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
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