Spank Nitti James – Disappear Lyrics (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

[Verse 1: Spank Nitti James]
Bitch suck dick like she used to be a flip
Franklin, blue, [?] Benjamin, you should be a crip
I know you see the drip, bitch, we usually be drenched
Six in the Sierra midst gettin’ ignorant in the Benz
Them niggas tweakin’ again, that’s some Jesus in them
[?] to slow me down, I’m addicted to opium
They probably gon’ blow me down ’cause I slid and they want revenge
Dear Lord, I bow my head, I repent all my sins
I’m from the real [?] nation, committed I won’t pretend
Niggas wanna be Jameses but can’t afford how we live
I’on wanna be famous, bitch, I wanna be rich (Bitch)
We don’t wanna whip scrappers, we wanna whip foreign whips
Bitch, I’m a real [?], I bet that bitch get sent to heaven
That last altercation with AR and F&M
I’ll pull up to your location wit’ the nation, just drop the pin
If the conversation not about paper, can’t comprehend
Lord and Savior, I need a favour, free my gangsters out the pen
Lord, forgive me for my behavior, it’s how I was raised, ain’t got no sense
Niggas know my face, can’t ride around the H without no tint
Booked him bare face nigga, I’on care if he know who did it
I’m embarrassing all these niggas, it’s carats in all these pendants
My chandeliers be glistening, [?] still with me
VVS’s dancin’ in my tennises, bitch, I’m living wit’ privileges
I coulda rocked the Fendi, I’m finna let this B.B Simon’s drip

[Chorus: Spank Nitti James]
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)

Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far
Disappear

[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, bitch, uhh

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Dear God, make me a bird (Nigga)
So I can get a rental, hit the interstate and serve
Geary nigga sellin’ packets, I’m central, I got some nerve
Black Antonio Montana, my testicles are my word
All I got, nigga, and I don’t break ’em or shake ’em
[?] toss a [?] Christina go wake ’em up
Every time I hit the kitchen, I would Pyrex and raise it up
Mayweather vs McGregor, we was f*ckin’ some paper up, yeah, uh
Shot some niggas in Vegas
I’m tryna kick some gang politics, Lord knows that ain’t stoppin’ shit
Godfather 5, so that black and red what I’m rockin’ with
And it’s big Finball poppin’, everything droppin’ bitch
Yeah, I’m ’bout to make me a bird
Lockin’ up this puppy so my son ain’t gotta serve
Any nigga thinkin’ I left ’em hangin’, I let ’em burn
Tryna flex the game on the K train, they never learn, nigga

[Chorus: Spank Nitti James]
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far (Far)
Far, far away from here (Sky, skies)
Dear God (God), make me a bird (Bird)
So I can fly far
Disappear

6lack – Atl Freestyle Lyrics

Cleary got me f*cked up
Taking out the trash on yo ass
I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
Everything I been through is everything I am
What the f*ck you think this is, think I lucked up
Still down to earth, never stuck up
Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
I sacrifice most of my time
So my daughter can take vacations in bumf*ck

I’m what? Come for mines and guns up
Wanna talk, betta run ya funds up
I’m from the 5, middle finger like I’m Nudy
It’s Mr turn the tabernacle to a movie, ooo-wee
Keep it moving, nothing to see
I grew up eating hot wings and bumping Gucci
On the block ain’t have no OG to school me
We just yelling wassup like Skooly
We hit the mall and we ball all day
I really know a drought, so its blue hundreds in the safe
My nigga ain’t a a Jake, but he running with that K
And you might take a L just for running out your face
I’m still the love doc, hood therapist
My life is VVS, I practice clarity
I practice what I preach
I’m living what I teach
Was looking down now they looking up to me

Cleary got me f*cked up
Taking out the trash on yo ass
I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
Everything I been through, is everything I am
What the f*ck you think this is, think I lucked up
Still down to earth, never stuck up
Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
I sacrifice most of my time
So my daughter can take vacations in bumf*ck

Riding through Atlanta on a off day
Hoping nobody double cross me
Hit up Keisha, "Have you seen Parlay?"
‘Cause he ain’t make it to the after party, aye
Spin the block ’cause its hot, keeping watch
6 o’clock time for Greg Street to rock
(Hmm, mmm, aye, okay)
I use to walk around that corner right in Kirkwood
Anne’s Snack Bar, where the food real good
I was living like a fool, breaking all the rules
Best of both worlds ’cause a nigga went to school
I was rapping like a bitch, singing to your girl
Might be quiet, baby, but I’m ready to rock your world, yeah
(Hmm, okay, yeah, yeah, aye)

Killy – Sailor Moon Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ah
FREAKEY!
Ooh, yeah

[Chorus]
Bad bitch lean on me (Me), like Sailor Moon (Moon)
SRT hit the streets (Vroom), it’s made for two (Skrrt, yeah)
She wanna drink all of my lean, get chopped and screwed (Yeah, yeah)
She thinks my life so cool, she gon’ do whatever we do (Ever we do)
When I’m gone, stay inside, lil’ bitch (Inside, lil’ bitch)
We was off and on, got no time for shit (No, no, no)
No hold on, wipe your eyes real quick (No, no, no, no, no)
Let’s get lost and forget and get high for this (High)

[Verse]
Bad with an attitude, she so damn moody (Huh, what?!)
VVS bust down face, I’m sabertoothin’ (Huh, woo)
She speakin’ to me in tongues and I might be fluent (No)
I’m suited and booted, my head in the clouds, and my mind where the moon is (No)

I gave my all and it’s all I know
When you at the top, you gon’ fall, we won’t
f*ck all of my ops, I hope they die slow (f*ck ’em)
Icy, I’ma frost and my heart so cold (Brr, ayy)

[Chorus]
Bad bitch lean on me (Me), like Sailor Moon (Moon)
SRT hit the streets (Vroom), it’s made for two (Skrrt, yeah)
She wanna drink all of my lean, get chopped and screwed (Yeah, yeah)
She thinks my life so cool, she gon’ do whatever we do (Ever we do)
When I’m gone, stay inside, lil’ bitch (Inside, lil’ bitch)
We was off and on, got no time for shit (No, no, no)
No, hold on, wipe your eyes real quick (No, no, no, no, no)
Let’s get lost and forget and get high for this (High)

[Outro]
High
FREAKEY!, FREAKEY!
FREAKEY!

Steve Aoki – GIRL Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: AGNEZ MO]
Yeah
Steve Aoki
Hey

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: AGNEZ MO]
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
She into breakin’ necks, and then she’ll walk in the door
[?] color ten with the feather tattoo
She don’t give a damn ’bout somebody like you
Headshot, headshot, double-tap that
Round of applause for a bitch who clap back
Bossed little butterfly, best you never had
Au natural, believe that

[Pre-Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: AGNEZ MO]
Jackpot, jackpot, lucky number seven
On a scale of one to ten, you know that girl’s eleven
(Brr-brr) when you hit it on telly
She don’t pick it up while you peanut butter jelly

[Verse 3: Desiigner & AGNEZ MO]
I like crazy girls, throw money on them girls
Take you ’round the world, you could be that girl
You know that I get it, huh, money what I’m gettin’, huh
Diamonds what I’m gettin’, huh, VVS, they hittin’
I’m hittin’ it from the back, huh
I feel like the mac, huh
Tippin’ on that Act’, huh
Archin’ in her back, huh
I be gettin’ them racks, huh
Speakin’ only that facts
Killers with me, don’t ask
You can get that wax
I got girls that’s with me, huh
Crazy girls that’s with me, huh
Hoes that come with me, huh
You be up in my Bentley, huh
Drivin’ in my city
I be wearin’ my white suit
Feelin’ like I’m Diddy (Like I’m Diddy)
I-I, I can get her naked
She know that I made it
Playhouse in Vegas (Yeah)
I take her all the way up
Feel all on her butt
Barely in that cup
Had the girl like “What?” (Girl like “What?”)

[Pre-Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Desiigner & AGNEZ MO]
Love crazy girls, uh
From all ’round the world, uh
And I love them all
On all magazines, right
I never should have loved a ho (Yeah)
But I will take her on the road (Give you a better love)
Tell me where she wanna go (Hey)
Oh, I love the crazy girls

Superbee – Heu ! Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m on the legend level
살아숨쉬는 전설이 돼 버렸네 스물넷에
혓바닥에 감춘 AK, 적 가족사진에 Aim해
귀머거리가 5000만인 곳에 내 음악을 내면 안돼 이젠
예쁘게 웃어야 돼 이젠, 앨범보다는 그게 돈이 되지
가사는 왜 써, 누가 읽어? heu
실은 처음부터 진거야 난, heu, heu
숨이 찬다고 난, heu, heu, heu, heu
너무 벌어 너네 미움도 샀지만 굳이 환불은 안하지
니 질투는 달콤한 맛이지, 난 우월과 사랑에 빠지니, yeah

[Hook]
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계셔 위에, yeah
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계시지 저기 위에, yeah

[Verse 2]
나는 전설로 남아, If i motherf**kin’ die
넌 힙합 커뮤니티 유저, 내가 하는 건 힙합
그게 니 역할, 이게 내 역할
You clout a keyboard, I am an clout, heu, heu
난 니네 머리위에서 돈 세지, 닌 절대 못봐, heu
On god level, I’m truly, I’ve been bottom
거긴 춥지, 그게 Moncler 겹쳐 입는 이유
나 뒨 안봐서 no 후진, huh
VVS on me my neck, Yng & Rich 새로운 내 gang
내 옷 가격들이 사악해, 천사가 입으면 악마가 돼
Audemars 내 새 수갑, heu
실은 요부터 진거야 난, heu, heu
숨이 찬다고 난, heu, heu, heu, heu, heu
날 제외한 모두가 가짜 보석을 걸치고 자랑대회를 하지
나도 짜가 찼음 아빠 Benz는 진짜였겠지, 뭐가 더 real? ay

[Hook]
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계셔 위에, yeah
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계시지 저기 위에, yeah

[Outro]
Yng & Rich
Rap Legend

Juice WRLD – Impatient Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
G Money, we finna get a lot of fucking money, bro
Man, I remember ramen
I just went to Japan to get some ramen
The fuck?

[Chorus]
Uh, I remember trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now I’m in a mansion, she do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient
I remember trap houses, bandos with the key cards
Now I’m in the mansion, they do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient

[Bridge]
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga (Uh)
Rich ass nigga
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga
Old rich ass nigga, yeah
Hm, yeah
I’m Billy Idol with that rebel yell
Oh-oh, uh-uh
Uh

[Verse]
Check the time, different time zones
Money on my mind, call the carrier to my phone
It’s traveling time, I’m going to Japan
I need to make sure my receptions fine, yeah
But besides that, I’m alright
I’m kinda getting sick and tired of these long flights
But it’s all for a good cause, uh-huh
I guess it cost to be the boss, uh-huh, uh
My pocket looks a lot like a morgue
Shit, I know what I signed up for
Uh, my pocket looks a lot like a morgue
So do my drawers, uh
I know what I signed up for
I ain’t talk to my mom in a week, I been busy
I feel bad, ’cause it feels like we barely speak
I ain’t talk to my aunt in a month, I feel bad
I was too busy recording music, smoking fat blunts
Let it all, let it all sink in at once
‘Cause it’s always fun and games, until you become the pun
Until you become the one, on the news with the OD
On the news with a nosebleed, from the cocaine you bought last week
Heroin stains in the sheets
When you try to put the pain all to peace
But instead you fell into pieces over a Hollywood dream
Heroin stains in the sheets
Try to turn pain into peace
But you fell into pieces
But at least you can say you used to be in

[Chorus]
Trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now you in a mansion doing coke off a key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, before you get impatient
Trap house and the bandos, you was using the lean cars
Now you got a mansion, doing coke off yo’ key card
Bitches be like “You hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Better stick to they day job, you gon’ get impatient
Just watch

YNW Melly – YNS Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, I gotta keep fuckin’ goin’
Yeah
Young Nigga World
And that’s for life
All my niggas dons, ya dig
Goats, them some dons
Know what I’m sayin’
Woo

[Verse]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, (Yeah) Young Nigga World, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, Young Nigga World, bitch
Young Nigga World, G (Okay, bitch)
Young Nigga World, jit (Okay, bitch)
Bitch, bitch, okay, haha
Young Nigga World shit
Young Nigga World shit
Young Nigga World shit
Hol’ up, young nigga shit
This that young nigga shit (Shit)
Been thuggin’ since a jit
Every Glock got a dick (A dick)
A laser on my chopper, tell me how could I miss
Bag a Smith & Wesson, we got Glock 26 (Okay)
Young nigga shit, this that young nigga shit (That shit)
They’ll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (Lil bitch)
I heard you bout that action but lowkey you a bitch
I seen the paperwork, lil boy, I know you a snitch
Oh, god damn, uh [?], you say you broke as fuck and that you down on your dick (Get off your ass)
Well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a lick
Go and get them credit cards and [?]
Wait, go and get them credit cards and bring ’em to me
You wanna make 1200 dollars, come and fuck with me
I got a whole lotta real niggas who love me
I got a whole lotta killers who fuck with me
And they still fuck with me even though we
From two different fuckin’ parts of the atmosphere
I got diamonds and they shinin’ like [?] (Like [?])
Catch you nigga haters, how we do your [?] (Do your [?])
And you know a nigga got a couple bands in here (Got ’em bands)
I’m in the booth right now, I got a couple bands in here
She wanna fuck, she wanna sell, but I ain’t no baby
Hell nah, don’t you see me with my old lady
Hell nah, we got [?] like Old Navy
Boy, that ain’t not damn Versace, that’s Old Navy
I don’t care, if it’s fire, I wear it, fuck who made it (Fuck you x2)
Why the fuck, ooh ohh, Capri Sun (Capri Sun)
Ridin’ with that Glock, he [?]
Ooh, god damn, oh, they trapped us
The feds on the phone, I think they trapped us (The trapped us)
Free John [?], I think they trapped him
If he got a problem, don’t you ask him (Don’t you ask)
Shawty on my dick, she gettin’ nasty (She nasty)
Baby, send that address, oh [?]
Boy gon’ send that address on weekend
W, I swear we don’t take no losses (No losses)
I got VVS on me and they so frosty (So frosty)
And your bitch suck the dick with the lip gloss (Lip gloss)
And it’s poppin’ like lil mama, take that bitch to the Bahamas
Okay, bitch, you bout that drama
We got pistols for days
He say pressure, okay
Hol’ up, ooh, chips lays
Ooh, chips lays
When he die I smile
When he died I smiled (Happy)
When he died I smiled (Okay)
When he died I smiled (Smiled)
Hope that boy beat trial (Smile)
He gon’ [?] the [?]
They tryna take his child (His child)
Tryna take your child, ayy
Take that shit to trial, ayy
Put that child support, uh, on that bitch
Cause if you don’t she gon’ do it to you (Do it to you)
She gon’ do it to you (You)
I’m blood gangster, woop (Suwoop)
Man keep it going, do it
[?] fuck you do

[Outro]
1090 shit, oo oo
Young Nigga World

Headie One – This Week Lyrics (feat. Yxng Bane)

[Intro: Headie one]
Run through five
One
Country lines
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week
I’m on a generous streak
Run through five
They told me turn
I’m a-live
That’s what I expected this week
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week

[Chorus: Headie One]
Ran through five (One)
Not what I expected this week
I’m a-live (One)
That’s what I expected this week
Country lines (One)
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week
Most the time
I’m on a generous streak
Could’ve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee (They told me turn)
Feds still ask questions, it’s peak
And it ain’t my intention to speak
All of these bad B’s come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to me

[Verse 1: Headie One]
I put in work for the things I got
I didn’t get it for free (One)
Shoppin’ uptown
Bro spent a change on congestion this week
18K and VVS on my teeth (Bling)
Summer time
Make sure you don’t go blind when you look at the end of my sleeve (One)
Still do this live in the T
Play fiends mad rud’ every week
Still live in the beef
They try do it online like Drake and like Meek
I guess niggas ain’t learn the code yet
Gang done all these jobs that ain’t solved yet
Only God knows who’s the culprit

[Chorus: Headie One]
Ran through five (One)
Not what I expected this week
I’m a-live (One)
That’s what I expected this week
Country lines (One)
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week
Most the time
I’m on a generous streak
Could’ve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee (They told me turn)
Feds still ask questions, it’s peak
And it ain’t my intention to speak
All of these bad B’s come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to me

[Verse 2: Yxng Bane]
Cut my phone
Coulda’ done selfridges but my niggas in jail needed canteen
Needed a new duffle
But I gotta spend bags on a new machine
And that’s lil bro
With a wap same size as him
On the high street put that pussy in my backseat
Skeet, girl I’m tryna make that pussy look like me
All brown and watered down
Girl could you not do drip like this?
Tricks up this sleeve
Both of my wrists got golden trees
It’s WG, big clout
Headie one, OFB

[Chorus: Headie One]
Ran through five (One)
Not what I expected this week
I’m a-live (One)
That’s what I expected this week
Country lines (One)
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week
Most the time
I’m on a generous streak
Could’ve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee (They told me turn)
Feds still ask questions, it’s peak
And it ain’t my intention to speak
All of these bad B’s come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to me

K. Forest – Hot Minute Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
I’m at the Brinks, grippin’ bags (grip, grip)
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
My timin’ perfect even when I jet lag
Next time you see me I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean
Next time you see me I’m clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean

[Verse 1]
You ‘ready know
You ain’t seen me in a minute I been low
Still above the bar but I limbo
Pop up when I’m runnin’ you won’t know
VVS go “bang-bang” when it glow
Pressure big but you will never see me leak
Mini eclipse and I ain’t talkin’ no sneak peak
You wasn’t there when I was down, you was sleep
I looked above your head, I seen z-z’s
Yes I’m doin’ fine I have no side kicks
Just me and my shorty got the whole spot lick
Runnin’ at my own speed, pacin’
Yeah it’s been a minute ’cause I love the isolation
Takin’ risk for that bag, yeah I’m on a tight roll
Gotta get right to the Brinks ’cause the bank got close
And it’s like [?] for the bag, I’m like Rob De Niro
‘Til I see green in that Goyard I’ma stay low

[Chorus]
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
I’m at the Brinks, grippin’ bags (grip, grip)
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
My timin’ perfect even when I jet lag
Next time you see me I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean
Next time you see me I’m clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean

[Verse 2]
I’m with the lie
I’m never poppin’ out if I don’t see no guap
Can’t be ’round you boys that like to flock
‘Cause I got pookies on my wrist, they seen the blocks
On my ends I’m makin’ love, I make it hot
They say “KK tell me why you never close?”
“You got the power but you still movin’ ghost”
Ask that bread and I’m gettin’ DeJ Loafs
‘Cause I’m learnin’ from the [?] turn close
See I’m offline, no tweets (yeah)
Until my bag is still complete (yeah)
See you won’t know gavi (nah)
Until I’m way long gone, capishe (huh)
I’m at the Brinks I’m grippin’ bags, I withdraw
Stuffin’ on some tryna zip up the Goyard
Every dollar counts for something, yeah voila
Next time you see me best believe I’m droppin’ jaws

[Chorus]
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
I’m at the Brinks, grippin’ bags (grip, grip)
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
My timin’ perfect even when I jet lag
Next time you see me I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean
Next time you see me I’m clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean

Suigeneris – Lucifer Lyrics

[Intro]
Synchro

[Chorus]
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one

[Verse]
Flooded up, flooded up my neck with VVS
When you see me walking, you can tell I’m never stressed
Balling every day, major league is where I’m at
Gave my dawg ten bands and he brought me hundred back
Bitches watching, double R so they know that we riding
I can’t trust you, said that you love me, I know you despise me
No, we ain’t clutching, yeah, I can see that shit right in is eyes
Broke boy bluffing, all of his credit cards getting denied
Feel like a demon, feeling too deep in, remember the meaning
Walkin’ in Neiman, big stacks on me, I walk it and lean it

[Chorus]
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one

Duwap Kaine – Do Lyrics

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Send my shooters on you
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Nigga, I’m chillin wit’ yo boo
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m ‘finna slime yo whole crew (Slime)
Runnin’ from 12, fell on my shoe
Y’all niggas all bitch, I wouldn’t snitch on you
I got me a bad bitch
Me, she wanna do

[Verse]
Glock 17 right on you
Nigga, who you gon’ shoot?
That 40 gon’ do you like yo bitch do
VVS my neck, not no crystals
I’m eatin’ on seafood, not Krystal’s
Got me a bad bitch, I said I miss you
I got me a ratchet, I won’t diss you
My bitch she ratchet, cause issues
Big ass gun, nigga shoot missiles
Got a model bitch rubbin’ on my dimples
Got a hollow tip meet his damn temples
He rollin’ a skimp blunt, we don’t hit those
Lame ass niggas, yeah, we bitch those
I’m the hood, nigga, with Cup Noodles
Big dog nigga, no I’m not no Poodle
Supreme top like I’m ‘finna hit the pool though
I’m smokin’ exotic, nigga, I’m on Pluto
f**k nigga hatin’, but it’s all cool though
I drop a song, fans like the food though
Bitch in my way, told that bitch to move though
What’s on my head?
Nigga, that’s Moschino
Shooters on yo head nigga, free Chino
Try a nigga shit when I was a chino
Y’all eat up the drip ,nigga, Baldinos

[Chorus]
Send my shooters on you
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Nigga, I’m chillin wit’ yo boo
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m ‘finna slime yo whole crew (Slime)
Runnin’ from 12, fell on my shoe
Y’all niggas all bitch, I wouldn’t snitch on you
I got me a bad bitch
Me, she wanna do

Abg Neal – Cuban Link Lyrics

[Intro]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bigger the gets
Bust down the chain, it’s couple baguettes
Hopped in my bag, hoppin’ in jets
Niggas be hoppin’ in too many sets
VVS feel like it’s covered in sweat
My dogs crazy, they need a vet
Knew she was sneaky as soon as we met
Niggas be goalies, they all on the net
All of this drip, look like I’m wet
Ain’t see a opp at the bank, yet

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone

[Verse 2]
Mike Amiri, denim on me, they fit it
Look at the guys, we finally did it
New bitch, no one sayin’ they hit it
Post on the Gram like, “Damn, we shitted”
Balmains just dropped, you know I’m in it
I said I love her, just know I was kiddin’
ABG ain’t been broke in a minute
Whip out the lot, it gotta be tinted

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone (She gone)

Blacc Zacc – Bag After Bag Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Blacc Zacc & Lil Baby]
It’s that bag talk, it’s that bag talk
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
B-A-G me, this that bag talk
She like why you walk like this ’cause this that bag walk
All my diamonds hittin’ like a glass ball
And I hear you niggas poppin’ but it’s all talk
Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag
Get the money, put it up, they’ll never see this cash
Got some dogs in Carolina, said they get ’em by the hundred
Told ’em meet me at the spot, just send a driver with the money
Niggas hatin’ on me dog
But I’m blessed, I’m thanking god, I hit my knees dog
Call me Jordan, I got bags for twenty-three dog
Bougee glasses, I ain’t never gon’ see y’all
I just get that bag dog

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I just got some drip from YSL
I just left LA, I scored a bale
Swimming in that water, Michael Phelps
Got four pockets full like I just signed to 4PF, ayy
All my niggas bosses, not no runners
I be in the trenches with some gunners
200K in jewelry, I’m being humble
Put a bag up on her, he mad I f**ked his baby mama, ayy
Got his feelings hurt and brought that lil bitch Birkin
I been sippin’ syrup and I’m poppin’ perkies
I be wrappin’ bales, I just started rappin’ verses
VVS’s on me, I got this shit from servin’

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

Blacc Zacc – Save Dat Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?”
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’ beat?
I’m a million dollar nigga gettin’ paid that
IMixNation for real

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Codeine in my cup, you can taste that (You can taste that)
I got two M’s like a Maybach (Like a Maybach)
Your bitch a freak, she gave me head up in my Maybach (Inside my Maybach)
She eat that dick and clean it up just like a maid check (Woah)
Talkin’ all that shit done got your mans whacked (Got your mans whacked)
Nigga, I don’t wanna talk, bitch, where them bands at? (Bitch, where them bands at?)
Ayy, you say that you the hottest, where your fans at (Where your fans at?)
I ain’t no rapper, bitch, my plug just sent a care pack (Just sent a care, ooh), yeah
I can move them pounds like a dumbbell (Like a dumbbell)
‘Member when I got caught up f**kin’ with that mail (f**kin’ with that mail)
It been ten years the last time I had to use a scale (Use a scale)
He got them bales, I’m at his door just like a doorbell (Brrt, brrt)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Hit it from the back, where your waist at? (Where your waist at?)
Damn, that ass so fat, I can’t take that (I can’t take that)
I heard you got that gas, where them bags at (Ayy, where them bags at?)
I feel just like Diddy, I might take that (Take that, take that), yeah
You just got finessed, nigga, give me that (Nigga, give me that), yeah
Pistol to your head like a fitted cap (Like a fitted cap)
You better stay up in the booth ’cause I run the trap (Bitch, I run the trap)
They know Big Blacc, he the truth, I don’t need no vouch for that (I don’t need no vouch for, yeah)
Got a Chinese bitch, look like Sue, yeah (Look like Sue, yeah)
She eat that chopstick ’til that dick cum (‘Til that dick cum)
Got a Japanese bitch, she taste like wonton (She taste like wonton soup)
I’ma chop her like hibachi, bitch, you better not run (Bitch, you better not move)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

Marlo – Soakin Wet Lyrics (feat. City Girls & Offset)

[Intro]
Hitmaka
OG Parker

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 1: Marlo & Offset]
On the jet, yeah
Bad bitches f**kin’ on the set, yeah (Smash)
When I flex, yeah (Flex)
VVS baguettes all on my neck, yeah
(Soakin’ wet, yeah)
I’m the shit, get a plumber
Runnin’ through these hundreds, I might blow a couple commas (Racks, racks)
Yeah, flexin’ in the city (Flex)
Twenty strippers with me and they with it, yeah (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Miami & Marlo]
Flew me out to Vegas, ate my pussy on the jet
Pussy wet, drippin’, super soaker, treat it like a pet
I got niggas in the pen callin’ collect
That locked down, fresh out dick be the best (Soakin’ wet, yeah)
Hit ’em with that wet wet (Wet wet)
I’ll put a ring on it for a check check
He want me meet him at the bank but he ain’t there yet
And you short a couple hundreds, you ain’t there yet (Nah)
But I ain’t trippin’
I’m in love as long as you spend it (Period)
Super wet, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different

[Verse 3: Offset]
Soakin’ wet (Yeah, splash)
Spend the check (Spend the check)
I am a vet (I am a vet)
I got VV stones wrapped around her neck (VV)
I put my hand on the top of her head and make her my pet
(Ugh, ugh)
I get the bag, I’m spendin’ the bag, I might be in debt (Bag)
Yeah, she soakin’ (Splash)
Pussy fat, it’s poking (Poking)
Let me bust it open (Open)
Diamond rocks, they frozen (Frozen)
Put her in the Lotus (Lotus)
She clappin’ and I cannot focus (Clappin’)
I’m havin’ that shit, I be loaded (Havin’)
Count that shit up and I throw it (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’?
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah
Hope you hoes pay attention
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

Kamaiyah – Set It Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Kamaiyah]
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’ (DJ Banks), bitch
(Oh my God, Kenny)
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

[Verse 1: Kamaiyah]
Ayy, that lil bitch that you been with
Is the one that’s settin’ you up and let me know just what your PIN is
And since it’s your card that I’m spending
I’ma run it up, nigga, these cards ain’t got no limit
Bought a bracelet, tennis, VVS’s in it
Since I got your shit, I’ma keep running up those digits
You think it’s a game and you can fuck with other bitches
Yeah, aight, nigga, your windows, get to fixing
My mama told me, “Never let a nigga make you fold”
Not a lie was told, all your game exposed
Boy, you think you can play me like I’m one of these lil’ hoes?
I’m a big ass boss, standin’ tall up on ten toes

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

[Verse 2: Trina]
He got four or five hoes
Takin’ bitches out, gotta buy ’em new clothes (Yeah)
Valet parking, open up suicide doors
Private mansions tucked off in the Poconos
Shit, I’m blowing up the Rolls
I’m mad
‘Cause I ain’t the bitch to share no bag
And I ain’t the kind of bitch you could drag
And I put that on my flag, you fuck ass nigga
I’ll piss in your mouth, you lil’ fuckboy
Disrespect a bad bitch, you get checked, boy
And don’t you ever play games with my check, boy
‘Cause I’m the queen of the board, I checkmate, boy (Trina)

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

Go Yayo – Can’t Quit Lyrics

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

[Verse 1]
Niggas wanna kill me in my city, I can’t move wrong
Goofy ass with me, I can’t let no nigga get me
I can’t let no nigga hit me, I shoot first
Got no time to watch my back, that’s that shit that gets you whacked
Ayy my life in the spotlight, you see it gleaming on me
But when I sleep I swear it feel like I got demons on me
Pray every day but that don’t help
Sippin’ lean like f**k my health
I know I’m on my way to hell
All I wanted was the wealth
I pray the lord that he save me
But if he don’t I ain’t hating
Bury me with my Glock so I have it too cool for satan
My life already hell, I’m just tryna get out
Rich before 21, bitch I need it now, gang

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

[Verse 2]
Rapper hit my city then we robbin’
Run off with your chain and sell it back to Avianne
Elliante diamonds, ooh I see you shining
Take what’s on your neck and everything that’s in your pockets
Nigga don’t deserve that shit, he ain’t earned that shit
You wasn’t sitting off in no spots, serving with that stick
You ain’t ride on them niggas ran off with your shit
I’m a real trap nigga, came from busting bricks
Look me in my face and tell me what you see
Say why they hate, why why they hate on me
I told my mama way back then I was gon’ be on MTV
And I swear I ain’t lyin’, bitch it’s get rich or die tryin’, gang

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

Go Yayo – No Visa Lyrics

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

I’m a real trapper bitch I’m not a star
I’m on that perc and my bitch on a bar
I’m on that lean lean lean hi tech no par
Chopper hit you, you get more than a scar
You looking for me bitch you know where we are
Get clout on my block we gon wet up your car
100 round drum on a AR
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a far
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a distance
Bullets keep coming them bitches persistent
Get you myself I don’t need no assistance
Heat seeker ain’t no way that I’m missing
VVS on me they dripping
I got them benjis on me and you know that they cripping
Ball like the goat bitch I’m Jordan you pippen
Thooka hit em wet em up and we dipping
Draco on me bitch you know what I tote
Ice on my neck If you reach you get smoked
Speak on my name you get turned into a ghost
Murder party and lil bitch I’m the host
You beefing on twitter we pop with pole
Let off 6 shots and I hit em with 4
Hop out the car just to hit him up close
Old goof ass nigga got killed for a post

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

Moneybagg Yo – Fadeaway Lyrics

[Intro]
How you know where you comin’ up and shit right?
It’s like you niggas get [?] and shit
Young Swerve, Young Swerve, Young Swerve
Bitches don’t be the same no more
It’s like everything just get faded away and shit
Shit crazy
Yeah

[Verse 1]
They don’t like it, they don’t hear the state ([?]), probably wanna see me dead or with a case (huh)
Going extra hard, tryna pave the way (mine) for my kids and niggas from the day one day (my day one people)
Damn, I wish Sleepy could see this shit (damn), told my last hoe I don’t need a bitch (I don’t need you, ho)
Told my niggas I came up and grew up with (you can have it), you can hand me your watches, get filthy rich (for real)
But some of them niggas did fade away (damn), like a MJ shot, I hate to shake ‘n bake ’em (I had to get ’em)
I saw you on the interstate (swerve), then fade off like the barber did my table (I’m gone)
Never f**ked a batty ho, nigga (no), ho comin’ then they go, nigga (they do)
That’s why I f**k ’em, then they fade away (haha), but they really here to pay and not to stay (hahaha)
Like Boosie, we Goin’ Thru Some Thangs, don’t nobody understand it, mane (nobody understand it)
Spent a couple thou’ on a pinkie ring, give that bitch the speaker to say “bling blang” (bling blaow)
Or a [?], and watch me fade away (woo), free all my niggas that’s caged away (woo)
R.I.P. for those that ain’t here today (bitch), my goal is only just days away (for real)
Hey

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)

[Verse 2]
I just blew some money at the gallery (I swear), my bitch like “you so materialistic (f**k this shit)
But bitch, we came down with this money, ho (huh), it gon’ fade away anyway, be realistic (you know what)
I’m so determined while I’m on this mission (I swear, nigga), I was so sick of roses and the dishes (I’ve had it in)
Selling bowls and midges, then I whip it, whip it (whip, whip, whip), becomin’ like a chef, make money out the kitchen (hey, hey, hey)
I f**k with my Jordan’s the long way (long way), keepin’ VVS’s in my braces (I said it, nigga), and my niggas
Since we talkin’ ’bout them alphabets (what), the AK fade you away for talkin’ reckless (rrraaar)
Spent some money on a petty bitch (petty ho), she faded off out the bottle some, that was so petty, girl (petty ho)
Got the toes on that real bitch (what you call it?) That’s what us street niggas call a pedicure (hey)
Keep my head up at all times (all times), stack, stack some bread up from all the grind (all the grind)
A bitch look like Megan, and she all mine (all mine), sippin’ different colors, drinkin’ all kinds (all kinds)
Throwin’ money in the bed like a jumpshark, fade away, fade away, fade away (swish)
He ain’t shit, that’s somethin’ that a hater would say (haha), and f**k, they gon’ hate anyway (anyway)

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh)

Trippie Redd – Bird S**t Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Freshpaper 8 hunnid
Owee, ha, yeah
1400 (You know, 1400 shit)
Leave that bullshit to the birds (Big drip, big chains on)
Drippin’, drippin’, ha! (Splash)

[Refrain]
All that bullshit for the birds, ayy
You ain’t sayin’ nothing but a word, ayy
Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy
Hating on the boy ’cause I’m in first place
Running, I’m in first place
Yeah, I’m in first place
Yeah, I’m in first place, said I’m in first place
Uh, all that bullshit for the birds, yeah
You ain’t sayin’ nothing but a word, yeah
Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy
All you niggas hatin’, I’m in first place, place
I’m in first place, you ain’t nothin’ but a bird (Ha!)

[Verse 1]
Dare a nigga test me
On a island right now on a jetski
Babygirl, bless me
Just like God, baby bless me
Nigga cannot stress me
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money with the f**king gang
Diamonds all up on me, VVS the gang

[Chorus]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains, I’m still happy
Bad foreign little bitch, she call me Papi
Got some American hoes, they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as f**k
Bad lil’ bitch, big butt, we rich as f**k
And if you gettin’ buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out, and we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy nigga, let the birds walk (Haha, ha!)

[Verse 2]
You just mad I got the bands over you (Ayy)
Made a million dollars f**k the fans over you
In the back of the cut, sipping cranberry juice (Uh)
Yeah, I’m so sauced up, yeah
They was wishing that they caught up (Huh)
For the reason I was brought up
Because I said I ball, nigga, like Vince Carter
Slaughter your daughter, bitch I go harder, like Mr. Carter (Ahaha)
On the gang, bitch
Nigga f**k you and who the f**k you came with
‘Cause all that bullshit you talking for the birds (Ha!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains, I’m still happy
Bad foreign little bitch, she call me Papi
Got some American hoes, they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as f**k
Bad lil’ bitch, big butt, we rich as f**k
And if you gettin’ buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out, and we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy nigga, let the birds walk (Haha, ha!)

Mir Fontane – New Friends Lyrics (feat. Kodie Shane)

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!

Key Glock – How I Live Lyrics

[Intro]
VVS my ear, god, VVS my charm
VVS my arm, I just dropped a couple hundred (Glock)
Dropped a couple hundred

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
Hold on, money callin’ (racks)
Racks up to my ear, racks up over here, yeah yeah
That’s just how it is, stack them Ben Franklins, yeah yeah
Get Ma Dukes a crib, no more payin’ bills, yeah yeah
Bitch I get it in, backends and dividends, yeah yeah
Smoking like I’m Snoop, I sip lean not no gin, yeah yeah
Pull up brand coupe, hop out with them big bands, yeah yeah
Pull up on your crew and then you know we blast, yeah yeah
Young niggas hittin’ up all that (all that)
Chop on me, hit him in his ball cap (ball cap)
Forty on me, nigga better fall back (fall back)
Got dirty sticks, no Xanax
And I’m too fly for a jet lag (fly)
Hatin’ ass nigga better get back (get back)
Just a lil nigga with a big bag (bag)

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

[Interlude]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah

[Verse 2]
With the shit for real, it’s kill or be killed, yeah yeah
Bitch I’m chasing mils, I eat five star meals, yeah yeah
Boy my jewelry real, your shit is so thin, yeah yeah
Boy them pints ain’t real, who you tryna kill? yeah yeah
Damn that’s some f**ked up shit (f**ked up)
Niggas get f**ked up quick (get f**ked up)
Yeah I just bust my wrist (uh)
And I just bust this bitch (uh)
I f**k young hoes and MILFs (I do)
I hop in my spaceship and lift, off (skrrt)
Got a new rocket, Chris Paul
Bitch you know I ball

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

Megan Thee Stallion & Normani – Diamonds Lyrics

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m a super she-ro, bitch, don’t try me, ho
Bad like a villain, I pop it and then I reload
All the best things in life come for free
But don’t you think that applies to me
I do what I want ’cause I know that I’m hot
Ain’t in a band, but you know how I rock
Don’t need no clippers to give you a chop
Took me to dinner, then I took him out
I like it when you call me crazy
Long as you keep callin’, baby
He think it’s cute that I know how to shoot
Don’t you be scared if I point it at you
Broke up with my ex, uh, dumped him in a text
Would wish you the best, but I already left
Date night with my bitches, gettin’ real twisted
You know what you could do?
Give my ass a bunch of kisses

[Pre-Chorus: Normani]
I love me this much
My pear shape all dripped up
It’s freezing in my bag, oh

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, I know how to work a gun, I don’t need a range
And I could take a hit, I ain’t scared of the pain
And I don’t really bang, but I came with the gang
And if you get too close, I might snatch off your chain, ooh
You want me to be a little more ladylike? Mmm
Come through with my girls, then beat your ass on ladies night, ayy
You don’t wanna go toe-to-toe with my pedicure
Everyone you know be like, “Bro, how you handle her?”
Diamonds are my new boyfriend
So that mean I will never, ever f**k with you again
And I ain’t never need ’em, so it’s so easy to leave ’em
And I be doin’ me, I ain’t never tryna please ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Normani]
I love me this much
My pear shape all dripped up
It’s freezing in my bag, oh

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)

[Bridge: Normani]
Look at all these rocks, rocks, rocks (So good)
Make ’em stop and watch, watch, watch (Oh)
All these diamonds dancing, know that you can’t stand this
Bands on my hands, I got bands, I’m a bandit
Look at all these rocks, rocks, rocks (Rocks, rocks, rocks)
Make ’em stop and watch, watch, watch (Watch, watch, watch)
All these diamonds dancing, know that you can’t stand this
Bands on my hands, I got bands, I’m a bandit

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)

Yung Mal – War Lyrics (feat. Gunna)

[Intro: Gunna]
Yeah
Huh, uh
Run that back, Turbo
Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war
Sippin’ that syrup out the pint, oh
I got blue cheese out the bank, oh
Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles
All the new cribs come with gates, oh
We not gon’ let you escape, no
Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (Yeah, uh, racks)
VVS on me look like waterfalls
Your bitch on my dick, I can’t get her off
The new condo bigger, got taller walls
I’m the real dripper, don’t shop at the mall
Pint in two liters, it’s hard to dissolve
For that money, not signing, I’m choppin’ it off
Stackin’ these millions, gettin’ big as the law

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Ah, young Charlie Sheen, let the cash talk (Cash talk)
Drove the coupe so fast I broke the asphalt (Asphalt)
Took that bag and I’m blowin’ your ass off (Bag)
I’ma hop in this spaceship and blast off (Blast off)
New four door big body Jaguar (Jaguar)
Told ’em Gunna stay fresher than Lysol (Lysol)
Told myself and the team this the last lost
Sippin’ codeine got me sleepy (Sleepy)
I see you a hater through 3D (I see you)
It gotta say Maybach, Mercedes (Mercedes)
You want you a show, need to pay me (Pay me)
Wasn’t old enough, wish I sold dope in the 80’s
I know for sure I’d be whippin’ the baby (Whippin’ the baby)
f**kin’ the shit out your ho, make her crazy (Uh)
Play with them sticks like I’m born in Lil Haiti
Found me a bag, this shit fat like a maze
One of one jeans, these the only ones made (One of one)
All of this ice, it must be a ice age (Ice age)
My future too bright, gotta keep us some shade (Shade, ah)
She wan’ rock the mic, put the dick in her face
I f**k with your type, we can f**k and get paid (f**k and get paid)
Designer my life but I still rock the J’s (Designer)
I ran it up, set a price for my name (Run it up)

[Chorus: Gunna]
We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war
Sippin’ that syrup out the pint, oh
I got blue cheese out the bank, oh
Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles
All the new cribs come with gates, oh
We not gon’ let you escape, no
Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (Yeah, uh, racks)
VVS on me look like waterfalls
Your bitch on my dick, I can’t get her off
The new condo bigger, got taller walls
I’m the real dripper, don’t shop at the mall
Pint in two liters, it’s hard to dissolve
For that money, not signing, I’m choppin’ it off
Stackin’ these millions, gettin’ big as the law

[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
Hey, huh, your bitch on my dick, I can’t get her off
If she f**k me, gotta f**k my dawgs
I pour up some lean mixed with Adderall
Too many racks in these jeans, stuff some more in my drawers
I got my drip from Japan, can’t find this in the mall
He done ran up them bands, how you do that, Yung Mal?
Had to stay down through the summer, the winter, the spring, and the fall
I got too many bitches, can’t answer they calls
Too many spots, we at condos and lofts (Switch it up)
Too many whips, spent two-fifty on cars
Too much of this drip, make ’em eat up the sauce (Eat it up)
Too many slimes, you forever get crossed
Too many crimes ’cause I’m never gon’ talk
Ain’t goin’ broke, bitch, I got racks in the vault
Private jet, you know we flyin’ the Hawk
Me and Gunna spent a dime in New York
Still play with that fork when they think it’s a drought
Got some racks on me now, got some more at the house
Went and did a show, I left your ho at the house
I stay ready for war if you know it or not, uh
Sippin’ that syrup out the pint, yeah
They want me to lose but I can’t, nah

[Chorus: Gunna]
We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war
Sippin’ that syrup out the pint, oh
I got blue cheese out the bank, oh
Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles
All the new cribs come with gates, oh
We not gon’ let you escape, no
Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (Yeah, uh, racks)
VVS on me look like waterfalls
Your bitch on my dick, I can’t get her off
The new condo bigger, got taller walls
I’m the real dripper, don’t shop at the mall
Pint in two liters, it’s hard to dissolve
For that money, not signing, I’m choppin’ it off
Stackin’ these millions, gettin’ big as the law

Tory Lanez – If You Gotta… Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, uh
Lil Tory
Uh
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Look, I’ma talk to you, you finna talk back
You got that good good, I’m finna spark that
She got some bad friends, she needa holla at me
I put ’em all down, I throw a bottle at ’em
She got that mean talk, that new Celine talk
She gotta jack that just like a beanstalk
She got that mean mug, she from the deep south
She know her contracts, she got that Steve Stoute
She throw that ass back, she got that clap clap
She make it tap tap, she make it wet wet
She make it walk walk, she make it wobbly wop
She like that top dropped, she like that talk when it’s chopped
She got some bad friends, I’m tryna fuck her
I gotta spread them legs like it was mustard
I gotta put that thing on and have her flustered
I gotta play games in it, David and Busters
I like that look look, she got that good good
You from the hood hood? I’m from the hood hood
I fuck her real good, that pussy real good
It make me gotta check to see if I’m still hood
I’m tryna tap that, she wanna act bad
Girl, let me Akon, come let me smack that
I got the cheese on me just like a rat trap
I got a bunch of credit cards, you can’t max that

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, shake some, shawty, shake some, uh
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Shake some, shawty, shake some, ayy
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
This got me thinkin’ back, this got me singin’ back
I got D’USSÉ in my cup, this got me drinkin’ ‘gnac
Tryna remember it all, put on my thinkin’ cap
She had on checkerboard pants, think they was pink and black
I told my boy I’ma get her, bet you I link with that
We made a bet wit’ our fingers, twisted our pinky back
She might’ve just been blinkin’, that mean she winkin’ back
She got a ass like a bar, could sit a drink on that
And I, and I, I gotta let you know
‘Cause I, ’cause I, ’cause I can’t let you go
And I, and I really just met you, yo
But I, but I see somethin’ special though
Ayy, work somethin’, can we work somethin’ out?
‘Cause I’m cashin’ out if you’re worth somethin’
Doubt, I’ma kill it, baby, bet I merk somethin’
Clout chaser hatin’, they gon’ make me hurt somethin’
They can’t leave us alone, they either thieves or they clones
I got VVS stones, they look like TVs that’s on
Won’t get points off me, nigga, my defense is on
I can play man-to-man and I can even go zone, listen
Full court, I’ma press you if I like you, shawty
Bull shorts on a nigga like I’m Michael Jordan
Hook first time, Little Mo, I might go show ’em
Fuck it, do it for the second time like I’m Tory

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, shake some, shawty, shake some, uh
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Shake some, shawty, shake some, ayy
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
All of my
All of my
All of my
Give it in to you
Baby, you’re mine
Ooh, love me, baby
I won’t lie

Quando Rondo – Double C’s Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty ought tote, th’ fuck is a scope
One at the head, better back it up
Who wanna fuck? Two or one?
Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just been band over Louis Vuitton(mmh)
VVS is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa seen ’em while I’m asleep
Throw them C’s up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week(uuh)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 2]
My name in the phone is the muth’fckn savage
You see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I’m not like the others, I’m way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
A Rollie be blindin’, she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing when I look at the past
Get some head on the floor I’mma fuck on the mattress
Double juice thats the best, I be swerving in traffic
She fuck with me ’cause I live what am rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So full of death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin’ so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the wagon
You gotta fuck her you know I’m not capping
I don’t wanna talk first night I’m smashing
If you see ’em on my block they know what’s cracking

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

KSI – Down Like That Lyrics

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[Chorus: S-X]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)

[Verse 1: KSI]
Yeah, yeah
I want that knockdown
Fuck up the system, make it shut down
I’m cold with this, slow man down like Freezer (Mm)
Wanna backstab like Frieza (Mm)
Dictate death like Caesar (Mm)
Always come through with a bee (Yeah)
Got to do a lot to trouble me (Yeah)
Visionary still won’t tunnel me (Yeah)
Me to you, now that will chuckle me
Devilish views when they’re aiming at the profit
Emitting pain til you’re nothing
Remember what I said when that pussy tried moving with the opps? (Woo)
Now he back with the blocks nigga

[Chorus: S-X & Rick Ross]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah (It’s the biggest in the game)
Down like that (Uh, uh)
(M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Phantoms in my yard, so ring around the Rolls (Skrr)
Hardest on the block, the biggest one, da boss
Helicopter pad the home of Sammy Sosa (Biggest)
Stealing all the bases I’m the ladies token (Woo)
Bitches always bad, I’m known to blow the budgets
Meek was at the crib, so double M the subject (Ahh)
Condo got three levels, Postmate all the lunches
Flippin’ all the kilos, keepin’ all the grudges (Ay)

[Chorus: S-X & Lil Baby]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)
Baby

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Ain’t no more let downs unless the top getting dropped
I love it at the top, my concierge don’t ever stop me
You know I fuck with Ross, I even went and bought da block
A hundred million dollars strong, I really came from sellin’ rocks
Championship belt, them VVS’s they spark
Steal it, hit the gas and get out on the narcs
Killers move for free, I just can’t pick a cost
Put the drip on market took it to the charts
Now I’m rocking with the biggest
And I’m fucking with the boss
I’m out

[Chorus: S-X]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)

Lil Tjay – Top of My Game Lyrics

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[Intro]
Woah, woah
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh

[Verse 1]
They tried to tell me I wouldn’t be shit
Family doubted, I couldn’t believe
I had to focus and better myself
Fightin’ anxiety, smokin’ these trees
I got caught up tryna run up a juug
Locked me up, felt like I’m never gon’ leave
Life is so rough, you ain’t show me no love
Time to be selfish and focus on me
Niggas tried tell me I wasn’t gon’ win
They tried to knock me up off of my grind
Ain’t motivated, then get out my face
Negative energy, left it behind
I made a promise, my niggas gon’ ball
Judges can’t hold me to finish this time
Gotta stay toe, we ain’t never gon’ fold
Smelly ain’t here, but for him we gon’ shine

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Verse 2]
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes
AP, no Jane, bro made a hundred off ‘caine
VVS diamonds, my chains
Everything changed, lifestyle just won’t be the same
Mama know this year my time
Low on my mind, I can’t let up off the grind
I won’t leave no one behind
We finna shine, listen, just give me some time

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way

[Verse 3]
Mama know that I’m a bright kid, only eighteen
Always knew that I would get here, had a bright dream
Now I’m headed to the top now, me and my team
We’re no longer on the block now movin’ ice cream
Feedin’ into the bullshit, I gotta stop that
And I can’t fuck a bitch if her shit is not fat
And I’m cruisin’ through my city, finna push the top back
And AMIRI on my waist, so I keep the strap back
You don’t really want smoke

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game (No, no, no-no)
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain (No, no, no-no)
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way (No, no, no, no)

[Outro]
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no

Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

Chance the Rapper – Eternal Lyrics

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[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, gotta throw it down

[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You know what time it is)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
What you know about this? This before your time
I used to two-step in the 019
I always been fine, this is not new wine
I just happened to find a way to live my whole life in my prime
Side niggas don’t look this good, can’t cook this good
Can’t fuck this good, can’t get right
You send him to the store and forget that he left
You send me to the store, I come back with a chef
I’ll come back out of breath
While your side nigga sittin’ at the club with a booty on his chin like a cleft
I don’t never want two that’s the same as the next
I made the three more famous than Steph
No cap, that’s a roundhouse kick to a Jameson’s neck
I got a Jada Pinkett keeping sure my shame is in check
Cross-legged in the dojo, my master, mentor
Side chicks can’t take out splinters
Side chicks make they Kool-Aid with Splenda
Side chicks can’t come to Auntie Linda’s house
They gon’ send her off, they gon’ send her out
To buy more things that they hid in the couch
Don’t you know that side niggas can’t cop no Tesla?
Pull up in a ring like wrestlers
Pop out at the soccer game with the VVS’s and a bunch of snacks
Model X Falcon, backseat, doing jumping jacks
20-1-9, I want it one of a kind
2020, I’ma be ahead of my time
Twenty thousand leagues, the biggest fish in the pond
But if you never go fishing, it’s something you’ll never find

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

[Verse 2: Smino]
I know some shawties that’ll blast for me over blasphemy
And throw that ass for me, show my last to sleep
Huh, slow motion so I had to see
Before you start, fill my glass, wipe my glasses
I love her passion, ooh (Sweet)
I drunk her passionfruit (Sweet)
I’m runnin’ through your organs like when I pass the hoop
I wanna pass the ball, I don’t pass the ball
I’m Kobe, baby, I ate it up
I ain’t ate all month, you lookin’ like a plate of lunch
Sentiment was edgy if she let her get stoned
Almost fell in love, I hurt my heart from these songs
Terminally known, she can feel it in the stones
Huh, now she giving me ultimatums
I told her I hate tomatoes, some chances, I gotta take ’em
I can’t see for the life of me
Why all these hoes like me when I got wifey?
Side chicks can’t do flat twists
Bet a dollar you could buy me a Brisk (Yeah, yeah)
Side chicks can’t cook no grits
Grits, nigga, grits

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Oh yeah