Don Toliver – Weekend Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ooh-oooh, ayy
Oooh-ooh, ay-yeaah

[Chorus]
I sent her to Chicago ’cause she love to swallow (Sent her to Chicago)
I put her center stage, like this here Apollo (Did this shit Apollo)
She gon’ get way drunk off the whole bottle
I don’t know, (Don’t know what I) been thinking (Oh)
I need you for the weekend
My yellow Puerto Rican
You think I’m playin’ defense
But I don’t who I want to be with

[Pre-Verse]
Ooh-oooh (Ooh-ooh)
So compatible, so compatible
Don’t treat me like no animal, no animal, no

[Verse]
Ever since then, I done came up missing
Way back when I was non-existent
I led you on adventures and your expedition
Yeah, you thought Donny was done but you got one more mission
Compatible, [?]
[?], compatible, animal
[?]

[Chorus]
I sent her to Chicago ’cause she love to swallow (Sent her to Chicago)
I put her center stage, like this here Apollo (Did this shit Apollo)
She gon’ get way drunk off the whole bottle
I don’t know, (Don’t know what I) been thinking (Oh)
I need you for the weekend
My yellow Puerto Rican
You think I’m playin’ defense
But I don’t who I want to be with

Fat Joe & Remy Ma – Dreamin Lyrics (feat. Stephanie Mills)

[Chorus: Stephanie Mills]
Fast cars and flashy clothes
Night life is all we know
This life was meant for me
It’s destiny
Yes, I must be dreamin’, dreamin’, dreamin’
Gets me where I wanna be, dreamin’
Yes, I must be dreamin’, dreamin’, dreamin’
Gets me where I wanna be, dreamin’
Yes, I must be dreamin’

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I kick back, put the key in ignition
‘Cause niggas wasn’t seeing my vision
Got a whole trunk full of white, on my feet is the Pippens
And the loud, make it easy to listen
My ambitions (My ambitions, my ambitions)
A nigga knockin’ that pot dough
What you expect when your idol is Pablo?
I’m Paid in Full as we speakin’
Not Rich Porter, just one rich Puerto Rican
A nigga nice with them heat stand
And got him high off dope like The Weeknd
That means I’m all the way up
A nigga couldn’t fall even if they drug him in cuffs
I’m prayin’ for better days than Freddie Gray’s
Where Lil Wayne and Birdman can hug and embrace
And little niggas is coming of age
Take a wrong step, pop! ‘Cause his mother’s engaged

[Chorus: Stephanie Mills]
Fast cars and flashy clothes
Night life is all we know
This life was meant for me
It’s destiny
Yes, I must be dreamin’, dreamin’, dreamin’
Gets me where I wanna be, dreamin’

Yes, I must be dreamin’, dreamin’, dreamin’
Gets me where I wanna be, dreamin’
Yes, I must be dreamin’

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
When I copped the pink Benz
I swear they started to hate
At 21 some bum nigga cut me right in my face
They brought that up when I caught my case
Bitch I did 6 years, 4 months and 5 days
And they wonder why I’m crazy
I blame the 80s for turning my generation into crack babies
Used to be in the cell dreamin’ I was home
Now I’m home, dreamin’ I’m back in the cell
I went from Castle to Beverly to Bedford Hills
I’m a prime example of keeping it too real
Had somebody asked me if I learned my lesson
Told him, “Actually prison made me more aggressive
I still smack a chick quick, no questions
But now I leave my handprint so she don’t get the wrong impression”
They say all I talk about is jail
f*ck you meanin’ that’s my reality
I guess you just be dreamin’

[Chorus: Stephanie Mills]
Fast cars and flashy clothes
Night life is all we know
This life was meant for me
It’s destiny
Yes, I must be dreamin’, dreamin’, dreamin’
Gets me where I wanna be, dreamin’
Yes, I must be dreamin’, dreamin’, dreamin’
Gets me where I wanna be, dreamin’
Yes, I must be dreamin’

Shy Glizzy – Profanity Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
La música de Harry Fraud

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was big ’til she looked in my eyes
Somebody said it’s pride, with these niggas, gotta lie
I’m way out in the wide, just with a vibe
Got a thick girl choppin’ weed, yeah, just like a tide
I knew that you was fake, though, you shouldn’t have played, though
It always be your day one, one day, betray you
Tell ’em I take cash only, bitch, I got caseloads
My bitch, she get nasty for me, I gotta nail ho
Plain jane cost a bag, but I don’t like to brag
I only bought the Skydweller to make a nigga mad
Damn, they turned the back on me, made that choice too fast
I’m ballin’ like an athlete, now they lookin’ sad

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 2]
Shawty, she a diva, told me her secrets
They used to call me Quisey when I was leakin’
I tapped a lil’ chica, she Puerto Rican
Saks Fifth and Neimans, yeah, that my weakness
Put up five mil’ for my son
I’m tryna put up five mil’ for my mom
Big house on the hill what I want
So when 12 come I can drop the F-bomb
And tell your ex come, she can bring her best friend
If I loan you money, gotta pay me extra
When my niggas ride, they don’t even dress up
We don’t even let you slide in the fuckin’ Tesla, oh

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

NAV – Tap Lyrics

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[Intro: Nav, Meek Mill, & Kodak Black]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I’m in London, got my beat from London)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trap, hang in places that you can’t go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
They tried to extort me, I ain’t pay though
Only thing I gave ’em was a halo
A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back, put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands for real, diamonds on me, they dance for real
All these sticks and drums, banging like we in a band for real
I got cake, I stay humble, know I’m the man for real
I got hitters, we don’t rumble, tell your mans to chill
Yo, who’s mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
All up in my section Instagramming shit
I be with some real hitters, they ain’t with that camera shit
‘Cause they really out here in the field and they be slammin’ shit

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aimin’ at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

[Verse 2: NAV]
They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet, he ain’t a slave (Slave)
Growing up in the hood, you’ll learn how to behave (‘Have)
How we gon’ learn to stack if we ain’t got nothing to say? (Say)
Got a little bad bitch, got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
Gettin’ these bags, we model, I tell the opps it’s up (It’s up)
Got wedding bands but I still don’t got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go, they already know what’s up (What’s up)
I got resources, I could get straight to the plug

[Chorus: NAV]
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Work, work, work, work, work
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon’ let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah)

Macklemore – The Club lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thank God it’s Friday
Got my paycheck and I’m going home
Leaving my job, on the highway, turn up my stereo
Because last weekend sucked
But this one’s gonna be different
Because it’s fucking Friday, I’m getting drunk and we gonna kick it
Then my friend’s like, “Hey man, what’s going on?” (“I don’t know”)
We all know though that we’re gonna get drunk at the club
Get it crunk to the same shit we did the week before
Meet at the store
Free funking in my house
In high school it was drinking games
Bad house parties in Ike’s house
But now we go on the town
We gotta hit the club
We gotta spend them bucks
And we gotta get it crunk
Seven for a drink and fifteen cash at the entrance
And thank heavens Wells Fargo’s got overdraft protection
We walked up in
Yes, they’re spinning R.Kelly’s remix to the remix about a chick and skeeted on her belly
The females (woop, woop) they’re done and there’re plenty
I got two dollars… ah, charge it, bartender a round of Henny!

[Hook]
We’re going to the club, club
Pour me another one, gotta get numb, numb
Hopefully end up with a girl I can fuck, fuck
Oops, baby you know that I meant love, love
Who’s coming with me back to my tub, tub?
“Now, Macklemore, you know you ain’t got no hot tub, man,” tub, tub
Shut up man, she don’t know us, us
Everybody toast your glasses, tonight’s the best night ever
Now who’s getting hammered?

[Verse 2]
I’m on the wall drunk as fuck
Like this sucks, I’m hella bored
Decided to cut the rug with a female, like stellar on the floor
Break her off her stiletto, sore
Thought she was Puerto Rican, started talking
I’m like, “Woops, it’s a honky, she’s just hella orange”
My homie’s like, “Mack, what you tell her for? She was feeling you”
“Dawg, I could peel her foo, this is Washington not Florida”
The white girls are looking for some big black dick
The black girls are all, “Yeah he’s cute for a white guy, but that’s about it”
Asians kicking with Asians
And the Latinos are too beautiful
Wish I could confidently be like, “Girl you don’t know what I could do to you”
Get her back to the pad and probably bust in my pants
She’d be like, “Ooh, ah, pappy,” I’d be like… sorry
Think I’mma buy you a drink? Better find you a shrink
(“I’m rich bitch, psych”)
I sling CDs and grind tapes, bet your boyfriend can’t spit
Get the clit to vibrate
I should have stayed home, I get more chicks on MySpace

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
There’s that sweaty girl (sweaty girl)
In the corner on e-bomb
Thinking she’s in a Missy video but really looks like a retard
And there’s the wall muggers (wall muggers)
That shout just to seem hard
And there’s the ball suckers (ball suckers)
That fight and just seem odd
I spent seventy-five dollars and these drinks don’t work
Who the hell’s this ugly, taint skank?
Why are my friends in pink shirts?
My hat’s too big
My air-force’s were clean when I came here
Now they’re stained in beer
And who peed on my white tee?
I thought this was the spot, I was supposed to get jocked
There’s a dude talking on chickens and they’re clucking for cocks
Funny thing is, we’re all insecure
That’s why we call the bartender and tell him to give us a beer
Until our judgement is blurred and little voices slush and they slur
We getting faded, waking up hungover and going to work
Do it every weekend, this is the life
You better peep it
And it ain’t no secret the club sucks, but do we go?
Better believe it!

[Hook]

The Neptunes – Popular Thug (Clones Version) lyrics

(perfomed by Kelis feat. Nas)

Verse 1 –

Nas:
Yea, yea, yea, yea… /
Uh, yo /
Ladies love what I’ve been through /
Blood on my Timb boots /
Snub noses / club closes down when my mens shoot /
But she can’t stand I’m sharing everything with the fam /
That means them too / Flat screen / Benz coupe /
Plus I entertain bosses /
At my Spanish-style, Lagafell furnished up fortress /
But look at miss thing / in Alexander Mcqueen /
Jizette Bizatti / the sexiest body /
And I / bet you see properly /
Heard how I love ’em and leave ’em /
But she still wanna suck him and eat him /
‘Cause I’m a poet, a preacher, and a pimp with words /
A thief who stole her heart / a prince she deserves /

Kelis:
I should have know by the way that you stare /
Eyeing passes by like your rich but life ain’t fair /
But ya / make my record skip / make my record skip /
Make my record skip / make my record skip /

Hook –

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /

Verse 2 –

Nas:
I take / I don’t ask for nothing /
You fake / I look past your frontin’ / for cash I’m a glutton /
I’m a bad influence yo / have your marriage ruined /
By hanging with me you get ass from some new chicks /
My life’s influent / cash and music /
Honeys I hit hear my song / they get mad and lose it /
‘Cause I’m a s** crazed bastard /
I hit Kelis with a cushion cut engagement ring / We done / that’s it /

Kelis:
I should have seen in the way you touched my hand /
Shuffling your car keys / it sounded like a gentleman /
But ya / make my record skip / make my record skip /
Make my record skip / make my record skip /

Hook –

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug (yea, yea, yea, you know)/
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /

Verse 3 –

Nas:
I don’t mean mug or ice grill / ‘Cause I don’t have to /
My eyebrow shaped like a half moon and I don’t raise em /
The kid you can’t budge him or faze him /
My money’s amazing / Honey, Black, Puerto Rican, and Asian /
What a mean look / me and you / the king is hooked /
Got you the Cayenne green Porsche to push /
They off the hook /
Giving haters nightmares walking /
You smothered by a popular gangsta / perfect boyfriend

Kelis:
I should have heard it in the way you said my name /
While I analyze your tone you were formulating game /
But ya / make my record skip / make my record skip /
Make my record skip / make my record skip

Hook –

Kelis (Nas):
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
I woulda never talked to you if I’da known you was a popular thug /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /
Hey, popular thug (your damn right) /

Young Thug – Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Back to back
Ooh, ooh
Yee!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundred racks on right now
What the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout, lil’ bitty bitch?
I got bitches tryna fuck me, tryna suck me
Tryna meet me, I don’t need money, they’re rich
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I’ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just got a ghetto ho to better ho, another ho
I’m ridin’ ’round Mexico with litty
Pull up to your hood wit a busted up brick
We ain’t playin’ ’bout our stuff, big killin’ (yeah)
I just got a king size box of red bottoms
Spend a hundred racks on bitches
Surf jet just bought me a seal
Act’, I don’t need bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Actavis
We don’t need no bubblegum or nothin’
I just got a real pint of Act’
We ain’t need bubblegum or no-nothin’, yeah, uh
Kibbles ‘n Bits my dog ’cause we German, uh
I just twisted a Backwood, I think it was sherbet (let’s go)
Yee-hee, Goyard (‘yard)
Yee-hee, let’s have a money war (yah)
Yee-hee, see me hidden in the dark (yah)
Yee-hee, my niggas, we lovin’ this war
(My niggas, we lovin’ this war)
Yee-hee, I forgot about superstardom (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, I take my dog’s charge (yeah, yeah)
Yee-hee, make me pull your dog card
Yee-yee, and the ‘ting go bad up (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
Let’s go up (let’s go up), we can go up (we can go all way up)
We can go up (yeah, we can go up), we can go up (yeah, we can go up)
We can go up (let’s go up), we can get up (we can go all way up)
Let’s go up (yeah, we can go up), let’s go up (yeah, we can go up)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck your bitch for my brunch (woah, woah, what?)
Go to Paris for lunch (let’s go, yeah)
Smokin’ that gas like a skunk (skunk), got a camel, no hump (Lil Uzi)
Nigga, don’t talk greasy, better believe me
You know I stay where the cheese be, bitch, I’m a star like a Ouija
I did not mean to get creepy, diamonds, they wet, need a squeejee (squeejee)
You know I be where the dawgs at, we know you hang where the fleas be (eww)
Automatic where my keys be, I need that shit Puerto Rican
She suck my dick and she leakin’, just livin’ my life and it’s easy (okay)
She put her knees where my feet be, I need a whip that got three seats (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have a threesome, yeah, that’s all week
Don’t want them hoes, yeah, they all weak
Pitch the rock just like a floater, diamonds colder like a boulder
Canary look like Corona, heard you own her, well I stole her
Well at least I’m just a loner, smokin’ gas, bitch, I’m a stoner
He want my swag, he’s a cloner, look at my pocket it’s big, gettin’ swoler
I do not like her, so I can’t promote her
Whippin’ them babies then leave it in strollers
You know she treat the Molly like the coca

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up
We can go up, let’s go up
We can go up, we can go up

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Shh, shh, Scotty, look at this dead man, shh, shh
Come on, we gotta put him in a trash can (come on)
I’m ’bout to run, I was just on a Xanny
Don’t give no fuck, I got a prostitute Granny
I got some girl, and that shit stuck in my vein (yeah)
I’m in a coupe, ’bout to be switchin’ the lane (yeah)
I got a girl meetin’ me right when I land (yeah)
I made it clear, I’ma look out when I can (yeah)
Thank you, my brother, thank you, thank you, pardon me (pardon me)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for remainin’ the same (‘mainin’ the same)
[?] tryna [?] a ho, you a lame
Money callin’ and I’m reachin’ out every rate (yee)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I take molly and go up (up)
We take coke (and what?) we go up (go up)
We got hoes (bitches) it’s ’bout to go up (ooh)
You playin’ with smoke (brrt), it can go up (it can go up)
It can go up (yee-hee), it can go up (yee-hee)
It’s up (say what?), it’s up (ayy)
It can go up (yee-hee), we can get up (yee-hee)
Let’s go up (yee), let’s go up (yee)

Famous Dex Feat. A$AP Rocky – Pick It Up Lyrics


(Intro)
Ayo big bro you f**kin’ with that?
Ok cool
That’s my f**kin brother right there ya dig
Dexter

(Verse 1: Famous Dex)
Pick it up pick it up pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes
I pop a pill then I lose it, wait
Speed it up
Look at the diamonds they eat it up
Grab me two b*tches, I beat it up
They thinking they wife, I deleted them
Aah wait Dexter
Pints in call up Rocky
My brother pull like a socket
Geekin this dope
Yeah I got em
Open the safe you can’t lock it
Sippin that wok yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo b*tch like a Glock
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop
Dexter

Word around word around word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo b*tch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future yeah that’s right on my clothes
Bad b*tch yeah I watch her do coke
Broke as hell I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more
Tellin you broke it’s no joke
I used to kick in that dope
Now i’m selling out these shows
??? on my wrist fendi right on my clothes
Hold up lil mama you tweakin’
Bad b*tch Puerto Rican
Get her off molly she geekin’
Call up ??? we free for the weekend Dexter
You know I’m saying
Like no no no we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go

(Verse 2: A$AP Rocky)
Hold a V-lone
Colour orange mango label roll the reef on
In my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown
When I’m Californicatin’
I got 3 phones
Business,conversations and relations
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a minute, wait a tick
Checkin’ my wrist
Nothing looks fake on my wrist
4 finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist
Talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James b*tch!)
Ha ,funny and sh*t
Fit for the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it, up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My sh*t might go platinum first week
Play that sh*t back and repeat it (Uhh)

Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, burn ’em, need a shooter down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m f**king your b*tch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the f**k can they f**k with the kid?

Famous Dex – Pick It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo big bro you fuckin’ with that?
Ok cool
That’s my fuckin brother right there ya dig
Dexter

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pick it up pick it up pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes
I pop a pill then I lose it, wait
Speed it up
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
They thinking they wife, I deleted them
Aah, wait, ooh
Pints in call up Rocky
My brother plug like a socket
Geekin’ this dope
Yeah I got em
Open the safe you can’t lock it
Sippin’ that wok, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop
Dexter

[Bridge 1: Famous Dex]
Know what I’m sayin?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a fuckin’ goofy though
(Fuckin’ lame ass nigga)’
Ah, wait

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Word around word around word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo bitch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future yeah that’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch yeah I watch her do coke
Broke as hell I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more
Tellin you broke it’s no joke
I used to kick in that dope
Wait, now i’m selling out these shows
??? on my wrist fendi right on my clothes
Hold up lil mama you tweakin’
Bad bitch Puerto Rican
Get her off molly she geekin’
Call up ??? we free for the weekend, Dexter

[Bridge 2: Famous Dex]
You know I’m saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter

[Verse 3 A$AP Rocky]
Hold a V-lone
Colour orange mango label, roll the reef on
In my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown
When I’m Californicatin’
I got 3 phones
Business, conversation, and relations
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Checkin’ my wrist
Nothing was fake on my wrist
4 finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist
Talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James bitch!)

[Bridge 3: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

[Bridge 4: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

V.i.c. – Twerk It Lyrics

V.I.C.
Twerk It Lyrics

Lil’ Mamma gotta ass so fat
I ain’t never seen it twerk like that
So when she turn around and work it
Back it up and dump it
Ask her who she twerkin’ for like that

She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy

Go Go

Clap it up, clap it up
It’s a celebration
Shawty layin’ on the money man
I think she played all kinda girls
Black, Puerto Rican, Asian
White Girl fat ass look so amazin’

Rack it up, ra ra rack it up
Turn around and let me see ya
Ba ba back it up
Shawty bouncin’ in the club, NBA with it
Pop one two cheecks
Shawty bangin’ it

Ayyyyy
Shawty gotta ass like a mothaf-cka
If she throw it at me, Imma hit the mothaf-cka
I got hands but my plans is to never cuff ’em
But we start twerkin’, sista workin’ out this mothaf-cka

Lil’ mamma gotta ass so fat
I ain’t never seen it twerk like that
So when she turn around and work it
Back it up and dump it
Ask her who she twerkin’ for like that

She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy

Go Go

Lil Mamma cause ya booty got swag
I ain’t never seen a ass like that
The way she drop it and she twerk it, drop drop it
And she twerk it make a n-gga wanna dump her off bad

Swag on deadly, why would I lie about it
I throw it in the air so sky about it
You see them grey clouds, that’s the real kush
And that pole you bouncin’ on, that’s the real wood
Now drop drop, drop it on the floor
Shawty ass make me wanna put a rock on that ho
I like a real hood bitch that can wobble for the dough
Shaped like a coke bottle, I’ll swallow that coke, yep

Shawty gotta ass like a mothaf-cka
If she throw it at me, Imma hit the mothaf-cka
I got hands but my plans is to never cuff ’em
But we start twerkin’, sista workin’ out this mothaf-cka

Lil’ mamma gotta ass so fat
I ain’t never seen it twerk like that
So when she turn around and work it
Back it up and dump it
Ask her who she twerkin’ for like that

She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
She say she twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy

Go Go

Yeah
Shawty gotta ass like a mothaf-cka
If she throw it at me, Imma hit the mothaf-cka
I got hands but my plans is to never cuff ’em
But we start twerkin’, sista workin’ out this mothaf-cka

Twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk-twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk

Twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk
Twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk
Twerkin’ it for daddy
Twerk

2 Chainz – Saturday Night Lyrics

2 CHAINZ
Saturday Night Lyrics

Y’all niggas lame for that, y’all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back, young nigga banging back

Then we gon’ fade to black then we gon’ fade to black

I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn’t blessed with ambition so who you gon blame for that
Tried to get off the Act, still didn’t know how to act
Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
Tell my driver when he open my door to take off his hat
Double saran everything so that you know its a wrap
Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
Some of y’all probably still owe me from back
In the back in the back in the back in the back
I had that work right in front of me f**k all you niggas you wannabes
Most of you niggas is under mes, I’ma give ya ass some to see
My car don’t have car keys, my crib got palm trees
Pussy smell like sardine you, need to get up of my lawn please
This a real nigga conversation, real nigga demonstration real niggas
No crystal or hilfigers, a bunch of ignorant lil’ niggas
A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess’s
Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching
This a new kinda kitchen, marble countertops, see through fridge
3 thousand for the microwave, touchscreen stove lil biiiiitch!!
Please don’t make me relapse, make me start back trappin
Everybody in the city, saying that boy Tity done started back snapping

I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let’s go have a bite, tell her let’s go have a bite
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it’s Saturday night, like it’s Saturday night, yeah

I sat in the trap no one cooked at night, i treat my third stripe like its Kryptonite
I stopped serving sacks over qualified, have you ever seen a homicide?
Have you ever seen ya partna die? Have you ever been traumatized
Even at graduation i had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply
Enough of the negative actions, I got my paycheck off passion
I’m wearing 4 bracelets for fashion, don’t think its a race when I pass you
Stop talking that mafia shit, you never met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I’m like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch, pull out a stick when u put up your fist
I’m like these niggas done f**ked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist
Funny how life can put you in the mix, I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for gas money, I look at these rappers like crash dummies
I look at these bitches that f**k with these rappers like bitch you just f**ked with my last homie
Kesha can come get the last from me, Heaven can come get the last from me
Harmony can come get the last from me, Halo can come get the last from me MAMA!

I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let’s go have a bite, tell her let’s go have a bite
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it’s Saturday night, like it’s Saturday night, yeah

AZEALIA BANKS – Chi Chi lyrics

Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

Azealia Banks – Chi Chi lyrics

Hands up, it’s a hold up
Keep them pies hot nigga, pack the heater in the holster
Slip the clip in and pop it, they tried to G me on the quota
I could picture ya noggin’ rockin’, you peasy on the corner
I stretch it with the soda
Whip the cream to the top, pot Betty with the shoulder
Got the keys to the drop top, but I’m in the Rover
Keep them fiends on that clock, clock, came to get the dough up

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the –

Hear my Lexus purr, I just crept to jers
Got genuine leather interi and my texture fur
Icy bezel, I’m freezy and my necklace splurge
Watch me run up on them niggas with that tech and burst
Now niggas wreck their dough for my X and O
La Perla provocateur lace, I feed ’em sex and blow
Chi Chi got it from some gualas in Calexico
Click-c-click, blam, you be next to go

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Sittin’ in the drop-top
Got money in my pocket, drugs in the glove box
I don’t even like ya
(Don’t wanna be nothin’ near like ya)
All of my bitches get money they made
All of my niggas is handsome with waves
All of these rappers is pussy
You heard they be stuntin’ on wax but they really afraid
You a hi-top with a cut on your fade
Harlem shake in the midde with a fuckin’ parade
Told you to put some respect on my name
And stop talkin’ that shit, put that check on my name
Uh, put the check in my name
Weather advisor, we can’t stop the rain
I do not have time to entertain lames
Won’t say no names ’cause I won’t give you fames
Gang-gang-gang-gang, bang-bang-bang-bang
My niggas gorillas and orangutans
Live from the zoo, this the new 212
When I move with the crew, y’all bird niggas can’t hang

Niggas, I be wildin’ for that cheddar, for that paper
Island hoppin’ in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo
You know I’m about it, every dollar on the pay roll
Tell ’em niggas we be grindin’ till the motherfuckin’ day o’er
Bet you read about it, bet you plottin’, bet you hatin’
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get the yayo

Freddie Gibbs – No Prblms (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We been out to ride with that four-five
Yeah
You know the east side gon’ ride
Yeah

[Refrain 1]
Rap nigga you a goddamn lie Goddamn
Fuck a booth I’m in the kitchen, I’ll whip another goddamn pie
Goddamn pie
Hit a freaky Puerto Rican bitch and got her in a goddamn ride
And she got so goddamn high
I’m usually cold on these mufuckin’ hoes but that pussy so goddamn fire ah

Niggas got problem?
I got a .45 revolver that will motherfuckin solve them
Niggas think that they on about the motherfuckin album
Kill them all did everything to put the nail up in the coffin
Call me Freddie Gretzky ice hockey on the watch
Fuck the DEA I know the motherfuckers watchin
Get it off the boat I’m about to chop it and rock it
Time to cut the bitches off and cut my motherfuckin losses

Why you do why you do that?
I can’t explain it that fake shit you know it ain’t me
Baby mama said that I ain’t got no fucking time and that’s the Consequence of fucking with a motherfucking G
But I ain’t did shit but be the real thing
And she know I’m the real and that will never change
You’re fucking with a thug that’s deep up in the game
I don’t do nine to five I just work that cocaine
Thats why they call me cocaine Kane

I got real good numbers on the bricks I ain’t worried about shit About shit
I used to sell it out the building now I ain’t worried about shit
I ain’t worried about shit
(x2)

So I got me a new thing
I’m rollin’ hard, what you think?
That heroin and that cocaine got a nigga folding that bank
(x2)

Goddamn shame Yah
All the rap shit popped underground when I goddamn came Yah
Treat a nigga like a baby boomer
Respect on my goddamn name
Niggas so goddamn lame
I jumped into this shit for the motherfuckin chips
Give a shit about the goddamn fame Ah

[Verse 1]
Niggas got problems
I got an AK47 that’ll motherfucking solve ’em
Niggas think they ballin I’ve been on it since a youngin
I was up at five in the morning on the corners knocking
Call me Freddie Gretzky ice hockey on the watch
Fuck the DEA I know the motherfuckers watchin
Get it off the boat I’m about to chop it and rock it
Time to cut the bitches off and cut my motherfuckin losses

Why you do why do you that?
I can’t explain it that rape shit you know it ain’t me
Hoes lock me up try to take all my paper
But I beat the charge I’m a motherfuckin G
And I ain’t did shit but be the real thing
And they know i’m the real and that will never change
You’re fucking with a thug that’s deep up in the game
I don’t do nine to five I just work that cocaine
Took that dirt off my name name
I got a 600 dollar an hour lawyer I ain’t worried about shit
They found a nigga not guilty now I ain’t worried about shit
I got a 600 dollar an hour lawyer I ain’t worried about shit About shit
Freddie Kane not guilty
Naw I ain’t worried about shit

So i got me a new thing I’m rollin’ hard, what you think?
That heroin and that cocaine got a nigga folding that bank
So i got me a new thing I’m rollin’ hard, what you think?
That heroin and that cocaine got a nigga folding that bank Folding that bank

Whipping out the 5 with that 45
Vice Lord bought it east side gonna ride
Dripping gold nigga wrist is like a gold mine
Probably got 100 years on my phone line
I’m in the kitchen where the cookers and the G’s kick it
And cooking meals where we chopping up a meal ticket
I’m at the table baggin yayo sitting with the semi
I got Diego in the living room with the .50
I send Diego on them bitches hit em with the .50
He about to hit some niggas, fuck it I’m gonna hit ’em with him
I put the kilos on your head I ain’t bullshitting
Summertime drop heads I ain’t bullshitting
Fucking with a vet I ain’t no motherfucking rookie nigga
Bitches hit me with the fake charge had to cook a nigga
Lawyers on retainer, bail a million dollars booking nigga
Devil tried to take my fucking life
You know I shook it nigga

So I got me a new thing
I’m rollin’ hard, what you think?
That heroin and that cocaine got a nigga folding that bank
So I got me a new thing
I’m rollin’ hard, what you think? Yah
That heroin and that cocaine got a nigga folding that bank
Folding that bank

We gonna have to ride with the .45
Ride with the .45
We gonna have to ride with the .45
Ride with the .45 (x3)

Fetty Wap – Way You Are (feat. Monty)

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need and more baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk and
And I like the way you are and
Won’t let you get too far and
To me you are a star and
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Verse 1: Monty]
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Dominican
We could take a trip to the Caribbean
Ain’t her first time, she got experience
One night stand, ain’t nothin’ serious
Lookin’ so fancy, fancy
Prolly taste like candy, candy
Pullin’ on your panties
Got me like, "This can’t be," thinkin’ bout a plan B
You see when I’m whippin’?
Catch you when you slippin’
You’re the one I’m missin’
I just wanna see you, somewhere I could meet you
I would never leave you
Damn you lookin’ perfect
Louis V purses, I go out and purchase
I be thinkin’ of you, put no one above you
Damn, I think I love you

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
I Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need and more baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk and
And I like the way you are and
Won’t let you get too far and
To me you are a star and
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Zoovier!
It’s summer when I see you, hot as hell, you know it, girl
Know I tell you this sometimes, but you know I need ya girl
Takin’ off in the Range, feel like Johnny Cage with my shades
She’s a fireball, Liu Kang
Makes me feel like she really fucks with me
Ayy, put her trust in me
Sharin’ all her love with me
Yeah, she make it seem like she my dream type
Yeah, what you mean like? See this cream, right?
Yeah, he a bitch nigga, get the green light, ay
Pour an 8, baby get the lean right
Yeah I’m a rich boy, not the scheme type
Yeah doin’ shit only seen in dreamlights
Yeah I got bands fallin’ out my jeans, right
Yeah, I’m the man, just take a chance, I will appreciate it
I’ma make you feel good and feel appreciated
I’ma show up on time, she can’t believe it, made it, yeah
And livin’ life so good, can’t believe we made it, yeah

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need and more baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk and
And I like the way you are and
Won’t let you get too far and
To me you are a star and
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Outro: Fetty Wap]
I like the way you are
Way you are, way you, way you are
I like the way you are
Way you are, way you, way you are

Fetty Wap – Way You Are (King Zoo) (feat. Monty)

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need the most baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk it
And I like the way you want it
Won’t let you get too far
To me you are a star
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Verse 1: Monty]
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Dominican
We could take a trip to the Caribbean
Ain’t her first time, she got experience
One night stand, ain’t nothin’ serious
Lookin’ so fancy, fancy
Prolly taste like candy, candy
Pullin’ on your panties
Got me like, "This can’t be," thinkin’ bout a plan B
You see when I’m whippin’?
Catch you when you slippin’
You’re the one I’m missin’
I just wanna see you, somewhere I could meet you
I would never leave you
Damn you lookin’ perfect
Louis V purses, I go out and purchase
I be thinkin’ of you, put no one above you
Damn, I think I love you

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need the most baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk it
And I like the way you want it
Won’t let you get too far
To me you are a star
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Zoovier!
It’s summer when I see you, hot as hell, you know it, girl
Know I tell you this sometimes, but you know I need ya girl
Takin’ off in the Range, feel like Johnny Cage with my shades
She’s a fireball, Luke Cage
Makes me feel like she really fucks with me
Ayy, put her trust in me
Sharin’ all her love with me
Yeah, she make it seem like she my dream type
Yeah, what you mean like? See this cream, right?
Yeah, he a bitch nigga, get the green light
Pour an 8, baby get the lean right
Yeah I’m a rich boy, not the scheme type
Yeah doin’ shit on the Xan and green lights
Yeah I got bands fallin’ out my jeans, right
Yeah, I’m the man, just take a chance, I will appreciate it
I’ma make you feel good and feel appreciated
I’ma show up on time, she can’t believe it, made it, yeah
And livin’ life so good, can’t believe we made it, yeah

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need the most baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk it
And I like the way you want it
Won’t let you get too far
To me you are a star
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Outro: Fetty Wap]
I like the way you are
Way you are, way you, way you are
I like the way you are
Way you are, way you, way you are

Fetty Wap – Way You Are (King Zoo) Lyrics

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need the most baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk it
And I like the way you want it
Won’t let you get too far
To me you are a star
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Verse 1: Monty]
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Dominican
We could take a trip to the Caribbean
Ain’t her first time, she got experience
One night stand, ain’t nothin’ serious
Lookin’ so fancy, fancy
Prolly taste like candy, candy
Pullin’ on your panties
Got me like, “This can’t be,” thinkin’ bout a plan B
You see when I’m whippin’?
Catch you when you slippin’
You’re the one I’m missin’
I just wanna see you, somewhere I could meet you
I would never leave you
Damn you lookin’ perfect
Louis V purses, I go out and purchase
I be thinkin’ of you, put no one above you
Damn, I think I love you

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need the most baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk it
And I like the way you want it
Won’t let you get too far
To me you are a star
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Zoovier!
It’s summer when I see you, hot as hell, you know it, girl
Know I tell you this sometimes, but you know I need ya girl
Takin’ off in the Range, feel like Johnny Cage with my shades
She’s a fireball, Luke Cage
Makes me feel like she really fucks with me
Ayy, put her trust in me
Sharin’ all her love with me
Yeah, she make it seem like she my dream type
Yeah, what you mean like? See this cream, right?
Yeah, he a bitch nigga, get the green light
Pour an 8, baby get the lean right
Yeah I’m a rich boy, not the scheme type
Yeah doin’ shit on the Xan and green lights
Yeah I got bands fallin’ out my jeans, right
Yeah, I’m the man, just take a chance, I will appreciate it
I’ma make you feel good and feel appreciated
I’ma show up on time, she can’t believe it, made it, yeah
And livin’ life so good, can’t believe we made it, yeah

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need the most baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk it
And I like the way you want it
Won’t let you get too far
To me you are a star
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I bring Zoo, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Outro: Fetty Wap]
I like the way you are
Way you are, way you, way you are
I like the way you are
Way you are, way you, way you are

Roy Woods – Instinct Lyrics

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
Brown skin’s all fine
Puerto Rican offline, keep it shorty all fine
Get your badass with me no left goin’ sixteen
Same bag in the trunk
Bitches switch ways now her nigga got it in the trunk
I was for her when you were ready to give her up
I was on it, makin’ missions just to pick her up
Flop an average show right now she did religiously
I can’t trust a nigga or I treat the friends my enemy
You ain’t got sauce like I got sauce (No)
Bitch I got juice, quench your thirst with Ciroc
All the baddies on dat don’t know what I got
No boy, no man could handle my spot
Think you know right, but I’m changin’ a lot
Can’t be no Ma, who you knew from the block?
Wait until you got it then your loss

[Hook: Roy Woods]
With my instinct
Just following my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South

I’m just following my instinct
Just following my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside
Following my…

[Verse 2: MadeInTYO]
Hit me up when you get this
Talk to you girl cause you listen (Hey)
I still love you when you’re bitchin’
She bite her lips when Tokyo switch positions
You ain’t gotta call the Uber when you’re with me (Skrt)
She say she miss her Mother, yeah she from Philly
Rocks in your ear, you know I’m wavy (Skrt, skrt)
Yeah, I’m just following my instincts (Ooh)
Yellow stones like I’m simpsons
I’m just following my instincts (Hey)
Yea I’m ballin’ like a Piston (Ooh)
Tell me what you wanna do
Yeah, I’m just following my instincts (Hey)
Tell me what you wanna do
Yea I’m in the Six, baby coming’ through

[Hook: Roy Woods]
With my instinct
Just following my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South

I’m just following my instinct
Just following my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside
Following my…

Famous Dex – Drip From My Walk (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everybody keep asking me how I get the drip. How I get drip this? How I get drippy that? How I get drip that? How I be fly this? How I be fucking bitches that? They say how I got all the drip? But look

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
My baby she come from up north
My money, it come from the vault
I’m smoking on dope like Young Dolph
We touch the plug down for the cough
Im sippin’ on lean till I fall
My diamonds they shine, they Rick Ross
I hop in the foreign, get lost
(Oh Man Goddamn)
2 bitches they calling me drippy
I fuck them and then we get drippy
My 30, it shoot, Scottie Pippen
Im sippin’ on lean till I’m sleepy
I pop me 2 pills I get geeky
I got a lil bitch her name Kiki
I think that lil bitch Puerto Rican
She chill at my crib for the weekend
3 grams in my Wood like a boss
My diamonds they shine with a floss
My foreign it float like a ghost
I hop in that bitch and get lost
My money is starting to get tall
I walk in the mall buy it all
My drippy it came in the sauce
I get the drip from my walk

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Run Ricky
Straight neck, I don’t do the hickeys
Nigga stupid if he try to stick me
Leave a pussy nigga drippy-drippy
Aw man, fuck it up
All my young niggas they run it up
Can’t leave the room till we add it up
Bag it up, I get that drip from my sister
I get that speed from the fisker
Old heads lookin’ at Boat like the sinister
Young niggas look at Lil Boat like the minister
Just made a 30 while fucking on Jennifer
Dex and Lil Boat, we go way back
Niggas where fools go A-Track
If I bring you a four I need eight back, drippy-drippy
Boat so young she had to hit up Ricky
Dripping sauce, feel it in your kidneys
Young nigga had a real epiphany
Before a nigga had a mili
And I ball like a player
Got a Benz in my lair
These niggas want me to flip flop
In her throat like a cough drop

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

Kanye West – Famous (Uncensored)

Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She in school to be a real estate agent
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

I just wanted you to know

Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know

Kanye West – Famous (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Rihanna + Kanye West]
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

[Verse 1: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

[Hook: Rihanna + Swizz Beatz]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She be Puerto Rican day parade wavin’
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

[Hook: Rihanna]
I just wanted you to know

[Bridge: Sister Nancy + Swizz Beatz]
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

[Outro: Nina Simone]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know

Kanye West – Baby’s Coming

[Intro]
I spit it
I spit it so you could feel it
You know what I’m saying
I’m saying I put my personality into it

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
These hoes is all the same
They all want a nigga hollering out “money ain’t a thing”
‘Bout pathetic as a player that lost his game
How a motherfuckin’ hoe turn a pimp to a lame
See these sheets is like the street you gotta stay strapped up
Cause that’s how these hoes’ll get you wrapped up
Calling you later saying you what she crying about
Put that bitch on now what she lying about
Talking about how she late and how she eat a lot
See she eat a lot cause she smoke weed a lot
Why all the bogus hoes want to front on k
Why the fine hose can’t have one on the way
I prolly tell her to keep it, it’ll be out little secret
Boniquan now my shorty looking fine: Puerto Rican
As long as she don’t flip it tell her man that we creepin’
What we doin’ is all day
When I hang up it ain’t called hate its called [?]
When you get popped don’t call me call Clay
That’s your man ain’t it
That’s the plan ain’t it
When she told me it was mine I damn near fainted
[Hook]
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
Shit I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago

[Verse 2]
Now these hoes run gun I ain’t finna say nothing
She tried to pop my pockets before I even got paid
Don’t trip, this bitch was a whip
You could learn something from her but you might get burned from her
We smoked a couple of dimes I hit it a couple of times
Now she say she pregnant and its mine
I’m thinking she was lying by the looks on her face
But she started paging me like every single day
She said her man going away the judge gave him three
Must’ve thought she was gon’ make a fool out of me
To bail this nigga out all she need was a G
Now she must’ve came to me so I had to change the beat
I said look hoe you must be crazy off that dope
That’s when I snatched the rope then I kicked her on the floor
And all that shit I bought you bitch I want it back
You lied to me return of the Mac

[Hook]
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago

[Verse 3]
All y’all niggas is new with it
I paid my dues with it
Gave hoes abortion loot they bought shoes with it
Say they pregnant who’s is it
Tell ’em you did it
Forcing these niggas out of abortion cheese
Paid a couple of hundred now or later more than G’s
[?] have a kid by a lame ass broad
I knocked up this girl I barely liked cause she bugged me
She ain’t even cute, our baby prolly by ugly
And I ain’t happen to have that baby and your stomach doing [?]
How much it cost to get rid of it? I give you half of that
But I didn’t know that she was on the pill
Needed the money for her hair and her nails
And her cell phone bill
Hoes’ll get you its like getting robbed without a pistol
[?] come up on a nigga
[?] like you not the one cause she ain’t got no proof
What happen nine months later when she was telling the truth

[Hook]
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago
[Hook]
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
Shit I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago

Kanye West – Baby’s Coming Lyrics

[Intro]
I spit it
I spit it so you could feel it
You know what I’m saying
I’m saying I put my personality into it

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
These hoes is all the same
They all want a nigga hollering out “money ain’t a thing”
‘Bout pathetic as a player that lost his game
How a motherfuckin’ hoe turn a pimp to a lame
See these sheets is like the street you gotta stay strapped up
Cause that’s how these hoes’ll get you wrapped up
Calling you later what she crying about
Put that bitch on now what she lying about
Talking about how she late and how she eat a lot
See she eat a lot cause she smoke weed a lot
Why all the bogus hoes want to front ok
Why the fine hose can’t have one on the way
I prolly tell her to keep it, it’ll be out little secret
Boniquan now my shorty looking fine: Puerto Rican
As long as she don’t flip it tell her man that we creepin’
What we doin’ is all day
When I hang up it ain’t called hate its called [?]
When you get popped don’t call me call Clay
That’s your man ain’t it
That’s the plan ain’t it
When she told me it was mine I damn near fainted
[Hook]
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
Shit I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago

[Verse 2]
Now these hoes run gun I ain’t finna say nothing
She tried to pop my pockets before I even got paid
Don’t trip, this bitch was a whip
You could learn something from her but you might get burned from her
We smoked a couple of dimes I hit it a couple of times
Now she say she pregnant and its mine
I’m thinking she was lying by the looks on her face
But she started paging me like every single day
She said her man going away the judge gave him three
Must’ve thought she was gon’ make a fool out of me
To bail this nigga out all she need was a G
Now she must’ve came to me so I had to change the beat
I said look hoe you must be crazy off that dope
That’s when I snatched the rope then I kicked her on the floor
And all that shit I bought you bitch I want it back
You lied to me return of the Mac

[Hook]
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago

[Verse 3]
All y’all niggas is new with it
I paid my dues with it
Gave hoes abortion loot they bought shoes with it
Say they pregnant who’s is it
Tell ’em you did it
Forcing these niggas out of abortion cheese
Paid a couple of hundred now or later more than G’s
[?] have a kid by a lame ass broad
I knocked up this girl I barely liked cause she bugged me
She ain’t even cute, our baby prolly by ugly
And I ain’t happen to have that baby and your stomach doing [?]
How much it cost to get rid of it? I give you half of that
But I didn’t know that she was on the pill
Needed the money for her hair and her nails
And her cell phone bill
Hoes’ll get you its like getting robbed without a pistol
[?] come up on a nigga
[?] like you not the one cause she ain’t got no proof
What happen nine months later when she was telling the truth

[Hook]
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago
[Hook]
Let em put you on peep it though
I ain’t even want to freak the hoe
Shit I just snapped the first time ’bout a week ago