When he call me, I ride it with siren
Shut a band with 'I got it
All my niggas they start it
Hold the race in my baggy
We are kind for no project
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
Tell the bitch that I'm sorry
I pull up and I ride it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
Tell the bitch that I'm sorry
Tell the bitch I'm out here
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
I pull all on my little ride here
All these bitch wanna party
I got the whores in the lady
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
Cuz if ain't with you ain't no Walter
It's what they keep us on top
I know that hole won't rich top it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
Got more whore and I will blow
Way am I so stone
I came upon to say sorry
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
We ball and bust our paper
Raise your arms I don't '
You got no hoel over your watch
Bitch my diamonds are dancing on and granny my matches
Got clock on and stay on that can and can you?
Nigga try me to do with it like how cut on it first
I'm in that new G waving
What I say when I ball it
Man I'm sorry I'm in a brand new double G's and I'm sorry
I got no mist on double D
And I'm sorry
I'm with your bitch on Miami beach
We're on , apologize to your main
When he call me, I ride it with siren
Shut a band with 'I got it
All my niggas they start it
Hold the race in my baggy
We are kind for no project
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
Tell the bitch that I'm sorry
I pull up and I ride it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
Tell the bitch that I'm sorry
Tell the bitch I'm out here
Both my bitches are naughty
I prefer my bitch 'find it here with no bags on
Most of these say they got it
I ain't on this, I will get it
Ain't on this, now its not for this
Bitch I don't take money on bitches
That's me if sound crazy
This band on this 'but this shit be forgive
Had some big ass chance
Ain't not see me rock it
I keep running the hit
They will not see me clack it
Got a couple tidy on me
Chose on two, I get on three
They never see a Versace I live that life you ain't got it
Half of brick for a party
All my bitches want maley
Triple beat on the party
Look up for Maserati, hundred risk on my pocket
We are here for the project
All they mean, I'm sorry, snash they lean on their running
Fresh in her with the stacking, way are these on my pocket
When he call me, I ride it with siren
Shut a band with 'I got it
All my niggas they start it
Hold the race in my baggy
We are kind for no project
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
Tell the bitch that I'm sorry
I pull up and I ride it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry nigga
Tell the bitch that I'm sorry
Tell the bitch I'm out here
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
A$AP Rocky - In Distress (Feat. Gesaffelstein). lyrics
[Produced by Gesaffelstein]
[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
I'm something out this world, nothing like the rest
Nigga, win the fair game, fuck with the best
Just a kid with the grown men, rep to protect
Since it's so rare so there's a whole land left in distress
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I'm coming for your neck, hey, I ain't indirect
They in debt, pay respect, now I'm coming to collect
They regret what they said, that's when I become a threat
Make a bet that the next time you niggas come correct
This the type of music make a nigga flex
Start so gangster, move it throwing up the set
All the pretty niggas feeling only breasts
And the government are cutting only checks
Everybody stressed
[Hook]
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
If knowledge is power and power is knowledge
And then you divide and conquer, I devoured and conquered
The youth is my environment, inspire responsibly
But they rather drop it like it's hot, that wobbity wobbity
If you ever thought of robbing me, my mob on me probably
I believe this highway robbery, get the fuck out the driver's seat
Honestly part of the problem, you deprived of your privacy
This is private property, you part of the poverty
You forced just like the prophecy, that's part of the policy
Obviously just plain technology, democracy's mockery
My doc made a hypothesis, he said that I'm obsolete
The power of the God in me, no telling what I'mma be
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
I'm something out this world, nothing like the rest
Nigga, win the fair game, fuck with the best
Just a kid with the grown men, rep to protect
Since it's so rare so there's a whole land left in distress
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I'm coming for your neck, hey, I ain't indirect
They in debt, pay respect, now I'm coming to collect
They regret what they said, that's when I become a threat
Make a bet that the next time you niggas come correct
This the type of music make a nigga flex
Start so gangster, move it throwing up the set
All the pretty niggas feeling only breasts
And the government are cutting only checks
Everybody stressed
[Hook]
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
If knowledge is power and power is knowledge
And then you divide and conquer, I devoured and conquered
The youth is my environment, inspire responsibly
But they rather drop it like it's hot, that wobbity wobbity
If you ever thought of robbing me, my mob on me probably
I believe this highway robbery, get the fuck out the driver's seat
Honestly part of the problem, you deprived of your privacy
This is private property, you part of the poverty
You forced just like the prophecy, that's part of the policy
Obviously just plain technology, democracy's mockery
My doc made a hypothesis, he said that I'm obsolete
The power of the God in me, no telling what I'mma be
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
Rick Ross - Supreme. lyrics
[Produced by Scott Storch]
[Intro: Katt Williams]
I just left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house
[Rick Ross]
Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what the stencil's for
I'ma tell you never be with them
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby
Yo
[Verse 1]
Speedin' in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration while countin' my stacks
I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jockin' my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
My deal with Def Jam just set me for life
Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rollin' the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm ballin' tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
[Hook: Keith Sweat]
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
[Verse 2]
Geechi Liberace, I’m rich as a bitch
Charm city boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wettin' niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smilin' I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Island
Panamera with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper
MMde a killin' on Martin Luther James you're a shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught them slippin', gave them a pass throwin' pistols at survivin' gang
Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em
Lettin' young boys *brrrrat* on 'em
Facts, never find me with the fake look
Trappin' little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
Your chick, homie, hit homie on the Facebook
Damn, she hit homie on the motherfuckin' Facebook
[Hook: Keith Sweat]
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?
[Verse 3]
Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as shit
They partitionin' for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he comin' home
He never told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that nigga need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him
[Hook: Keith Sweat]
You wanna know how does it feel
I know, I bet it must feel so real
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel to be so real
[Outro: Katt Williams]
You know when hangin' with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is gettin' to meet all these billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag
And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag
You underdig that
[Intro: Katt Williams]
I just left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house
[Rick Ross]
Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what the stencil's for
I'ma tell you never be with them
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby
Yo
[Verse 1]
Speedin' in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration while countin' my stacks
I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jockin' my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
My deal with Def Jam just set me for life
Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rollin' the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm ballin' tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
[Hook: Keith Sweat]
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
[Verse 2]
Geechi Liberace, I’m rich as a bitch
Charm city boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wettin' niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smilin' I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Island
Panamera with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper
MMde a killin' on Martin Luther James you're a shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught them slippin', gave them a pass throwin' pistols at survivin' gang
Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em
Lettin' young boys *brrrrat* on 'em
Facts, never find me with the fake look
Trappin' little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
Your chick, homie, hit homie on the Facebook
Damn, she hit homie on the motherfuckin' Facebook
[Hook: Keith Sweat]
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?
[Verse 3]
Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as shit
They partitionin' for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he comin' home
He never told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that nigga need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him
[Hook: Keith Sweat]
You wanna know how does it feel
I know, I bet it must feel so real
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel to be so real
[Outro: Katt Williams]
You know when hangin' with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is gettin' to meet all these billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag
And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag
You underdig that
King Los - 5 AM In Baltimore (Freestyle). lyrics
[KING LOS]
Uhh
I wish you all good fortune as well as foresight
This Rollie on my forearm forcing my Porsche lights
Then reflect, reflecting back to that porch light
When it was on, we was on the steps we was taught like
It's so symbolic to follow steps to be taught right
I leave the court like Jordan
See the court like Kid
I seen kids leave the court like, life
I can see the pain of your father's past
I can see the pain that your father passed
I can see your pain 'cuz my father passed
The same pain I had to see further past
Your father had a chance to take you further but your father passed
It's a present in your past
That's present from the presence of your past
It presents itself here in the present
Just don't look past it you got to catch it
Speaking of catching the essence of being caught
Perfectly captures the lessons that being taught
Be it in thought or in deed, Indeed it weighs on us
I’m praying for us, I know they preying on us
Keep no pride in your heart
Let hope rise cause pride pried us apart
Logic and thought consistency with obedience
Time and humble and selfless acts lead the leadership
Lead the ship, be a captain or capsize
Suckers hate cause I up the case like the caps lock
No back space, I'm from the back block
It’s like I hit the space bar on that black drop, ughh
The whack watch but the wise learn
And jealousy will make your best friends' eyes burn
Why turn? Nigga it was our turn
Now a nigga gotta catch the fade like some side burns
The love of money will get niggas on your side burnt
That’s why its wise to sever ties before the tides turn
Apply my ethics, my efforts unmatched
I open doors from my city and left 'em unlatched
Run that, they rob niggas bare face until they face a bear and feel bare look in their face, Uhh
The rare tapes of the incredible
These miracles you can't pencil in on a schedule
Conceptual, exceptional, exception to the rule yes the truly intellectual
Cool introspective of a dude in a confessional
Move, peep the moves of the grooviest professional
I’m blessing you
Seek freedom break free from whatever stressing you
Try to gather the rest without letting em have the best in you
I wish the best for you but it’s probably the worst for you
Shit might not even work for you
Is it worth it to
Be giving my gift if its like a curse to you
Try to write this in cursive too without picking a pen up
Then sign it sincerely yours
The man that has many flaws but master picking his chin up, King
Uhh
I wish you all good fortune as well as foresight
This Rollie on my forearm forcing my Porsche lights
Then reflect, reflecting back to that porch light
When it was on, we was on the steps we was taught like
It's so symbolic to follow steps to be taught right
I leave the court like Jordan
See the court like Kid
I seen kids leave the court like, life
I can see the pain of your father's past
I can see the pain that your father passed
I can see your pain 'cuz my father passed
The same pain I had to see further past
Your father had a chance to take you further but your father passed
It's a present in your past
That's present from the presence of your past
It presents itself here in the present
Just don't look past it you got to catch it
Speaking of catching the essence of being caught
Perfectly captures the lessons that being taught
Be it in thought or in deed, Indeed it weighs on us
I’m praying for us, I know they preying on us
Keep no pride in your heart
Let hope rise cause pride pried us apart
Logic and thought consistency with obedience
Time and humble and selfless acts lead the leadership
Lead the ship, be a captain or capsize
Suckers hate cause I up the case like the caps lock
No back space, I'm from the back block
It’s like I hit the space bar on that black drop, ughh
The whack watch but the wise learn
And jealousy will make your best friends' eyes burn
Why turn? Nigga it was our turn
Now a nigga gotta catch the fade like some side burns
The love of money will get niggas on your side burnt
That’s why its wise to sever ties before the tides turn
Apply my ethics, my efforts unmatched
I open doors from my city and left 'em unlatched
Run that, they rob niggas bare face until they face a bear and feel bare look in their face, Uhh
The rare tapes of the incredible
These miracles you can't pencil in on a schedule
Conceptual, exceptional, exception to the rule yes the truly intellectual
Cool introspective of a dude in a confessional
Move, peep the moves of the grooviest professional
I’m blessing you
Seek freedom break free from whatever stressing you
Try to gather the rest without letting em have the best in you
I wish the best for you but it’s probably the worst for you
Shit might not even work for you
Is it worth it to
Be giving my gift if its like a curse to you
Try to write this in cursive too without picking a pen up
Then sign it sincerely yours
The man that has many flaws but master picking his chin up, King
The Game ft Problem & Bad Lucc - THOT. lyrics
[Hook: Huddy]
That's your ho, I fucked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
Cause you fucking with a thot, nigga
You fucking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
Cause you fucking with a thot, nigga
You fucking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
That's on mamas!
[Verse 1: Game]
You fucking with a thot, nigga
I'm a real nigga, bitch, You fucking with a Pac nigga
Graduated from the pills and them rocks, nigga
Money, power, respect, come through like the Lox, nigga
Fuck a bottle, buy the box, nigga
Bought a Audemar, we don't google, we buy the stock, nigga
Same old boppers, leader of the new school
Spraying on them lockers, no rain gon' stop us
Put the swang on yoppers, flush on the bottom
Gold fangs on the top ones, Lucc game with the chopper
And I'm known for cutting these hoes like I'm the bachelor
They stuck in the hood, I'm the spatula
Told these bitches, expose these bitches for who they are
You a thot, yeah I really know these bitches
Dick is all I owe these bitches for being themselves
She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanel
That's on mamas!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Problem]
Uhhh, I got riggidy-riggidy racks and them diggidy-dam
The piggidy-piggidy face of a riggidy clown
Black out, back out like a flimsy blouse
Fuck a track out, like racing outside, pussies chalked outline
Niggas can't be outshined, out rhymed or out dimes
I'm like Magic in his prime without HIV
(Come on) It's stunting season
It's fuck niggas like gays but for the other reason
Me and Lucky getting cuddy in them other reasons
Period, the bitch bleed then I fucking bleed em
(What?) You fucking with a thot, nigga!
My Compton niggas come with K's like dot, nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell by my tone
A few instagram likes, the bitch swear that she on!
Live hoes from condos riding in Lambos, stunting pronto
Knewing that shit [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
She kinda thick, what's your measure?
Say her name bone collector, that's on the set-ta
354, [?]
She like the way I dress with them 501s on the chill
On our first two visits, now when I fuck her
Told her keep me out the clinic, on mamas I'm 'bout that business
Blowing money fast but I'm standing out them [?]
Super pervert, I'm [?] to these bitches
Feeling like that nigga, back when I was skinny
Before I was filling out them pictures and fucking with your sister
Mr grab diamond ware share of hoes
And if my bitch didn't have a kid, I'd have a layer for hoes
Hella sick with this pimping, my mama taught me how to tell a chick from a chicken
Don't be fucking with a Christian
Diamond Lane banging, ain't hear it then get the trippin'
I'm a king of these thots, nigga, listen
[Hook] (x2)
That's your ho, I fucked your bitch
Hol' up, your face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy, I nutted all on her lips
Cause you fucking with a thot, nigga
You fucking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
Cause you fucking with a thot, nigga
You fucking with a thot, nigga
That's on mamas
That's on mamas!
[Verse 1: Game]
You fucking with a thot, nigga
I'm a real nigga, bitch, You fucking with a Pac nigga
Graduated from the pills and them rocks, nigga
Money, power, respect, come through like the Lox, nigga
Fuck a bottle, buy the box, nigga
Bought a Audemar, we don't google, we buy the stock, nigga
Same old boppers, leader of the new school
Spraying on them lockers, no rain gon' stop us
Put the swang on yoppers, flush on the bottom
Gold fangs on the top ones, Lucc game with the chopper
And I'm known for cutting these hoes like I'm the bachelor
They stuck in the hood, I'm the spatula
Told these bitches, expose these bitches for who they are
You a thot, yeah I really know these bitches
Dick is all I owe these bitches for being themselves
She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanel
That's on mamas!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Problem]
Uhhh, I got riggidy-riggidy racks and them diggidy-dam
The piggidy-piggidy face of a riggidy clown
Black out, back out like a flimsy blouse
Fuck a track out, like racing outside, pussies chalked outline
Niggas can't be outshined, out rhymed or out dimes
I'm like Magic in his prime without HIV
(Come on) It's stunting season
It's fuck niggas like gays but for the other reason
Me and Lucky getting cuddy in them other reasons
Period, the bitch bleed then I fucking bleed em
(What?) You fucking with a thot, nigga!
My Compton niggas come with K's like dot, nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell by my tone
A few instagram likes, the bitch swear that she on!
Live hoes from condos riding in Lambos, stunting pronto
Knewing that shit [?]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
She kinda thick, what's your measure?
Say her name bone collector, that's on the set-ta
354, [?]
She like the way I dress with them 501s on the chill
On our first two visits, now when I fuck her
Told her keep me out the clinic, on mamas I'm 'bout that business
Blowing money fast but I'm standing out them [?]
Super pervert, I'm [?] to these bitches
Feeling like that nigga, back when I was skinny
Before I was filling out them pictures and fucking with your sister
Mr grab diamond ware share of hoes
And if my bitch didn't have a kid, I'd have a layer for hoes
Hella sick with this pimping, my mama taught me how to tell a chick from a chicken
Don't be fucking with a Christian
Diamond Lane banging, ain't hear it then get the trippin'
I'm a king of these thots, nigga, listen
[Hook] (x2)
Meek Mill - Know No Better (Feat. Yo Gotti) CDQ. lyrics
[Intro: Meek Mill]
See I don't even knock these hoes
They don't know no better
For now on I'm gona start judging you bitches off the niggas you fucking
You hoes don't know no rock from no diamond
It's levels
[Hook: Meek Mill]
I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes
Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's
For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls
Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa
Know no better, bitch don't know no better
Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas
She don't know no better, know no better
Nigga don't know no better
Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me
He don't know no better
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki
And she a bad girl like Riri
And she gon' bust it open for a real nigga
Fuck her on a perc now that ho tryna keep me
Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me
I tell my jeweler to freeze me
Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up
Flawgin' what you think, I be driving to the bank
And my queens niggas spent 200,000 on the tank
So it's bulletproof when I roll through
Everytime I come through nigga
I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back
Shit my party was a zoo nigga
You don't even have a clue nigga
You don't know no better
Tryna snatch my chain catch a whole full clip in your polo sweater
I'm a cold go go getter, that's your ho then go get her
Before she end up with some real niggas like us, she ain't bad, won't touch' her
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Wake up in the morning and I'm looking at [a mountain]
Young nigga 5 million dollar house
Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars
Fired my accountant
Bitch want a [bag] what you gon do for it
Meek she gotta fuck me or fuck you for it
Ho fucking [up the brand] you don't know no better
Fuck a real nigga it don't get no better
No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller
D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella
Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the ceiling
Pay attention gotta school these niggas
Fuck a lame nigga then you a lame bitch
Let me give you the game
[Flawgin' ass] niggas keep gold digging bitches
Cus they both looking for something they really the same
I can tell the money don't flow right
New [Lamb but you still got a note right]
Bitch bad on the Gram and you liking erry pic
But she still sleeping on the floor right
Pound, These hoes be acting up
Pound These niggas be green as fuck
Pound These niggas talkin' bout robbin' us
But tell these niggas we choppered up
(I AM!)
[Hook]
See I don't even knock these hoes
They don't know no better
For now on I'm gona start judging you bitches off the niggas you fucking
You hoes don't know no rock from no diamond
It's levels
[Hook: Meek Mill]
I remember smoking dope and fucking hoes
Dodging d's and poppin' pistols on the corner sellin' o's
For the love of Birkin bitches sellin' souls
Now I wake up and I fuck my dream girl and tell her whoa
Know no better, bitch don't know no better
Runnin' round town with these lame ass niggas
She don't know no better, know no better
Nigga don't know no better
Runnin' round talkin like he gonna rob me
He don't know no better
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm with a chick from the hood named Kiki
And she a bad girl like Riri
And she gon' bust it open for a real nigga
Fuck her on a perc now that ho tryna keep me
Pimpin ain't easy, no I see more she like feed me
I tell my jeweler to freeze me
Diamonds they dancing the bezel C Breezy, hol' up
Flawgin' what you think, I be driving to the bank
And my queens niggas spent 200,000 on the tank
So it's bulletproof when I roll through
Everytime I come through nigga
I put a lion in the front and a camel in the back
Shit my party was a zoo nigga
You don't even have a clue nigga
You don't know no better
Tryna snatch my chain catch a whole full clip in your polo sweater
I'm a cold go go getter, that's your ho then go get her
Before she end up with some real niggas like us, she ain't bad, won't touch' her
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Wake up in the morning and I'm looking at [a mountain]
Young nigga 5 million dollar house
Still on that hood shit fucked around misplaced a whole million dollars
Fired my accountant
Bitch want a [bag] what you gon do for it
Meek she gotta fuck me or fuck you for it
Ho fucking [up the brand] you don't know no better
Fuck a real nigga it don't get no better
No stones on the Rollie theres a new sky dweller
D.C. C.M.G. we're the new Rockafella
Two doors on the ghost with the stars in the ceiling
Pay attention gotta school these niggas
Fuck a lame nigga then you a lame bitch
Let me give you the game
[Flawgin' ass] niggas keep gold digging bitches
Cus they both looking for something they really the same
I can tell the money don't flow right
New [Lamb but you still got a note right]
Bitch bad on the Gram and you liking erry pic
But she still sleeping on the floor right
Pound, These hoes be acting up
Pound These niggas be green as fuck
Pound These niggas talkin' bout robbin' us
But tell these niggas we choppered up
(I AM!)
[Hook]
Mariah Carey Ft. Trey Songz - You're Mine (Eternal) (Remix). lyrics
[Intro]
Mine (ma-ine)
Mine
Mine (you're ma-ine)
Mine
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't seem to live without your love
Suffocating here by myself dying for your touch
Spring time eyes that get you every time
And I just can't seem to give you up
You're mine
[Chorus]
You make me feel
Our love would never end
How can I forget
Baby we were the best
Suffered dreams of you all through the night
And baby I can't seem to give you up
You're mine
[Post-Chorus]
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine (baby you're mine)
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
Summer days and summer nights
When I felt you in my arms
Didn't I want you badly
Wanted to let you have me
Autumn days and stormy nights
When you crushed me with your charms
Didn't I need you madly
Now I'm lying here falling apart
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't seem to live without your love
Suffocating here by myself dying for your touch
Spring time eyes that get you every time
And I just can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
[Chorus]
Boy you make me feel
Our love would never end
How can I forget
Baby we were the best
I suffer dreams of you all through the night
And baby I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine (baby you're mine)
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
[Bridge]
Oh
You make me feel
Like love would never end
Tell me how can I forget that
My baby we were the best
I suffer in dreams of you all through the night
And baby I can't seem to
Give you up
You're mine
[Post-Chorus]
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
Mine (ma-ine)
Mine
Mine (you're ma-ine)
Mine
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't seem to live without your love
Suffocating here by myself dying for your touch
Spring time eyes that get you every time
And I just can't seem to give you up
You're mine
[Chorus]
You make me feel
Our love would never end
How can I forget
Baby we were the best
Suffered dreams of you all through the night
And baby I can't seem to give you up
You're mine
[Post-Chorus]
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine (baby you're mine)
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
Summer days and summer nights
When I felt you in my arms
Didn't I want you badly
Wanted to let you have me
Autumn days and stormy nights
When you crushed me with your charms
Didn't I need you madly
Now I'm lying here falling apart
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't seem to live without your love
Suffocating here by myself dying for your touch
Spring time eyes that get you every time
And I just can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
[Chorus]
Boy you make me feel
Our love would never end
How can I forget
Baby we were the best
I suffer dreams of you all through the night
And baby I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine (baby you're mine)
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
[Bridge]
Oh
You make me feel
Like love would never end
Tell me how can I forget that
My baby we were the best
I suffer in dreams of you all through the night
And baby I can't seem to
Give you up
You're mine
[Post-Chorus]
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
I can't seem to give you up
You're Mine
Chevy Woods Ft. Wiz Khalifa & Berner - Dispensary (Tags). lyrics
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Beg your pardon but let me smoke
And my squad they be gettin' that dough
Gettin paid and we smoke
Taking them planes everywhere we go
Don't gotta ask cus you already know
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
Heard you niggas was ballin'
We ain't nothing alike
Dug some crack in my palm, on them cold nights
Now it's just champagne, on cold ice
And expensive cars and all the women that we like
You never had conversations with bad bitches
Who don't need you
Give them the up all night and they gon' feed you
You be living fast, but the pays right
You ain't ready you short still gettin' stage fright
Bout a dollar, twistin' that marijuana
The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala
Got niggas actin' like bitches, bitches realer than niggas
Pussy that shit ain't knew I been hustlin' with killers
Seen so much when that trunk pop
See them red and blue lights and we don't stop
Damn, that's just what a nigga been through
What the fuck you want me to do? Real shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Hoppin' out that mofuckin'
Gettin' out that mofuckin'
I got so much mofuckin'
That I don't even mofuckin'
Why you niggas even mad at me
I'll gladly teach you niggas how to rap
You probably should be mad at the fact that you can't stack and you ass backwards
And that's when something bad happens
You be with, mad actors, mad slackers, you mad average
You niggas lookin' like mad rappers
Pull up in the Porsche, skirt up, smokin' that murda
Illest that you've heard of
Doin' shows with my shirt off
Problems with any of my dogs then they squared off
Hurt all, feelings cus of the dollars I've been getting
Smoking joints with your women
And we all chillin', Taylor Gang
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Berner]
20 grand in each ear
Space Jam 11 got three pair
Weed so strong I don't need clear
My cuddys locked up and I ain't seen him in three years
The world keeps turning, and my girls keep working
Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting
Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick
The rims on the whip all chrome clipse
I'm fly really, I don't try
Red eyes while cooking pies who am I? Dice guy
Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap a bitch trappin'
And I ain't never gonna switch up
I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup
And if they hit us they gon' leave blood with us
Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker
Pardon me for smoking
[Hook]
Beg your pardon but let me smoke
And my squad they be gettin' that dough
Gettin paid and we smoke
Taking them planes everywhere we go
Don't gotta ask cus you already know
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
Heard you niggas was ballin'
We ain't nothing alike
Dug some crack in my palm, on them cold nights
Now it's just champagne, on cold ice
And expensive cars and all the women that we like
You never had conversations with bad bitches
Who don't need you
Give them the up all night and they gon' feed you
You be living fast, but the pays right
You ain't ready you short still gettin' stage fright
Bout a dollar, twistin' that marijuana
The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala
Got niggas actin' like bitches, bitches realer than niggas
Pussy that shit ain't knew I been hustlin' with killers
Seen so much when that trunk pop
See them red and blue lights and we don't stop
Damn, that's just what a nigga been through
What the fuck you want me to do? Real shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Hoppin' out that mofuckin'
Gettin' out that mofuckin'
I got so much mofuckin'
That I don't even mofuckin'
Why you niggas even mad at me
I'll gladly teach you niggas how to rap
You probably should be mad at the fact that you can't stack and you ass backwards
And that's when something bad happens
You be with, mad actors, mad slackers, you mad average
You niggas lookin' like mad rappers
Pull up in the Porsche, skirt up, smokin' that murda
Illest that you've heard of
Doin' shows with my shirt off
Problems with any of my dogs then they squared off
Hurt all, feelings cus of the dollars I've been getting
Smoking joints with your women
And we all chillin', Taylor Gang
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Berner]
20 grand in each ear
Space Jam 11 got three pair
Weed so strong I don't need clear
My cuddys locked up and I ain't seen him in three years
The world keeps turning, and my girls keep working
Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting
Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick
The rims on the whip all chrome clipse
I'm fly really, I don't try
Red eyes while cooking pies who am I? Dice guy
Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap a bitch trappin'
And I ain't never gonna switch up
I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup
And if they hit us they gon' leave blood with us
Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker
Pardon me for smoking
[Hook]
Wiz Khalifa - We Dem Boyz. lyrics
[Hook X2]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
[Verse 1]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle
Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck then swallow
Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow
Throwin money on her like she won the lotto
Pussy must be serious
Scared of heights come face your fears
Do it just like Nicki gon' and bend it over
Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner
Young nigga but I'm ready
Oh, foreign girls call me sexy
And white girls gimme becky
But first I gotta roll this joint, baby hol' up
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy
Number 1, bitch you can't replace me
Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me
You got a ass so fat lets make a baby
Damn, Im smokin weed in my mercedes
Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy
Man they money slim, they actin shady
Im in my brand new car, who wanna race
Ho, bitch you ain't call my phone so why you showin up
Im takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up
Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material
Hol up, man did you see her interior
[Hook]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
[Verse 1]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, pop a bottle
Hol up, hol up, hol up, if you suck then swallow
Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow
Throwin money on her like she won the lotto
Pussy must be serious
Scared of heights come face your fears
Do it just like Nicki gon' and bend it over
Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner
Young nigga but I'm ready
Oh, foreign girls call me sexy
And white girls gimme becky
But first I gotta roll this joint, baby hol' up
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Hol up, hol up, hol up, you drive me crazy
Number 1, bitch you can't replace me
Leave the club these hoes be tryin to chase me
You got a ass so fat lets make a baby
Damn, Im smokin weed in my mercedes
Hol up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy
Man they money slim, they actin shady
Im in my brand new car, who wanna race
Ho, bitch you ain't call my phone so why you showin up
Im takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up
Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material
Hol up, man did you see her interior
[Hook]
Trey Songz feat. Young Jeezy - ordinary. lyrics
[Hook: Trey Songz]
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (We don't)
Niggas spending ordinary money (Whoa)
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)
[Verse:1 Trey Songz]
Your bitch got on ordinary heels (but what you doing)
Can't tell you how ordinary feels
I pull up on any girl and she with it (she with it)
Imma hook her up with other bitches
[Hook]
I don't take em' to the crib
I take em' to hotel suites
Never know which room it is
I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me
Girl, would you like to leave?
[Bridge]
He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary
Ordinary
[Hook: Trey Songz & Jeezy]
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (Uh huh) (wassup)
Niggas spending ordinary money (Nooo)
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Bitch your shoe game and your bag game that ain't it
That ordinary and this fly shit you already know it don't mix
Said why you got two circles on your belt buckle
I said bitch
This Ferragamo, your swag broke, and this some shit you can't fix
What's on my feet, say it with me baby, Balenciaga
Ya your nigga on that basic shit Red Lobster
Ya he scooped ya up and he took ya out
Nigga had you sitting on cloth
Came through Rolls-Royce when I pick you up
Had you chillin' the back looking boss
You know I really got my money on my mind
So I'm really like fuck that bitch
Frank Mueller probably wonder what it cost
But man I'm like fuck that shit
Ten chains on that boosie shit
What you staring at that groupie shit
I'm used to this, she ain't used to that
She in Disney Land with that Goofy shit, wassup
[Hook & Bridge]
[Outro]
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (Oh Ya I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (Oh no we don't)
Niggas spending ordinary money (nooo)
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (We don't)
Niggas spending ordinary money (Whoa)
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)
[Verse:1 Trey Songz]
Your bitch got on ordinary heels (but what you doing)
Can't tell you how ordinary feels
I pull up on any girl and she with it (she with it)
Imma hook her up with other bitches
[Hook]
I don't take em' to the crib
I take em' to hotel suites
Never know which room it is
I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me
Girl, would you like to leave?
[Bridge]
He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary
Ordinary
[Hook: Trey Songz & Jeezy]
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (Uh huh) (wassup)
Niggas spending ordinary money (Nooo)
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Bitch your shoe game and your bag game that ain't it
That ordinary and this fly shit you already know it don't mix
Said why you got two circles on your belt buckle
I said bitch
This Ferragamo, your swag broke, and this some shit you can't fix
What's on my feet, say it with me baby, Balenciaga
Ya your nigga on that basic shit Red Lobster
Ya he scooped ya up and he took ya out
Nigga had you sitting on cloth
Came through Rolls-Royce when I pick you up
Had you chillin' the back looking boss
You know I really got my money on my mind
So I'm really like fuck that bitch
Frank Mueller probably wonder what it cost
But man I'm like fuck that shit
Ten chains on that boosie shit
What you staring at that groupie shit
I'm used to this, she ain't used to that
She in Disney Land with that Goofy shit, wassup
[Hook & Bridge]
[Outro]
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga (Oh Ya I do)
Drinking on ordinary liquor (Oh no we don't)
Niggas spending ordinary money (nooo)
We don't never fuck with basic bitches (that sound crazy)
Rick Ross Ft. Jeezy - War Ready. lyrics
[Produced by Mike WiLL Made It]
[Pre-Intro: Skit]
Sentence should now-now be pronounced I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please. Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your custody be committed to the department of corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons without possibility of parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated
[Intro: Rick Ross]
War ready
You got shooters, I’ve got shooters
We’ve got money
Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do
Mastermind, uhh, uhh
Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga (Dade County)
If money is power, nigga, then I’ve got millions of power, nigga
Hahaha! Miami shit
Fuck with me nigga, huh?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin' niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the MedellÃn
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk
[Hook: Tracy T]
Killas on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war
[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake could see this
I'll never fall for what I stand for
This here for Nando
We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block in so many colored drops
And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more
All right, a nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always talkin' 'bout what another mothafucka said
Yeah, I got that FNH with that mothafuckin' Fendi holster
I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them ki's
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady
When adrenaline get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in his Rover
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to [?]
Heroin and quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch
[Hook]
[Outro]
War ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby
I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga
Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé [?]
Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga
$25 million, nigga
$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
230 acres, nigga
That's just one of the many properties, nigga
War ready
And I'm down to die 'bout that
We gon' ride 'bout that
So you know we ready to slide 'bout that
Cut that check, nigga
Whatcha money like, huh?
It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga
Read the obituary, nigga
Print that motherfucker in [Italian?], nigga
What's a hassa?
What's a hassa?
That's you, haha
I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
Hey Black, kill this motherfucker
[Pre-Intro: Skit]
Sentence should now-now be pronounced I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please. Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your custody be committed to the department of corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons without possibility of parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated
[Intro: Rick Ross]
War ready
You got shooters, I’ve got shooters
We’ve got money
Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do
Mastermind, uhh, uhh
Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga (Dade County)
If money is power, nigga, then I’ve got millions of power, nigga
Hahaha! Miami shit
Fuck with me nigga, huh?
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin' niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the MedellÃn
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk
[Hook: Tracy T]
Killas on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama cryin' cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war
[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake could see this
I'll never fall for what I stand for
This here for Nando
We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block in so many colored drops
And these mothafuckas think you can't drop 'em no more
All right, a nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you mothafuckin' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothafuckas out here always talkin' 'bout what another mothafucka said
Yeah, I got that FNH with that mothafuckin' Fendi holster
I ain't out here to mothafuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them ki's
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady
When adrenaline get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in his Rover
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to [?]
Heroin and quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch
[Hook]
[Outro]
War ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby
I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga
Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire Rosé [?]
Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga
$25 million, nigga
$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
230 acres, nigga
That's just one of the many properties, nigga
War ready
And I'm down to die 'bout that
We gon' ride 'bout that
So you know we ready to slide 'bout that
Cut that check, nigga
Whatcha money like, huh?
It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga
Read the obituary, nigga
Print that motherfucker in [Italian?], nigga
What's a hassa?
What's a hassa?
That's you, haha
I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
Hey Black, kill this motherfucker
Migos - Just Wait On It. lyrics
[Produced by Zaytoven]
[Hook: Quavo/Takeoff]
What’s up Migos, when a tape gon' drop?
Just wait on it!
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
Wanna know Migos is you ever gon' go solo?
Just wait on it!
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that Ion' know
Just wait on it! (x3)
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that Ion' know
Just wait on it! (x3)
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
[Verse 1: Offset]
These labels keep having debates
We put 'em on hold, tell 'em wait (Hold on!)
Asking me questions like "How did I feel when I had to sit down for a 8?"
They bitin' the swag but we killing these rappers
You wanna rob Migo first place (Number 1!)
Put ‘em in a grave, disintegrate (Glaw!)
Blue Benjamins all on my dinner plate
Is Offset ever gonna get on a chorus? (Is he? Huh?)
Just wait on it! (Wait on it!)
I’m your favorite rapper’ favorite
Every rapper bite in, they want a taste of it
There is no secret who really created it
I’m on D block, I feel like I’m Jadakiss
Migos blew up like a terrorist
We murdering tracks and it’s evident
[Hook: Quavo/Takeoff]
What’s up Migos, when a tape gon' drop?
Just wait on it!
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
Wanna know Migos is you ever gon' go solo?
Just wait on it!
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
[Verse 2: Quavo]
They want me to sign to your label
Told them to wait and they looked at me crazy
Three M&M's ain’t shit
No we didn't sign, we ripped up the paper
We know that you stealing the fucking flow
It's okay because I got the antidope
We pulling the string like a jump rope
We got the rap game in submission hold
Came up from a pound of midget now I’m riding around in a 750
Pull up to that bando, just me and extensions
Them pans and them pots like business is business
Feeling like summer, Infinity
BOW! GLAW! No witnesses
My niggas been playas like Birdman and Trinidad
None of you rappers can fuck with me, bet on me
[Hook: Quavo/Takeoff]
What’s up Migos, when a tape gon' drop?
Just wait on it!
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
Wanna know Migos is you ever gon' go solo?
Just wait on it!
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
So you wanna be in this rap game? (You wanabe?)
First you gotta make a name (TakeOff!)
QC the label they hate on it
Young Rich Niggas 2, they gone wait on it!
It’s a new generation, OGs like Temptations
Solid Foundation my Margiela's Mason
My money Caucasian, my dope is Caucasian
My plug is a Haitian so how am I racist?
Like Nike I’m ‘bout to start checking you niggas
You Kermit the Frog, I’m dissecting you niggas
You sickle cell nigga, 'bout sick of you niggas
You taking my swag, I invented you niggas
Call me Einstein, I got the potion
So I know how to get rid of you niggas
DeNada sneakers, Giuseppe sweater
Stop and say I can do this acapella
[Hook: Quavo/Takeoff]
What’s up Migos, when a tape gon' drop?
Just wait on it!
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
Wanna know Migos is you ever gon' go solo?
Just wait on it!
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
[Hook: Quavo/Takeoff]
What’s up Migos, when a tape gon' drop?
Just wait on it!
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
Wanna know Migos is you ever gon' go solo?
Just wait on it!
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that Ion' know
Just wait on it! (x3)
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that Ion' know
Just wait on it! (x3)
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
[Verse 1: Offset]
These labels keep having debates
We put 'em on hold, tell 'em wait (Hold on!)
Asking me questions like "How did I feel when I had to sit down for a 8?"
They bitin' the swag but we killing these rappers
You wanna rob Migo first place (Number 1!)
Put ‘em in a grave, disintegrate (Glaw!)
Blue Benjamins all on my dinner plate
Is Offset ever gonna get on a chorus? (Is he? Huh?)
Just wait on it! (Wait on it!)
I’m your favorite rapper’ favorite
Every rapper bite in, they want a taste of it
There is no secret who really created it
I’m on D block, I feel like I’m Jadakiss
Migos blew up like a terrorist
We murdering tracks and it’s evident
[Hook: Quavo/Takeoff]
What’s up Migos, when a tape gon' drop?
Just wait on it!
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
Wanna know Migos is you ever gon' go solo?
Just wait on it!
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
[Verse 2: Quavo]
They want me to sign to your label
Told them to wait and they looked at me crazy
Three M&M's ain’t shit
No we didn't sign, we ripped up the paper
We know that you stealing the fucking flow
It's okay because I got the antidope
We pulling the string like a jump rope
We got the rap game in submission hold
Came up from a pound of midget now I’m riding around in a 750
Pull up to that bando, just me and extensions
Them pans and them pots like business is business
Feeling like summer, Infinity
BOW! GLAW! No witnesses
My niggas been playas like Birdman and Trinidad
None of you rappers can fuck with me, bet on me
[Hook: Quavo/Takeoff]
What’s up Migos, when a tape gon' drop?
Just wait on it!
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
Wanna know Migos is you ever gon' go solo?
Just wait on it!
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
So you wanna be in this rap game? (You wanabe?)
First you gotta make a name (TakeOff!)
QC the label they hate on it
Young Rich Niggas 2, they gone wait on it!
It’s a new generation, OGs like Temptations
Solid Foundation my Margiela's Mason
My money Caucasian, my dope is Caucasian
My plug is a Haitian so how am I racist?
Like Nike I’m ‘bout to start checking you niggas
You Kermit the Frog, I’m dissecting you niggas
You sickle cell nigga, 'bout sick of you niggas
You taking my swag, I invented you niggas
Call me Einstein, I got the potion
So I know how to get rid of you niggas
DeNada sneakers, Giuseppe sweater
Stop and say I can do this acapella
[Hook: Quavo/Takeoff]
What’s up Migos, when a tape gon' drop?
Just wait on it!
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
Wanna know Migos is you ever gon' go solo?
Just wait on it!
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
Just wait on it nigga, stop asking me shit that I don’t know
Just wait on it! (x3)
You niggas gon' sign to a major or not?
Just wait on it!
T-Pain ft Akon & 2Face – I go it. lyrics
(Intro)
Heh
Oh oh oh
Yea yea
Oh oh oh
Yea yea
Oh oh oh
Yea yea
He he
(Verse)
Don’t nobody wanna live right no more
Everybody wanna live wrong…
And they wanna give up
Cus they don’t really wanna fight no more
Shit’s been going on… way too long
But if you take a look at this
And listen to it
I guarantee that you’ll know
Homie I got yo back
I’m not gon leave you out to dry
I will take you off the street
And I’m gon show you everything you can about it
(Hook)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I ain’t got it we gon get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it uuh
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
And we got it
(Verse)
If I eat ain’t nobody around me ever gon starve
24/7, no days off, a nigga work hard
I know my niggas
My niggas know me
On everything I love cus I struggle real hard just to feed these streets
A real live nigga, so real
You can ask Big Meech (bout me)
You can ask T Money (T Money)
You can ask South West T (fo real)
Ain’t got a whole lot of time (time)
But I got a whole lot of money
Whole lot of women, a lot more love to give
(Hook)
So if I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I ain’t got it we gon get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it uuh
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
And we got it
(Verse)
You see a hungry man is an angry man
It could be hunger for some knowledge, hunger for the truth
So I gotta keep my hustle on, so I can get it
And I out point all the knowledge and that boy he turn to you
One man down, to another everything go
One by one, the whole world will know
But it’s funny how sometimes the world will make you want to give up
So I tell you now one melody
If I tell you truth make it one melody
So feel free, feel free
(Hook)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I ain’t got it we gon get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it uuh
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
If I got then you got it (and we got it)
And we got it
Future - Move That Dope (Feat. Pharrell, Pusha T & Casino). lyrics
[Produced by Mike WiLL Made It]
[Intro: Pusha T]
Real dope dealers forreal!
Haha! Hahaha
[Hook: Future] (x2)
Young nigga move that dope (x2)
They move that dope, they move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
They move that dope, they move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
[Verse 1: Future]
Whippin' the yam, whippin and flippin' the yam
Turn the whole brick to a Lam
Been rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat
Keepin' it soft like a mink
Gold on my link, coke in the sink
Choppin' that work like karate
Servin' a new Maserati, in a brand new Maserati
That's a whole lot of new money
Snatch it, then hide it from 12
Movin' and squashin' them bells, servin' the rawest of yayo
Beating that china like Kunta Kinte
Whippin' it, whippin' that fish and Parkay
Drinkin' on syrup, I'm rollin' up haze
Made myself a boss, a boss or a plug
Either way you put it, nigga, I'm good
Triple salute, nigga, straight out the hood
Bakin' soda water splash the scales
Fork in my right and my pot in my left
Leanin' over, over to the side, I whip me a four way to a nine
The dirty, the money is homicide and my recipe can't be televised
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Young enough to still sell dope, but old enough that I knows better
When they sayin' it's 42 for that white powder, I knows better
Get it nigga? I nose better, put a smile on the devil's face
Who don't wanna sell dope forever and flood their Rollie 'til the bezel break?
Woo! Fish scale in the two-door that I fish-tail
Fiberglass, Ferrari leather, in designer shit that I misspell
YUGHH! Look at the clues, the J's, the jewels, I'm actin' a monkey
From sixteen years old, I'm whippin' in kitchens, fuckin' my junkies
Pablo, Versace way before Migos
My dinner plates, no silverware, all you niggas my E-hoes
Toss a kilo like a free throw, crack house, it had the peephole
Made it through to the other side, now nothin's big as my ego, Push
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pharrell]
Me, I try to leave the best for later
But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator
The old Skateboard P, that's your favorite
Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked
Frequency high, like a spaceship
She say that she like it and she's been exposed
The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes
That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo
I know guerrillas with the triggers that's on a banana clip
And packin' with the biggest missiles
These niggas is knocking over vehicles
These niggas ain't waitin' just to see niggas
These niggas ain't tryna hear plea niggas
These niggas like choppin' down trees, niggas
These niggas 1-2-3 and they squeeze, niggas
These niggas hit the weed then they leave niggas
Gee, nigga
If you got two hoes, you need to let one go
Two Lambos, you need to let one go
All these drones while y'all smoke dro
Never honest, guy, I'm tryna let y'all know
Ain't no standards, I'ma set one though
Big ass bag but no man sandals
All that war, we need to let that go
That boom business, I'ma get that ho
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Casino]
Young nigga got that coke, whip that dope like a batter
How you think about that coupe, with no roof? Young nigga cashed out
Pass me the purp, pass me the zan, young nigga 'bout to pass out
12 jump from behind her, I got some in the car, young nigga 'bout to smash out
Migo hit that line, say he got some bricks, young fresh, 'bout to buy 'em out
QuikTrip 'round the corner, dropped a nine
Got the J's in the hood tryna smoke a line
Cocaine, cocaine cowboy, like Mickey Munday
Take over the project, whip a line, me no wait
I keep a 45 in my coat, while I'm servin' dope
J's in my hood smoke that crack, say it give 'em hope
Serve a nigga whole brick, he hopin' that it come and go
Young nigga turnt up, spend that money with Casino!
[Hook]
[Intro: Pusha T]
Real dope dealers forreal!
Haha! Hahaha
[Hook: Future] (x2)
Young nigga move that dope (x2)
They move that dope, they move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
They move that dope, they move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
[Verse 1: Future]
Whippin' the yam, whippin and flippin' the yam
Turn the whole brick to a Lam
Been rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat
Keepin' it soft like a mink
Gold on my link, coke in the sink
Choppin' that work like karate
Servin' a new Maserati, in a brand new Maserati
That's a whole lot of new money
Snatch it, then hide it from 12
Movin' and squashin' them bells, servin' the rawest of yayo
Beating that china like Kunta Kinte
Whippin' it, whippin' that fish and Parkay
Drinkin' on syrup, I'm rollin' up haze
Made myself a boss, a boss or a plug
Either way you put it, nigga, I'm good
Triple salute, nigga, straight out the hood
Bakin' soda water splash the scales
Fork in my right and my pot in my left
Leanin' over, over to the side, I whip me a four way to a nine
The dirty, the money is homicide and my recipe can't be televised
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Young enough to still sell dope, but old enough that I knows better
When they sayin' it's 42 for that white powder, I knows better
Get it nigga? I nose better, put a smile on the devil's face
Who don't wanna sell dope forever and flood their Rollie 'til the bezel break?
Woo! Fish scale in the two-door that I fish-tail
Fiberglass, Ferrari leather, in designer shit that I misspell
YUGHH! Look at the clues, the J's, the jewels, I'm actin' a monkey
From sixteen years old, I'm whippin' in kitchens, fuckin' my junkies
Pablo, Versace way before Migos
My dinner plates, no silverware, all you niggas my E-hoes
Toss a kilo like a free throw, crack house, it had the peephole
Made it through to the other side, now nothin's big as my ego, Push
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pharrell]
Me, I try to leave the best for later
But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator
The old Skateboard P, that's your favorite
Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked
Frequency high, like a spaceship
She say that she like it and she's been exposed
The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes
That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo
I know guerrillas with the triggers that's on a banana clip
And packin' with the biggest missiles
These niggas is knocking over vehicles
These niggas ain't waitin' just to see niggas
These niggas ain't tryna hear plea niggas
These niggas like choppin' down trees, niggas
These niggas 1-2-3 and they squeeze, niggas
These niggas hit the weed then they leave niggas
Gee, nigga
If you got two hoes, you need to let one go
Two Lambos, you need to let one go
All these drones while y'all smoke dro
Never honest, guy, I'm tryna let y'all know
Ain't no standards, I'ma set one though
Big ass bag but no man sandals
All that war, we need to let that go
That boom business, I'ma get that ho
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Casino]
Young nigga got that coke, whip that dope like a batter
How you think about that coupe, with no roof? Young nigga cashed out
Pass me the purp, pass me the zan, young nigga 'bout to pass out
12 jump from behind her, I got some in the car, young nigga 'bout to smash out
Migo hit that line, say he got some bricks, young fresh, 'bout to buy 'em out
QuikTrip 'round the corner, dropped a nine
Got the J's in the hood tryna smoke a line
Cocaine, cocaine cowboy, like Mickey Munday
Take over the project, whip a line, me no wait
I keep a 45 in my coat, while I'm servin' dope
J's in my hood smoke that crack, say it give 'em hope
Serve a nigga whole brick, he hopin' that it come and go
Young nigga turnt up, spend that money with Casino!
[Hook]
T.I. - Hell You Saying (Feat. Iggy Azalea, Young Dro & Travi$ Scott). lyrics
[Hook: T.I]
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?
Nigga hell you sayin'?
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I make rainy days, it's a drought for you
Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
Crazy money, insane asylum
Boss Chase, got her taxes filed
And then I blow the rest while I’m at Saks shopping
Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
Changing your currency to dollars
It's Iggy bitch, and this boss shit
Where the pounds at?
No trending topic
[Hook: T.I.]
[Verse 2: T.I.]
All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin'
I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator button
Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me [?]
You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
Bein' broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
This nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?
I'm in a mothafuckin' socket, can't unplug it
Think I'm mothafuckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me
Bitch I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack
Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
Break it down into O's, sell quarters of those
If I ain't got it on me, it's some more at the store
I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city
Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot
[Hook: T.I]
[Verse 3: Young Dro]
We got them niggas over there dead
Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head
New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet
Your broad late, kinda on cause I had that
She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
I had a dick marathon and she ran that
Lapped that, after that, when her care better
Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
Fuck them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga
Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' niggas
Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga
I do the impossible like I oughta do
And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
Out!
[Verse 4: Travi$ Scott]
I left my passport overseas
Where it get dark after 3
Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee
Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze
Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick
Left that mothafucka's home covered in my kids
She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin'
Smoke the piece with little coffee
Fresh as hell, no coffin'
I let her talk the shit
Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit
Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
Mind so big, gettin' lost and shit
Bossin', hit the club they hear caution
Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous
High as hell, hittin' commas
I’m raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy
I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it
I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me
[Hook: T.I.]
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
Tell that nigga "You a mothafuckin' lie"
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you thought? Fuck you thought?
Nigga hell you sayin'? Nigga hell you sayin'?
Fuck you talm 'bout? Fuck you talm 'bout?
Nigga hell you sayin'?
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I make rainy days, it's a drought for you
Y'all ain't crusin' my altitude
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
All over the lettuce like Thousand Island
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
Crazy money, insane asylum
Boss Chase, got her taxes filed
And then I blow the rest while I’m at Saks shopping
Amsterdam, Germany and Holland
Changing your currency to dollars
It's Iggy bitch, and this boss shit
Where the pounds at?
No trending topic
[Hook: T.I.]
[Verse 2: T.I.]
All I talk is money, ye ain't got it, ain't nothin'
I'm on the grind, shinin' like an elevator button
Wanna talk? Nigga lissen, call me [?]
You got a bad bitch? I gotta have that buddy
Bein' broke? Nigga please, you can have that, buddy
This nigga say he doin' numbers, where yo math at buddy?
I'm in a mothafuckin' socket, can't unplug it
Think I'm mothafuckin' lyin', try and take somethin' from me
Bitch I'm plugged to the max, pay a dub for a pack
Take it back to the trap, make it jump right back
Break it down into O's, sell quarters of those
If I ain't got it on me, it's some more at the store
I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city
Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
Just know Hustle Gang thug a hella lot
[Hook: T.I]
[Verse 3: Young Dro]
We got them niggas over there dead
Coupe Benz, no roof, I'm without head
New shoes, you ain't got this pair yet
Your broad late, kinda on cause I had that
She in the driveway, tryna fix her hair back
I had a dick marathon and she ran that
Lapped that, after that, when her care better
Killed her with the pole, then let her hang half mast
Fuck them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I ain't gotta go get a nigga
Trap Biggie, on track verbally killin' niggas
Sick flow, might need Penicillin, nigga
I do the impossible like I oughta do
And y'all pussy niggas smaller than a molecule
Out!
[Verse 4: Travi$ Scott]
I left my passport overseas
Where it get dark after 3
Never leave the house 'less I'm awfully flee
Always leave the show with somethin' soft to squeeze
Take a little dab of this, a little drag of this
Then she reached down my pants, grabbed my shaggy dick
Left that mothafucka's home covered in my kids
She bossy, get this grip, straight flossin'
Smoke the piece with little coffee
Fresh as hell, no coffin'
I let her talk the shit
Leave the crib, can't walk for shit shit
Buck the dome, Milwaukee shit
Mind so big, gettin' lost and shit
Bossin', hit the club they hear caution
Drunk as hell feelin' nauseous
High as hell, hittin' commas
I’m raunchy, your niggas rock Givenchy
I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta wear it
I ain't gotta pay it cause you know it don't cost me
[Hook: T.I.]
2 Chainz Feat Skooly -IMA DOG. lyrics
Okay you know that I'm illy, my home is worth a milli'
My flow is 'bout money, and I still ain't got no ceilings
If I get a deally, it's no big deally
Cause I'ma ride your bitch and I'ma pop a fuckin' wheelie
Yeah I got flavor, I'm about paper
Doin' me daily, that's a mothafuckin' favor
And I got acres, I never met my neighbors
Got her on the D and I ain't talkin' 'bout Decatur
This that yellow paper, yeah I'm talkin' murder
From the South side, where all my niggas server
All my niggas workers, they know how to get it
See I'ma dog, come in your yard and take a shit
First I fuck her, then I feed her
I'ma dog her, then I leave her
Off the chain, I'm off the leash
I do my thang, it ain't no secret
I'm the man
Would you believe it?
I do my thang
It ain't no secret
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma ball
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog
I'ma dog, I'ma ball, I'ma, I'ma ball
Dreads underneath my skully, name brand on my skully
Two bad bitches ridin' with me, still tryna fight, they buddies
Still sippin' on that muddy, still tryna get this money
Niggas start tryna fuck with me, niggas gon' leave here dirty
Niggas gon' leave here buried, niggas gon' leave in a hurry
A nigga start tryna fuck with me, a nigga gon' leave here early
I put the work out like recess, big feet on my car, T-Rex
I pull a titty out like eject, my shirt, nigga right in a v-neck
You know that I rock with the DJ's and me and your ho and my ho is on 3-way
I'm killin' these niggas like over and over and over, instant replay
My dog just caught a 30, I dug a hole out in public
Got 30 rounds in my 223, when I ride with my dog, we thuggin'
First I fuck her, then I feed her
I'ma dog her, then I leave her
Off the chain, I'm off the leash
I do my thang, it ain't no secret
I'm the man
Would you believe it?
I do my thang
It ain't no secret
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma ball
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog
I'ma dog, I'ma ball, I'ma, I'ma ball
My flow is 'bout money, and I still ain't got no ceilings
If I get a deally, it's no big deally
Cause I'ma ride your bitch and I'ma pop a fuckin' wheelie
Yeah I got flavor, I'm about paper
Doin' me daily, that's a mothafuckin' favor
And I got acres, I never met my neighbors
Got her on the D and I ain't talkin' 'bout Decatur
This that yellow paper, yeah I'm talkin' murder
From the South side, where all my niggas server
All my niggas workers, they know how to get it
See I'ma dog, come in your yard and take a shit
First I fuck her, then I feed her
I'ma dog her, then I leave her
Off the chain, I'm off the leash
I do my thang, it ain't no secret
I'm the man
Would you believe it?
I do my thang
It ain't no secret
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma ball
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog
I'ma dog, I'ma ball, I'ma, I'ma ball
Dreads underneath my skully, name brand on my skully
Two bad bitches ridin' with me, still tryna fight, they buddies
Still sippin' on that muddy, still tryna get this money
Niggas start tryna fuck with me, niggas gon' leave here dirty
Niggas gon' leave here buried, niggas gon' leave in a hurry
A nigga start tryna fuck with me, a nigga gon' leave here early
I put the work out like recess, big feet on my car, T-Rex
I pull a titty out like eject, my shirt, nigga right in a v-neck
You know that I rock with the DJ's and me and your ho and my ho is on 3-way
I'm killin' these niggas like over and over and over, instant replay
My dog just caught a 30, I dug a hole out in public
Got 30 rounds in my 223, when I ride with my dog, we thuggin'
First I fuck her, then I feed her
I'ma dog her, then I leave her
Off the chain, I'm off the leash
I do my thang, it ain't no secret
I'm the man
Would you believe it?
I do my thang
It ain't no secret
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma ball
I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog
I'ma dog, I'ma ball, I'ma, I'ma ball
Wale ft Rick Ross, Fat Trel & Young Thug - Clappers (Remix). lyrics
[Intro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy on the beat, HS87 the plug
You know MMG in the street so them real niggas showin love
We ain’t throwin up no ones
Like we movin in, we came with bags
Folarin said no hands, let me see you clap!
[Hook: Wale]
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol’ butt
Oh Yeah!!!
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Real niggas gon clap, I’m still holdin on my strap
Real hoes act right and all these fake hoes get left
All I want is that check, smell this Bel Air on my breath
Rich forever my set, that mean I can’t sleep with no debt
Wale my nigga, workin tight on all that we rep
Walkin round my new estate like I’m the king of Zair
Mastermind right here, I got 30 rounds right here
Know I burn it down right here
Niggas be certified round here
Kilo 35 round here, nigga gon tear him down right here
Half a mill in one night, I’m the king of the diamonds right here
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wale]
I said clap clap clap it to the front, girl is yo back stroking?
Clap clap, I think I’m bout to front you on the back of something
Clap clap clap, matter fact, most times I be the cause of that
Show me where yo baddest bitch, I’ll show where you lost her at
2 Rolex like 40 stacks
May just go and floss it back
I just lost 2 rendez-vous
My broad said she could take awful much
I’ve been where sheik be
But junior, that’s happened on it
Fly be where sheik bees
Shout out to Chase and Zackie
There go jazzy spinners, supper clubbin 87
Animals be cross-breeding, now they see my minkle dragon
I got it bros and I think yall need some grownup dodgers
I’m thinking my jewel investors, you thinking them Jordan gamas
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
Look, I like a real fat bubble butt
Gucci bag, Louis trap
King of diamonds, DOA
I’m on this stack and throwin knots
Show me tips, I’ll show you stacks
Throw it back, I’ll throw you racks
Gucci bring her on the back
Gold Rolex, that 40 stacks
Bring one back to DC ’03, east street where the border at
My new bitch had to bring a new bitch cus fuck a one bitch, I’m bored of that
Bel Air Rose, Ciroc no chase, little bit of OJ order that
Clappers where my tour was at, I think we need some more of that
Made her twerk or place a work
Couldn’t you wait? Yall here to fuck
TIV, I did it first, vice m D, make em hurt
Shawty got a big ol butt, that’s what’s up
I wanna touch but for how much? I got enough
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Big butt bitch
You wanna drop it, shake yo big butt bitch
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Is that for me?
Want it big, I just really want this really see?
Don’t let that go, let let let me do it
Do what yall doin but we do it
Do what yall doin but we do it
I’ll let ya do it
Clap it clap it clap it clap it let’s grab it
Wale want you to do it
Thugger want you to do it
Hit Boy want you to do it
Fat Trel want you to do it
Ricky want you to do it
I see you want to do it
Meetchi want you to do it
All the skripas please do it
[Hook]
Hit-Boy on the beat, HS87 the plug
You know MMG in the street so them real niggas showin love
We ain’t throwin up no ones
Like we movin in, we came with bags
Folarin said no hands, let me see you clap!
[Hook: Wale]
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Clappers to the front, front, front, front
Shawty got a big ol’ butt
Oh Yeah!!!
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Real niggas gon clap, I’m still holdin on my strap
Real hoes act right and all these fake hoes get left
All I want is that check, smell this Bel Air on my breath
Rich forever my set, that mean I can’t sleep with no debt
Wale my nigga, workin tight on all that we rep
Walkin round my new estate like I’m the king of Zair
Mastermind right here, I got 30 rounds right here
Know I burn it down right here
Niggas be certified round here
Kilo 35 round here, nigga gon tear him down right here
Half a mill in one night, I’m the king of the diamonds right here
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wale]
I said clap clap clap it to the front, girl is yo back stroking?
Clap clap, I think I’m bout to front you on the back of something
Clap clap clap, matter fact, most times I be the cause of that
Show me where yo baddest bitch, I’ll show where you lost her at
2 Rolex like 40 stacks
May just go and floss it back
I just lost 2 rendez-vous
My broad said she could take awful much
I’ve been where sheik be
But junior, that’s happened on it
Fly be where sheik bees
Shout out to Chase and Zackie
There go jazzy spinners, supper clubbin 87
Animals be cross-breeding, now they see my minkle dragon
I got it bros and I think yall need some grownup dodgers
I’m thinking my jewel investors, you thinking them Jordan gamas
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
Look, I like a real fat bubble butt
Gucci bag, Louis trap
King of diamonds, DOA
I’m on this stack and throwin knots
Show me tips, I’ll show you stacks
Throw it back, I’ll throw you racks
Gucci bring her on the back
Gold Rolex, that 40 stacks
Bring one back to DC ’03, east street where the border at
My new bitch had to bring a new bitch cus fuck a one bitch, I’m bored of that
Bel Air Rose, Ciroc no chase, little bit of OJ order that
Clappers where my tour was at, I think we need some more of that
Made her twerk or place a work
Couldn’t you wait? Yall here to fuck
TIV, I did it first, vice m D, make em hurt
Shawty got a big ol butt, that’s what’s up
I wanna touch but for how much? I got enough
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Big butt bitch
You wanna drop it, shake yo big butt bitch
Back it up, back it up, back it up
Is that for me?
Want it big, I just really want this really see?
Don’t let that go, let let let me do it
Do what yall doin but we do it
Do what yall doin but we do it
I’ll let ya do it
Clap it clap it clap it clap it let’s grab it
Wale want you to do it
Thugger want you to do it
Hit Boy want you to do it
Fat Trel want you to do it
Ricky want you to do it
I see you want to do it
Meetchi want you to do it
All the skripas please do it
[Hook]
Rick Ross - Oyster Perpetual. lyrics
[Produced by Dav and Don]
[Intro]
In this game it's all about timin'
It's all about your movement
Ours is oyster perpetual
Swiss, so accurate
Presidential
The dirty niggas, right?
[Verse]
I'm smokin' to the face, I'm floatin' outer space
Hermes house shoes, gettin' straight to the cake
Hundred bottles, chicks stare, it's Aristotle
As I money launder, laundromats on every corner
Coin operated like them boys out in Vegas
Beatin' fed cases like reprimandin' these fifth graders
Skip the Phys Ed, and yoga, bipolar
Get the big bread, so focused I'm bifocal
Two women, Twin Towers, I'm hittin' sour
Second innin', grape Swishas, they're Drake's bitches
But that's my nigga, share bitches, we big business
Real niggas, gettin' money, we splittin' millions
Condominiums, brick or key, fickle V
Get the thickest bitch out of King of Diamonds to tickle me
I got a lickin' fee, 68, I'm diggin' deep
Pull the yachts out, Bel Air, Virginia Key
I'm on err' tackle, errwhere, Brian Urlacher
Err dollar, underneath my girl urr mattress
[Outro]
I'm nice with it, nigga
MasterMind, March 4th
Streets are mine
Black bottle boys
Haha, Ciroc lifestyle
Double M
See you real soon, niggas
Hahaha
[Intro]
In this game it's all about timin'
It's all about your movement
Ours is oyster perpetual
Swiss, so accurate
Presidential
The dirty niggas, right?
[Verse]
I'm smokin' to the face, I'm floatin' outer space
Hermes house shoes, gettin' straight to the cake
Hundred bottles, chicks stare, it's Aristotle
As I money launder, laundromats on every corner
Coin operated like them boys out in Vegas
Beatin' fed cases like reprimandin' these fifth graders
Skip the Phys Ed, and yoga, bipolar
Get the big bread, so focused I'm bifocal
Two women, Twin Towers, I'm hittin' sour
Second innin', grape Swishas, they're Drake's bitches
But that's my nigga, share bitches, we big business
Real niggas, gettin' money, we splittin' millions
Condominiums, brick or key, fickle V
Get the thickest bitch out of King of Diamonds to tickle me
I got a lickin' fee, 68, I'm diggin' deep
Pull the yachts out, Bel Air, Virginia Key
I'm on err' tackle, errwhere, Brian Urlacher
Err dollar, underneath my girl urr mattress
[Outro]
I'm nice with it, nigga
MasterMind, March 4th
Streets are mine
Black bottle boys
Haha, Ciroc lifestyle
Double M
See you real soon, niggas
Hahaha
Big_Sean-Thank_You_Prod_By_The_Olympicks. lyrics
[Verse 1]
As the crowd dies down, screamin' and appalause
As a bad broad opens the envelope
Lemme straighten up my tie that I worked so hard for
Already got my speech, cause this is my award
Like, thank you for the love and every look I get
Thank you to my last girlfriend cause she a bitch
She never held me down, so thank you for the lift
Cause I know she lookin' out like
Thank you to the [?] flyin' streets where I live
Since before I got big, before they shot B.I.G
Thank you to my grandma for keeping me in line
Thank you to my momma cause she never stopped tryin'
Snatched me outta public school to keep me outta trouble
Paid for private school and picked up another hustle
Thank you for every wrong turn I made in life
Just remember, 3 lefts is the same as goin' right
As I'm goin' down this, thank you cause this is very long
Thank you for this award, that I've just won
If you goin' me you are only with some important
You know who the best is, know it all, craigslist[?]
Hah, oh yeah I stretched out, stretched in
Checked out, checked in, sexed out, sextin'
Hey, I always was the best man
Could never had a bride cause I'm fuckin' all the best friends
Last but not least
Thank you for the rappers who all let me share a beat
Put their verse on it, thought that shit was sweet
Then I put my verse on it and I made 'em sound weak
I'm living off recordin', I hope that they recordin'
AV watch be worth a fortune, Ferrari Lambo Porsche and
Livin' dreams out of proportions, yeah bottle after bottle
But I never left the cork in, and you can't have a portion
Thank you to the devil, for tryna' bring me down
Thank you man to Kanye for bring me around
And tryna cut me off short, and run me off stage
So if you didn't hear your name, it doesn't mean I changed
Thank you to the metropolitan colleges I was rockin' with
Means more to me than oxygen, honestly, on some honest shit
Doin' them shoes, wasn't gettin' money
Still got by though, puttin' in budgets
Hell yeah, nigga, full of Benjamin hundreds
Niggas die young, Benjamin Button
I'm gone
As the crowd dies down, screamin' and appalause
As a bad broad opens the envelope
Lemme straighten up my tie that I worked so hard for
Already got my speech, cause this is my award
Like, thank you for the love and every look I get
Thank you to my last girlfriend cause she a bitch
She never held me down, so thank you for the lift
Cause I know she lookin' out like
Thank you to the [?] flyin' streets where I live
Since before I got big, before they shot B.I.G
Thank you to my grandma for keeping me in line
Thank you to my momma cause she never stopped tryin'
Snatched me outta public school to keep me outta trouble
Paid for private school and picked up another hustle
Thank you for every wrong turn I made in life
Just remember, 3 lefts is the same as goin' right
As I'm goin' down this, thank you cause this is very long
Thank you for this award, that I've just won
If you goin' me you are only with some important
You know who the best is, know it all, craigslist[?]
Hah, oh yeah I stretched out, stretched in
Checked out, checked in, sexed out, sextin'
Hey, I always was the best man
Could never had a bride cause I'm fuckin' all the best friends
Last but not least
Thank you for the rappers who all let me share a beat
Put their verse on it, thought that shit was sweet
Then I put my verse on it and I made 'em sound weak
I'm living off recordin', I hope that they recordin'
AV watch be worth a fortune, Ferrari Lambo Porsche and
Livin' dreams out of proportions, yeah bottle after bottle
But I never left the cork in, and you can't have a portion
Thank you to the devil, for tryna' bring me down
Thank you man to Kanye for bring me around
And tryna cut me off short, and run me off stage
So if you didn't hear your name, it doesn't mean I changed
Thank you to the metropolitan colleges I was rockin' with
Means more to me than oxygen, honestly, on some honest shit
Doin' them shoes, wasn't gettin' money
Still got by though, puttin' in budgets
Hell yeah, nigga, full of Benjamin hundreds
Niggas die young, Benjamin Button
I'm gone
ciara - anytime feat future. lyrics
I'll be there anytime
Baby I'll go to war
Baby I
Baby I'll go to war for you, in this life
Baby I'll get the scars to prove
(I'll be there anytime)
[Hook: Future] x 2
Anytime that you need
Anytime that you call
Anytime that you fall
I'll be there anytime
Anytime that you hurt
Anytime you're in pain
Baby call my name
I'll be there anytime
[Ciara]
Damn, running with romance
And now my heart is beating so fast
And I've been dreaming 'bout this feeling for so long
Man, ever since you came in my life
My stars aligned, you spent the time
It feels so right, I know this can't be wrong
I cry happy, happy tears every night
I'mma spend the rest of my life
Just lovin' on you, kissing' on you, being on you
Holding on you, touching on you, leaning on you
(Baby I)
Baby I'll go to war for you (in this life)
Baby I'll get the scars to prove
(I'll be there anytime)
Anytime that you need
Anytime that you call
Anytime that you fall
I'll be there anytime
Anytime that you hurt
Anytime you're in pain
Baby call my name
I'll be there anytime
[Future]
I'm your soldier, I'm your soldier
I'll go to war because I love ya
[Ciara]
You're my soldier, you're my soldier
I'll wait for you, cause I love ya
[Future]
I'm your soldier, I'm your soldier
I'll go to war because I love ya
Hit me, I come in no time
I get right on the front line
We the new Bonnie and Clyde
Yeah
(Baby I)
Baby I'll go to war for you (in this life)
Baby I'll get the scars to prove
(I'll be there anytime)
Anytime that you need
Anytime that you call
Anytime that you fall
I'll be there anytime
Anytime that you hurt
Anytime you're in pain
Baby call my name
I'll be there anytime
You're my baby
And I adore you
I love my baby
You know I'll always be here for you
You're my baby
And I adore you
I love my baby
You know I'll always be here for you
(Baby I)
Baby I'll go to war for you (in this life)
Baby I'll get the scars to prove
(I'll be there anytime)
Anytime that you need
Anytime that you call
Anytime that you fall
I'll be there anytime
Anytime that you hurt
Anytime you're in pain
Baby call my name
I'll be there anytime
Baby I'll go to war
Baby I
Baby I'll go to war for you, in this life
Baby I'll get the scars to prove
(I'll be there anytime)
[Hook: Future] x 2
Anytime that you need
Anytime that you call
Anytime that you fall
I'll be there anytime
Anytime that you hurt
Anytime you're in pain
Baby call my name
I'll be there anytime
[Ciara]
Damn, running with romance
And now my heart is beating so fast
And I've been dreaming 'bout this feeling for so long
Man, ever since you came in my life
My stars aligned, you spent the time
It feels so right, I know this can't be wrong
I cry happy, happy tears every night
I'mma spend the rest of my life
Just lovin' on you, kissing' on you, being on you
Holding on you, touching on you, leaning on you
(Baby I)
Baby I'll go to war for you (in this life)
Baby I'll get the scars to prove
(I'll be there anytime)
Anytime that you need
Anytime that you call
Anytime that you fall
I'll be there anytime
Anytime that you hurt
Anytime you're in pain
Baby call my name
I'll be there anytime
[Future]
I'm your soldier, I'm your soldier
I'll go to war because I love ya
[Ciara]
You're my soldier, you're my soldier
I'll wait for you, cause I love ya
[Future]
I'm your soldier, I'm your soldier
I'll go to war because I love ya
Hit me, I come in no time
I get right on the front line
We the new Bonnie and Clyde
Yeah
(Baby I)
Baby I'll go to war for you (in this life)
Baby I'll get the scars to prove
(I'll be there anytime)
Anytime that you need
Anytime that you call
Anytime that you fall
I'll be there anytime
Anytime that you hurt
Anytime you're in pain
Baby call my name
I'll be there anytime
You're my baby
And I adore you
I love my baby
You know I'll always be here for you
You're my baby
And I adore you
I love my baby
You know I'll always be here for you
(Baby I)
Baby I'll go to war for you (in this life)
Baby I'll get the scars to prove
(I'll be there anytime)
Anytime that you need
Anytime that you call
Anytime that you fall
I'll be there anytime
Anytime that you hurt
Anytime you're in pain
Baby call my name
I'll be there anytime
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