[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]
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
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 Medellín
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 Medellín
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]
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