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Plies – I’m Not A Racist Lyrics

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[Chorus]
I got all different color foreigns, I am not a racist
I like my money different colors but I prefer the blue faces
I can get money with whomever you can be Caucasian
And if Sara want to eat the chocolate I’mma let her taste it

[Verse 1]
I’m hollerin Wooo, drive da foreign like a stolo
And if it ain’t da briefs shawty I don’t wear no polo
And if you ain’t my later bait then I can’t beat you solo
And if the diamonds ain’t VVS then meetings that’s no go
I da coupe in the garage, now i’m bourbon in the photo
He all in his feelings cause his girl want a photo
If you snitched on your partners den to me you the popo
I got a big 4 5 on me you might think i’m Dolo
I’m hollerin Woo kee hee
I got one more question fore you meet me
If yo gon let me beat it like i’m Rocky
And when I hit your spot call me papi

[Chorus]
I got all different color foreigns, I am not a racist
I like my money different colors but I prefer the blue faces
I can get money with whomever you can be Caucasian
And if Sara want to eat the chocolate I’ma let her taste it

[Verse 2]
Ain’t got a racist bone in my body all my diamonds white what I spend my money on homie only no advice
And if da a white girl fine ima gon hit the like
And im a very open minded guy but I prefer it Blight
I got a cuban link the other day with real big stones
I’m on southbeach right now looking for some chons
If you 12 and you prejudice then we dont get along
This ain’t no noose around my neck these just some diamond chains on
I GOT A BANKROLL!
R.I.P. to Bankroll, I just bought some pink 50 dog on some draco
I just met some animal last night on the beach, told her she can’t come up out to breath until she make me skeet

[Chorus]
I got all different color foreigns, I am not a racist
I like my money different colors but I prefer the blue faces
I can get money with whomever you can be Caucasian
And if Sara want to eat the chocolate I’ma let her taste it

Kevin Gates – Difficult Lyrics

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[Intro]
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
What up?
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
I’m him

[Verse]
This just in, I’m Goliath
Rap game King Leonidas
Prayin’ for the ones that’s indicted
Sex tape dropped, unexcited
This just in, I’m Goliath
Rap game king Leonidas
Prayin’ for the ones that’s indicted
Sex tape dropped, unexcited
I been a G
Throwin’ that dick in her kidney, I stand on that business for chief
Knowin’ they want your position or blemish your image
Don’t give it no energy please
Knowin’ that shit done got critical
I got some sinners who willin’ to send it for me
Knowin’ my lil’ one is gifted
Ain’t really ’bout spendin’, but he gotta get to the league
I got that power like God and them
Power to take away oxygen (What else?)
Shawty wan’ get on her knees
I semen her cheeks and regrow her collagen
I was on Easy Town, I done been around the world
Dreka still with the shit, ain’t safe to be around your girl
Ass out the window, eatin’ llama on the interstate
Ho sell crystal meth, Bread Winner dinner plate
Order me a Demon, I done pulled up in a Hellcat
Long way away when we was sleepin’ on the airmat
Big body Range same place I went to jail at
Carolina street where I was ‘posed to catch the sales at
Touchdown in the ‘jects, still love havin’ sex
FL, no includin’, this not VVS
Bust down with the set, skrrt ’round, DBS
I done got a TV show, it need to be on TBS
Thinkin’ ’bout shawty, don’t call, she gon’ see me, yeah
I’m retarded, I’m on CBS
Block ready, do a nigga funny with a hairpiece
Trap bleed, yes, Lord, workin’ like an athlete
Solitary diamonds, I forgot what I was wearin’
Big booty white bitch lookin’ at me, starin’
Catch a vibe in Atlanta, run a couple errands
Baby girl, stick it out and put it in the air please
Now my ship settin’ sail, old hoes, wish ’em well
I just got a label check, I’ma get a hundred bails
South Carolina partner come and get a twenty pack
Hit him with a hundred pack, told him, “Nigga, run with that”
Thinkin’ ’bout runnin’ off, family ain’t come back
Bread Winner grind in the hole where the money at
Touchdown in the ‘jects, push up, lot of sex
FL, no including, this not VVS
Iced out Cartier, this not new Patek
Lifestyle all the yay comin’ out Yucatec
Big 38, Slim in the dopehole
I got this bitch in a chokehold
In Michoacán where the dope sold
She from Sinaloa, she loco
The ups and the down, been a long road
The eagle, that Bread Winner logo
Said I’m gon’ make her, hold on
I told her to meet me there solo
We go to Tulum, we don’t prolong
I told her to not have no clothes on
She caught her a tan, now she rose gold
I hit from the back with the long stroke
I’m cookin’ that dope with the robe on (Yeah)
I stand in the kitchen, the stove on
Learn how to fly again, flappin’ my wings
Sick ’bout a bitch who was barely for me
Fuck ’bout the public, I’m back in the streets
Give a fuck ’bout a rapper who rappin’ like me
Quarantine hit, I was wrappin’ them keys
Cedar Hill mansion, relax in the D
Post up and trap out a Airbnb
I’m learnin’ how to speak Vietnamese
[?][2:40] mami, now send me them P’s
I sell a lil’ loud ’cause my camels eat weed
They know how I’m livin’, respectin’ my pimpin’
They knowin’ I’m cut from up under [?][2:47]
They told me to stay out of trouble
I moved to Atlanta to change my ways
Now they comparin’ me to Big Trouble
‘Cause I’ll run a train on your ho with Dave
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
Havin’ my own way in a drought, praise be to God, I’m en route
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
They gossip about me, don’t know who they is
Speak on the king, not controllin’ your lips
Secretively wanna choke on the dick
Spit in your, and choke it again

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, choke it again, bitch, haha, choke it again
Keep that bitch in your mouth, you heard me?
I’m retarded out here, real life
But I ain’t the same, sit around
Havin’ my own way and it’s makin’ ’em mad
Big booty bitch, I’ma hit from the back
Havin’ my own way and it’s makin’ ’em mad
Big booty bitch, I’ma hit from the back
Havin’ my own way and it’s makin’ ’em mad
Big booty bitch, I’ma hit from the back, yeah
Your big booty bitch, I’ma hit from the back

[Outro]
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah (Forget me)
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah (Ayy)
I feel amazing, I swear to God now (It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah)
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah
It’s gon’ be difficult for you to forget me, yeah

Tyga – Ibiza Lyrics

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[Intro: YG]
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1]
Popped a molly, I’m flexin’ (Woo, woo)
Come and meet me, I’m ready, ayy (Woo, woo)
I just walked off the jetty, ayy (Jetty)
VVS on baguetty, yeah (Big ice)
I got clout and I leverage, ayy (Leverage)
My bitch got face advantage, ayy (Bad)
Ass shaped like a planet, ayy (Duh)
Turks and Caicos, she tannin’ (Ayy, ayy)
I didn’t plan this, everything organic (Yeah)
I just paid a quarter for a Patek, don’t panic (Woo)
Flyin’ ‘cross Atlantic and I’m eatin’ fancy (Woo)
Sittin’ at home, know you niggas can’t stand me (Haha)
I’m on FaceTime and your bitch gettin’ nasty
Tell the driver slow down, fuck her in the backseat (Fuck it)
She say, “Where you goin’?” and I tell her, “Don’t ask me” (No)
‘Cause I fall in love every time a bitch pass me

[Chorus]
Hi, I’m super turnt, I can’t pick up (Pick up)
Popped a molly, let’s link up, ayy (Link up)
We throw party like Ibiza, ayy (‘Biza)
If that’s your bitch, you can keep her
She wanna be mine, she tell me go deeper (Deeper)
Got my respect like Aretha, yeah (‘Retha)
I had too much tequila, ayy (Tequila)
Bad bitches, let’s link up (Link up)

[Post-Chorus]
Ibiza (Ibiza)
We throw party like Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Bad bitches, let’s link up (Link up)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get standin’ ovations (Woo, woo)
I got all these bitches shakin’, ayy (Woo, woo)
We gon’ smoke like Jamaican (Ayy)
If she sit it on my lap, don’t break it (Ayy)
And that ring on your finger, that’s a nice sight (Nice sight)
If she wanna be loyal, tell her that’s fine (That’s fine)
She got me workin’ hard for it, doin’ overtime (Overtime)
Only here for one night, don’t got no time (Woo)
And you only twenty-one, you a baby, ayy (Baby)
She gon’ do a split, go crazy (Crazy)
I’ma surfboard in that pussy, go jet-ski (Jet-ski)
Hey Mrs. Officer, she wanna arrest me
Take me and bless me (Woo), please and undress me (Yeah)
Gotta clean it up ’cause you know she get messy (Ugh)
Why your friend starin’ at me like she wanna sex me? (Hmm)
Is you down for the trizzy? Baby, let’s see

[Chorus]
I’m super turnt, I can’t pick up (Pick up)
Popped a molly, let’s link up, ayy (Link up)
We throw party like Ibiza, ayy (‘Biza)
If that’s your bitch, you can keep her
She wanna be mine, she tell me go deeper (Deeper)
Got my respect like Aretha, yeah (‘Retha)
I had too much tequila, ayy (Tequila)
Bad bitches, let’s link up (Link up)

[Post-Chorus]
Ibiza (Ibiza)
We throw party like Ibiza (Ibiza)
Ibiza (Ibiza)
Bad bitches, let’s link up (Link up)

G Herbo – Cap Guns Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oz, you’re big time

[Verse]
I was young and used to think of cap guns back when I was havin’ fun
Now I’m caught up in this rap shit, gamblin’ my life for one
Lookin’ back at shit from my past, it ain’t much I haven’t done
Tryna learn from mistakes like my last one ’cause I got a son
Started off just shootin’ baskets, then we was ditchin’ classes (Ayy)
Smokin’ gas and havin’ fistfights later turned to blastin’ (Bah)
Grew up, got immune to madness, you couldn’t even imagine
Broski ain’t get to see my mansion, I carried his casket (Damn)
Went and did time, until he got back, I carried his ratchet
I was trappin’, ain’t unwrap it, it stayed in the plastic
Tellin’ broski, “Wear a mask,” ’cause it played with his asthma (Woo)
Gage wasn’t even five foot seven, he carryin’ plasmas
Could’ve went to school in Dallas and played for the Mavericks
Instead, I adapted to Essex and stayed with the savages (Uh)
Mama said stay where I’m at, don’t come back, she ain’t havin’ it
Now when she ask for the racks, it’s five k on the average
Look at how they had us (They had us), look at all those tragedies
Hell yeah, we start trappin’ shit, look at all us raggedy
Thank my OG for havin’ me (For havin’ me)
Fried bologna when I had to eat (When I had to eat)
All of my teens, I was ridin’ the streets (I was ridin’)
Now we the richest they got over east (Ayy)
Never forgot who was laughin’ at me
Know before rap, I was strapped with the heat
Know all the niggas was clappin’ at me (Clappin’ at me)
Never told police what happened to me (What happened)
Ninety hollows when we clap at the G (Krah)
Never reply to who rappin’ to me (Uh)
Never was askin’ for drama
Just stayed in a spot where it’s that catch me lack, shit’ll squeeze
One to the back, he collapsed to his knees
Ain’t have to give him that extra fifteen (Grrah)
If I would’ve died in my prime, news would’ve said that he just was a teen
But I was a teen out doin’ some reckless things
I had a strap in my jeans
Shout out 2013 (Ayy)
That’s when I lost Kobe and Peewee (Kobe and Peewee, ayy)
I kept a Glizzy, a 23
Folks saw the opps with the 3D (Uh)
That’s my kinfolk, we ain’t GD (Uh)
My chain got rocks like BBs, Maybach seats got TVs
My C Money rose with VVS
The opp hoes know all my CDs (You know them)
The opps damn near wanna be me
Gotta go the other way when they see me
If a nigga broke, how he gon’ see me? (Pussy)
Gave niggas hope, why else they need me?
I be everywhere, probably Bahimi (Probably)
Bitches partyin’ all in bikinis
Baby, I don’t even drink martinis (Uh-uh)
Exotic pack, got a hat like a genie (Uh-huh, what?)
Smokin’ Backs for my stress, let it ease me (Ayy)
Gotta make this boss shit look easy
But you know it’s everything but easy (Everything)
Money over everything, it please me (Over everything)
Money go and everything gon’ leave me (Everything)
Where was they before my watch was freezy? (Huh?)
To get what they want, watch ’em deceive me (Watch ’em deceive me)
They don’t even know me, how they believe me? (How they believe?)
Sometimes I be thinkin’ from me to me, it be hard for somebody else bein’ me
Back and forth, tryna balance the Ms, my lovers and friends, I’m caught in a frenzy
Thinkin’ what my mama was sayin’ about all of my friends, now all of ’em dead (Damn)
Wishin’ I can call them again, do it all again, but it’s all in my head (Damn)
Was it really wrong what we did?
If we ain’t go as hard as we did, probably all’ll be dead
Lean on each other, came through for another, that’s all that we had
They don’t understand, so callin’ my lawyer again, that’s all that we said
Everywhere we stand, them people was on us for playin’ them corners again
But they don’t understand

Lil Yachty – Till the Morning Lyrics

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[Intro]
(DY Krazy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
I’m talkin’ Gucci Gucci ’cause we don’t do Huaraches
Can’t wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
And she caught two new bodies, I’m talkin’ Thug and Yachty
I told her call me when she horny
Why you put the feds on me?
I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
They got my back forever, broski, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
All she do is geek until the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Hide you got it, hide you want it, how you get it, baby
Never stop it, get it poppin’ every fuckin’ day
Kawasaki, Maserati, only rockin’ Giuseppe Zanotti
You want problems, don’t you?
Baby, don’t play-play, this your payday
Baby, don’t play-play, this your payday
I got swan, not baguettes where my neck lay
Thirty carat VVS’s when you’re ready
I take care of your body like you RiRi, baby
Play the marriage all night on your TV, baby
R.I.P. Biggie and fuck the NYPD
Chicago polices, Atlanta, and all PCs (Woo)
Fuck the police, and they’ll lock you up for decease-‘cease (Yeah)
It don’t matter, I got bitches at the DMV (Woo)
Roll with me, flood your neck with rosary (Yeah)
Rollin’ me like a rolly-polly please, woo

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
I’m talkin’ Gucci Gucci ’cause we don’t do Huaraches
Can’t wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
And she caught two new bodies, I’m talkin’ Thug and Yachty
I told her call me when she horny
Why you put the feds on me?
I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
They got my back forever, broski, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
All she do is geek until the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the (Let’s go)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Almost there (There), oh, you ready now? (Ready)
I just paint the coupe redder than spaghetti now
Fuck her so good, think about it in her sleep (Ew)
She call me Freddy now (Woo)
She rock baguetties now
She wanna fuck the Pendergrass, Teddy loud
She got a thumb in her ass, pull it out (Boop)
I might get her higher than a blimp (Woo)
She said her last nigga was a shrimp (Oh)
None of my business
Baby girl, let me help you open your business (Go)
Baby girl, can I please fuck on your friendses?
If you say yes, I might buy you a Benzes (Go), you a lil’ princess (Yeah)
She go downtown in 1942
It’s her birthday, she gon’ shake somethin’ (Alright)
Bitch try, she beat her up the worst way (Boom)
My lil’ gutter bitch, she can’t wait to shake somethin’ (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
Von beat his body, they think he Illuminati
I’m talkin’ Gucci Gucci ’cause we don’t do Huaraches
Can’t wife no thotty thotty, man, she want X and molly
And she caught two new bodies, I’m talkin’ Thug and Yachty
I told her call me when she horny
Why you put the feds on me?
I cover the tats with Gucci long-sleeves
They got my back forever, broski, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
All she do is geek until the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the mornin’
All she do is geek until the mornin’
She be geekin’ ’til the

D-Block Europe – Madow Like (Young Adz x Dirtbike LB) Lyrics

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[Verse: Young Adz]
My neighbors complain they say that I’m too noisy (Man..)
I’m the youngest nigga here living here can I enjoy this? Please (In peace)
I keep my dreadlocks messy and long coz I live so lawless (Like a rasta, like a rasta)
I get a good girl turn her bad coz I fill her up wit poison
VVS’s on my neck hella ice feel a bit awkward
New shotgun that I just bought, bigger than my daughter (Oh)
If you wanna fuck 29, gotta book an appointment
Got a Pyrex bowl on the stove just boiling
Got a Pyrex bowl on the stove just boiling
Got a Pyrex bowl on the stove just boiling
Got a Pyrex bowl on the stove just boiling
And we balling…
Need to fly away (Ski)
House by the lake (Ski)
House by the beach (Ski)
Might go Greece (Ski)
Can’t go LA (Ski)
Cah I got a case (Ski)
Cah I make it ski ski ski make cats O.D
All of these pills like ha ha ha
Silencer on the 9 it go ta ta ta

[Chorus: Young Adz]
Whole team full of trappers we link up like what’s your phones like? (Ay bro, ay bro)
You might be able to help me right now tell me what is your madow like? (Oi bro, oi bro)
I might need some help I whipped up half a chicken ima bag this all night (Ay bro, ay bro)
My nigga took a loss I gave him 10 g packs and told him he’ll be all fine (Bro, bro)

[Verse: Dirtbike LB]
Whole team we cop some packs we got those straps n got some more
I just left tha store I cop this car cost more than the Audemar
She said you’re going far, you’re going far go get your BRIT award
I’m on TV off a four that’s BBC, mum ima star
Tell the brits I sold heroin
Tell tha jakes der no evidence
Still got crack in my pot that’s settling
I get Jordan 4’s for dis basic whore
Off White tag so I paid some more
These jewels a house but they ain’t insured
VVS but it came off licks
Old cash but it came off bricks
Ate this ass coz I love this bitch
I just fuck on this bitch in this stainless drip
Eat on the beach we in Nobu girl
Fuck the DM I don’t know this girl
I sip hi tec and I know it kills
I’m high off your love coz I know it’s real
Girl I’m so high off this love I be lovin’ this drug n I’m loving this love is so real
She the lovin’ the thug n she love the fuck she come and she come and she chills
Girl I’m so high off this love I be lovin’ this drug n I’m loving this love is so real
She the lovin’ the thug n she love the fuck she come and she come and she chills

[Chorus: Young Adz]
Whole team full of trappers we link up like what’s your phones like? (Ay bro, ay bro)
You might be able to help me right now tell me what is your madow like? (Oi bro, oi bro)
I might need some help I whipped up half a chicken ima bag this all night (Ay bro, ay bro)
My nigga took a loss I gave him 10 g packs and told him he’ll be all fine (Bro, bro)

Fivio Foreign – Ambition Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign]
Ambition (Ayy)
They gon’ love me for my ambition (Lil’ bitch, ayy), oh (Bow)
For that ambition (You know the vibes)
They owe somethin’, this is a Melo beat (Give it to him, lil’ bitch), know the vibes
Traphouse Mob (Henny, Perc’, lil’ bitch)
You can have the vibe, you know what I’m sayin’? (Dope)
And look me and my eyes too, though, make me take note (Bow, gangstas in the spot, Fivi)
Okay, yeah (Baddies, ayy)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign & Lil Tjay]
They gon’ love me for my ambition (Ayy), man, listen (Man, listen)
Did a show and had the fiends trippin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Open the door and let my man get in (Bow)
They started this, but they always wanna go play the damn victim (Ayy)
We seen him, I hope his man with him (Hope his man with him)
Uh, you a thot if you gon’ stand with ’em (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
It’s Fivio Foreign, I ain’t even scared of nann, nigga (Nah, nah, nah)
Ain’t no fear in him (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign]
You say it’s smoke, just know we airin’ shit (Nah)
Bodies droppin’, youngins reckless, they don’t care and shit (Grr, grr)
Growin’ up was skippin’ school, avoid my parents and (Nah)
Always drippy ’cause we cared about appearances (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
VVS’s on my body, you can stare at shit (Ayy)
See me ridin’ in that foreign, that McLaren shit (Skrrt)
Lately ain’t nobody try, but I been darin’ shit (Baow)
For some stupid nigga try, just know I’m flarin’ shit (Look, ayy, baow)
Pay attention it’s demons (Demons), shooter with me fiendin’
Let me chill (Baow, baow), you gon’ know when you see him, lil’ bitch (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Tito pipe drivin’, it was speedin’ (Skrrt)
All these Percocets, static Fivi, you’re a demon (You’re a demon)

[Verse 3: Lil Tjay]
Sippin’ on this Wock, got me leanin’ (Got me leanin’)
Fuck a thot, got her creamin’ (Got her creamin’)
Then I told her gimme mop, gave her semen (Semen)
She gon’ do the whole gang like a demon (Demon)
All my niggas shotta and we with that (And we with that)
Lotta violence homie, we don’t do the chit-chat (Ayy, ayy)
I got my forty cal. on me, it push your wig back (Grr, baow, baow)
Fuck around, the bodies dropping, that’s the big facts (Look, ayy, look, look)

[Verse 4: Fivio Foreign]
Shooter find the target, he don’t miss that (He don’t miss that)
Glock forty, rubber grip, two-tone, mix and match (Ayy, ayy)
The bitches wanna leave ’cause your shit wack (Shit wack)
She always askin’, “Where the Lyft at?” (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I know how she like it, I’m a psychic (I’m a psychic, uh)
She like, “Fivi you so excitin’” (She like, “Fivi you so excitin’” ayy, ayy)
Every time he saw me, he was frightened (Ayy)
I’m a demon and a viking (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, baow)

[Verse 5: Lil TJay]
Yeah, I’m highspeed (Highspeed)
Really menace, it get filthy, don’t you test me (Test me)
Fuck that cappin’ in your song, it don’t impress me (Don’t impress me)
I be really in the field, they tryna ‘rest me (Arrest me)
It’s my season, it’s the best me (Best me)
Ridin’ dirty, scared no police, they can’t catch me (Catch me)
Rollie righty, AP leftie (Baow)
Diamonds drippin’ on my body, they can’t wet me (Baow, baow)
No security, I’m movin’, they respect me (Ayy)
Catch a bullet, the first nigga try to deck me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Outro: Fivio Foreign]
Uh, these niggas nothin’ but clowns, ayy
Bow, know the vibes lil’ bitch
Fuck around, get in tune
Ayy, Fivio Foreign
Bow
Ayy, ayy, yeah

DaBaby – CAN’T STOP Lyrics

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[Intro]
Everything Foreign, haha
Yeah
Bitch, it ain’t no stoppin’ no nigga like me
Bitch, it ain’t no stoppin’ no nigga like me, let’s go
(New album, nigga, yeah)
Baby, on Baby, on Baby (Fuck, fuck, new album)
Baby, on Baby, on motherfuckin’ Baby (Aw, shit, aw, shit)
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, nigga?

[Verse 1]
Bitch, it ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
This the intro, watch me get into it (Let’s go)
Bitches call me a cutie, I’m groovy
My daughter took care of forever off music (Muah)
Screaming, “Fly high,” to Kobe, Gianna, we ballin’
I can’t tell you shit about losin’ (R.I.P.)
Finger fuck allegations, keep hatin’
I’m patiently waitin’ on niggas to prove it (You bitch)
Bitch, you know I turn piss into lemonade
Turn shit into sugar, that’s chocolate pudding
Let you know I don’t fuck with you anyway (Hmmgh)
Know I keep getting better, you thought that I wouldn’t
I’ma keep lettin’ off, I’m a renegade
The media blitzed and I took off and shook ’em
Came out like a boss and they feel a way (Ha)
Gon’ end up gettin’ fucked, you keep thinkin’ I’m pussy
Bitch, I’m ’bout my business, it’s all about timin’
When I put this shit on, I don’t cop from no stylist
I’m all on the TV and net, I’m too viral
I pull up with a vibe, when we hop out, we vibin’
I like movin’ in silence, don’t bother nobody
He come bother me, I’ma catch me a body
I don’t get into politics, I just be poppin’ shit
Obviously hot as a motherfuckin’ fire (Hot)
Let me cool off a minute
I got nothin’ to hide, I don’t run from my problems
Just tryna get you out my business (You bitch)
Only answer to God, I’m already convicted
If I’m havin’ you as my witness (Uh-huh)
Having hoes at my shows, tryna take off they clothes
I don’t know what to do with them bitches (Let’s go, huh)
You know it’s Baby, nigga
Let’s go

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me, let’s go
Oh, no, bitch
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me (I just can’t motherfuckin’ stop, man)
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me (I just can’t stop)
Let’s go, bitch (And they can’t motherfuckin’ stop me)
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me (I know this shit frustratin’, man, like I know)
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me, bitch
(I know it’s frustratin’ for you niggas, dawg)
Huh? Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me (I know it’s frustratin’ for you bitches, dawg)
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me (Ain’t no stoppin’ no nigga like me)
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me

[Verse 2]
Verse two
You do what you want when you poppin’ (Let’s pop)
Guess I do what I want, plus I’m single as fuck
See my boo in the cut, I got options (Muah)
Know I’m all up her skirt like a stockin’ (Mmm)
My album make hoes call me Kirk like my mama
I see how they peepin’ the technique and jockin’
All these icy VVS on my neck, let’s play hockey (Bling, bling)
I’m guessin’ that he brought a stick, ’cause I brought a stick (Yeah)
And I ain’t the type to be payin’ for pussy
I fuck hoes for free, never bought a bitch
Hold me up to the sun, I’m not counterfeit (Yeah, yeah)
I just got a new gun from my bottom bitch
And I’m ready to slang it, I’m warnin’, I’m dangerous (Boom, boom, boom)
Come fuckin’ with me, better find a ditch
And throw yourself in it ’cause that’s how I’m living
When I get in my feelings, I make niggas feel it
When I hit yo lil’ bitch, I put dick in her kidneys
On a date with my new ho, I took her to Wendy’s
We ain’t going in, get that shit from the window
Take that ho through the drive-thru
Keep playin’ me like a ho, we gon’ slide through
It’s cool, I’ma let you act up on the internet
Let’s see you niggas act tough when I find you
Bitch ass nigga and umm…

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me, huh?
Nah, bitch (Fuck)
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Let’s go, bitch
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Oh, no, bitch (I wish the fuck I would let a bitch ass nigga stop this shit)
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me (Or a bitch, can’t no bitch or no bitch ass nigga stop this shit, dawg)
Bitch, you know ain’t no stopping no nigga like me

[Outro]
Baby, on Baby, on motherfuckin’ Baby, nigga
Let’s get it

Adam Snow – 9 To 5 Lyrics (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Tedy Andreas)

[Intro]
For me the saddest thing when I see young people that have already like, given in, yeah I’m like, yeah, that’s the time you fight, that’s the time you should try and fail and try again and then it’s like, when you get you’re old, you’re like, at least I tried, didn’t work out, you know, so I said, “Look man I’m gonna go for it and if I end up [bleep] broke or poor, whatever, then f**k it, man, at least I tried, you know.”

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
If they stomach with a full clip
Different day but I proceed to repeat all the bullshit
9 to 5, they don’t pay the rent
Sick and tired, let’s go hit a lick
Get it lit, run up, shoot the brick
Put me in the mix, really ’cause I’ve smoked up all my shit, put me in the twist
f**k them niggas and these hollow tips
I forgive ’em but I can’t forget

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Can’t forget, VVS is all that I flex
And
Got a room in the Four Seasons

Smoking Dodi
Throwing things at the
Hundred things in this rental car

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
If they stomach with a full clip
Different day but I proceed to repeat all the bullshit
9 to 5, they don’t pay the rent
Sick and tired, let’s go hit a lick
Get it lit, run up, shoot the brick
Put me in the mix, really ’cause I’ve smoked up all my shit, put me in the twist
f**k them niggas and these hollow tips
I forgive ’em but I can’t forget

[Verse 2: Tedy Andreas]