say it’s folly, but I’d rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
(Money, money, money, money)
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
It’s accountancy that makes the world go ’round, ’round, ’round, ’round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it’s only just a phase
Money, money, money makes the world go ’round (Yee!)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Chopper count up diamonds, rock ’em by the 10s (By the 10s)
I’m just drinkin’ Act, Kurt Cobain (Cobains)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money on your dawg and go bust his brains (Grrt)
Leave him on the sidewalk like he gettin’ a tan (Graow)
I grow micro-soft drinkin’ oxygen (Graow)
Bitch, I been a boss since a god damn kid (Woo!)
Hop out on the block with a AK, make him do the cha-cha-cha (Skrrt, skrrt)
I rode the roadblocks with your bae and I got my rocks off
(Got my rocks off)
She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (Woo!)
I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn’t eat her coochie
(On God)
I’m livin’ life as a pimp (Yeah)
I’ll put a bitch on your shrimp (Yeah)
I’m high in the sky like a blimp (High)
Ooh, I’ll cop a Rolls Royce first attempt (Skrrt)
What’s the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just showin’ you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Chopper count up diamonds, rock ’em by the 10s (By the 10s)
I’m just drinkin’ Act, Kurt Cobain (Cobains)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
My chopper sing, it need autotune
Bad bitch in my hotel room
Take a perky right before we fuck, then act a fool
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I’m at the top and I’m gonna keep on climbin’
I got a gun on my hip, no silence
I want these niggas to hear the violence
Momma told me “Don’t trust nobody”
Damn, momma, you seen it coming
That’s why I don’t keep this heat for nothin’
Try me, then you’re gettin’ one
Plus one and a couple more, uh
30 shots when I am all done
Right, right? Did I do the math right?
Stomp ’em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (Gah-gah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars outta space for me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (A lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land (She in Barbie land)
Chopper count up diamonds, rock ’em by the 10s (By the 10s)
I’m just drinkin’ Act, Kurt Cobain

[Outro: Sample]
Money, money, money makes the–
Money, money, money makes the–
Money, money, money makes the world go ’round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money

Marlo – 100 Shots Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
A hundred shots out that stick, you better go retarded
And that’s your man you better slide, ain’t no back and forthin’
I pull up with a dirty stick to make sure you hit
A young nigga with them bricks and I’ll flip this bitch
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young niggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f**k around
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young niggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f**k around

[Verse 1]
I work my wrist, I work my wrist, I work my f**kin’ wrist
Thirty thousand dollar profit, I just made a brick
See and me and Judo broke it down, we just slayed a brick
Oh give that bitch to Marlo, let him go filet the brick
Fishscale off-white look like a real fish
Don’t test it now, you push that boy and it’s like a killswitch
Two hundred thousand on the table next to five sticks
I send that work across the border, took a real risk
Rob who? take what? f**k around get killed bitch
Loyalty over royalty, blood sweat and tears shit
Rob who? take what? f**k around get killed bitch
Loyalty over royalty, blood sweat and tears shit

[Chorus]
A hundred shots out that stick, you better go retarded
And that’s your man you better slide, ain’t no back and forthin’
I pull up with a dirty stick to make sure you hit
A young nigga with them bricks and I’ll flip this bitch
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young niggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f**k around
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young niggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f**k around

[Verse 2]
See my dog, that’s my dog
I get ’em in by the ton with my dog (Baby)
The cops come, I’m gunning with my dog (21)
Them niggas playing games, I knock ’em off with my dog (No Plug)
I’ll never ever ever think about crossin’ my dog
See we stuck to the G code ’cause that’s how the streets go
Young nigga get it in, trap in the heat snow
Drop top or Rolls Royce but I want the damn Porsche
Young nigga kickin’ shit, seven hundred, seven horse

[Chorus]
A hundred shots out that stick, you better go retarded
And that’s your man you better slide, ain’t no back and forthin’
I pull up with a dirty stick to make sure you hit
A young nigga with them bricks and I’ll flip this bitch
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young niggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f**k around
A thousand pounds to my round
Them young niggas done got it out the ground
Bust pounds, now we f**k around