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[Verse 1]
Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera
She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor
Set the parameters
You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs
I won't let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid
Good mornin', Matt Lauer—can I live?
Look at my new digs
The rooftop can host a paint-and-sip for, like, forty
The Warhols on my wall paint a war story
Had to find other ways to invest
'Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks
It's a nightmare, yeah
I'm too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh!
Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick
Tap-tap, throw the phone if you hear it click
Art Basel-in' the bezel
Your bustdown is bust-down and don't match the metal
Lower level's where you settle at
I'm the pot callin' the kettle black
Where there's no brake pedals at
Between God and where the Devil's at
Had to double-dutch and double back
Then hopscotch through where the trouble's at
Exactly what the game's been missin'
This fire burns hot as Hell's Kitchen
Push!
[Chorus]
Now that's how the ting go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
Now that's how the ting go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters
'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
From Honda Accords to Grammy awards, yo
That's where the kings go
[Verse 2]
I can blow a million dollars into dust
Lord knows how many bottles I've done bust
Still runnin' through the models like I'm Puff (M-M-M—)
Confront my problems like I'm Ralo in the bluff
Pusha know these politics is paradox
Chillin' in a condo full of ready-rock
My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin'
I'm dyin' to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music)
Watchin' my success, for some, is bittersweet
Always keep the sharpshooters' triggers tweaked
Diamonds drippin' on me via Tiffany's
All these K-9 units still sniffin' me
Ignorance versus the innocence
It's not the temperature for you in Timberlands
I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat (M-M-M—)
And you can spot my hoes by they car keys
Another episode full of atrocities
It's double-M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music)
You scared to see my face in a fancy place
So why debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace?
It's flesh and blood 'til I'm fresh as fuck
Still hands-on, sucker, press your luck (M-M—)
Your money gone every other month
My money long, so the treasure's tucked
[Chorus]
Now that's how the ting go, I'm back from Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
Now that's how the ting go, back from Santo Domingo
'Cause that's where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
That's where the kings go
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Hard Piano
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Pusha T
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[Intro]
I wanna talk to all you addicts out there
That's got yourself a great big Jones
An' you done tried all the methadone
An' you just can't leave that heroin alone
I wonder, have you tried
[Verse 1]
Dope just touched down, I'm so grateful
Numbers so low, bitch, be thankful
They say don't let money change you
That's how we know money ain't you
Bitch, I been had, bitches been bad
We buy big boats, bitch, I'm Sinbad
Downright sinful, bitch, we been full
All my dopeboys, we like kinfolk
BMore burnt spoon, DC glass pipe
VA sent bales, 'bout that trap life
Blew through thousands, we made millions
Cocaine soldiers, once civilians
Bought hoes Hondas, took care children
Lent my pastor, build out buildin's
Rapped on classics, I been brilliant
Now we blend in, we chameleons, ahh
[Chorus]
Never have I been locked up in a world of misery
I need you darlin' to set me free
Come back, baby, try me one more time
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I can't—
[Verse 2]
Who else got the luxury to drop when he want
'Cause nobody else can fuck with me? What a show-off
Nigga, wrist for wrist—let's have a glow-off
Fuck it, brick for brick—let's have a blow-off
If we go by connections made
I can still climb ladders when complexions fade (Yugh)
White on white, that's the testa
Black on black, that's the Tesla
See these diamonds in this watch face?
All that shit came from pressure
They don't miss you 'till you gone with the wind
And they tired of dancin' like a Ying Yang Twin
You can't have the Yin without the Yang, my friend
Real niggas bring balance to the game I'm in (Yugh)
Can't escape the scale if I tried
Interstate trafficking's alive
Push
[Verse 3]
Still fresh off the boat, niggas
Don't make me super-soak niggas
Your life ends up a quote, nigga
The good die young, all dogs go to heaven
It's really just momma's fallin' out on the reverend
I play musical chairs with these squares
Rich flair before they was Ric Flair's
Cocaine concierge, longest runnin' trapper of the year
Stood the test of time like Dapper Dan
Season my sauce like Zatarain's
Is he still in the caravan? (No)
It's a mil' in the caravan? (Whoa)
Richard Mille on a leather band (Ooh)
Behind the wheel like an ambulance (Go)
On my way up to Maryland (Gone)
[Chorus]
Never have I been locked up in a world of misery
I need you darlin' to set me free
Come back, baby, try me one more time
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I can't—
Come back, baby, try me one more time
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I—I can't—
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Come Back Baby
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Pusha T
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[Produced by Timbaland]
[Hook]
Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
[Verse 1]
Yuugh, I drops every blue moon
To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube
I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge
In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge
Legend has it, the wrist is magic
The left is Patek, Philippe's replaced by Matsuhisa
Ignore most requests for the feature
Unless it’s getting played on the beach in Ibiza
While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha
Can’t you see my Total; Pam, Kima, Keisha
I’m aiming for the moguls, why y'all niggas aiming at the locals?
And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopeful
Still wishing on a star
The last one to find out that Baby own the cars
The final trilogy of Jaws
The grills like, interior gauze
It feels like, still white
Matching Missoni looks African on me
They tryin’ pin this trafficking on me like Mano and Tony
My thoughts spilling over
The soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the coca
Yuugh! It’s a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox
Half a million paralleled and ain’t nothin’ rented
Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit
It rides a little better in the cockpit
[Hook]
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
Untouchable, uncrushable
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
[Verse 2]
Mu told me to switch styles
He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial
He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounce
Adidas gave me a million and that don’t bounce
The president of G.O.O.D. Music has been announced
A quarter million a year and that don’t bounce
I’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing count
Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce
My breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile’ fame
Selling Eminem to him and ‘em
White to the Blacks I’m a villain in
The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem
Let’s talk about it gentlemen
My barcode is Netflix “Narcos”
Part on the side of my 'fro like I’m Pablo
No hablo, I sell blow
Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho
Yuugh, let’s take the scenic route
I could show you the strange fruit
It’s looking like Beirut
They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2
These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use
Of every Spanish name I done ran across
No matter what the weight, I done ran it off
I’m walking on water, I took the sandals off
Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push
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Untouchable
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Pusha T
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[Intro]
Yesterday's price is not today's price
Like, like—like, crack—crack, like, like
Like, li—li—crack, crack, crack
[Chorus]
Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
Everybody get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
Detroit nigga challenge, what's your dope like?
If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life
Missy was our only misdemeanor
My tunnel vision's better under stove lights
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
My workers compensated so they don't strike
[Verse 1]
Wish me luck, see green like Don Bishop
The ones you trust don’t change like them chains you tuck
Far as I'm concerned, who's the best? Me and Yezos
Wash, then dry, so give me all of mine in pesos
Add it up (Add it up)
Your bitches in them pictures but they laser taggin' us
They mad at us, who wouldn't be?
We became everything you couldn't be
Everything your mama said you shouldn't be
The Porsche's horses revvin', like, "Look at me"
Saddle up
I'm still pitchin', baby, batter up
[Chorus]
Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
All you niggas get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
Detroit nigga challenge, what's your dope like?
If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life
[Verse 2]
The flow's untouched, the drums is tucked
Drive Cullinan when roads get rough
Snow’s a must, the nose adjust
Young Gs like we Hov and Puff
Best jewelries and hoes we lust
Chanel trinkets and hoes'll blush
Crush hearts like pretty boys
And we drivin' pretty toys
Extendos will make plenty noise
Crescendo make your car endo
Pierce your car window
Missy was our only misdemeanor
Nike box hold a hundred thou' with no insoles, uh
The crack era was such a Black era
How many still standin' reflectin' in that mirror?
Lucky me
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Diet Coke
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Pusha T
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[Produced by Hudson Mohawke & Kanye West]
[Intro]
[Kanye West harmonizes for 25 seconds]
[Verse 1]
I sold more dope than I sold records
You niggas sold records, never sold dope
So I ain't hearing none of that street shit
'Cause in my mind, you motherfuckers sold soap
Got rich selling hope to the hopeless
But I'm a thinker, methodic in my motives
I motivate to put my niggas into motors
No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs
Like Scarface but it's God's face in that mirror
We was made in His image, dialing and it's much clearer
Scoring from the heights but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
The judge and the jury, the jewellery mad froze
Watercolors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
Nah, I ain't got nothing in common with yous
Pain in my heart, it's as black as my skin
They tipping the scale for these crackers to win
No reading, no writing, made us savage of men
They praying for jail but I mastered the pen
Descended from kings, we at it again
Just hand me the crown, I'm active again
Everything that it seems, hear my passion again
Was never my dream, the immaculate win
[Verse 2]
I was pissing my shorts, having rich nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
Overnight I seen a nigga go get a Carrera
Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer
Young king bury me inside a glass casket
Windex wipe me down for the life after
Crack dealer living like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the rebel, nigga get on my level
We were born to be kings, only major league teams
Chasing my paper, couldn't fathom my wealth
Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
God body and mind, food for the soul
When you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga, it shows
Follow the codes, ain't no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you, my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding, come on
By the end of this song, can't be hiding for long
I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers assaulted
Throw a gang sign, dare you do something about it
Fuck copping them foams, when you copping the home
Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home
[Outro]
Follow the codes, ain't no love for these hoes
If you slipping you fall, I got you, my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding, come on
By the end of this song, I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding, come on
By the end of this song, I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
I got you, my nigga, hold on
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Hold On
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Pusha T
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[Chorus]
(I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"
[Verse 1]
Bruh, you niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin' (I began to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My niggas get money, get money, get money like Ye samplin' (I began to lose control)
Gun stutter, make the drumline like Grambling
MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion (I was dreamin' of the past)
Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"
Fuck who you stampin', them niggas just stand-ins (And my heart was beatin' fast)
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin', "Top five," I only see top me
Award shows the only way you bitches could rob me (I was dreamin' of the past)
[Chorus]
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players
Clip 'em, baby, if he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh (And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"
[Verse 2]
Bruh, you niggas ain't drip, you dryin'
Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin'
You and your bitch income combinin' (I began to lose control)
I'm sending' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin'
Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters (I began to lose control)
So you gots understand there's a difference
There's window stickers and window lickers (I was dreamin' of the past)
You know the type, always tryna get in your picture
I was tryna get the dope through, in your sister (And my heart was beatin' fast)
We weren't baggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes
Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses
Made a way for ourselves, we ain't need no wishes, hah (I was dreamin' of the past)
[Chorus]
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh (And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"
[Verse 3]
Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design
Critics: "He's out of his mind"; haters: "He's out of his prime" (I began to lose control)
Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine (I was dreamin' of the past)
Huff and Puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne
[Verse 4]
Properties all across the board, this monopoly's mine (And my heart was beatin' fast)
'Came a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house would be mine
Coulda bought it, but I ain't like the way the kitchen design (I was dreamin' of the past)
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When daddy's not home, the family's in danger (And my heart was beatin' fast)
[Outro]
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, "Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"
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Dreamin Of The Past
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Pusha T
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Money earned in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing
Getting money, baby girl, gold chains
[Chorus]
I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Standing in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I ain't never did a thing
Getting money, rocking chains
You'll never feel the same
We the thugs in the game
I don't never feel pain
[Verse 1]
Eighteen-wheeler gorillas
Black with gold chains, pitch bird like Steelers
Hines Ward of the crime lords
Running through this money, screaming, "Encore"
Spending nights with a prime whore
But that's the bitch that you're blind for
Celebrating on a whim, nigga
Pain is Pac, Above the Rim, nigga
My bitch rock a bigger gem, niggas
'Cause she was there when it was dim, nigga
She wasn't fucking none of them niggas
So now we even like a hem, nigga
Put your freedom over failure
Tryna find my Griselda (La Madrina)
Might as well, they gon' nail you
Mama screaming like Mahalia
Pain is love and it's war
Pain is running out of raw
Pain is finding out you're poor
As the feds knock at your door
[Chorus]
I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Been around here, standing in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing
Getting money, rock a bunch of gold chains
And I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
I'm just standing in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing
Getting money, rocking all these gold chains
Million dollars on one gold ring
[Verse 2]
Pain is joy when it cries
It's my smile in disguise
It's what makes the story chilling
Spare the women and the children
Hear the scribbles of the villain
Yuugh, this is drug dealer brilliance
[Drum Break]
[Verse 3]
Pyrex on the platter like hot sex
But my tribe don't quest like love
Came in this bitch with a mask and a glove
And a team of lawyers to run the train on a judge
It's no risk without gain
It's no trust without shame
It's no us without 'caine
Push, my name is my name
In the kitchen with a cape on, apron
Trey-eight on, could've been Trayvon
But instead, I chose Avon
Powder-face like a geisha
Arm & Hammer for the breakup
Turn one into two, watch the brick kiss and makeup
Woo, it's a match made in heaven
All that's missing is the reverend
All that's missing is a blessing
I hope God gets the message
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Pain
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Pusha T
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[Intro]
I see the strangest things
The evil that money brings
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens
And they wanna bury me
Why? Cause I’m anti everything
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens
[Chorus]
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy, had it all
[Post-Chorus]
(And we way up, yeah, yeah)
(She wait up, yeah, yeah)
(I lay up, yeah, yeah)
Get in them drawers
(And we way up, yeah, yeah)
I had a dream I had it all
(She wait up, yeah, yeah)
(I lay up, yeah, yeah)
I woke up and really had it all
[Verse 1]
The three leading killers of you niggas
Is the shit that’s most appealing to you niggas
Even I fell victim to it, your pride don’t let you do it
The lies will get you through it
Money, pussy, alcohol, what a wonderful cocktail
Fronted my first brick over oxtails and ran with it
Dope is like a two-way street
The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat (Uh)
Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep
Every sparkle in the club that wasn’t ours, we compete
Poor minds, poor decision makers
No reward, then what’s the risk you taking?
New bitch I been fucking might start a rap war
Won’t unveil it yet, can’t tell it yet
Defense wins games Bill Belichick
These hoes having Google numbers, niggas better check
Yuugh
[Verse 2]
Shout out my bitches fucking baseball niggas
That dress like Bamas with guaranteed contracts
Yeah, I see your vision, sick of prison visits
Now the Major League’s where you're fishing
You young and hot, so why not?
The dealers is washed, the money is dry, so take your best shot
We can’t judge you ‘cause we ain’t hug you
We sent you off to other hoods and let them niggas fuck you
For real, we made you watch from afar
Even talked down on you, tryna dim your star
Until we seen them foreign cars pull up
And watch them pick you up
And then we realized we missed a diamond in the rough
So, make us proud, make it count
Until you learn to love ‘em, make ‘em spare no amount
Make ‘em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you deserve it
Take advantage of it when you’re worth it
Real bitches worth it
[Verse 3]
I’ve been watching all you real niggas
I done seen more won't than you will niggas
Take a swing, snatch a chain
Lose your mind, go insane
I’m in the club, you in the club too
I got money, you got money too
You think it’s honey dew
Whispering in my ear like a hunny do
Eyeballing every bottle that we running through
Trying to stand near, nigga damn near
Pushing bitches out the way to Instagram here
It’s no pictures, now you in your feelings
I’m a real dope boy, no stranger dealings
Bruised ego, Henny-induced Debos
Nickel bag niggas, all of a sudden Ninos
I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G money
I get it done for quarter ki money, for real
[Produced by Kanye West and J. Cole]
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M.P.A.
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Pusha T
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[Produced by Sebastian Sartor & Kanye West]
[Verse 1]
This is my time, this is my hour
This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power
If it's my reign, then it's my shower
This pole position, I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours
Dope boys, block bleeders, gold diggers don't stop either
Motivation is misguided, if you hit the mark, then it's not needed
Carry on like a carry on, on my side bitch I let tag along
Call me "daddy" from a complex
'Cause her mother's fucker wouldn't marry mom
No excuses, no regard, step on the brick like a promenade
Twenty thousand on calling cards
And I'm speaking Spanish like Don Omar
[Chorus]
But I'm King Push, this king push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks
[Verse 2]
Fuck nigga with the sly talk
Miss me with all the pie talk
When them lights on you and them letters there
You point us out just like an eye-chart
But that's my fault, my details of the sidewalk
For eleven years, we seen better years
We was sellin' birds over the time port
My first Grammy was my first brick
Red carpet, every bad bitch
More BMF than Billboard
I got a label deal under my mattress
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm King Push, still King Push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks, ah
[Verse 3]
Vultures to my culture
Exploit the struggle, insult ya
They name dropping 'bout Caine copping
But never been a foot soldier
Let's have another look, just get a little closer
Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha
In a cranberry Rossta, inside track on the G rap poster
Best D-boy, all I'm missing is a dash
Difference 'tween me and Hova
[Chorus]
But I'm King Push, still King Push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks, ah
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King Push
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Pusha T
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[Chorus]
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die than go home
I'd rather die than go home
And I ain't leaving without my forty acres
[Verse 1]
Unpolished, unapologetic
This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits
Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
Money's universal, that's the only language
The dream ain't die, only some real niggas
We was born to mothers who couldn't deal with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real, niggas
My better half chose the better path, applaud him
Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him
I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom
The California top just falls back like autumn
And they say I'm on the verge of winnin'
I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinnin'
Old habits die hard, that rainy day bag buried in the backyard
It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards
'Cause stand-up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather burn us, ashes to ashes
Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it off the plastic
Now you celebrate, motherfuckers, raise your glasses
Push
[Verse 2]
Unpolished, unapologetic
Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort
My nonchalant attitude is always "F it"
Thirty-five years of marriage and my mama left it
You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him
The better question is, did you enjoy the dance with him?
Yuh, I'll probably never pull you chair out, bitch
You know this money grew your hair out, switch
All that shit I bought you wear out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care about
Place none above me, God don't like ugly
Hate me or love me, only He can judge me
Unpolished, unapologetic
Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend
School of hard knock, I attended
Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended
I was a goner, punished by karma
Called him tar baby, now he's transcending genres
The 911 came with the ass shots
A toothless crackhead was the mascot
The owner of the key to that padlock
I'm Jordan verse the Cavs for the last shot
I need all mine, reparations
We growin' poppy seeds on my forty acres, Push
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40 Acres
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Pusha T
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[Chorus]
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass
Life's gonna do what it does
Sure as the good Lord's up above
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough
Tough
Tough
[Verse 1]
Come on, take a ride with me
Like the 808s beatin' in the trunk in Atlanta, it was tough
It was kinda hard for me
Crawlin' through the mud, I couldn't find love, then we came up
Look at what we are, baby
Standin' through the storm, still shinin' like a diamond in the rough
Still shinin', and that's hard
If you ever lost someonе that you love
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the pain, gotta show 'em, givе 'em light
Still family if you're wrong or you're right
No matter, we together
It's not somethin' that you wanna do, it's just somethin' you goin' through
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[Chorus]
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass (Grandpa's glass)
Life's gonna do what it does (Ooh)
Sure as the good Lord's up above
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough (Shine, shine)
Tough
Hard
[Verse 2]
Tell me how it's hard for you
Like the nickel-wound strings on your good old Gibson guitar
Tell me what it feel like
Like the smoke in the drawl of your "Y'all" and the way you talk slow
Oh yeah, yeah
Like the songs that your mama sang to you
And the way that it makes you tell the truth
If you come from where you come, then you were born tough
[Bridge]
Here, say where you come from
It's not what you wanna do, it's what you're gonna do
Now, it's no place to run
If that's what you're gonna do, what am I gonna do? (Tough)
[Chorus]
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude (Yeah, yeah)
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in your grandpa's glass (Grandpa's glass)
Life's gonna do what it does (Ooh)
Sure as the good Lord's up above
I'm cut like a diamond shinin' in the rough (Shine, shine)
Tough
[Outro]
You wanna come to the Nawf? (Mm-hm)
I'll show you around
That's why I said, "Come take a ride with me"
When?
Whenever, whenever you ready
Call on me, brr
I'll give it back when I get there
Aight, that's a bet15Embed
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the pain, gotta show 'em, givе 'em light
Still family if you're wrong or you're right
No matter, we together
It's not somethin' that you wanna do, it's just somethin' you goin' through
[Outro]
You wanna come to the Nawf? (Mm-hm)
I'll show you around
That's why I said, "Come take a ride with me"
When?
Whenever, whenever you ready
Call on me, brr
I'll give it back when I get there
Aight, that's a bet
|
Tough
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda
[Verse 1]
Let's get it
Hop off a sixteen passenger
This a G5, no, this not a Challenger (Big one)
I keep some members with me and the freaks get coach seats
They some cannibals (Eaters)
They like to get geeked, drink a whole bottle, wake up and repeat (Damn)
She took a lil' (Shh), mixed it with the— (Chill out)
Now she said she seein' 3D (Wow)
I go in the jungle and I ain't got a coat, I bet I come out with a mink (I bet I)
Do this shit for the fam 'cause this shit bigger than me (Big)
Colored stones in my infinity link, and in the factory, masterpiece (Factory)
I call him twin 'cause that be my brother
We got the same Rollie, he matchin' me (Nah, for real)
[Chorus]
Water on me like the sauna (Wet), some karats, some pointers (Woo)
All these commas, I won't fumble (Fumble)
Migo gunners out the jungle (Migo)
Buy it all, fuck a front up (Fuck nigga)
Cake on me, no funnel (Woo, cash)
Drop top, feelin' like Stunna (Hah, drop top)
Get these plays, no runnin' (We gone)
Chrome Hearts wallet, smoke my pilot, take three vibes to the tropics (Tropics)
Nigga wasn't shit, I was outside just servin' narcotics (Narcotics, woo)
Pass me that stick, nigga make one wrong move, just pop him (Pop him, brrt)
Blame it on bro with the ho flooded out in the hotel lobby (Flooded)
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[Verse 2]
It's crowded, diamonds be dancin' like Bobby (They dancin')
Don't touch it, this Glock, it be cocky (Don't touch it)
Shroom and G6 the party, we get it (We kick it)
Bitches gon' trend on the topic (Keep trendin')
The way I pull up, I'ma pop it, ain't none of these niggas gon' stop me (Pull up, gone)
Put this shit on, get a cup for the drip, I'm a motherfuckin' faucet (Kilo)
Keep stackin', your bank gon' get bigger (Go)
Never will I throw some shade on no nigga (On Take')
Lil' nigga, don't play with these niggas (No)
I see the big picture, we up on these niggas (Uh)
The Huncho, the one, you gon' call on me, nigga? ('Cho)
I got your bag, you gon' follow me, nigga (Foll')
When I get up, we gon' ball on these niggas (Ball)
Fuckin' shit up 'cause we beat out the system (Fuck the system)
[Chorus]
Water on me like the sauna (Wet), some karats, some pointers (Woo)
All these commas, I won't fumble (Fumble)
Migo gunners out the jungle (Migo)
Buy it all, fuck a front up (Fuck nigga)
Cake on me, no funnel (Woo, cash)
Drop top, feelin' like Stunna (Hah, drop top)
Get these plays, no runnin' (We gone)
Chrome Hearts wallet, smoke my pilot, take three vibes to the tropics (Go)
Nigga wasn't shit, I was outside just servin' narcotics (Narcotics, woo)
Pass me that stick, nigga make one wrong move, just pop him (Pop him, brrt)
Blame it on bro with the ho flooded out in the hotel lobby (Flooded)7Embed
[Chorus]
Water on me like the sauna (Wet), some karats, some pointers (Woo)
All these commas, I won't fumble (Fumble)
Migo gunners out the jungle (Migo)
Buy it all, fuck a front up (Fuck nigga)
Cake on me, no funnel (Woo, cash)
Drop top, feelin' like Stunna (Hah, drop top)
Get these plays, no runnin' (We gone)
Chrome Hearts wallet, smoke my pilot, take three vibes to the tropics (Tropics)
Nigga wasn't shit, I was outside just servin' narcotics (Narcotics, woo)
Pass me that stick, nigga make one wrong move, just pop him (Pop him, brrt)
Blame it on bro with the ho flooded out in the hotel lobby (Flooded)
[Chorus]
Water on me like the sauna (Wet), some karats, some pointers (Woo)
All these commas, I won't fumble (Fumble)
Migo gunners out the jungle (Migo)
Buy it all, fuck a front up (Fuck nigga)
Cake on me, no funnel (Woo, cash)
Drop top, feelin' like Stunna (Hah, drop top)
Get these plays, no runnin' (We gone)
Chrome Hearts wallet, smoke my pilot, take three vibes to the tropics (Go)
Nigga wasn't shit, I was outside just servin' narcotics (Narcotics, woo)
Pass me that stick, nigga make one wrong move, just pop him (Pop him, brrt)
Blame it on bro with the ho flooded out in the hotel lobby (Flooded)
|
HOTEL LOBBY (Unc & Phew)
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
What's happenin', Uncle G?
How you doin' this mornin'?
Good mornin', brother
What's happenin'?
Good mornin', Uncle George
What is y'all so happy about?
I mean, you're walkin' through here grinnin'
You're just grinnin', grinnin'
Like you a new man or somethin'
Nah, Rashad's a New-New man
He got some cuddy last night
Shut up, mm-mm
You got some booty in this house last night?
Mm-mm
I told you I don't want no company in my house
Mmm
I told you that I don't want none of them lil fast girls in my house
Mm-hmm
No females in my house, that's the rule
There's a one-bull rule in effect
I ain't gon' lie, I got some cuddy last night
Stop lyin'
You ain't got no cuddy
Candy blinds, yeah
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
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[Verse]
Raise the prices, raise it two times (Two)
No cap, these girls be the new vibe (New)
We don't like suicide so the doors fly (Doors)
She said I hurt her feelings 52 times (Two)
Call up queen (Nicki)
The queen can't flex on a young bull (Flex)
Made her scream (Scream)
Chanel, I bought her two of 'em
You can check IG (Hey, IG)
'Cause when she post, it go up (Go)
Is she for keeps? (For keeps)
Only if she come with two of 'em (Two)
Yeah, I be snipin' (Snipe, snipe)
I can't be wifin' (Nah, no wife)
I know she feisty (Feisty, feisty)
I'm Huncho Bison (Huncho Bison)
She treat me righteous (Righteous, righteous)
Nigga don't mean to brag (No)
I be tryin' to keep it cool, but I sniped yo' ass (Swear)
No "FEFE," I skeet-skeet ("FEFE") on yo' face ass (Face ass, brrt-brrt)
Called up Huncho to come tap that ass (Swear)
Pull up on you, autotune when I grip that ass (Skeet, skeet)
Pullin' on yo' weave, 'cross the room when I pipe that ass (Pipe it)
I see a queen on a tree-tree (What you see?)
She like the ride new boy tree-tree (Yeah, new boy)
I see a queen on the tree-tree (What you see?)
She like the ride that boy tree-tree (Yeah, new boy)
Nicki (Nicki), do you love me? (Please)
Why you crying? (Why?)
She don't wanna be a queen unless she got me (Queen)
She don't wanna be on scene unless we married (On scene)
No cap (No cap, yeah), for real (Hey)
Tea in my double cup, it can't spill (Tea)
Left the fire on the dresser at the hotel (Fye, yeah)
Drunk as hell, made her cook some RO-TEL (Whip it, whip it)
If the truth hurt, then I won't tell (Truth)
[Chorus]
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Shake it like Iggy (Iggy)
Shake it like Iggy (She bad)
If I hurt your feelings (Feelings)
I am truly sorry (Sorry, woo)
I'm straight out the jungle (Hey), no safari (No)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Bounce that ass, Nicki (Bounce that ass)
Shake it like Iggy (Iggy)
Shake it like Iggy (She bad)
Woo, if I hurt your feelings, I am truly sorry (Sorry, woo)
Straight out the jungle, no safari
[Outro]
Ooh, yeah
(Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Don't try to play me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Cannot play that Huncho (Skrrt)
(Woo, woo, ha-ha-ha-ha, ad-libs)
Just don't play that Huncho, Huncho
(Smash, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Ad-libs)
That Huncho, that Huncho (Smash, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Drip, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
This all fun and games, right?
(Huncho, that Huncho)
Since I just dropped this
I'm gon' go get you a iced out chain, baby
(Huncho, that Huncho)
Iced out Chun Li, you know how we do it
(Huncho, that cha-cha-cha, hey)
Hey Elliott (Bling, bling, bling)
(Huncho, that cha-cha-cha, hey)
Get her that iced out chung-chung (Bling, bling, blaow)
(Chancho that chancho)
(Ching-chong, blaow)
(Huncho, that chancho)
Put the tab on Huncho
(Huncho, this that Huncho)
Woo20Embed
[Intro]
What's happenin', Uncle G?
How you doin' this mornin'?
Good mornin', brother
What's happenin'?
Good mornin', Uncle George
What is y'all so happy about?
I mean, you're walkin' through here grinnin'
You're just grinnin', grinnin'
Like you a new man or somethin'
Nah, Rashad's a New-New man
He got some cuddy last night
Shut up, mm-mm
You got some booty in this house last night?
Mm-mm
I told you I don't want no company in my house
Mmm
I told you that I don't want none of them lil fast girls in my house
Mm-hmm
No females in my house, that's the rule
There's a one-bull rule in effect
I ain't gon' lie, I got some cuddy last night
Stop lyin'
You ain't got no cuddy
Candy blinds, yeah
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
[Outro]
Ooh, yeah
(Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Don't try to play me
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Cannot play that Huncho (Skrrt)
(Woo, woo, ha-ha-ha-ha, ad-libs)
Just don't play that Huncho, Huncho
(Smash, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Ad-libs)
That Huncho, that Huncho (Smash, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Drip, drip)
Huncho, that Huncho (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
This all fun and games, right?
(Huncho, that Huncho)
Since I just dropped this
I'm gon' go get you a iced out chain, baby
(Huncho, that Huncho)
Iced out Chun Li, you know how we do it
(Huncho, that cha-cha-cha, hey)
Hey Elliott (Bling, bling, bling)
(Huncho, that cha-cha-cha, hey)
Get her that iced out chung-chung (Bling, bling, blaow)
(Chancho that chancho)
(Ching-chong, blaow)
(Huncho, that chancho)
Put the tab on Huncho
(Huncho, this that Huncho)
Woo
|
HUNCHO DREAMS
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
Tsunami warning
[Chorus]
You the one that's tryna keep your business low-key, huh? (huh?)
You the one that's having your main nigga, can't get no sleep, huh? (Sleep, hey)
You the one who walk around on fleek, huh? (Fleek)
You the one that started from the bottom but you've reached your peak, huh? (Peak, peak)
You taught her how to swallow with no teeth, huh?
Make them dollars out the street, huh? (Cash)
Baddest bitch you ever seen, huh? (Bad)
You the one who split the guap with your team, huh? (Split it)
You the one who drink a lotta codeine, huh? (Drank)
Ayy, ayy I like this shit, this shit take me back to the '99, 2000
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, I got shorties out tryna find me, that look
Slipping through the cracks 'cause I'm slimy, I slipped
Chain wetter than a river you could cry me
Quick to Timberlake a bitch, now she despise me, I swear
I just let the money energize me
Nigga, you was in your 20s in the '90s, yeah
I just order Phantoms off the website
They ask how I want the shit, I say, "Surprise me"
Ayy, yeah, look
She wanna hang when the album drop, that's timely
Ayy, got a present for my oppers, word to Smiley
I know her man, gotta move her from beside me I swear
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[Verse 2]
She got ice in all her veins (All the ice)
She gon' change worrying about the wrong things (Wrong thing)
If the paparazzi catch her, she'll be famous (Flash)
Got to move low-key with the gangsters
Do what you do girl, flex with your gang (Flex)
Let's call the boys up (BM) Lambos gon' swing (Skrrt)
Who that making noise? (Who?) Gang-Gang (Who?)
Got a new crib, with a shooting range, get a professional aim (pow)
You was up, now you fell off (Hey)
Then you pull up, all cap better knock it off (Cap)
I might get caught with my side bitch (Gang)
'Cause I put my main bitch in the cockpit
[Bridge]
Bad bitches and they lit (Woo)
I just told 'em, "Flip the switch" (Flip it)
Gang 'round, with the shits (Switch it)
I just told 'em, "Flip the switch" (Hey)
(Flip it, flip it, flip it, flip it)
Switch it
(Flip it, flip it, flip it, flip it)
Flip that ho switch
(Flip it!)
[Chorus]
You the one that's tryna keep your business low-key, huh? (Huh?)
You the one that's having your main nigga, can't get no sleep, huh? (Sleep, hey)
You the one who walk around on fleek, huh? (Fleek)
You the one that started from the bottom but you reached your peak, huh? (Peak, peak)
You taught her how to swallow with no teeth, huh?
Make them dollars out the street, huh? (Cash)
Baddest bitch you ever seen, huh? (Bad)
You the one who split the guap with your team, huh? (Split it)
You the one who drink a lotta codeine, huh? (Drank)12Embed
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, I got shorties out tryna find me, that look
Slipping through the cracks 'cause I'm slimy, I slipped
Chain wetter than a river you could cry me
Quick to Timberlake a bitch, now she despise me, I swear
I just let the money energize me
Nigga, you was in your 20s in the '90s, yeah
I just order Phantoms off the website
They ask how I want the shit, I say, "Surprise me"
Ayy, yeah, look
She wanna hang when the album drop, that's timely
Ayy, got a present for my oppers, word to Smiley
I know her man, gotta move her from beside me I swear
[Chorus]
You the one that's tryna keep your business low-key, huh? (Huh?)
You the one that's having your main nigga, can't get no sleep, huh? (Sleep, hey)
You the one who walk around on fleek, huh? (Fleek)
You the one that started from the bottom but you reached your peak, huh? (Peak, peak)
You taught her how to swallow with no teeth, huh?
Make them dollars out the street, huh? (Cash)
Baddest bitch you ever seen, huh? (Bad)
You the one who split the guap with your team, huh? (Split it)
You the one who drink a lotta codeine, huh? (Drank)
|
FLIP THE SWITCH
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda
Work, work
[Chorus]
Workin' me (Work), she workin' me (Work, work)
Urgin' me (Urge), it be urgin' me (Yeah, yeah)
Just let up the top and close the curtain, please (Skrrt, skrrt)
I decided to go up like Major League (Goin' up)
She just popped the Perky just like pork and beans (Perky)
She just popped the Perky, say I hurt her knees (Perky)
She hurtin' me, wrist strong, Hercules (Hurtin' me)
[Verse 1]
Two cups, Martell pour it neat (Two)
Serve a fiend, fuck a bitch, then go to sleep (Serve, serve)
I need to get me a mil' before we leave (Get me)
No key pull up, remember me (Skrrt, skrrt)
'Member me, oh, 'member me (Hey)
Take 'em way back, Lil Jon energy (Lil Jon)
Pockets real fat, Cashville ten a key (Young Buck)
Fire the blunt (Woo), it done died off, yeah
Ride off (Ride), bitches ride off, yeah (Skrrt)
Your boss, he done died off, yeah (Skrrt)
I just cut the dirty stove and powered off, yeah (Hey)
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[Chorus]
Workin' me (Work), she workin' me (Work)
Urgin' me (Urge), it be urgin' me (Work)
Just let up the top and close the curtain, please (Skrrt, skrrt)
I decided to go up like Major League (Goin' up)
She just popped the Perky just like pork and beans (Perky)
She just popped the Perky, say I hurt her knees (Perky)
She hurtin' me, wrist strong, Hercules (Hurtin' me)
She hurtin' me, wrist strong, Hercules (Hercules)
[Verse 2]
I decided to go up, Major League (Goin' up)
Call the plug, tell him bring a key (Bring the key)
Then retire, with the Bucks, JT (JT)
Bought a coupe and told a rapper, "Race me" (Skrrt, skrrt)
Remember when they used to curve me (Swoop)
Now they wanna represent my earnings (Represent it)
If you want smoke, smoke alarm me (Smoke, smoke)
By yourself, no, bring your army (Come and get it)
I'm havin' shit that gon' extinct your whole family (Extinct)
I put 'em out, I feel like he done broke the leaves (Ayy, ayy)
I put the work inside the wall behind the scene (Work, work)
She attractin' all the dogs, but work for me (Hrr, work)
[Chorus]
Workin' me (Work), she workin' me (Work, work)
Urgin' me (Urge), it be urgin' me (Yeah, yeah)
Just let up the top and close the curtain, please (Skrrt, skrrt)
I decided to go up like Major League (Goin' up)
She just popped the Perky just like pork and beans (Perky)
She just popped the Perky, say I hurt her knees (Perky)
She hurtin' me, wrist strong, Hercules (Hurtin' me)
She hurtin' me, wrist strong, Hercules (Whoop)10Embed
[Verse 1]
Two cups, Martell pour it neat (Two)
Serve a fiend, fuck a bitch, then go to sleep (Serve, serve)
I need to get me a mil' before we leave (Get me)
No key pull up, remember me (Skrrt, skrrt)
'Member me, oh, 'member me (Hey)
Take 'em way back, Lil Jon energy (Lil Jon)
Pockets real fat, Cashville ten a key (Young Buck)
Fire the blunt (Woo), it done died off, yeah
Ride off (Ride), bitches ride off, yeah (Skrrt)
Your boss, he done died off, yeah (Skrrt)
I just cut the dirty stove and powered off, yeah (Hey)
[Chorus]
Workin' me (Work), she workin' me (Work, work)
Urgin' me (Urge), it be urgin' me (Yeah, yeah)
Just let up the top and close the curtain, please (Skrrt, skrrt)
I decided to go up like Major League (Goin' up)
She just popped the Perky just like pork and beans (Perky)
She just popped the Perky, say I hurt her knees (Perky)
She hurtin' me, wrist strong, Hercules (Hurtin' me)
She hurtin' me, wrist strong, Hercules (Whoop)
|
WORKIN ME
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
This nigga, man
Yah, yahhh
Oh, uh-oh, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yah, yuh-yuh
Ayy
[Chorus]
She like it (Like), I'm swipin' (Swipe)
Ice bitin' (Bite), she dykin' (Dyke), yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
She like it (She like), I'm swipin' (Swipe)
Ice bitin' (Blaow), she dykin' (Dyke), yeah, yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun (Yeah, uh)
I had to come right back like double back and rerun (Yeah, uh)
[Verse]
Yeah, go ahead spend it, I'm live in it (Yeah)
Yeah, my whip came with curtains, I don't need it tinted (Ooh)
Yeah, when it come to I, she turn so independent (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah, when it comes to this D, she turn so damn dependent (Straight up, ooh-ooh)
Night times, summertime cold
You really wanna say yes, but you sayin' no (No)
I'm on top my game like a Kangol (Yeah)
I let her drive the Range, then she wreck the Rolls (Rolls)
Yeah, ice-ice biting Cartier Bangles (Bitin')
Yeah, she let me smash her friends long as the chain froze (Alright)
Yeah, ain't been here 15 minutes, why she changed clothes? (It's lit)
She ride with me through the city while we swang doors (Straight up)
Slide through the hood, pop up on the nawf (Yeah, yeah)
You know everything good when you with the 'Cho (Yeah, yeah)
Chosen, outspoken (Yah), arrogant, that's on both ends (Alright)
Good vibes, givin' off good vibes (Good vibes)
One time, can you kick it one time? (One time)
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[Chorus]
She like it (Yeah, like), I'm swipin' (Yeah, swipe, yeah)
Ice bitin' (Bite), she dykin' (Dyke), yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
She like it (She like), I'm swipin' (Swipe)
Ice bitin' (Blaow), she dykin' (Dyke), yeah, yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun (Yeah, uh)
I had to come right back like double back and rerun (Yeah, uh)
[Interlude]
I think one of us is inclined to
You, you didn't come the second night, I was here
No, I got too fucked up the first night
For real
[Break]
Link up, come witness
Come link up, we can bring your bitches
Bring your drink up, we can do some business
When the min up, we can run a mission
Yeah, link up, come witness
Come link up, you can bring your bitches
We can drink; we can drink up
Yeah, link up, yeah, link up
Hit my beeper, I'ma hit the creep up
Just to see us, I'ma need a few dubs
In the penthouse, you gon' get the reaper
Oh my, I swear, on the v-nuh
On a v-nuh, I can do no e-nuh
Called up Nina, rollin' on my d-nuh
Ike and Tina, way I beat the, beat the, beat the, beat the
[Chorus]
She like it (Like), I'm swipin' (Swipe)
Ice bitin' (Bite), she dykin' (Dyke), yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
I had to come right back like double back and rerun
She like it (She like), I'm swipin' (Swipe)
Ice bitin' (Blaow), she dykin' (Dyke), yeah, yeah
I had to come right back like double back and rerun (Yeah, uh)
I had to come right back like double back and rerun (Yeah, uh)37Embed
[Verse]
Yeah, go ahead spend it, I'm live in it (Yeah)
Yeah, my whip came with curtains, I don't need it tinted (Ooh)
Yeah, when it come to I, she turn so independent (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah, when it comes to this D, she turn so damn dependent (Straight up, ooh-ooh)
Night times, summertime cold
You really wanna say yes, but you sayin' no (No)
I'm on top my game like a Kangol (Yeah)
I let her drive the Range, then she wreck the Rolls (Rolls)
Yeah, ice-ice biting Cartier Bangles (Bitin')
Yeah, she let me smash her friends long as the chain froze (Alright)
Yeah, ain't been here 15 minutes, why she changed clothes? (It's lit)
She ride with me through the city while we swang doors (Straight up)
Slide through the hood, pop up on the nawf (Yeah, yeah)
You know everything good when you with the 'Cho (Yeah, yeah)
Chosen, outspoken (Yah), arrogant, that's on both ends (Alright)
Good vibes, givin' off good vibes (Good vibes)
One time, can you kick it one time? (One time)
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RERUN
|
Quavo
|
[Chorus]
Yeah, she lookin' like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I'ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it (Go, lose it)
[Verse 1]
Bought her Chanel, surprise on her, yeah (Chanel, yeah)
She so bad, got girls and guys on her (Yeah)
Make me wanna pull out the phone and go live on her, yeah (Yeah)
But I snap back and close my eyes on her (Damn, yeah)
Bad bitch, she bring a team of girls (Damn, yeah)
They all came back after the club (Woo, yeah)
Every city I go, they show me love (Show, yeah)
That's because we (What?) real thugs (Yeah)
Bet that ice make her drown in the tub (Ice)
Say she got that bag, told her put down on the drugs (Bag)
That the type of shit that make your nigga call in (Brr, woo)
That the type of shit that make your nigga fall in love (Woo)
[Verse 2]
Pull up, I'm the life of the party
4x4 truck sittin' on Forgis
488 with a 8, that's Yachty
Lime Lamborghini sittin' pretty, that's Cardi
Blue Lamborghini Diablo, gon' Offset's
Havin' talks in the Wraith, 'bout to take off
Me and Pee in the Dawn havin' boss talks
Got the game from, bruh, that's where I walk
What am I gonna do when all these girls
In the city goin' crazy over me?
Take the tints off the car so they can see me
Slick, intimidatin', niggas wanna be me
PJ when we creepin', they won't ever see me
Ain't too into cameras, but they got to see me
Diamonds on my fingers, I'm a superstar
All in there like sneakin' with a superstar
Hit me if you want, I'm not gonna make a call
Marlo's still trappin' in them trap house
Cartier, solitaire, golf ball
Real big dog, I won't fuck with y'all
Made it to the charts, they know who I am
Shout out to my fans, really fuck with y'all
Internet beef, I won't get involved
If it's real problems, then it's gettin' solved
Yeah, yeah
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[Chorus]
Yeah, she lookin' like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I'ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it
[Verse 3]
When I say (Lose it)
She gonna make a nigga lose it
I'm talkin' big money
Big money, thumb throughin' it (Hey)
Not through with it (Nah, nah)
Not through with it (Nah)
She all on the phone with her last nigga
Say that pussy is mine, he losin' it (Brrt, yeah)
She poppin' it, I'm ownin' it (Yeah)
She droppin' it, it's stoppin' it (Stop), lose it (Yeah)
Out of control, she movin' it (Ooh, yeah)
It's movin' (Woo)
It's a movie (Woo)
She walkin' around in Nike leggings (Ooh, yeah)
Just doin' it (Go!)
Don't get involved with her besties, they messy
Spent a fifty ball on her neckpiece, she flexing
I don't give no calls, I just hit her with the texting
Emoji all drippin', leakin' waterfalls, yeah9Embed
[Verse 2]
Pull up, I'm the life of the party
4x4 truck sittin' on Forgis
488 with a 8, that's Yachty
Lime Lamborghini sittin' pretty, that's Cardi
Blue Lamborghini Diablo, gon' Offset's
Havin' talks in the Wraith, 'bout to take off
Me and Pee in the Dawn havin' boss talks
Got the game from, bruh, that's where I walk
What am I gonna do when all these girls
In the city goin' crazy over me?
Take the tints off the car so they can see me
Slick, intimidatin', niggas wanna be me
PJ when we creepin', they won't ever see me
Ain't too into cameras, but they got to see me
Diamonds on my fingers, I'm a superstar
All in there like sneakin' with a superstar
Hit me if you want, I'm not gonna make a call
Marlo's still trappin' in them trap house
Cartier, solitaire, golf ball
Real big dog, I won't fuck with y'all
Made it to the charts, they know who I am
Shout out to my fans, really fuck with y'all
Internet beef, I won't get involved
If it's real problems, then it's gettin' solved
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
When I say (Lose it)
She gonna make a nigga lose it
I'm talkin' big money
Big money, thumb throughin' it (Hey)
Not through with it (Nah, nah)
Not through with it (Nah)
She all on the phone with her last nigga
Say that pussy is mine, he losin' it (Brrt, yeah)
She poppin' it, I'm ownin' it (Yeah)
She droppin' it, it's stoppin' it (Stop), lose it (Yeah)
Out of control, she movin' it (Ooh, yeah)
It's movin' (Woo)
It's a movie (Woo)
She walkin' around in Nike leggings (Ooh, yeah)
Just doin' it (Go!)
Don't get involved with her besties, they messy
Spent a fifty ball on her neckpiece, she flexing
I don't give no calls, I just hit her with the texting
Emoji all drippin', leakin' waterfalls, yeah
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LOSE IT
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
(I love you, Atake)
[Chorus]
He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea)
I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat)
How much it cost? It never been cheap (It never been)
Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up)
Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)
All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)
Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up)
Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)
All these streets need bosses (Go)
[Verse 1]
If my dog get low on his pockets, I'm pickin' him up (Soo)
We came from the bottom together, my nigga, we get it, we splittin' it up
If my bitch tell me pay for that pussy, I take her ass shoppin' and tell her, "Shut up" (Shh)
Standin' on business, standin' on bitches, ain't nothin' to pipe that shit up (Soo)
It ain't nothin' to turn a bitch up
It ain't nothin' to turn your clique up (Ain't nothin')
Shit, we turned the jeweler up, just look at the diamonds we bust (Yeah)
Look at the people we touched, shit, I'm feelin' like Puffy and Russ' (Yeah)
I'm sendin' this shit like a toilet, lil' nigga so nasty, I never been flushed (Ugh, nasty, go)
Bulletproof Brabus, it came with a kit on it (Kit, skrrt, skrrt)
The switch is too light, it kick if you spit on it (Kick, frr, grrah, frr)
Hundreds of bands, I put that lil' shit on 'em (Shit, hee, ooh, hee)
Dope in my hand, I had to go flip somethin' (Flip it, flip, go, it's gone)
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[Chorus]
He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea)
I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat)
How much it cost? It never been cheap (It never been)
Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up)
Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)
All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)
Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up)
Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)
All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)
[Verse 2]
Big dog status, Bal Harbour
I ball, Lenox mall for my brothers
Goyard bag, tote the cutter
I got it out the field, fuck Russell
Go and ask Lori about the Patek
Then go and ask Joie and ask Dess
Philippe water, tryna drown a bitch
It's a habit trickin' on a bitch
Shit, I'm thinkin' I could've been a pimp
Shit, I'm cookin' up dope like it's dinner
Shit, I come from Zone 6, nigga trim
Shit, I'm floatin', I'm higher than a blimp
Shit, it look like I'm swimmin' in glass
Shit, I turn up my bitch 'cause she bad
Shit, I'm makin' her ex-nigga mad
Shit, they go for that bag, I'ma spaz
Real nigga alert, I'm securin' the bag
Pipin' a bitch, it ain't nothin', I got cash
Turn up the shooters with switches, go bad
Stay with some scammers, my dog movin' packs
Trappin' to rappin', my dog, he fall off, no cappin', I'm buyin' him a brick
Fuck on your bitch, then I told her to call off, actually, I'm makin' her quit
Painkillers got my lil' demons on go, they ready to hit with the stick
Painkillers got my lil' bitch on go, she ready to eat up the dick
My main hitters, call up the gang members, they was already on a lick
Hangin' with Migos, all these drugs and guns, think we Mexican (Freebandz)
[Chorus]
He want the scoop, she want the tea (She want the tea)
I cannot speak, we keepin' it street (We keepin' it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon' get beat (You still gon' get beat)
How much it cost? It never been cheap (It never been)
Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up)
Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)
All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)
Turn your clique up, dog (Turn 'em up)
Turn your bitch up, dog (Turn her up)
Tying these streets, can't cross it (Cross 'em up)
All these streets need bosses (Boss 'em up)2Embed
[Verse 1]
If my dog get low on his pockets, I'm pickin' him up (Soo)
We came from the bottom together, my nigga, we get it, we splittin' it up
If my bitch tell me pay for that pussy, I take her ass shoppin' and tell her, "Shut up" (Shh)
Standin' on business, standin' on bitches, ain't nothin' to pipe that shit up (Soo)
It ain't nothin' to turn a bitch up
It ain't nothin' to turn your clique up (Ain't nothin')
Shit, we turned the jeweler up, just look at the diamonds we bust (Yeah)
Look at the people we touched, shit, I'm feelin' like Puffy and Russ' (Yeah)
I'm sendin' this shit like a toilet, lil' nigga so nasty, I never been flushed (Ugh, nasty, go)
Bulletproof Brabus, it came with a kit on it (Kit, skrrt, skrrt)
The switch is too light, it kick if you spit on it (Kick, frr, grrah, frr)
Hundreds of bands, I put that lil' shit on 'em (Shit, hee, ooh, hee)
Dope in my hand, I had to go flip somethin' (Flip it, flip, go, it's gone)
|
Turn Yo Clic Up
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
Dun Deal on the track
[Verse 1]
Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
I'm a OG now, so you need me (OG, I'm a OG)
Think you poppin' Xanax bars, but it's Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it's Fentanyl)
Think you're living life like rockstars but you're dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing, I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing, I can show you it ain't all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
I'ma be your big bro (Big bro), I'ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I'ma be your big bro (Big bro), I'ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I'ma be your big bro (Big bro), say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro), I'ma be your big bro (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it's a championship
Teach 'em how to get them Ps on the back of RVs
When you get 'cross seas, it's a championship
Clappin' on things like I'm in New Orleans
When I hit 'em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs 'cause I'm right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them
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[Refrain]
Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it's a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What's happening?
Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?
Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon' get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)
[Verse 3]
Big bro ridin' with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the cool life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain't got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don't go right (No, no, ayy)
[Chorus]
I'ma be your big bro (Big bro), I'ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I'ma be your big bro (Big bro), I'ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I'ma be your big bro (Big bro), say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro), I'ma be your big bro (Yeah)8Embed
[Verse 2]
Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it's a championship
Teach 'em how to get them Ps on the back of RVs
When you get 'cross seas, it's a championship
Clappin' on things like I'm in New Orleans
When I hit 'em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs 'cause I'm right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them
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BIG BRO
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga
[Verse 1]
I was twenty-two when I first dropped (Deuce, deuce)
Most influential dude when I first dropped (Uh, true story)
The bando named the new spot (Bando)
Where them boys from? They ain't from the Hot (Nawf)
Hotlanta (Hot), dirty mango Fanta (Mud, hot)
Swept the game like I'm Huncho MC Hammer (Uh, hammer time)
Write my name 'cross the hall of fame banner (Write it, write it)
Hit the lights, diamonds flash like a camera (Flip the switch)
First met her in some open-toed sandals (Yeah, hey)
Now-now her attitude like a candle (She lit, lit)
That bag make you wanna up your standards (Get rich, rich)
Way too fat but she ain't got no manners
Lil' bitch (Uh), hop on the stick, uh (Stick)
Grant your wish, uh (Woo), came for licks, uh (Licks)
We came to hit, uh (Hit), who that bitch? uh (Who?)
Poppin' shit, uh (Who?), let it rip, uh (Who? Raow)
[Chorus]
I said this the biggest alley oop (Yeah, alley oop)
I'm gon' air it out if I shoot (Baow)
It's only one mic in the booth (One mic)
Guess it's my night to tell the truth (Woo, truth, ah)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (Bag, bag, ah)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (Bag, bag, ah)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (Racks, cash, ah)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (Yeah, hey, woo, hey)
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[Verse 2]
I lead the way (Yes, leader), follow the wave (Follow the wave, ah, ah)
I'm not Beyoncé (No, ah, ah), it's bigger than Jay (Hov')
All in the studio cookin' up beats (Woo), but I'm not Ye (Yeezy, ah, ah)
Blessin' the whole industry but they not tryna pay (Pay, ah, ah)
I wanted like ten mill' (Ayy), that was like last year (Ayy, ah)
They lookin' like, "Oh, for real?" (Ayy), wait 'til this year (Ayy, ah)
Make the bank clear (Racks), grandma ain't here (Grandma)
Fuck your fake tears (Fake, ah) Huncho made his (M's)
And I'm humble still (Yeah, yeah, ah)
Niggas been handlin' business and dough before the deal
(Rah, handlin' business, ah, ah)
You livin' a lie, I only provide the real (Go, go)
Niggas been drownin' they kidneys before they got rid of the seal (Drownin' my kidneys)
Thinkin' 'bout gettin' a big Bentley and callin' it Shaquille O'Neal (Yeah, Shaquille)
Thinkin' about wrappin' a Benz yellow, Kill Bill (Kill Bill)
Thinkin' that you poppin' but it's Advil (Advil)
Think your stage hoppin'? It's a standstill (Standstill)
[Outro]
Yeah, I go by the name of Huncho
Quavo Huncho (30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
The hitman, woah
Huncho, let's go
Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt14Embed
[Chorus]
I said this the biggest alley oop (Yeah, alley oop)
I'm gon' air it out if I shoot (Baow)
It's only one mic in the booth (One mic)
Guess it's my night to tell the truth (Woo, truth, ah)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (Bag, bag, ah)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (Bag, bag, ah)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (Racks, cash, ah)
Who got the biggest bag in the room? (Yeah, hey, woo, hey)
[Outro]
Yeah, I go by the name of Huncho
Quavo Huncho (30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
The hitman, woah
Huncho, let's go
Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt
|
BIGGEST ALLEY OOP
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
22 million dollars in cash left on the street
The boy who picked up the cash? Went on a mission
(Buddah Bless this beat)
It's the most money I've ever felt or touched
Buddah, Huncho, go!
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo (That's hard), yes sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No)
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir
[Post-Chorus]
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr (Huncho)
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
[Verse 1]
Yeah, whip it like I can't stand it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, park and do damage (Skrrt)
Trap house to a mansion (Trap)
I put that on my granny (Grandma)
Grandma, yeah
Grandma
Let me see that lighter (Hey)
Fire a nigga ass up, yerr (Yeah)
Missed his head so I caught him in the ear (Grrrah)
I should face tattoo a hundred tears (Huh?)
All these rappers wanna make disappear (Woo)
In the spotlight lookin' like deers (Deer)
'Specially when we pull up pressin' (Press 'em)
'Specially when we pull up flexin' (Flexin')
'Specially when we pull up checkin' (Check 'em)
150 cash on a necklace (Ice)
Young nigga scrapin' them extras (Skrrt)
Movin' 'em blocks, no Tetris (Blocks)
Wrap 'em a lot like Texas
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[Verse 2]
Lil' mama fine as hell, but she actin' saditty (Stuck up)
I'm not Will Smith, but I'm tryna get jiggy (Fuck her)
I can show you how to make a band like Diddy
Get up out yo' feelings 'fore this choppa make you dance like Shiggy (21)
6 God just like Drizzy (Skrait up)
Shoot you in the back like Ricky (Skraight up)
Seats peanut butter like Jiffy (Skraight up)
Y'all niggas rats like Mickey (Skraight up)
Thick women only, I'm picky (On God)
Yellow diamonds on me, they pissy (On God)
Elliot the one did all my ice, but I'm not talkin' bout Missy (On God)
Pick your side (Yeah)
One man army, don't need no side (Yeah)
Rolls-Royce truck (Skraight up)
Your bitch gettin' down on her knees inside (On God)
Y'all gotta put shit together, 'cause your money short, nigga, like Yeezy slides (Broke ass)
The Bentley truck came with them, I ain't even have to put no TVs inside
[Post-Chorus]
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
[Verse 3]
Yeah, hey! Only God I fear (God)
It's ten bricks in the Lear (Bricks)
Draco came with a mirror (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
To watch my back (Uh, uh)
Heard he got whacked (Huh, huh)
The bando back (Uh)
Cookin' from scratch (Uh, whip)
Heard you the man now
You do the dirt with your hands, huh? (Dirt)
Get it for a lil' bit of change, feel like you pickin' up cans now (Uh)
Satellites on the plane, think the prezi flyin' (Dope)
Beep, beep! Fuck it, dead line (Fuck it)
Took your bitch to the bank, now her head's mine (Toppy)
If I ever have kids, inherit my bread line (Oh!)4Embed
[Verse 1]
Yeah, whip it like I can't stand it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, park and do damage (Skrrt)
Trap house to a mansion (Trap)
I put that on my granny (Grandma)
Grandma, yeah
Grandma
Let me see that lighter (Hey)
Fire a nigga ass up, yerr (Yeah)
Missed his head so I caught him in the ear (Grrrah)
I should face tattoo a hundred tears (Huh?)
All these rappers wanna make disappear (Woo)
In the spotlight lookin' like deers (Deer)
'Specially when we pull up pressin' (Press 'em)
'Specially when we pull up flexin' (Flexin')
'Specially when we pull up checkin' (Check 'em)
150 cash on a necklace (Ice)
Young nigga scrapin' them extras (Skrrt)
Movin' 'em blocks, no Tetris (Blocks)
Wrap 'em a lot like Texas
[Verse 3]
Yeah, hey! Only God I fear (God)
It's ten bricks in the Lear (Bricks)
Draco came with a mirror (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
To watch my back (Uh, uh)
Heard he got whacked (Huh, huh)
The bando back (Uh)
Cookin' from scratch (Uh, whip)
Heard you the man now
You do the dirt with your hands, huh? (Dirt)
Get it for a lil' bit of change, feel like you pickin' up cans now (Uh)
Satellites on the plane, think the prezi flyin' (Dope)
Beep, beep! Fuck it, dead line (Fuck it)
Took your bitch to the bank, now her head's mine (Toppy)
If I ever have kids, inherit my bread line (Oh!)
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PASS OUT
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
Yeah
(DJ Durell)
They thought we forgot
We ain't forget
[Chorus]
Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn)
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em)
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank, Takeoff)
[Verse 1]
I know you niggas wanna be me, but it's levels (Bitch)
I got the gang tatted on me, that's forever (Gang)
Wanna know my moves and all my spots, but I move clever (Move)
Wanna know my stash, how much I got, but I ain't gon' tell 'em (Uh-uh)
Push it, push it, runnin' through it, get that bag, come on (Go)
Titanic yacht, big enough for all my niggas to jump on (Come on)
I know she came with you, but she lookin' for me to go home (Me)
Rollie discontinued like the drank I used to sip on
[Interlude]
And that's Act', nigga
Not Wock'
Not Quagen
Not red
[Chorus]
Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn)
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em)
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank, Huncho)
[Verse 2]
I'm the Huncho, bitch, I'm 'bout my cheddar (Quavo)
Lil' ho keep goin' out sad, lil' bitch, do better (Bitch)
She want me to hit it, put my blicky on the dresser (Glocky)
Feelin' brilliant just like Elon, popped a Tesla (Pop it, go)
You ain't got no motion, you can't stand up in my section (Get out)
I said, "Caresha, please" (Soo) 'cause she too messy (Please)
Bitch fucked my dog behind my back, but I ain't stressin' (Not at all)
You wanted the gang, you should've just said it, we would've blessed it (Should've just said it)
Now shit got messy (Uh)
Smokin' exotic shit with an exotic bitch (Exotics)
Geekin', I'm bringin' all kind of narcotics with me (Narcotics)
Got guns on the table, I'm like, "Who fire this is?" (Who?)
This bitch got past security, I'm like, "Who let her in?" (Gang)
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[Chorus]
Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn)
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em)
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank)1Embed
[Verse 2]
I'm the Huncho, bitch, I'm 'bout my cheddar (Quavo)
Lil' ho keep goin' out sad, lil' bitch, do better (Bitch)
She want me to hit it, put my blicky on the dresser (Glocky)
Feelin' brilliant just like Elon, popped a Tesla (Pop it, go)
You ain't got no motion, you can't stand up in my section (Get out)
I said, "Caresha, please" (Soo) 'cause she too messy (Please)
Bitch fucked my dog behind my back, but I ain't stressin' (Not at all)
You wanted the gang, you should've just said it, we would've blessed it (Should've just said it)
Now shit got messy (Uh)
Smokin' exotic shit with an exotic bitch (Exotics)
Geekin', I'm bringin' all kind of narcotics with me (Narcotics)
Got guns on the table, I'm like, "Who fire this is?" (Who?)
This bitch got past security, I'm like, "Who let her in?" (Gang)
[Chorus]
Don't let that broke bitch in 'cause she too messy (Bitch)
Who the fuck them broke boys with? Get out my section (Get out my section)
Just pulled a muscle, goddamn, too much flexin' (Damn)
Caught 'em in traffic on an accident, we pressin' (Got 'em)
Smokin' zaza every second I be stressin'
If you ain't tryna beat 'em, fuck it, won't you stretch 'em? (Do that)
They wiped his nose for that tissue, God bless him (Wipe it)
I dropped a four of purp', I call that shit Chris Webber (Drank)
|
Messy
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Quavo
|
[Intro]
Pussy nigga, pull up, crash out about your bae (Boy, you pussy)
Lil' bitch, come dance battle with my Drac' (Brrt)
You been fucked your bag up when you punched Ri' in the face
Talkin' 'bout fashion week, you sparin' who? Come punch me in my face (Pussy)
It ain't nothin' but a fade (Woo), you know you lost to Frank (Frank Ocean?)
Niggas ran in your house, tied up your aunt 'cause you ain't pay (Auntie)
This bullet got your name (Chris)
Don't ever bring up Take, pussy (DJ Durel, pussy)
You know half of y'all niggas some hoes out here (Pussy, ha, ha)
I'm talkin' 'bout like, these niggas bleed once a month, type shit (Ha)
Bitch
[Chorus]
I call your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I hit your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I did a favor comin' to save you, but you gon' owe me, pussy (Owe me)
I'm on the edge, don't push me (Don't)
You work with the feds, you're pussy (12)
Commit a crime and ain't did no time, can't fake it, we know that you're pussy (We know it)
Pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy nigga
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil' baby nose (Pussy nigga, wipe it)
Droppin' a dime and pillow talkin' to these bitches and hoes (Pussy nigga, drop it)
Glitter ain't gold, pussy nigga (Nah), you've been exposed (Exposed)
Pussy
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[Verse]
Lil' boy wanna die 'bout some coochie? (Baow)
You still fucked up 'bout Karrueche? (Damn)
You tried to beat up Teyana (No cap)
But Usher wouldn't let you do it (Usher)
The cocaine got him, your honor (White)
Bipolar disorder, no wonder
You was the greatest, nigga, you fumbled
Goin' out sad, I'm watchin' you crumble (Uh)
Why they got Quavo out here goin' back and forth with a singer that turned to a junkie?
Now we got light skin versus brown skin, nigga finna divide the country (Go)
Nigga, you ain't been in the trenches (Trenches)
We stomp in the yard, you know how that ended (Stomp)
Want smoke with me? OHB mean fightin' over hoes and bitches (OHB)
Who gassed you up to put that out? Yeah, that was shitty, nigga (On God)
I can take a model bitch and make her Saweetie, nigga (Bitch)
Crackhead Michael Jackson, bitch, you better beat it, nigga (Woo)
I'm still fucked up about Takeoff, I want who did it, nigga (Uh)
But that's some real street shit, back to the industry (For real)
Where your baby mamas at? Know they got plenty tea (Nigga, fuck that)
Pussy, every time you see me, keep that energy (Keep that energy)
Can't believe I gotta beat you 'bout some women beef
[Chorus]
I call your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I hit your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I did a favor comin' to save you, but you gon' owe me, pussy (Owe me)
I'm on the edge, don't push me (Don't)
You work with the feds, you're pussy (12)
Commit a crime and ain't did no time, can't fake it, we know that you're pussy (We know it)
Pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy nigga
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil' baby nose (Pussy nigga, wipe it)
Droppin' a dime and pillow talkin' to these bitches and hoes (Pussy nigga, drop it)
Glitter ain't gold, pussy nigga (Nah), you've been exposed (Exposed)
Pussy (Pussy)2Embed
[Chorus]
I call your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I hit your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I did a favor comin' to save you, but you gon' owe me, pussy (Owe me)
I'm on the edge, don't push me (Don't)
You work with the feds, you're pussy (12)
Commit a crime and ain't did no time, can't fake it, we know that you're pussy (We know it)
Pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy nigga
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil' baby nose (Pussy nigga, wipe it)
Droppin' a dime and pillow talkin' to these bitches and hoes (Pussy nigga, drop it)
Glitter ain't gold, pussy nigga (Nah), you've been exposed (Exposed)
Pussy
[Chorus]
I call your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I hit your ho for pussy (Brrt)
I did a favor comin' to save you, but you gon' owe me, pussy (Owe me)
I'm on the edge, don't push me (Don't)
You work with the feds, you're pussy (12)
Commit a crime and ain't did no time, can't fake it, we know that you're pussy (We know it)
Pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy (You), pussy nigga
Time after time, I pull up and wipe me a lil' baby nose (Pussy nigga, wipe it)
Droppin' a dime and pillow talkin' to these bitches and hoes (Pussy nigga, drop it)
Glitter ain't gold, pussy nigga (Nah), you've been exposed (Exposed)
Pussy (Pussy)
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Over Hoes & Bitches (OHB)
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Quavo
|
[Hook]
Fill up the bank account, overload
I just touched down on the truckload
You an impostor like gusto
You an impostor like gusto
I keep the tool like Rambo
I'm rich and still trap out the bando
I'm rich and still trap out the bando
I'm rich and still trap out the bando
[Bridge]
Play with the key like piano
Play with the key like a banjo
Play with the key like a guitar
I turned myself to a trapstar
I turned myself to a trapstar
I turned myself to a trapstar (aye, trap)
Trapstar, trapstar, trapstar
[Verse]
If you get dope on your hands
Don't put your hands on your face
Run it and stack up some bands
Throw that shit right in your safe
Real trapper gon' make him a cap everyday
(real trapper, real trapper, real trapper)
Hit you a jugg or ice out your Rollie, go skate
I put a cam in my license plate
We fuck her you know we don't go out on dates
(You know we ain't spendin' money on ho's)
I'd rather go strike on the dice
I bet it all in one play on the 6 and the 8
Me and my nigga pull up where your momma lay
Better bring the money back to me ándale
I sprinkle the pot with the baking soda like a funnel cake
(fuck wit' da' fuck wit' da pope)
And she never seen a boss
I told her I be's the boss
And she rather wait in the car
When I pull up and serve at your house
I met the little bitch at the bar
I told her that I was a trap star
I'ma be in the hall of fame of trappin'
I beat up the pot with a crow bar
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[Bridge]
Play with the key like piano
Play with the key like a banjo
Play with the key like a guitar
I turned myself to a trapstar
I turned myself to a trapstar
I turned myself to a trapstar
Trapstar, trapstar, trapstar11Embed
[Verse]
If you get dope on your hands
Don't put your hands on your face
Run it and stack up some bands
Throw that shit right in your safe
Real trapper gon' make him a cap everyday
(real trapper, real trapper, real trapper)
Hit you a jugg or ice out your Rollie, go skate
I put a cam in my license plate
We fuck her you know we don't go out on dates
(You know we ain't spendin' money on ho's)
I'd rather go strike on the dice
I bet it all in one play on the 6 and the 8
Me and my nigga pull up where your momma lay
Better bring the money back to me ándale
I sprinkle the pot with the baking soda like a funnel cake
(fuck wit' da' fuck wit' da pope)
And she never seen a boss
I told her I be's the boss
And she rather wait in the car
When I pull up and serve at your house
I met the little bitch at the bar
I told her that I was a trap star
I'ma be in the hall of fame of trappin'
I beat up the pot with a crow bar
[Bridge]
Play with the key like piano
Play with the key like a banjo
Play with the key like a guitar
I turned myself to a trapstar
I turned myself to a trapstar
I turned myself to a trapstar
Trapstar, trapstar, trapstar
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Trapstar
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
Ayy
Buddah Bless this beat
[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt)
Lamb talk (Yuh), Lamb talk (Yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga, Lamb talk (Skrrt, Huncho)
[Verse 1]
Bad mouth, agh, rag talk (Rag)
Bring that cash out (Bag), these bitches ass out (Woah)
Who gon' back down? (Who?) We can't back down (Who?)
Bodybag now (Who?), toe tag now (Who? Rrrah)
Run through the city, you think that you gettin' it
You gon' have to pay your percentage (Hey)
Fuck nigga, we'll come get it (Come get it)
We'll come get it with interest (Go)
Niggas be dissin' on Twitter and still believin' they gon' get a mention (Who?)
Fuck nigga, we'll come get it (Come get it)
You know we gon' handle the business
Bow talk (Yeah) this that bow talk (Yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they fouled out (Yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (Brrt, yeah)
QC the new Cash Money Records now (Yeah, go)
Whip it up, turn it up, 'fraid they don't turn it up
Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up
Type it up, write it up, hit 'em up (Woo), nigga can't fight at us
Hit 'em up, really gon' split 'em up
Diamond gon', diamond gon', diamond gon' bite
Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks
Baby girl, eat it up, eat it up, ain't nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh
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[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh), Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga, Lamb talk (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Bad bitch, your highness (Your highness)
Truck, green, sinus (Snotty)
Welcome to Huncho World, the Migo Gang Dynasty (Dynasty)
Yeah, get your lil' money for my niggas, minus it (Go get it, go get it)
I promise you lil' niggas don't want the violence (No smoke, no smoke)
Bought me a strap, issue silence (Pshew, pshew, pshew)
It's a shame, these young niggas drinkin' Wocky (Wock', Wock')
And Quali (Damn!) Me and Wop were drinkin' Act'
Back when Follie's (Drank! Guwop!) didn't let me in with that gat
Now it's (Yeah) jets (Phew), designer clothes, flex (Flex)
Met Gala carpet (Hoo), Walk it like I talk it (Walk it)
All these hoes stalkin' (Stalkin'), shake these haters off me (Shake it)
You got a big mouth (Big mouth), like a gator talkin' (Gator)
Then I take the pot, (Woo) skrrt, skrrt, fork it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gumbo, like I'm from New Orleans (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lil' bitch said she hate me, fuck it, go and divorce me (Fuck it)
I iced out her neck in A.P., but she won't report it (Swear she didn't)
[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah, Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh), Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga, Lamb talk (Skrrt, skrrt)8Embed
[Verse 1]
Bad mouth, agh, rag talk (Rag)
Bring that cash out (Bag), these bitches ass out (Woah)
Who gon' back down? (Who?) We can't back down (Who?)
Bodybag now (Who?), toe tag now (Who? Rrrah)
Run through the city, you think that you gettin' it
You gon' have to pay your percentage (Hey)
Fuck nigga, we'll come get it (Come get it)
We'll come get it with interest (Go)
Niggas be dissin' on Twitter and still believin' they gon' get a mention (Who?)
Fuck nigga, we'll come get it (Come get it)
You know we gon' handle the business
Bow talk (Yeah) this that bow talk (Yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they fouled out (Yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (Brrt, yeah)
QC the new Cash Money Records now (Yeah, go)
Whip it up, turn it up, 'fraid they don't turn it up
Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up
Type it up, write it up, hit 'em up (Woo), nigga can't fight at us
Hit 'em up, really gon' split 'em up
Diamond gon', diamond gon', diamond gon' bite
Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks
Baby girl, eat it up, eat it up, ain't nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh
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LAMB TALK
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Quavo
|
[Intro]
We are denied not only civil rights, but even human rights. So the only way we're going to get some of this exploitation away from us, or aside from us... Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to? So much so that you don't want to be around each other. Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?
[Verse 1]
Fabrics, fabrics (Whoo)
Expensive, linen (Linen)
Put that bitch in the kitchen, in the kitchen whippin' (Yaa)
Back in the days, I was doin' lord willin' (Hey)
Mama gonna kill me, double cup spillin' (Spillin')
Every time I get the hundo, Will I'm trippin' (Trippin')
Every time your bitch phone rings she workin' (brr-brr)
Get no playin' time, Kendrick Perkins (Ayy)
Rockin' Timbs like I'm in New Jersey (Jersey)
Dubs versus Hawks, took off KD jersey (KD)
And he scored a 30
Up real early (Early), servin', servin', servin'
Fuck that bitch, she a virgin (Smash)
Said she had to go to work, she was nursin' (Nursin')
I can turn the pot to the armed service (Armed)
I declare war on your whole 30 (30)
Choppa hold a hunnid
If I wasn't real, I would be a hunnid (Hunnid)
So that mean everything authentic ('Thentic)
Every car I get, windows presidented (Presidented)
[Chorus]
Fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12 (Yeah, hey!)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo, Offset)
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[Verse 2]
Knocking at the door, bail (12, 12)
Cookin' up the dope, Ro-tel (Dope, dope, cookin')
You can get a whole wholesale (Wholesale)
Fuck 12, 12 on my coattails (Fuck 12)
They hatin', contemplatin' on the money (Hey), I'm makin'
First niggas trappin' out the bando (Bando), you fakin'
Karate chop the brick, cut it up, Ninja Gaiden (Waa)
Go and get the re-up, out the buck, not later (Go)
Kickin' my feet up, the J wanna eat up (Kick)
Your bitch addicted to this drip like a needle (Addict)
Detective on my back, just took my money, I'm illegal (12)
Shootin' at the pigs, they been killin' all our people (Pig)
Young, rich, black, got my mama on my back (Mama)
Daddy disappeared when my mama took him back (Grandma)
You shot him 'cause you thought he had a gun or he black (Woo)
You better watch out for the boys when you're black (Woo-whoo)
[Verse 3]
I'm doin' just what I wanna (For real)
Don't believe me, bet a hundred (Bet it)
Bet a nigga won't go under (Bet it)
Huncho realest out the jungle (Huncho)
I got the bricks from Wakanda (Bricks)
Them boys did the block over yonder (Skrr)
12 tried to pull a young nigga over (Brrt)
One call to my mama
'Cause I'm black (Mama), I don't know how to act (Nah)
Fuck the front seat, I go sit in the back
'Cause I'm black (Black), I don't know how to act
Double my cup and pour yak (Martell)
'Cause I'm black, I don't give a fuck about that
You judging me off the face tats (Whoa)
And I'm black (Black)
Whips on my back (Whip), got me the whips out back (Whoo)
[Chorus]
Fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
[Outro]
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
We are being killed every day
This gon' be your life every day
You gon' get tired of this shit before we do
You can ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God made you
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em3Embed
[Chorus]
Fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12 (Yeah, hey!)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo)
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12 (Woo woo, Offset)
[Outro]
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot (Fuck 'em)
Hands up, don't shoot
(Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
We are being killed every day
This gon' be your life every day
You gon' get tired of this shit before we do
You can ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God made you
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
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FUCK 12
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
(What would I do without you?)
Tears rollin' down my eyes
(What would I do without you?)
I just seen an angel fly
(What would I do without you?)
Tell me I'll be fine, oh, why? (What would I do without you?)
If you hear me say you lie, you a lie, you a lie
You hear me say you lie, you a lie, you a lie
[Verse 1]
Tears rollin' down my eyes (Mm-hm)
Can't tell you how many times I cried (Can't tell you how many times I cried)
Days ain't the same without you (No)
I don't know if I'm the same without you (Nah, I'm ain't the same)
Remember the days we smoked big blunts together?
Remember the days we rocked out Coachella? (Them days)
Remember the days we ain't have our shit together? (Shit)
On the Nawfside, times were hard, but them days was better (Nawf)
I wish I had a time machine
Just so you can take a ride with me (Skrr-skrrt)
I miss just how you smile at me (Smile)
Unc and Phew until infinity (Infinity)
I wish I had a time machine (Yessir)
So you can take a ride with me (Skrrt)
Wrap my arms around and hold you tight, Phew
So you can never say goodbye to me
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[Chorus]
Out in the galaxy, up in the stars
Over the universe, it's bigger than Mars
See you in Heaven, see you in Heaven
When I see you in Heaven, I'ma be with my dawg (Yeah)
Out in the galaxy, up in the stars
Over the universe, it's bigger than Mars (It's big)
See you in Heaven, see you in Heaven
When I see you in Heaven, I'ma be with my dawg (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I don't know if I'm the same without you (Yeah, I'm ain't the same)
It ain't no gang without you (No, it ain't no gang, nah)
Birthdays ain't the same without you (No)
Christmas ain't the same without you (No)
I'ma represent your name when it's 'bout you
I wouldn't have got it out the mud without you (Mud)
It's hard to see Mama Love without you (Mama), mama, mama
It's hard to see Mama Love without you (Mama Love, yeah)
[Chorus]
Out in the galaxy, up in the stars
Over the universe, it's bigger than Mars
See you in Heaven (Oh), see you in Heaven
When I see you in Heaven, I'ma be with my dawg (Yeah)
Out in the galaxy (Galaxy), up in the stars (Yeah)
Over the universe (Yeah), it's bigger than Mars (Than Mars)
See you in Heaven, see you in Heaven (See you in Heaven)
When I see you in Heaven, I'ma be with my dawg (Oh, yeah, I'ma be with my dawg)
[Outro]
(What would I do without you?) Yeah, be with my dawg
(What would I do without you?) Yeah, be with my dawg
(What would I do without you?) I wish I had a time machine (My dawg, yeah)
So you can take a ride with me
(What would I do without you?) But I know it don't work that way
And I'll see you again someday
(What would I do without you?) Take
Take (What would I do without you?)
Take, I'm sorry
Take, I'm sorry (What would I do without you?)
Take, I'm sorry
Take (What would I do without you?)
(What would I do without you?)7Embed
[Verse 1]
Tears rollin' down my eyes (Mm-hm)
Can't tell you how many times I cried (Can't tell you how many times I cried)
Days ain't the same without you (No)
I don't know if I'm the same without you (Nah, I'm ain't the same)
Remember the days we smoked big blunts together?
Remember the days we rocked out Coachella? (Them days)
Remember the days we ain't have our shit together? (Shit)
On the Nawfside, times were hard, but them days was better (Nawf)
I wish I had a time machine
Just so you can take a ride with me (Skrr-skrrt)
I miss just how you smile at me (Smile)
Unc and Phew until infinity (Infinity)
I wish I had a time machine (Yessir)
So you can take a ride with me (Skrrt)
Wrap my arms around and hold you tight, Phew
So you can never say goodbye to me
[Outro]
(What would I do without you?) Yeah, be with my dawg
(What would I do without you?) Yeah, be with my dawg
(What would I do without you?) I wish I had a time machine (My dawg, yeah)
So you can take a ride with me
(What would I do without you?) But I know it don't work that way
And I'll see you again someday
(What would I do without you?) Take
Take (What would I do without you?)
Take, I'm sorry
Take, I'm sorry (What would I do without you?)
Take, I'm sorry
Take (What would I do without you?)
(What would I do without you?)
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Without You
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah
Huncho, yeah
[Verse]
My chain, my watch, my wrist, my motherfuckin' house, my rise and grind (Grind)
I'd give away all this shit just to see my dog just one more time
Look up at the lights one time (One time)
Hit the stage, rock the mic one time (One time)
Roll one, get right one time (Hey)
Two cups, two cups, two cups (Ooh)
You remember them MCM backpacks? We was runnin' around with them racks (Racks)
No Wock', no Wock', ain't never took Wock' to Poland, I was drinking that Act' (On God)
Came in, swept the game like a storm with the motherfuckin' flow, nigga, Take' did that (On God)
So don't ask about the group, he gone, we gone, young nigga, it can't come back (Damn)
I'ma make sure mama straight (Mama)
Especially mama Take' (Treet)
I can't kick it with a fake (Nah)
And I won't sleep with the snakes (Snakes)
I'd rather eat with the greats (Greats)
I wanted peace, but I can't (Peace)
I gotta get somethin' straight
Hold on, wait, huh (Pew, pew, pew)
Tryna move forward, but I don't got all the answers (I don't got the answers)
But I know I can't look backwards, that's dangerous (That's dangerous)
Uh, I had to go read the Bible and take a few pages (Take a few pages)
Huncho influence, lil' nigga, now I turn the pages, I turn the pages (Uh)
Never forget that the Migos amazin' (Migos)
Look at the ice and the knot in my pants, you know that them young niggas made it (Ice)
Get your mind right, lil' nigga, you never know, you could be famous (You)
I got this shit out the mud and caught a lil' buzz, then QC changed it (QC)
Faces, faces (Faces), all kind of faces (For real)
All kind of faces (On God), we all God's babies (On God)
We all built with greatness (Built), we all came in dangerous (Dangerous)
We bound to fall against the odds, we get up and go crazy
And we face it (Face it), we face it (Come on)
Whatever type, we face it (Whatever)
The time it takes to get it (Time), the time it take to make it (To make it)
The time it take to lose it (Time), the time it take to take it (Take it)
The time it take to win (Time), this time you made the greatest (Greatest, yeah)
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[Outro]
Yeah, you made the greatest time with your life (Yeah)
Right now, it's greatness (Yeah)
You picked the perfect time in the world, it's right now (Yeah)
That time is greatness (Ooh)
I don't care how long it take (Yeah), I don't care what storm you been through, it's greatness (Yeah)
This how legends is born (Ah)
Greatness (Ooh)
I couldn't do it without the greatest group in the world (Yeah, yeah)
Hmm, greatness
I couldn't do it without the greatest nephew in the world (Oh, no)
Greatness
I love my mama (Mama, mama), I love my sister
Greatness (I love, I love)
My niece, greatness (I love, I love)
Lingo (Huh, greatness, yeah)
To infinity (Yeah, yeah), no stronger link in the world
Greatness (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, greatness6Embed
[Verse]
My chain, my watch, my wrist, my motherfuckin' house, my rise and grind (Grind)
I'd give away all this shit just to see my dog just one more time
Look up at the lights one time (One time)
Hit the stage, rock the mic one time (One time)
Roll one, get right one time (Hey)
Two cups, two cups, two cups (Ooh)
You remember them MCM backpacks? We was runnin' around with them racks (Racks)
No Wock', no Wock', ain't never took Wock' to Poland, I was drinking that Act' (On God)
Came in, swept the game like a storm with the motherfuckin' flow, nigga, Take' did that (On God)
So don't ask about the group, he gone, we gone, young nigga, it can't come back (Damn)
I'ma make sure mama straight (Mama)
Especially mama Take' (Treet)
I can't kick it with a fake (Nah)
And I won't sleep with the snakes (Snakes)
I'd rather eat with the greats (Greats)
I wanted peace, but I can't (Peace)
I gotta get somethin' straight
Hold on, wait, huh (Pew, pew, pew)
Tryna move forward, but I don't got all the answers (I don't got the answers)
But I know I can't look backwards, that's dangerous (That's dangerous)
Uh, I had to go read the Bible and take a few pages (Take a few pages)
Huncho influence, lil' nigga, now I turn the pages, I turn the pages (Uh)
Never forget that the Migos amazin' (Migos)
Look at the ice and the knot in my pants, you know that them young niggas made it (Ice)
Get your mind right, lil' nigga, you never know, you could be famous (You)
I got this shit out the mud and caught a lil' buzz, then QC changed it (QC)
Faces, faces (Faces), all kind of faces (For real)
All kind of faces (On God), we all God's babies (On God)
We all built with greatness (Built), we all came in dangerous (Dangerous)
We bound to fall against the odds, we get up and go crazy
And we face it (Face it), we face it (Come on)
Whatever type, we face it (Whatever)
The time it takes to get it (Time), the time it take to make it (To make it)
The time it take to lose it (Time), the time it take to take it (Take it)
The time it take to win (Time), this time you made the greatest (Greatest, yeah)
[Outro]
Yeah, you made the greatest time with your life (Yeah)
Right now, it's greatness (Yeah)
You picked the perfect time in the world, it's right now (Yeah)
That time is greatness (Ooh)
I don't care how long it take (Yeah), I don't care what storm you been through, it's greatness (Yeah)
This how legends is born (Ah)
Greatness (Ooh)
I couldn't do it without the greatest group in the world (Yeah, yeah)
Hmm, greatness
I couldn't do it without the greatest nephew in the world (Oh, no)
Greatness
I love my mama (Mama, mama), I love my sister
Greatness (I love, I love)
My niece, greatness (I love, I love)
Lingo (Huh, greatness, yeah)
To infinity (Yeah, yeah), no stronger link in the world
Greatness (Uh-huh)
Uh-huh, greatness
|
Greatness
|
Quavo
|
[Chorus]
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (Oh, Huncho did it?)
It's my game (M-M-M-Murda)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
It’s my name
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé (Drink)
It's my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo)
It's my name (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
(Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
It’s my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Drink, drink, drink)
(One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles, five bottles)
It's my name
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
(Six bottles, seven bottles, eight bottles, nine bottles, ten bottles)
It's my game
(Ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo)
Two bottles (Two), three bottles (Three)
Four bottles (Four), five bottles (Five)
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (Woo, drink)
Ten bottles (Ten), ten models, no drinkin' out the bottle (Splash)
Fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo, woah)
Yeah, yeah
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[Verse 1]
Cardi, look
They say my time is tickin'
These hoes is optimistic
Somebody told you not to fuck with me
I would listen (Nope)
Now this big mama (Big)
Big watch, big charm
I get pissed off (Bow)
You get pissed on (Grrr)
Look, court-side at the Garden
Just to see LeBron
I don't do number two
That's the type of shit I'm on (Woo)
[Verse 2]
It’s my game (Game, game, game)
Drippin’ like she dance in the rain (Drippin', yeah)
I had to give her a new nickname (Nickname)
Designer call us Met Gala Gang (Met Gala Gang)
She make me wanna private sale chain (Ice)
Rose gold mixed with Champagne (Rose gold, yeah)
End of the night, she David Blaine (Disappear)
Only thing I knew was her name (What it is?)
Champagne
[Chorus]
It’s my name (Champagne)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé (Champagne)
(Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
It's my game (Champagne, champagne)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
It's my name
(One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles, five bottles)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé (Champagne)
(Six bottles, seven bottles, eight bottles, nine bottles, ten bottles)
It's my game (Ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo)
Two bottles (Two), three bottles (Three)
Four bottles (Four), five bottles (Five)
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (Woo, drink)
Ten bottles (Ten), ten models, no drinkin’ out the bottle (Splash)
Fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo, woah)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
Huncho
We out in public (Hey)
And we thuggin' (Hey)
Know they love me (Hey)
Yeah, poppin' bottles (Hey)
We on that fuck shit (Hey)
Just keep 'em comin' (Hey, hey, hey)
Shawty bad mouth
Keep that bag though
And that ass soft (Yeah, hey)
I told her please don't play games
[Verse 4]
It's my game
Please let me entertain you ('Tain you)
Get inside your vein, too
Intoxicate your brain, ooh
Crazy, what I'll make you
I'll take you for a ride
Turn you up inside
There's nothing you can hide
Crazy, what I'll make you
Crazy, what I'll make you
It's my game
[Chorus]
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
It's my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
It's my name (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
It's my game (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
(One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles, five bottles)
It's my name
Please drink my up Champagne Rosé (Drink)
(Six bottles, seven bottles, eight bottles, nine bottles, ten bottles)
It's my game (Ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo)
Drink me up Champagne Rosé
Fill my cup Champagne Rosé7Embed
[Chorus]
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (Oh, Huncho did it?)
It's my game (M-M-M-Murda)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
It’s my name
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé (Drink)
It's my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo)
It's my name (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
(Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
It’s my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Drink, drink, drink)
(One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles, five bottles)
It's my name
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
(Six bottles, seven bottles, eight bottles, nine bottles, ten bottles)
It's my game
(Ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo)
Two bottles (Two), three bottles (Three)
Four bottles (Four), five bottles (Five)
Drink me up Champagne Rosé (Woo, drink)
Ten bottles (Ten), ten models, no drinkin' out the bottle (Splash)
Fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo, woah)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
It's my game
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
It's my name (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please drink me up Champagne Rosé
It's my game (Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Yeah)
(One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles, five bottles)
It's my name
Please drink my up Champagne Rosé (Drink)
(Six bottles, seven bottles, eight bottles, nine bottles, ten bottles)
It's my game (Ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles, ten bottles)
Please fill my cup Champagne Rosé (Woo, woo)
Drink me up Champagne Rosé
Fill my cup Champagne Rosé
|
CHAMPAGNE ROSÉ
|
Quavo
|
[Chorus]
Hope I don't get lost (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
Hope I don’t get lost (Get lost, lost)
Lost, in a world (Lost)
In this world, they divide us all (In this world, world)
In this world, they divide us all (In this world, divide)
Oh yeah (Divide, oh yeah, woo)
I hope the money don't diminish y'all (Yeah)
I hope the money (Woo, the money)
Don’t diminish y'all (Hey, ooh)
Yeah (Yeah, woo-hoo)
Hey
[Verse 1]
My team came from the bottom on the rise, yeah (Yeah)
God, please don't get me lost in this ride, yeah (Skrr, hoo)
Went to sleep, I had a dream of that fishscale (Fishy)
Woke up, then put it right on the street at retail (Retail)
Lifestyle, it get crazy, it get brazy yeah (Brazy)
My bitch mad at me, the days get rainy, yeah (Oh)
She always try to leave, she say I'm too player (Oh)
Oh, you lost in the sauce? I hope you get well (Get well)
Accomplish all my goals, congratulate me, yeah (Yeah)
Got the five-end guard with me, that's for safety, yeah (Yeah)
Make me wanna take all the Percocet pills (Percy)
Told Danny hit my phone when the check clears (Brr)
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[Verse 2]
I'm inside my soul, feel the weight on me (My soul)
Built to carry the load, feel this weight on me (Yeah)
Slide out, hit the road for my sanity (Mmm)
This how it fuckin' goes in my galaxy
After midnight (Midnight)
And my mind runs (And my mind runs)
With the demons on my back (Yeah)
'Til the day comes (’Til the day comes)
Been through it all my life (Yeah)
And I feel numb (Feel so numb)
Got the demons on my back
’Til the day comes ('TIl the day comes)
See, in my mind, I’m trapped in my mind
But I know I'll find a way (Find a way)
See, in my mind, I'm trapped in my mind
But I know I'll find a way
Survivin’ now (Ooh)
And find a way (Hmm)
[Verse 3]
Hotbox in the coupe, don't nothin' move I say (Skrr, skrr)
You gon' get lost if you try to make a move my way (Move)
Bad bitch gonna hit you with a move if you won't play (Get 'em)
You let the money get to your head, made me go the other way (That way, go)
Go to the top this season (Woo)
Let 'im get a rack, he need it (Rack)
Eating on the drug, she teathin' (Eat it up)
It's Migo Gang, believe me (Migo)
The gang over everything, that's what I pledge allegiance (Gang)
Take care my family, I know my mama need me (Mama)
Told my niggas in the pen I'm on, they didn't believe it (Brr)
Then they call back, they see me on TV (TV)
Hope I don't get lost (No)
In this million dollar vault (Yeah)
I don't want to take a loss (No)
You don't wanna get involved (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Hope I don't get lost (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
Hope I don't get lost (Get lost, lost)
Lost, in a world (Lost)
In this world, they divide us all (In this world, world)
In this world, they divide us all (In this world, divide)
Oh yeah (Divide, oh yeah, woo)
I hope the money don't diminish y'all (Yeah)
I hope the money (Woo, the money)
Don't diminish y'all (Hey, ooh)
Yeah (Yeah, woo-hoo)
Hey
[Outro]
Don't get lost in the way, don't
Don't get lost in the way, don't
Don't get lost in the way, don't
Don't get lost in the way4Embed
[Verse 1]
My team came from the bottom on the rise, yeah (Yeah)
God, please don't get me lost in this ride, yeah (Skrr, hoo)
Went to sleep, I had a dream of that fishscale (Fishy)
Woke up, then put it right on the street at retail (Retail)
Lifestyle, it get crazy, it get brazy yeah (Brazy)
My bitch mad at me, the days get rainy, yeah (Oh)
She always try to leave, she say I'm too player (Oh)
Oh, you lost in the sauce? I hope you get well (Get well)
Accomplish all my goals, congratulate me, yeah (Yeah)
Got the five-end guard with me, that's for safety, yeah (Yeah)
Make me wanna take all the Percocet pills (Percy)
Told Danny hit my phone when the check clears (Brr)
[Outro]
Don't get lost in the way, don't
Don't get lost in the way, don't
Don't get lost in the way, don't
Don't get lost in the way
|
LOST
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I got more Keys than Alicia (keys)
These niggas be talkin', policin' (12)
I took your ho, then released her (ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (uh)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred)
I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Lord I hope it don't vanish (god)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I told my mama don't panic (mama)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (two hundred)
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (two hundred)
Who thought I would be livin' life like this?
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit
[Verse 1]
Wrist drownin' in the water
Trappin' early Tom Joyner
Beat the pot, George Foreman (beat it up)
J's go nuts, acornin'
Look at me now, I'm soarin'
Look at the lean I'm pourin'
Come get your ho, she annoyin'
We toss her up like a coin
24 hours, geekin' on a tower
Shootin' at you cowards
'Cause my wrist two hundred thousand
If a nigga try to take it
I swear to god he ain't gon' make it
Back to the bando, the basics
Seein' green numbers, The Matrix
Look at that boy with the ice on
Catching plays Jerry Rice on me
I know niggas that'll get you nigga
If a nigga put the right price on it
Remember the days on the northside
Hit for a rack on the dice homie
Now I take the mic and stand on the stage
I p-p-p-pipe on it
And if you lookin' at me wrong
I got some niggas that's right on 'em
All these flawless stones
I bet your hoe gon' bite on 'em
Smokin' this gas get rid of the pain
You might think I got Glaucoma
Niggas might think I'm servin' the J's
'Cause I'm walkin' with these rocks on me
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[Chorus]
I got more Keys than Alicia (keys)
These niggas be talkin', policin' (12)
I took your ho, then released her (ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (uh)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred)
I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Lord I hope it don't vanish (god)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I told my mama don't panic (mama)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Who thought I would be livin' life like this?
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
You probably thought I couldn't buy this shit
[Verse 2]
White diamonds on my neck
White diamonds on my fist
I just got a white bitch
And she whippin' up the brick
In the trap my car, yeah it got that motor
I do not want that lil bitch
If that bitch is really not on mind, deep throat
Ayy, told that bitch eat out my oldest
She stick that dick en la boc'
I just be pitchin' her Raf like I'm floatin (yaaaaaah)
Mixin' the lean with cream soda (yeah)
Young nigga but my money gettin' older, ayy
Look at these bitches, they tellin' on me
But my lil' bitch, she like "So what?"
Look at my money, that's L-O-V-E
Smokin' that gas like a stoner
Nowadays fuckin' my bitches in threes
Ayy, ‘Member I'm watchin' TV
Ayy, nowadays I'm on TV
Ayy, Migo and Thugger baby yeah
Yeah, I just be countin' these G's
Yeah, I feel like I am Swizz Beatz
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys
[Verse 3]
Hundred thousand on my wrist
Bustin' at you, lil bitch
I just poured a lil Drizzy Drake
I just poured a lil six (that mud)
I be lettin' a bag go for Blake
32 and that 6 (Blake Griffin)
They be feelin' like Rico
Why you ain't called me on that?
I serve you out the backdoor
Nigga I serve you out the window
(I serve you out the window)
I serve you out the front door
Nigga I serve you out the car door
Laid back like OGG
200,000 on auto
Carbon 15 with the button on
Make me put it on auto (spray it)
Free the GOAT, that's Roscoe
We gon' still be at the top though
'Member we was on the block though
Hundred rounds and a Glock though
Came a long way from the zips of the mid, it was perfect
Stayed down all my motherfuckin' life, it was worth it14Embed
[Verse 1]
Wrist drownin' in the water
Trappin' early Tom Joyner
Beat the pot, George Foreman (beat it up)
J's go nuts, acornin'
Look at me now, I'm soarin'
Look at the lean I'm pourin'
Come get your ho, she annoyin'
We toss her up like a coin
24 hours, geekin' on a tower
Shootin' at you cowards
'Cause my wrist two hundred thousand
If a nigga try to take it
I swear to god he ain't gon' make it
Back to the bando, the basics
Seein' green numbers, The Matrix
Look at that boy with the ice on
Catching plays Jerry Rice on me
I know niggas that'll get you nigga
If a nigga put the right price on it
Remember the days on the northside
Hit for a rack on the dice homie
Now I take the mic and stand on the stage
I p-p-p-pipe on it
And if you lookin' at me wrong
I got some niggas that's right on 'em
All these flawless stones
I bet your hoe gon' bite on 'em
Smokin' this gas get rid of the pain
You might think I got Glaucoma
Niggas might think I'm servin' the J's
'Cause I'm walkin' with these rocks on me
[Verse 3]
Hundred thousand on my wrist
Bustin' at you, lil bitch
I just poured a lil Drizzy Drake
I just poured a lil six (that mud)
I be lettin' a bag go for Blake
32 and that 6 (Blake Griffin)
They be feelin' like Rico
Why you ain't called me on that?
I serve you out the backdoor
Nigga I serve you out the window
(I serve you out the window)
I serve you out the front door
Nigga I serve you out the car door
Laid back like OGG
200,000 on auto
Carbon 15 with the button on
Make me put it on auto (spray it)
Free the GOAT, that's Roscoe
We gon' still be at the top though
'Member we was on the block though
Hundred rounds and a Glock though
Came a long way from the zips of the mid, it was perfect
Stayed down all my motherfuckin' life, it was worth it
|
200,000
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
Buddah Bless this beat
[Chorus]
Fuck with me and get rich (Rich)
Popped one off, then she fly through the six (Six)
Keep a real nigga and she fuck with the bitch (Bitch)
Six in the mornin' and we still talkin' shit (Shit)
Drink a molly, go some weed (Weed)
Pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave (Weave)
Pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave
Pop, pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave (Weave)
[Verse 1]
Hey, you got it, drop, Ferrari ('Rari)
Hey, you got it, hoes, menagin'
Hey, you got it, woah, your wallet (Woah)
Two Falcon 50s back to back on autopilot (Woah)
Jumped on her phone and put them bands on her
Everywhere we go, we see some fans for her
The plug pulled up on me, wanna convo with us
Had to triumph, finesse or gon' buy 'em
Hey, you got it, trust the process (Process)
Hey, you got it, whip it, hibachi (Hibachi)
Hey, you got it, probably goin' through college (College)
Tryna figure out the best way to feed your wallet (Yeah, yeah)
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[Chorus]
Fuck with me and get rich (Rich)
Popped one off then she fly through the six (Six)
Keep a real nigga and she fuck with the bitch (Bitch)
Six in the mornin' and we still talkin' shit (Shit)
Drink a molly, go some weed (Weed)
Pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave (Weave)
Pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave (Weave)
Pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Hey, you got it, still got it poppin' (Poppin')
Hey, you got it, freeze on the diamonds (Freeze)
Hey, you got it, probably got somebody (Body)
That won't sacrifice it (No)
That don't satisfy you, yeah, yeah
I let her park the Benz, yeah (Skrrt skrrt)
Drop one off, then go shop with friends, yeah (Shop)
This the type of life we live, yeah (Can't stop)
Million dollar type of M's, yeah, yeah
Put her in the light and watch her eyes glow up (Glow)
Locked in tight, she like the vibe on us (Oh)
When she check the 'Gram watch her likes go up (Woah)
Watch her likes go up (Woah)
[Chorus]
Fuck with me and get rich (Rich)
Popped one off then she fly through the six (Six)
Keep a real nigga and she fuck with the bitch (Bitch)
Six in the mornin' and we still talkin' shit (Shit)
Drink a molly, go some weed (Weed)
Pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave (Weave)
Pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave (Weave)
Pop bubblegum while she thumb through her weave (Yeah, yeah)4Embed
[Verse 1]
Hey, you got it, drop, Ferrari ('Rari)
Hey, you got it, hoes, menagin'
Hey, you got it, woah, your wallet (Woah)
Two Falcon 50s back to back on autopilot (Woah)
Jumped on her phone and put them bands on her
Everywhere we go, we see some fans for her
The plug pulled up on me, wanna convo with us
Had to triumph, finesse or gon' buy 'em
Hey, you got it, trust the process (Process)
Hey, you got it, whip it, hibachi (Hibachi)
Hey, you got it, probably goin' through college (College)
Tryna figure out the best way to feed your wallet (Yeah, yeah)
|
BUBBLE GUM
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, ooh
[Chorus]
Don't nothin' change but the chains (Woah)
We on ya head like a bang (Bang)
All double R's, no Range (Range)
Big stain came with a name (Stain)
Got all eyes on my gang (Gang)
Hundred-thousand, kiss the ring (Ring)
Foreign exchange to change (Foreign)
Foreign exchange to change (Foreign, foreign)
[Verse 1]
Run it up, that's it (Run it up)
M&M's, whole tick (Whole tick)
Don't mind if I do it, I get it, I love my brothers, I split it (Split it)
Lil' nigga, mind ya business, cause I got somе guns, they hitting (Hitting)
Trap out the bando, just choppin' the chickеns
And now I'm on top of the city (City)
Designer mismatching, yeah, the money do backflips, yeah
I flip the mattress, (Flip it) I pivot my glasses, yeah
I upped the status, now she lookin' like an actress, yeah (Woo)
This a big ol' bag and we gon' fuck up Magic (Yeah)
And we got a hunnid round mag, (Shoot) to clear out the madness (Grah)
I'm the Huncho to my people and I cannot go out the saddest (No)
Don't need no money counter, cause I think my fingers count the fastest (Cash)
No, I'm not Bruce Wayne, but I keep the fire like a dragon (Fire)
Stackin' up loose change and I turned this shit into a mansion (Mansion)
Boarding in a new plane, one phone call when we landing (Landing)
Know where the crew came from the northside of the planet (Northside)
She see the new chain, she gon' jump right out of her panties (Jump out, out of her panties)
Before the trap turned golden, I was stacking in the pantry (Stacking the pantry)
Ain't nun Hollywood but the name, I gotta tell 'em that
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[Verse 2]
Foreign exchange the chain (Chains)
Fame came with the change (Fame)
You get a stripe for a stain (Stripe)
You 'bout to crash out your lane (Skrrt)
The umbrella out of the Rolls Royce Cullinan
Know it came with the rain (Cullinan)
No letterman, I've been a veteran
Nigga do anything for a name (Anything)
When you start getting a lil' change, watch how your partners and everything change (Change)
And when you step foot in that field, make sure you're strapped and make sure you got aim (Grah)
My niggas, they shooting to live, I seen some niggas, they shooting for fame (Nah)
They don't know that this shit real, that's how you end up getting blown out 'ya brains (Brrt)
The money, the car, the chains and fame, I'd give up everything (Why?)
To see my grandma, just to see Mike and Pete, 'cause the drugs can’t heal all the pain (No cap)
I get you knocked off of Earth, you play with my body, you play with my name (Play with it)
I wet 'em up like he surf, If he looking strange, I pop out his brain (Don't play with me)
I'm rockin' a watch with no diamonds in it, it cost me a ticket, it's plain
I put baguettes in the Patek, what time is it? And it cost me a Rolls, insane (Rolls)
I don't post pics with sticks and shit, that's how them boys get framed (Fool)
I been the same since a jit, lil' bitch, when they see me they say
[Chorus]
Don't nothin' change but the chains (Takeoff, woah)
We on ya head like a bang (Bang)
All double R's, no Range (Range)
Big stain came with a name (Stain)
Got all eyes on my gang (Gang)
Hundred-thousand, kiss the ring (Ring)
Foreign exchange to change (Foreign)
Foreign exchange to change (Foreign, foreign)
[Outro]
Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it10Embed
[Verse 1]
Run it up, that's it (Run it up)
M&M's, whole tick (Whole tick)
Don't mind if I do it, I get it, I love my brothers, I split it (Split it)
Lil' nigga, mind ya business, cause I got somе guns, they hitting (Hitting)
Trap out the bando, just choppin' the chickеns
And now I'm on top of the city (City)
Designer mismatching, yeah, the money do backflips, yeah
I flip the mattress, (Flip it) I pivot my glasses, yeah
I upped the status, now she lookin' like an actress, yeah (Woo)
This a big ol' bag and we gon' fuck up Magic (Yeah)
And we got a hunnid round mag, (Shoot) to clear out the madness (Grah)
I'm the Huncho to my people and I cannot go out the saddest (No)
Don't need no money counter, cause I think my fingers count the fastest (Cash)
No, I'm not Bruce Wayne, but I keep the fire like a dragon (Fire)
Stackin' up loose change and I turned this shit into a mansion (Mansion)
Boarding in a new plane, one phone call when we landing (Landing)
Know where the crew came from the northside of the planet (Northside)
She see the new chain, she gon' jump right out of her panties (Jump out, out of her panties)
Before the trap turned golden, I was stacking in the pantry (Stacking the pantry)
Ain't nun Hollywood but the name, I gotta tell 'em that
[Outro]
Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it
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Nothing Changed
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Quavo
|
[Intro]
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
Drugs, drugs
[Chorus]
I put a mil' in the attic
I fell in love with the drugs, I think I'm a addict
Percocet, molly, and Xanax
I feel like I land on the planet
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I put a mil' in the attic
I fell in love with the drugs, I think I'm a addict
Percocet, molly, and Xanax
I feel like I land on the planet
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
[Verse 1]
I put a four in a liter
I used to trap out a Regal
My mom used to trap off a beeper
I look at the molly and eat them
I am all out of narcotics
All of my bitches exotic
You niggas drinking on Watson
I keep the chopper for plotting
I keep the white like cotton
Look at your pot, it's rotten
We're never going in a drought
Junkies coming in and out
I used to run in your house
Wrapping up you and your spouse
I used to be sleep on the couch
And now I cash out, no amount
I pop a Perc and then I'm out
I spent two million on a house
Run the money up like a route
Sober niggas out of style
Cobra niggas get the power
Fifty thousand for the style
I'm in the Coupe with no miles
Balling like Darius Miles
If you want the drugs I'm on, you need to pull up right now
I pop it, I feel like a ghost
My niggas doing the most
I'm never gon' set up my folks
I got more sand than the coast
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[Verse 2]
Slipping, cripping, drinking blood
Short bus shawty on the school bus
I think I'm on everything but the dust
Itching like a junkie when I'm on Tuss
I pop a Perc and the Vicodin
Grab me a Fanta, I'm spiking it
Dab in Designer, they biting it
I hit the mall and the pharmacist
These broke niggas drinking on Qualitest
I take off on drinking on Actavis
Hope they free my nigga 'Set in the set
Fly like a plane with a Louis baggage
Curling Backwoods, step into the maximum
Plug on Designer drugs and I'm taxing them
Step on a brick in Givenchy
Moving slow, drinking breast cancer
I pop a test, jump in a tesla
Bussdown a brick, served a pedestrian
So many bricks, they think I'm a Mexican
Put on my reading glasses with finesse
Girl on the white, she gave me Becky
Pop the pussy like a Smith and Wesson
Fucked that little bitch at the Westin
I'm on da 'shrooms, extraterrestrial
[Chorus]
I put a mil' in the attic
I fell in love with the drugs, I think I'm a addict
Percocet, molly, and Xanax
I feel like I land on the planet
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I put a mil' in the attic
I fell in love with the drugs, I think I'm a addict
Percocet, molly, and Xanax
I feel like I land on the planet
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs
I'm on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs, on Designer drugs1Embed
[Verse 1]
I put a four in a liter
I used to trap out a Regal
My mom used to trap off a beeper
I look at the molly and eat them
I am all out of narcotics
All of my bitches exotic
You niggas drinking on Watson
I keep the chopper for plotting
I keep the white like cotton
Look at your pot, it's rotten
We're never going in a drought
Junkies coming in and out
I used to run in your house
Wrapping up you and your spouse
I used to be sleep on the couch
And now I cash out, no amount
I pop a Perc and then I'm out
I spent two million on a house
Run the money up like a route
Sober niggas out of style
Cobra niggas get the power
Fifty thousand for the style
I'm in the Coupe with no miles
Balling like Darius Miles
If you want the drugs I'm on, you need to pull up right now
I pop it, I feel like a ghost
My niggas doing the most
I'm never gon' set up my folks
I got more sand than the coast
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Designer Drugs
|
Quavo
|
[Intro]
R.I.P. to all the real niggas worldwide!
Salute! Real shit
[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas, dawg
I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my niggas
[Verse 1]
Damn, life's so short
Fuck it, I don't wanna go to court (Huh!)
Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer, though
Fuck it, I'm on the run for the month (Woo!)
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil' niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid (Huh!)
I'm gettin' money, that's in any nigga category
Double M, I got Gs out in California (Huh!)
Maybach Music
[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas, dawg
I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin' (Yeah), niggas tryna get at me, dawg
(Young Frankie Geechi Liberace, yeah)
I ride for my niggas
[Verse 2]
It bothers me when the gods get to actin' like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up, nigga, that's all
Don't be duckin' like you never wanted nothin'
It's feelin' like rap changed, it was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge
Me and my G from D.C., that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that? You never know
Million-dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
I tell that bitch it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty Ms
Kobe my nigga, I hate it had to be him
Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
(Huh! Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said "fuck it," I'm tearin' holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix, and take her ass out in public
Ordered her the filet, told 'em, "Butterfly it, she'll love it."
She used to soda and nuggets, she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin' my pinnacle, you and pussy identical
You like the fuckin' finish line; we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherfucker gettin' mine off rap, with my niggas (Huh!)
[Chorus]
I ride for my niggas, dawg
I ride for my niggas (Maybach Music)
I slide for my niggas, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my niggas
[Verse 3]
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dawg (Huh)
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog (Huh)
Dwight Howard on the post, dawg (Huh)
My niggas got the powder through the post, dawg (Huh)
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head (Huh)
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds (Huh)
Ten grams off my last 250 now (Huh)
Big-ass crib, 250 down, damn!
Gave my nigga Max 7-5 (Huh)
Then gave my nigga Penthouse another 30 (Huh)
Fuck it, got me thinkin' like I'm 7-5 (Huh)
Damn, nigga ain't even seen 30
[Chorus]
Huh, I ride for my niggas, dawg
I ride for my niggas (Maybach Music)
I slide for my niggas, dawg (Dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin', niggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my niggas
[Outro]
Maybach Music
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Stay Schemin’
|
Rick Ross
|
[Intro Poem]
Diced pineapple
Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you
The highest form of my admiration
I ain't no connoisseur but I'm, kinda sure you will admire my taste
And before the sun graze ya, I'm tryin' to see how deep you are
And believe me shorty I ain't talking 'bout no intimate conversation
I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable
When I peek into your nature
And I promise you, my goals will exceed any physical pleasure
I wanna, give you what's better than better
The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
The more these mere moments seem like heavens or, temporary forevers
Shorty get it together, hah, diced pineapple
May your love come down so my mind might have you
You designed my imagination
Let me redefine foreplay 'til you need five and
Tell me shorty, you got it, baby
If it's not it, baby, hope it's progress, baby
Let it all drip, baby
Till you stop that shaking, no more talking, baby
No more talking, baby
[Verse 1]
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples, damn, my baby tastes the best
I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex
Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib, I'm just stuntin' on her ex
Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess
I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh (ugh)
Sex all night, couple shots of CÎROC
Crib on the water, got LeBron up the block
Money ain't a thing, baby, welcome to the mob
Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so bad, got me wishing I could sing
Her uniform Isabel Marant, when you on the team
Double MG, them other niggas fell off
Baby girl, I just wanna see you well off
[Chorus]
Call me crazy, shit, at least you're calling
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, girl?
Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it 'cause you mad, then you take it all back
Then we fuck all night 'til things get right
Then we fuck all night 'til things get right, aww yeah
[Verse 2]
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples, I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex
Pop bottles, make love, Thug Passion
Red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion
Belt buckles, door handles, gold plated
Balmain, rich denim, out in Vegas
French Riviera, baby girl, let's take a trip
I'ma trip, go to Cannes, France to catch a flick
Baby listen, this position is a blessing
And with your permission, hopefully you'll learn a lesson (ugh)
I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk
She so fine, she ain't even gotta talk
Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song, but I know that she's a star
[Verse 3]
Something about her, probably can't live without her
Roll up some sour, let me kiss on her fountain
Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
And I won't ever rest, we meet at the peak of your mountain
Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you
Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
Hol' up, showing off some Agent Provocateur
Rushing you out your drawers, though patiently get you off
Hate when they be too anxious though, hate when they be too dull
Like to go deep, but I hate to get too deeply involved
How sweet is you? (sweet is you?) Let me see some proof
Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune
All we need is we, we don't need no room
Right now I'm trying to eat, and we don't need a spoon
|
Diced Pineapples
|
Rick Ross
|
[Produced by Major Seven, Co-Produced by KE on The Track]
[Intro]
Masterminds! We gon' get this forever
You know whenever we link up, my nigga
They think this shit comes from outer space or something, haha
Nigga, let’s get this money nigga, woo, woo
Masterminds, R-O-C, double M-G!
Jay, I got it, I got it
[Verse 1]
Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feet
Car seats still smelling like 10 ki's
Tell the plug that I'm lookin' for an increase
Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece
Say a nigga name and the car start
Nigga switching lane to lane like Wal-Mart
Sippin' Bordeaux out in Bordeaux
Hazard lights flashing on the four-door
Switch the Benzo for the Enzo
Back to the Benzo when the ends low
Switch my old bitch for my new bitch
Cause my new bitch something like a nympho
Fuck the game raw when I came in it
Getting money ever since I came in it
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Motherfucker cause the devil is a lie
[Chorus]
Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin' big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch!
Two mill' on that I-95
Bow your head cause it's time to pay tithes
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherfucker, but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
Bitch I'm alive, the devil is a lie
[Verse 2]
Two kings on the big screen
Niggas seen a 36 at 16
100K for the 16
Nigga's stick dirty but his dick clean
My money goin' on the deep end
Talkin' half a milli' for the weekend
Contract like a nigga play defense
Curtains in the Maybach bitch peek in
Now the bitches wanna car hop
6 cribs for the cars in the car lot
Dope boys on the goal nigga
Went gold 6 times for a gold digger
Black bottle and a bad bitch
Club Armani where the cash is
Dubai I can do it like a sheikh
Top floor nigga, Burj Khalifa!
[Chorus]
Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin' big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch!
Two mill' on that I-95
Bow your head cause it's time to pay tithes
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherfucker, but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proof
The devil is a lie (I got 'em, Ricky!)
The devil is a lie
Bitch I'm alive, the devil is a lie
[Verse 3]
Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fiction?
Is Hova atheist? I never fuck with True Religion
Am I down with the devil 'cause my roof come up missin'?
Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin'?
That's D'usse baby welcome to the dark side
Coulda got blacklist for the crack shit
White Jesus in my crock pot
I mix the shit with some soda
Now I'm black Jesus turn water to wine
And all I had to do was turn the stove up
Beast Coast, winnin' at life, nigga, cheat code
The hatin' is flagrant, hit your free throws
The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people
Devil want these niggas hate they own kind
Gotta be Illuminati if a nigga shine
Oh we can't be a nigga if a nigga rich?
Oh we gotta be the devil that's some nigga shit
You seen what I did to the stop and frisk
Brooklyn on the Barney's like we own the bitch
Give the money to the hood, now we all win
Got that Barney's floor lookin' like a VIM
Black hoodie, black skully
Bravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gully
Gettin white money but I'm still black
All these niggas claiming king but I'm still that
King Hova, Mansa Musa
From a lie, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth, yeah
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The Devil Is a Lie
|
Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
Oh
Let's pull the two-seater out baby
It's where ever you wanna go!
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
[Chorus]
Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss, no worries at all
Listening to the Aston Martin Music, Music
[Post-Chorus]
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I can't let it go
Whether that's right I will never know
Uh, but here goes nothing
[Verse 1]
When I'm alone in my room sometime I stare at the wall
Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call?
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
A lot of quiet time pink bottles of rose
Exotic red bottoms whole body glittered in gold
Following fundamentals and following in the rental
I love a nasty girl who swallow what's on the menu
That money triple up when ya get it out of state
I need a new safe cause I'm running out of space
Elroy Jetson: I'm somewhere out in space
In my two-seater she's the one that I would take, wee
[Chorus]
Riding to the music, this is how we do it (all night), all night
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss, no worries at all
Listening to the, Aston Martin Music, Music
[Post-Chorus]
Would've came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I can't it let it go
Whether that's right I will never know
Uh, but here goes nothing
[Verse 2]
Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC, VVS's in the watch
Living fast where it's all about that money bag
Never front, you take it there, it ain't no coming back
Top down right here is where she wanna be
As my goals unfold right in front of me
Every time we fuck her soul take a hold of me
Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controlling me
That thing keep calling
Fuck maintain boy: I gotta keep ballin!
Pink bottles keep coming
James Bond coupe pop clutch 100
[Interlude]
Would've came back for you
I just needed time, to do what I had to do
Caught in the life, I can't let it go, whether that's right, I will never know
Hoping you will forgive me, never meant wrong
Tried to be patient, waited too long
But I would've came back, but I would've came back
Would've came back, would've came back
Would've came
[Verse 3]
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what’s up witcha?
I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it
I took some sense and made a nickel of it
I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
With those lips that all that lipstick covers
You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers
I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
This ain't the life that I'm used to
Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to
Did you forget me?
Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
And fear that I won't remember
I wish you could still accept me for me
I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
In one nigga, amazing shit
I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit
And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit
Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains?
The seats for these Heat games?
I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck with
Fuck is up?
Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
Twenty-three and goin' through a midlife crisis
But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live life like it
Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
Girl, I told you I was coming back
[Outro]
Aston Martin Music, Music
Aston Martin Music, Music
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Aston Martin Music
|
Rick Ross
|
[Produced by Kanye West, Mustard and Mike Dean]
[Intro]
There's a field with angels movin' around me
I just worship thee, for all he's done for me
It's a new day, I have been born again
I've been born again, I've been born again
In His spirit, and His name, I'm sanctified!
Lord I testify, he's right by my side
I believe it be, His word is so clear to me
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Okay, all I want's a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage
Groupies in the lobby, they just tryna get established
God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status
All I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
Plus that paper chasin', it had turned me to a savage
Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established
God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status
[Verse 1]
Niggas be lovin' the old Ye
They sayin' the new Ye, that nigga be spazzin'
But when Ali turn up and be Ali
You can't ever change that nigga back to Cassius
So you can gon' and make up lies, but I'm so sanctified
I don't sweat it, wipe my forehead with a handkerchief
And wash my sins in the blood of Jesus (Hunt)
People sayin', "Ye, we need another Yeezus" (Hunt)
Lames try to tell me, "Cut the wildin' out, out"
But who the fuck is you reachin'?
Pass me 30 bottles, champagne procession
That's that Holy water, sanctified refreshments
God sent me a message, said I'm too aggressive
Really!? Me!? Too aggressive!?
[Bridge]
I can feel his blessings wash away my sins
I'm sanctified and I have been born again
Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name
Ohhh
[Chorus]
Okay, all I want's a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage
Groupies in the lobby, they just tryna get established
God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status
[Verse 2]
Keys to my success, I get new keys and new address
Bitches that I date don't get degrees but they can dress
Fellatio's amazin', make grilled cheese for you the best
Major cult figure, I'm the fresh David Koresh
Soldiers all in gators, new Mercedes for cadets
Balmain uniform, you know Donda designed the vest
Double M, that be the Army, better yet, the Navy
Baby seen me in that Wraith, wanna have my baby
All I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
Now I want two hundred and ménage in my palace
Walkin' out the jeweler with no mothafuckin' balance
Somewhere in Jamaica I'm still holdin' on my chalice
Rims on my Ferrari, my bitch said that I was childish
'Til I fuck a girl, that girl tweeted that I was stylish
When we fucked again, she told me "That was just some foul shit"
I walk into the room, you can even hear all the silence
[Bridge]
I can feel his blessings wash away my sins
I'm sanctified and, I have been born again
Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name
Ohhh
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Sanctified
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Rick Ross
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[Intro]
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
[Verse 1]
Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy
I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
So ride it out for me, and take it off for me
It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe
Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time
She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it
But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide
'Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it
Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy
All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy
Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless (Used to be homeless)
Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is
Tour bus like a National Geographic
Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom
[Chorus]
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
'Cause I got it
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
'Cause I got it
All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece
But now we got it
Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me?
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
[Verse 2]
Fuck her like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari
Old money, I just 'fraid the Lord with us
Condo blow money, like it's all dope money
Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh Lord
Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money
Belaire running down the Rollie on her arm (Arm)
Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it (What?)
I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield (Huh)
Got the bitches, want it dirty, went and bought the crib
Twenty-five mil', I'm doing twenty-five-to-life
Hundred acres, keep my shooters all through the night
Every chandelier ran a nigga one mil'
Twenty chandeliers, motherfucker, who real (Uh)
I just wanna show her what I live like
Wearing a white Birkin on a winter night
Fuck a Birkin, now she in the Bentley
That's when she went and tatted double M G
Now our bond deep, deeper than the rap
She give me brain, she a mastermind to be exact
She a mastermind to be exact
I give her game and she give it back (Back)
Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more
Gotta grind 'till your eyes close
Stay strapped 'till the trap close
They scream Maybach on the cell blocks
All my dawgs who used to sell blocks
They say the niggas in the jail talk
How your homies commissary fell off
What make it worse he get an elbows
Twenty-five-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone
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In Vein
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Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
Yeah
I'm home now, it's over now, so...
Yeah
[Verse 1]
She got a thing for Chanel vintage that dropped before she could speak English
Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean which one is it?
You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different
Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20/20 clear vision
You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it
I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit
I'm all for findin' happiness, but down to die serious
All smiles, Kevin Durant trials
Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli'
I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles
I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really?
My depositions never surface
Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased
Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses
Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase
Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on
Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán
Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star
Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards
Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours
Still a part of shorty even if we've been livin' apart
Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God
Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed
The one that's rebuildin' schools and feedin' the homeless
Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it
'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed
Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world
"I gotta get the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls
Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world
[Chorus]
Ayy, woah
You made me this way, yeah
Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late
This different right here, yo
[Verse 2]
I was nominated, never won a Grammy
But I understand, they'll never understand me
Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked
Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny
A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned
Love makin' love, but where will love land me?
Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us
But they speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us
Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?
Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell
And what I got for sale just sit on the scale
Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades
I really seen things give mothers the shakes
I really bought cars for women on face
I know it seem odd, but money amazin'
College loans really did fuck up her credit
Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it
But we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal
In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil
Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level
Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever
Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever (Forever)
Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers
Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
Coming to America, really the set
I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet
All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers
Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple
Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches
Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish
Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Biggest, biggest)
(Maybach Music)
[Chorus]
Ayy, woah
You made me this way, yeah
Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)
[Verse 3]
Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight
True love in the projects is called paradise
All your niggas left, you wasn't actin' right
But honesty itself a small sacrifice
My money bag heavy, got me packin' light
You movin' funny, can you fill my appetite?
Niggas' conversations, a lot of it false
He own condos right over Carnegie Hall
Speak about your cars, but all of 'em parked
Your niggas' money light, come out of the dark
You really are my type, that's not a facade
One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis
I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip
After further thought, better not knock 'em
Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin'
Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin' (Stop talkin', stop talkin')
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Gold Roses
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Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
[Verse 1]
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky Madoff everything I deserve
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
[Verse 2]
It's all on me now, as you can see now
I'm gon' get this money and I will not be denied
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
I'm at the round table, where your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures acting like we rap
This the circle that'll murk you, blackout, short circuit
Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit
This here reserved for soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me
Tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
You don't know nann nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then crank the Lac up
One match left, this the last turn
Santeria candles in my sanctuary burn
I'mma earn 'til the last court adjourn
'Til the last gavel drop we gon' have it locked
We gon' have it locked
We gon' have it locked
[Verse 3]
I'm part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto
But niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves company
It's funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
But when I was broke and sleeping on floors they ain't want nothing from me
My future's so bright but my past so ugly
And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me
Tried to section off the past but it still haunts me
So I accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair
All this space created, all that hard work it got me here
So what I look like telling a nigga that I shouldn't be here
Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
And I'll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair
Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air
Secluded in my thoughts in fear
No one to talk to, no one there
Not even a voice, not even an ear
No one alive, no one to care
Now I got a power circle, now I'm on a power trip
And they calling me counterfeit cause I ain't gave a coward shit
Stone me, throw me a pile of shit but you won't pull me out of it
It's funny how it comes full circle
Now they wanna be a part of the power circle
They wanna be a part of the power circle
[Bridge]
May the wind be at your back
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what's life without grind
Those niggas, yo' niggas?
Hope those niggas real as mine
May the wind be at your back
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what's life without grind
Those niggas, yo' niggas?
Hope those niggas real as mine
[Verse 4]
There's a difference between underrated and hasn't made it
Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas -- lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit a safety
Shit is crazy when entertainment ain't entertaining
And my inner sanctum need real estate I'm out my cabeza
Jealousy's for the weak, you ain't happy I made it
I be feeling like brother Malcolm just out of the Nation
Allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers
I seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers
So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all them stuck up musicians
My circle small but regardless, my circumference official
My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
They gon' blitz us but ain't no way that they gon' hit us
I'm so elusive, so my niggas be goin' through it
Guess it's a wrap when your co-defendant make soul music
Cash rule the world -- at least it do with girls
At least it do with churches, seek the truth and true it hurts
If they real, then they real -- my niggas deserve it
And we don't deal with weak squares in this power circle
We don't deal with weak squares in this power circle
[Verse 5]
I'm like welcome to the power circle
I came a long way, I started with a powdered circle
Clique full of real niggas that'll probably murk you
Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal
Lotta talking, lotta Tweeting, 'til you hear that chopper speaking
Kill my dog, I kill your dog, we tied even, I'd believe it
If you see it then you got it, nigga never give up
Cause if you grindin' you gon' be rich before you can look up
My cousin Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up
Cause you can sell 'em hard for the low and give 'em the hookup
And still make the profit
The streets say I'm the hottest and a nigga still modest
I'm just being honest
Back to the wall, never let 'em get behind us
Mac in my draws fitting right in my designers
Look at my persona, I dreamed it, woke up and conquered
And there was commas after commas, I eat 'em like Benihanas
Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster
And the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia
Just talkin' money, talkin' money what you talkin' bout?
Probably talkin' bout us, we the only thing to talk about
Cause we the only thing to talk about
Cause we the only thing to talk about
[Verse 6]
Look inside the eyes of the last Mohicans survived
You won't last a weekend outside
Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise
Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried
See a demon don't compromise
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
I'm a diamond inside the rough that's too mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell's fire, I never lie, you will never grind
I know the priors they running by us when we do crime
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms
When they heard that Ohio State gave me 30 racks in July
Oh Lord, this can't be life, no it can't be life
When they day breaks and you earned them stripes
And you learned that strike
From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
It's good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
Now your fate can record it denied a reporter replied
The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually I'm
On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns
So about face if it ain't business, I get offended, I mind
Now one fake, I'm a realist in strive, I'm a billion in five
Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nine
And I recognize my nemesis gon' try to put a finish in my shine
But pussy, we'll hurt you
Life in the power circle
[Outro]
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on, am I right?
Tried to warn you niggas
I tried to warn you niggas
It's too late now
Double M-G
Too much cake
Too much power
Too much respect
Bow down, nigga
Ugh!
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Power Circle
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Rick Ross
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[Skit]
Yo this Chris Rock! I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rosé. That's how we do it. That's all we do, Belaire Rosé! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. You can't handle this, nigga, you can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch. Just take notes
[Intro]
I used to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo, them niggas so blessed"
You know what I'm sayin'?
If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Maybach Music)
(Black Metaphor)
[Verse 1]
Damn, I grew up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to flash money
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's just a conversation
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the Oval Office, Ronald Reagan
Hug Barack Obama, whisper, "As-salāmu ʿalaykum"
Live for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn... you nearly broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned them cars
[Interlude]
I used to look up to you, nigga
Ugh
[Verse 2]
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I'ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along
This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships
Fast money comin' slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
That's why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas gettin' raped, boy
Birdman's a priest, moans in his synagogue
Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light
[Interlude]
Damn, Stunna
I loved you, nigga
Hate it came to this
(Maybach Music)
[Verse 3]
You stole them boys' pub' and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never charged a coin
But could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all along
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and every Jimmy Henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tyga, chinchilla, really ain't no penny pinchin'
Knew that you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks
Sacrificin' half our life for your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to blame
Last request, can all producers please get paid?
[Outro]
Can't believe this shit, homie
I still love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
And your team starvin', nigga?
You on an island, nigga, you came to my city, nigga
I let you in my city, nigga
And what hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That's why my nigga blessed!
That's why my nigga Khaled blessed!
You put my nigga in the hole, homie
I don't feel you for that, my nigga
That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Umm
It's painful what you see real niggas do
When they get the paper, when they get the bag
You can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and them
I'll never forget 'bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, always remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and them
Stunna
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Idols Become Rivals
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Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Huh! This is special
Extremely special
[Chorus]
When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
Ooh, yeah
Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
Ooh, yeah
Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
[Interlude]
It's funny because, it's been on my mind lately
Having a dope beat, a dope idea
Sixteen bars ain't enough!
How the fuck, can I squeeze my whole life into a sixteen-bar verse?
You know, so many different levels, to living your life and
Depicting, with your wordplay
Exactly what life means to you, and sixteen ain't enough
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one, huh!
[Verse 1]
It's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More that my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash
Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my life on the real
We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere
Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one, sixteen ain't enough
Talking that fast money, fifteen every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches, now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steaming my marijuana
Double M G's, double M fees
We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
Yacht to Yachtmasters, Ol' Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat, paper that I'm stackin'
Better put away a penny for the rainy days
Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
Living like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river
She say my heart cold, I'm naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory
Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed
Born broke, had to use a nigga's instincts
Now I get a hundred racks for the sixteen
Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen
Niggas hating, I'm just watching on the big screen
Three Stacks on the beat and the kicks mean
[Interlude]
You know how sometimes you got so much to say but
They on-, they only give you sixteen? Hehehe
Man it's like, I mean, I got so much to say
The world has said so much to me
And I just wanna give right back to 'em, you know?
But, I only get sixteen, that's like a cage, you know?
I really can't say what I wanna say, you know?
It's just a glimpse, that's all
Just one uh, one little single glimpse, just a page
But I guess I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking
Aight
[Verse 2]
Summer '88, or was it '89?
Or was it wintertime? Ah, never mind
I'm in my room, booming
Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper
I'm tryna fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up
Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up
Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy
But boy, was I wrong now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch
And a Porsche, and a horse, and unfortunately, but of course
An assortment of torches that scorches the skin
When they enter, intruders whose tutors did
A lousy job, how's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?
That noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence, why every time we dine, we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it
Like we know which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name 'em; hint-hint—it ain't, um, Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Y'all can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kellygreen with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile
With such a devilish grin, like "Where the hell have you been?"
She's yelling, "Selling's a sin," well, so is telling young men
That selling is a sin if you don't offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon' shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm
And not set off these alarms, when cameras snap-snap-snap
Return fire, pap-pap-pap pap pap-pap pap pap
They'll learn why, mere privacy, so essential
They won't make no laws, I break their laws 'til they see out our window
I take the fall, to make them all, treat human kind more gentle
Forsake 'em all, I hate them all, don't like 'em, don't pretend to
Yeah, something tells me we ain't in Kansas anymore
All that shit that used to be cool, ain't cool anymore
All them women we were pursuing, now they want more
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours
[Chorus]
When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
Ooh (Lord!) yeah (Oh Lord!)
Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
Ooh, yeah (When sixteen ain't enough)
Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah (When sixteen ain't enough)
Breakdown, breakdown
[Breakdown]
Does your mama know you see me? Does she know you're freaky?
Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya I am speaking?
Do you ever ponder where I'm at when you get sleepy?
How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me? Yeah
Hahahahah, hahahah, I love it
Does your daddy think you perfect? Does he know for certain?
Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm Black and put the words in?
Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman? Yeah
[Outro]
Hahahah, it's funny because, we could've short-changed you (Huh!)
But because we love you, we go that extra mile
Break it down for 'em, André, huh!
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro]
Next level, amazing
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Sixteen
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Rick Ross
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[Intro]
Every day, I'm hustlin', hustlin', hustl—
Hustlin', hustlin', hustl—
Hustlin', hustlin', hustl—
Hustlin', hustlin'
[Chorus]
Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm— every day, I'm— every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm— every day, I'm— every day, I'm hustlin'
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with? I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven-forty-five, white-on-white, that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What?)
I keep 'em comin' back (What?), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic (Woo!)
I know Pablo (Pablo), Noriega (Noriega)
The real Noriega—he owe me a hundred favors (Church)
I ain't petty, nigga, we buy the whole thang
See, most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back (Roof back), my money right (My money right)
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatched Black, I cried for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
[Chorus]
Every day, I'm hustlin', e—every day, I'm hustli—
Every day, I'm hustlin', e—every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm hustlin'
Every day, I'm hustlin', every day, I'm— every day, I'm
[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard— whip it— whip it real hard
I caught a charge (You caught a charge?), I caught a charge (Yeah?)
Whip it real hard— whip it— whip it real hard
Ain't 'bout no funny shit, still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit, still whippin' them Benzes (Woo)
Major league—who catchin'? Because I'm pitchin' (I'm pitchin')
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished
I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens (My chickens)
They flyin' over—Pacific, to be specific
Triple C's, you know it's fact, we holdin' sacks
So nigga, go on, rat (Go on, rat), run and tell 'em that (Tell 'em that)
More cars (More cars), more hoes (More hoes)
More clothes (More clothes), more blow
[Verse 3]
It's time to spend my thrills (Thrills), custom spinnin' wheels (Wheels)
I ain't drove in a week—them bitches spinnin' still (Still)
Talk about me, 'cause these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers chalkin' 'bout me (What? Chalkin'), it ain't no talk about me (What? It ain't no talk about me)
It ain't no walkin' 'round me (It ain't no walkin' 'round me), see all these killers 'round me?
Lot of drug-dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County (Woah)
Don't tote no (Twenty-twos), Magnum cost me (Twenty-two)
Sat it on them (Twenty-twos), birds go for (Twenty-two)
Lil' mama super thick (Thick), she say she (Twenty-two)
She seen 'em (Twenty-twos), we in Room (Two-twenty-two)
I touch work, like I'm Convertible Burt (Burt)
I got distribution, so I'm convertin' the work (Work)
In the (M-I-yayo) them niggas rich off (Yayo)
Steady slangin' (Yayo), my Chevy bangin' (Ayo)
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Hustlin’
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Rick Ross
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[Produced by Lex Luger]
[Intro]
Ugh
Ugh
We blowing money fast on this side, nigga
Catch up, nigga
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech (Ugh), Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Woo)
Gettin' work, hallelujah
One nation, under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start
[Verse 1]
My Rolls Royce triple-black, I'm Geechee, ho
Ballin' in the club, bottles like I'm Meechie, ho
Rozay—that's my nickname
Cocaine runnin' in my big veins
Self-made, you just affiliated
I build it ground-up, you bought it renovated
Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
Funny, you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetrating
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the fuckin' felons? Where my dogs at?
(Ugh!) I got that Archie Bunker
And it's so white, I just might charge you double
[Verse 2]
These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy! (Boss)
Stunt so hard, make them come indict me (Ugh)
I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
It's an Audem-eer, hundred racks, at least
Look at yourself, now look at me (Me!)
You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be (Ha)
Look at it this way (Yeah), you niggas sideways (Sideways)
Always gettin' money, my nigga, crime pays (Crime pays)
So fuck a nigga (Fuck a nigga), I'm self-made (Self-made)
You a sucker nigga (Sucker nigga), I'm self-paid (Self-paid)
This for my broke niggas (Broke niggas), this for my rich niggas (Rich niggas)
Got a hundred on the head of a snitch nigga (Ugh)
[Chorus]
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin' work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start
I think I'm Big Meech (Woo), Larry Hoover (Ross, what up?)
Gettin' work, hallelujah (S.P. the Ghost)
One nation, under God (Y'all niggas know what it is)
Real niggas gettin' money from the fuckin' start (Let's get it, my nigga, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Them thirty-six holes leave you bleedin', family (Bleedin')
Word to them thirty-six O's in a kilogram (Ha)
Blunt tip orange like caviar
Wildin' out, fishtailin', Subaru, rally car (Fishtailin')
Out the passenger, lettin' the automatic off (Let it off)
A eighth of that girl'll knock your mommy and your daddy off (You know that!)
Fuck around and knock the emblem on the Caddy off (Fuck around)
Four shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors (Blick-outs)
And did I mention: guns from Red Dead Redemption? (Did I?)
Nine-mils, fifty-clip extensions (A long clip)
Coke is like a mattress in the hood: I'm flippin' on it (I'm flippin')
And the money's like a chair: I'm sittin' on it (Keep quiet, nigga)
[Outro]
(Maybach Music)
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B.M.F. (Blowin’ Money Fast)
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Rick Ross
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[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
[Chorus]
I just wanna be the one, I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly, I'ma show you tonight
That I'ma put it on you baby, take you past the sky
[Verse 1]
Uh, wake up in the world and I'm just another nigga
Call it public housin' when you next door to the killers
On them corners, it gets better as you go
Grind that motherfucker 'til it's yellow brick road
Free as a bird, spoken word in my verse
On my knees prayin', niggas shootin' in the church
Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat
I lived on Billboard, where the fuck to go next?
Go against the odds youngin', go and get a job
Another country boy they want back on the farm
So far from my goals but I'm close to my kids
Thug cry for Mac Dre, nigga, throwin' up Thizz
[Chorus]
I just wanna be the one, I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly, I'ma show you tonight
That I'ma put it on you baby, take you past the sky
I just wanna burn
[Verse 2]
Uhh, well let me light one for my problems
Smokin' on that loud, pumpin' up that volume
Get it crackin' like an eggshell in this motherfucker, make omelettes
Get a bad bitch that posts up like comments
They don't know what I been through
Don't know what I'm goin' through
As long as I get through, that's what I look forward to
Richer than a bitch, but still I can't afford to
Let these niggas play with me, need to be remorseful
I swear I got that silencer on that MAC-9
Yeah, I kill these niggas with silence
My head stay in the clouds, I really feel like a giant
Can't trust none of these niggas, I murk one of these niggas
Then bury one of these niggas, still got dirt under my fingers
That ain't a threat, that's a bet
'Cause they comin' at my neck like the best a man can get
But to make a long story short, I need a shoulder
'Cause the devil on one, the other one, I'm lookin' over
Tunechi
[Verse 3]
Uh, I pray I live forever
Niggas hatin' like it's Salt Lake City
No tints on that pretty ass Bentley
Want you to know that them comments don't offend me
'Cause your baby momma so friendly
I proceed with the plan, weed in my hand
Cîroc in my cup, quick pic for a fan
Money over bitches, first nigga with a Wraith
Double M, we handle business 'cause them niggas getting raped
Go get the yellow tape, it's well orchestrated
200 acres estates, a young nigga made it
Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed
Still lemon pepper on my motherfuckin' wings!
[Outro]
Huh! Mastermind
As I get high in the middle of the night
Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry?
Uhh, uhh, Mastermind, my 6th LP
Can't believe we did it
Man, I thank everybody that played a part of this
Shout out my engineer E-Mix
Each and every one of you supporters
My fans, 100
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Thug Cry
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Rick Ross
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[Produced by Scott Storch]
[Intro]
(May-May-May)
What is this? (May-May-May)
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music, hahahaha
[Verse 1]
She's just perfect in every kinda way
But I don't think I can handle her pain
So messed up and I'm too busy just runnin' my game
Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake
[Pre-Chorus]
I tried to change, but they always around pullin' me down in bed (May-May)
Gave you my word, but they were just broken promises (Uh)
Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex (Uh)
I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit
[Chorus]
Sorry won't turn back the clock
Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh
But sorry don't make it right, I know (May-May-May)
[Verse 2]
We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist
Conversatin', she lick every tattoo that's on my face
Like a thug, I just wanna fuck, that's every day
Temporary separations, confessin' my mistakes
She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt
You new pussy, but she can't tell me that it's real first
A lot of lies, apologize, the thirst real
When she hear this, thinkin' to herself, "Damn, this verse real"
Rehab out in Vegas, that made this a murdered sin
Sent the bottles to her table, then made love on the jet
Temporary thrills, all these women you think I tossed
My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs
I been a boss before I recorded Meek song
Mill in cash on the 'Gram, they trendin' Meech home
In the D my G, he throwin' that P-Stone
Every picture that you post, leave comments on each one
[Verse 3]
I'm just a typical ordinary nigga
But I know that I can't change the rules
All this time I blamed you 'cause I know what I'm doing
Steppin' on your heart again, relationship ruined
I tried to change, but I'm always out, fuckin' around in the club (May-May)
Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up (Uh)
My worst nightmare went right in my back, I wish I could wake up (Uh)
I feel like shit, know I ain't shit, but I'm (May-May-May)
[Chorus]
Sorry won't turn back the clock
Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh (Gotta love it, baby, uh)
But sorry don't make it right, I know (May-May-May)
[Verse 4]
Life's short and, baby girl, you deserve a winner
Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger
Hustle from my heart, so every night I can deliver (Uh)
Sayin' sorry, layin' up, I'm way up in your liver (Boss)
Them red bottoms got you walkin' funny (Ha)
Get you a agent, she ballin' and all she talk is money (Right)
Take her shoppin', baby boy, ain't no salary caps (Uh)
She get it poppin', so you better bring battery packs (Huh)
Perfect time to relax
Nothin' is perfect other than me and the perfect match
They all watch me 'cause the moves I make out they budgets
Diamond district, six figures on my shorty nugget
[Post-Chorus]
I tried to change, but they always around, pullin' me down in bed (May-May-May)
Gave you my word, but they were just broken promises
Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex (Yeah)
Yeah, I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit
[Chorus]
Sorry won't turn back the clock (May-May)
Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh
But sorry don't make it right (May-May-May)
[Outro]
I apologize
You're not perfect, I'm not perfect
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Sorry
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Rick Ross
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[Intro]
This shit is highly sophisticated
I just make it look easy, nigga
Follow me
[Verse 1]
I'm so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated
[Chorus]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so sophisticated (Ugh!)
Shit so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, bitch we made it (Ugh!)
[Verse 2]
I'm so sophisticated
Smoking weed, busting open Dom and liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I'ma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas "C'est la vie"
[Verse 3]
Shitting on these haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo bitch
All in my whip and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain’t got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word
[Chorus]
We so sophisticated
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so sophisticated (Ugh!)
Shit so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, bitch we made it (Ugh!)
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So Sophisticated
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Rick Ross
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[Produced by Jake One]
[Intro]
Geah
Classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay
Let's get 'em!
[Verse 1]
We started out mopping floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one for the last twenty years
If you real, mothafucka scream cheers!
Mothafucka scream cheers!
Heh, and it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Till the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5s to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad, I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real nigga, straight outta Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
All-black, on my Al Capone shit
I built a house, nigga, get your own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
[Interlude]
See y'all niggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time
Ugh
Let the top down
[Verse 2]
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game (Woo!)
And I'm still strapped with the heat man (Ugh!)
Can't be steppin' on a nigga feet man (Hah!)
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em, then we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition (Ugh!)
Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol (Woo!)
I only love it when her ass fat
We should listen to this track in my Maybach (Maybach Music)
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire (Ugh!)
[Interlude]
Ugh
It's just different
I know it feels different
Ugh
[Verse 3]
I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
But if you don't know, ugh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
Banksy, bitches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two-hundred-fifty!
I'm holdin' out for three
Two-seventy-five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my Beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with your per diem
Screamin' "Carpe diem!" until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe, bitch!
I'll take a Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this, Khaled, it's just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I've made more off grapes
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fuckboy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermès store, somebody save me
Stuntin' to the max like, wavy!
Oh, shit!
Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
I don't even know if it was open then
I ain't know Oprah then
Had the XL 80 bike, loud motor, they be like, "Damn!"
When I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in '88, y'all niggas is late
You got all that, right?
Ugh! I love this shit like my own daughter
Spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
[Outro]
Young
It's just different
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3 Kings
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Rick Ross
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[Produced by Diddy]
[Intro]
You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches. These niggas is roaches. These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals. I'm tryna push you to supreme bein'. You don't wanna motherfuckin'... You don't wanna embrace your destiny, you wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark where it's lonely. You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop
[Chorus]
Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
[Verse 1]
"Blast for me" – the last words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
Hustlers movin' out of rentals, art of war is mental
Havin' sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no survivors
Only riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Under Armour still Polo
No wire, on fire
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high feelin' like it's vodou
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo like Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed of Nino
Pretty cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays
[Interlude]
You fuckin' wanna walk around with these niggas? What the fuck is their culture? Where the fuck is their souls at? What defines you? These niggas with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces. You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga? Make up your goddamn mind
[Verse 2]
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it peels off
Nothin' penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitches
We kill 'em and takin' their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm never on that tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine, until it's even: kill
Like I'm knowin' every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net worths
[Outro]
Fuck, y'all wanna talk about fuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's and fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls and fuckin' mansions niggas ain't got. Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, nigga. You gotta tell the truth, man. The truth'll set you free, son, the truth will set you free
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Nobody
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Rick Ross
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[Intro]
Maybach Music
[Verse 1]
Fish tanks and marble floors, livin' big and bad
Niggas laugh until they hit with my official jab
Crack smoke is the exhaust from my pen and pad
Ghostwriters, they get to floss what you could’ve had
Record label takin' a loss, are you in your bag?
You a worker wantin' to chart, don’t make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys in his Louis V's?
Run up on you and snatch your chain, watch you bitches bleed
Feel the pain or just describe where you really ride
Either you niggas gettin' money or ready to die
B-I-G or give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles Schwab
Double R's spread through the yard, and I swear to God
[Chorus]
Pop a Perc’ for the feel, go and count me a mil’
Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill
Niggas leakin' they records when we speakin’ directly
If we keepin' it gangster, when you see me, you check me
[Interlude]
White boy, I see you, I see you
Yeah, check
[Verse 2]
Gettin' bullied, don't walk up on me ’cause the clip is fully
Niggas pussy, don't want to push me, I'm like, "Really, would he?"
Like his moves, but he never had to fight in school
Always ran, another nigga had to write your grooves
Flow is copy-and-paste, Weezy gave you the juice
Another white boy at the park wanna hang with the crew
Pulitzer Prize winner switchin' up like dyed denim
Get incentives for all the killings while we ride rentals
Look me right in my face, he beginnin' to shake
Told you niggas "Stay schemin'," I predicted my fate
"Got more money than you," fuck you want me to say?
Fifty mil' for the crib, where you want me to stay?
I could shoot up the block, I got pictures to paint
Let you DM my ho, but got bitches you can't
Let you get on my songs, it was good for your face
Now, bitch nigga, it's on, ain't no room for debate
[Chorus]
Pop a Perc' for the feel, go and count me a mil'
Kill you niggas for free, do it all for the thrill
Niggas leakin' they records when we speakin' directly
If we keepin' it gangster, when you see me, you check me
[Outro]
By the way, I got a lot of respect for a lot of rappers, but I got one guy
He's my favorite person to rap with on any song, his name is Rick Ross
(Maybach Music)
You ain't never want to be a nigga anyway, nigga
That's why you had an operation to make your nose smaller than your father nose, nigga
I unfollowed you, nigga, 'cause you sent the motherfuckin' cease-and-desist to French Montana, nigga
You sent the police, nigga, hated on my dog project
That wasn't the same white boy that I seen, nigga, when we were makin' them early records, nigga
When you were happy to be 'round niggas, seein' niggas holdin' them sticks, yeah
You owe motherfuckin' Stunna your life, nigga
Give Weezy some more money, nigga
Give Rap-A-Lot some more money, nigga
White boy
Yeah, biggest
It's Rozay, nigga
We can do it how you wanna do it, where you wanna do it, any time you wanna do it, I'm ready
I'm ready, white boy, huh?
I know you got your Dockers on with no underwear, white boy
Yeah, you had that surgery, that six-pack gone
That's why you wearin' that funny shit at your show, you can't hide it, nigga
White boy
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Champagne Moments
|
Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
This is for the soldiers that see the sun at midnight
You dig?
Let me slow down
It’s so Inkredible
[Verse 1]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas
We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes
Ancient wisdom valuable like gifts of gold
I embark on life, my path is all math
I understand the codes these hackers can't crack
I understand that folks expect me to fold
Community control to violate parole (No)
I won't fail, but a lot of men will
I'm iconic in the field like Solomon's Seal (Woo)
Ugh, it's just the intro
Allow my flow time to sink into the tempo
Free Mason (What), freelancer (Yeah)
Free agents (Me), we faster (Ha)
Big contracts, big contractors
Built pyramids, period, we masters
No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas
A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
All-white mansion, I'm the child of God
All-black diamonds, times were hard (Woo)
New Rolls Royce, guess you made it, nigga (Ha)
All-white neighborhood, you they favorite nigga (Nigga)
My top back like JFK
They wanna push my top back like JFK (Ayy)
So— So I "JFK"
Join forces with the kings and we ate all day (Oh)
Right now, I could rewrite history (Woo)
I stopped writing, so fuck it, I'll do it mentally
[Hook]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas
Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die (H-O)
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas
Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide (Yeah)
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Niggas couldn't do nothing with me, they put the devil on me
I'd have preferred niggas to squeeze the metal on me
Rumors of Lucifer, I don't know who to trust
Whole world want my demise—turn the music up
Hear me clearly: If y'all niggas fear me, just say y'all fear me
Fuck all these fairytales
Go to Hell, this is God engineering
This is a Hail Mary pass, y'all interfering
He without sin shall cast the first stone
So y'all look in the mirror, double-check your appearance
Bitch, I said I was amazing
Not that I'm a Mason
It's amazing that I made it through the maze that I was in
Lord, forgive me, I never would've made it without sin
Holy water, my face in the basin
Diamonds in my Rosary shows He forgave him
Bitch, I'm red-hot
I'm on my third six, but a devil I'm not
My Jesus-piece flooded
But thou shall not covet—keep your eyes off my cupboard
I'm a bad motherfucker, it's Hov, just say you love it
[Hook]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas
Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you dealing with some rich niggas
Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die
[Bridge]
If I ever die
Never let it be said I didn't win
Never, never say
Never say, "Legend didn't go in" (I'ma go in)
I just wanna die on top of the world
Making love to my favorite girl
I'm making beautiful music, we making a movie
We knew we was born to do it
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Free Mason
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Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
(Hahahah!)
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That's all I ever wanted, just being something, man
So at that point what else can you ask for?
(M-M-Maybach Music)
[Verse 1]
Tears runnin' down a nigga face
In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
Still sleepin' on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reekin' through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek, "I wouldn't trust Nicki
Instead of beefin' with your dog, you just give 'em some distance"
We all make mistakes, let's not be too specific
We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
I never fold, no, I never ran
On my soul, I'll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That's why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter lookin' for the smoke
If it's more than a quarter million, I'll count it twice
Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I'm the one you would call at night
Travelin' the world, I'm just reppin' my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
'Cause the loss of life's the only thing niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another motherfuckin' casualty
[Chorus]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)
[Verse 2]
Standin' on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma runnin' out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga, thought I'd never be nothin'
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin' pigeons, I'm an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dyin' for the same things
Cop kill a nigga, don't nobody gangbang
I'm happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin' bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but it's not just 'bout them purses
[Chorus]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)
Maybach Music
[Verse 3]
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain, pain
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you've always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I'll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
I'll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
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Apple of My Eye
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Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt
[Chorus 1]
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
[Verse 1]
I look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce
I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf
I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue
And while my niggas sell dope and don't know what else to do
The only thing on my mind, I'm tryin' to keep on the lights
I call up my slime, I need a kilo tonight
Everything went well, I'm eatin' steak, no more soup
Then I parked the Caprice, I went and got me a coupe
Everything takes time, but this shit came fast
Niggas standin' in line, they wanna hold me back
I multiplied my hustle, stimulated my mind
Motivated my niggas and we'll never divide, NO!
[Chorus 2]
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back, no
[Verse 2]
First I got me a Taurus, then I copped me a Lexus
I took over Florida, my connect out of Texas
Then I start sippin' purple, got my shit screwed
When you feedin' your circle, watch your shipments improve
Fabricate 'bout your fortune, all my fabric's imported
Fornicate in my fortress, 40k still my mortgage
24k my toilet, all my taxes reported
All my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you fuckin' just to hate on your bitches
Niggas breakin' the rules, niggas facin' suspension
[Verse 3]
Momma workin' three jobs 'til I told her to quit
How we rose from the sewers, funny now I'm the shit
Niggas ain't gettin' money, but they got an opinion
Had this tech makin' racket, serve you like you were tennis
Killers ride for that paycheck, AK, okay, check
Bitch nigga let's play chess, yo bitch next, no latex
These niggas won't hold me back, told the feds they sold me sack
Whip 'em right and then come right back
Whip-whip-whip 'em right and then come right back
[Chorus 2]
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back, no
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back, no
[Bridge]
Pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
They all pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
Lookin' down on these niggas, pussy ass niggas
Pushin' my new Ferrari on these pussy ass niggas
Pussy ho, pussy ho
She a pussy ho until she give me pussy ho
Pussy ho, pussy ho
Pussy ho, she a pussy ho
[Chorus 2]
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back, no
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back...
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Hold Me Back
|
Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
Heh, what is this? (Maybach Music)
I like this Maybach Music
(Sweet!) Hahahah...
[Interlude]
Bugatti Boyz
Yo turn up the motherfuckin' lights
You know what it is
Yeah, fuck your dreams, nigga
This reality, yeah, take that
[Chorus]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be Illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
They say I'm gettin' money, must be Illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
[Verse 1]
Lord knows, that boy done been about it
Lord knows, that boy'll catch a body
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Being dead broke is the root of all evil
Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
I got the calico, I got the dynamite
They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight
Back to these bitches following my timeline
Back to these crackers following my timeline
Got the phone tapped, I think I'm being followed
Touch him with the Holy Ghost, can you hear me Father?
[Interlude]
Father, please protect me from brokeness
And bitch ass niggas, bitch ass bitches too
Keep 'em away
[Chorus]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be Illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
They say I'm gettin' money, must be Illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Ferarri
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
[Verse 2]
Work! That's all my niggas workin' with
Work! That's all my niggas lurkin' with
My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit
Seen her the other day, driving a piece of shit
Work! Exactly what I'm screamin' ho
Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin' ho
Hah! You talkin' to the Holy Ghost
I'm smokin' 'til I overdose
Uh, when I fuck she let her pussy soak
Even my lawyer be askin is it dope
Never break the code, shock me with a million volts
I'm forever dope, touched by the Holy Ghost
[Interlude]
You see, they hate what they don't understand
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do
Let's go
[Chorus]
They say I'm gettin' money, must be Illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
He knockin' on the do' don't let the Devil in
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Holy Ghost
|
Rick Ross
|
[Produced by Mike WiLL Made It]
[Pre-Intro Skit]
Sentence should now-now be pronounced
I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please
Mr. ***, it is the sentence of the court
That your custody be committed to the Department of Corrections
For confinement of the *** state prisons
Without possibility of parole for the remainder of your life
You may be seated
[Intro]
War ready
You got shooters, I got shooters
We got money
Let’s do what them other niggas can’t do though
Mastermind, uh, uh
Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga (War, Dade County)
And if money is power, nigga
I got millions of power, nigga, huh (Hahahaha, Miami shit)
Fuck with me nigga, huh? (War, war, war)
[Verse 1]
Seventeen, I was chargin' niggas seventeen
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, twenty chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird, I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with ya
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy, we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
War ready, gas masks when them choppers talk
[Chorus]
Killers on the front line when ya war ready, huh
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready, huh
Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready, huh
Just another homicide cause we war ready, huh
Killers on the front line when ya war ready, huh
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready, huh
Just another mama cryin' cause we war ready, huh
Just another homicide when you're war ready, war, war, war
[Interlude]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop-top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah, I wish Shake could see this
I'll never fall for what I stand for
This here for Nando
We could live today Blood and die tonight cuz, war ready
[Verse 2]
Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole fifty shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block in so many colored drops
And these motherfuckers think you can't drop 'em no more
War ready, a nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi' scales and a couple Denzels
Yeah, you motherfuckin' right this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer so I can carry that nigga
What you gon' hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look, I wouldn't give a fuck if they were sharin' that nigga
You motherfuckers out here
Always talkin' 'bout what another motherfucker said
Yeah, I got that FNH with that motherfuckin' Fendi holster
I ain't out here to motherfuckin' play
Why these fuck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you livin' like a ho or you dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' up my sleeve
Like that motherfucker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
"Snow, you could start your own alphabet with all them Gs
Open up a hundred doors with all them kis"
Yeah, we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' and it's sparklin' like a lighter
Shit bag, leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, better hold that bitch steady
When adrenaline get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah, I hope you pussy niggas war ready
[Chorus]
Killers on the front line when ya war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready
Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready
Just another homicide cause we war ready
[Verse 3]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in his Rover
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GDs, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dope boys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a fuck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 61st, rest in peace to Fluty Coupe
Heroin and quinine, cut that bitch a thousand times
Phone call, said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to whack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch
[Chorus]
Killas on front line when ya war ready (War ready)
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Just another mama cryin' when ya war ready
Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby
Just another homicide cause we war ready
I went from nothing, nigga, to sixty million, nigga
Walking around in my motherfuckin' Belaire robe, nigga
Killers on the front line when ya war ready
In Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga, twenty-five million, nigga
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when ya war ready
Six million in marble
Just another mama cryin' cause we war ready
Two million in drapes, another 5 in chandeliers
Just another homicide when ya war ready, war, war, war
Huh, 130 acres, nigga, huh
[Outro]
That's just one of the many properties, nigga
War ready, and I'm down to die 'bout that
We gon' ride 'bout that
So you know we ready to slide 'bout that
Cut that check, nigga, what ya money like, huh?
It's hard to go to war with seventy million, nigga, huh?
Read the obituary, nigga
Print that motherfucker in Italian, huh?
What's a hassa? What's a hassa?
That's you, haha
I'm not gon' kill you though, haha
I'm not gon' kill you though, haha
Hey Black, kill this motherfucker
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War Ready
|
Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on, am I right? (Oh, oh, whoa)
[Chorus]
On the way we shed some tears, every day we sacrifice
So we can be standing here, oh, what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years, and the future is bright
Now it's very clear, that we gon' be rich forever
And ever, and ever, oh-oh, oh-oh
We gon' be rich forever, oh oh oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
We gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
[Verse 1]
I remember bein' blind to it
'Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
Back of the Phantom, couldn't fathom, I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
And he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I'm in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it come to franks
Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it but barely, niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dawgs at?
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type never exchange numbers
Want to conversate and steal game from us
See the watch now you wanna know the name of it
Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shit pushed back cause it ain't buzzin'
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
Niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can't talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that...
All you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rollie, rose gold cost 40
Platinum 21, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screamin' YOLO in the V-I
Time flies fast ballin' with my nigga T.I
Cîroc, no glass, smilin' women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives takin' pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young bitches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-boy craves
Rich forever in my D-boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new Js
Sold dope by any means all day
[Chorus]
Been winning so many years, and the future is bright
Now it's very clear, that we gon' be rich forever
And ever, and ever, oh-oh, oh-oh
We gon' be rich forever
[Verse 2]
Huh! A hundred mil ain't enough
Got a hundred women, gotta deal with it, love
Worth forty Ms, is he still dealin' drugs?
Cigarette speedboats but he's still with the thugs
Club LIV, Louis shots on a Sunday
Grindin', even be legit one day
Order some more bottles because I'm on one
I know her pussy wet, and she wanna cum
She wanna cum, maybe come over
Stop dealin' with them niggas, you need one soldier
Keep you as my bitch forever
Cause you know a nigga rich forever
[Outro]
On the way we shed some tears (Oh oh oh)
Every day we sacrifice
Oh-oh, oh-oh, we gon' be rich forever
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
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Rich Forever
|
Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
"Oooh, now you are one lucky nigga."
"You better listen to your boss white boy."
"Oh, I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you."
"You wanna hold my hand?"
[Chorus]
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves, so I can lay they ass in
I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
From a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hell
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (Oh, Lord!)
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (Oh, Lord!)
Black coffins! (I need a hundred...)
[Verse 1]
I seen a hundred niggas die
I put that on my life, Lord, I wouldn't tell a lie
Unless it had to do with mine, in the middle of the night
Killers coming for you life, all you wanna do is shine?
I broke off the chains only the realest remain
I see your praying to Jesus, but will that help ease the pain?
Seen a brother get slain for a jar full of change
Yet I post on the block, look like I'm Big Daddy Cane
Is you a cat or a mouse? Keep them rats out the house
A lotta scars on my back, get tattoes all around
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
Money on his head, bitch, I'm trying to make a fortune
[Verse 2]
I seen a hundred women burn
As they stood firm, treat a nigga like a germ
What did she do to deserve? Put me on the farm
Pigs' feet in a jar; serve it to me warm
Any questions, they hang 'em, better pray for Dj-Django
Got me working in fields, too many years it gets fatal
All I want is my woman, such a wonderful mother, (mama!)
On the days that it rains, her smile bright like a summer
Our revenge is the sweetest, bitch cause I'm coming
Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama!)
Hundred dead bitches, (Lord) hundred black coffins (why?)
12 gauge, shotgun, chest full of carbon (boom-boom)
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100 Black Coffins
|
Rick Ross
|
[Intro]
SpeakerBangerz
Look, uh, look
[Chorus]
Heart been broke so many times I don't know what to believe
Mama say it’s my fault, it's my fault, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Think it's best I put my heart on ice, heart on ice ’cause I can't breathe
I'ma put my heart on ice, heart on ice, it's gettin' the best of me
[Verse]
While in the cell with Lil' Hakeem, after I slapped him I had told him
"I don't know how you get down with them clowns but I'm a soldier"
No one could understand, I had way too much aggression
That built over the years from my abandoned adolescence
See I done been lied to, backstabbed, and heartbroken
I wanted to cry but I was too afraid to open
Prayin’ one day I’d find a peace of mind by the ocean
I spent all my time committing crimes to get closer
While at my nana house I play the couch, starin' at the ceiling
Tryin’ not to get in my feelings
Thinkin' of a way I could make these millions
Maybe that'll take this pain away and clear up all these rainy days, yeah
[Chorus]
Heart been broke so many times I don't know what to believe
Mama say it’s my fault, it's my fault, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Think it's best I put my heart on ice, heart on ice 'cause I can't breathe
I'ma put my heart on ice, heart on ice, it's gettin' the best of me
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Brrt
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Heart On Ice
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
These mixed signals, mixed signals, they're killing me
I don't know what you want, but I know what I need
The "goodbyes," the "hellos," the "I need you," "no I don't"
Every time I start to close the door, you knock and I let you in
Loving you is my greatest sin
Loving you is my greatest sin
Loving you is my greatest sin
Yeah, yeah
Look, uh
[Verse]
Sorry I missed your call, I was on a jet
I been so zoned out, tryna figure out what's next
So scared to fail, I'm calculatin' my every step
Gotta watch my back and keep my strap, but nonetheless
I think about you when I'm gone (Yeah), wishing I could hold you
Probably home, wishin' someone come and love you how they 'posed to
And I hope you see this letter 'fore it's too late (Yeah)
I hope chasin' my dreams don't get in the way
I blame my struggles and my uncles for my hustlin' ways
I'm way in Michigan right now, lookin' at real estate
Lord knows I wanna lay ya down but I'm chasin' cake
Can't go back broke, stay on the go, that's all that's on my brain
[Bridge]
She tell me fuck you, I hate you, then I love you, can't blame you
She say I love you, but don't trust you, can't change you
I just hope we don't end how they do
Crash and burn on The Shade Room
[Chorus]
Street runner, gotta stop running sometimes (Yeah)
I'm in your city tonight (Yeah)
And these lights (These lights), make me feel so inspired (Yeah)
Going higher and higher and higher (Yeah, yeah)
Taking me higher (Taking me higher)
Higher and higher and higher (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Hey, I'm kinda glad you didn't pick up
I kinda just called to hear your voice, so
Your voice recording was enough
Ugh, I should hang up, what am I doing? Um
So uh, I feel kinda dumb, but uh
I miss you, I've been thinking about you
I've been thinking about our love and how much I miss your touch
I miss being around you, hearing your laugh and holding your hand
I think of you every day
I hope and I wish that you're doing okay
I want us to go back to the old days
Because, I miss you, and I just thought of you, so I thought I'd call you
To tell you that you crossed my mind and I took that as a sign, that I should call and say hi
So that's all, hi
I hope you don't think I've lost my mind, I hope you don't think I'm crazy
This message is getting long so I should just say bye, but
The idea of you listening to this, the thought of you on the other side of the line
I can't hang up
I'm in your city tonight
And these lights make me feel so inspired
Going higher and higher and higher
|
Street Runner
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
I tell myself, "It'll be alright"
Now it's 3 A.M. and I still got no reply
But I spend my nights alone
(Trill got that juice, nigga)
By myself, just another lonely day
Do I need help, because this ache won't go away?
These shadows on my wall, my only curtain call
The crowd goes silent now
Waiting for you
[Verse]
Where you at right now? Let me pull up and let's talk about it
I finally got some time alone and I thought about it
I swear to God your love is war, it's so much I can take
I been thuggin' for so long, bae, give me a break
Late nights, I reminisce about you, it's hard to forget about you
I swear I can't live with you, but I can't live without you
Jump off a plane on an island and I'm here without you
Ain't left my hotel in three days, I feel sick without you, sick without you
My stomach do this turning, I feel sick without you
My closest friend my worst enemy
I'm not okay when we apart, but I pretend to be, I
[Chorus]
I threw the party of the century
And people came over, no one left sober
And it was all for you
It was all for you
I been under this rock for so long, don't let the world in
Close the door, don't let the world in
Let's go and hide in again
Rekindle our flame and light my fire again
Oh, come light my fire again
[Outro]
I threw the party of the century
And people came over, no one left sober
And it was all for you
It was all for you
I threw the party of the century
And people came over, no one left sober
And it was all for you
It was all for you
|
Great Gatsby
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Look, uh
[Verse]
Tour bus slidin' in the rain, headed out of state
So much goin' through my brain, I can barely think
Sometimes I get on my own and wander outer-space
I love you, but I'm full of rage, our past is full of pain
On a planet of my own, livin' like an alien
Think it's safe to say that I'll never be the same again
Never fall in love again, my heart is on a shelf
My music's full of pain, but I keep my problems to myself
And I keep my mouth closed 'cause my thoughts sometimes can get too deep
My heart cold, my eyes closed, but I never go to sleep
I been all alone goin' on two weeks me, mysеlf, and my sheets
Wanna call your phone so we can speak, but it makе me feel weak
Get on the internet and see the world laugh 'bout my depression
They paintin' perfect pictures, but I ain't buyin' what they sellin'
Collect calls from the county always could make me smile
Damn, brother, you was just on the streets, and now you goin' to trial
Yeah, mama, I made it out the streets, I hope you finally proud
Youngin' jump out with that K, in broad day, shootin' at the crowd
Now he gettin' on top the stage, and they sing his music loud, sing his music out loud
[Chorus]
Take away my name, take away my throne
Take away my fame, let me keep my soul, uh
Smilin' on the outside, inside dyin'
Listenin' to a grown man cryin'
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Oh-woah
|
Boyz Don’t Cry
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Damn, this motherfucker too crazy, Saucii
Let that shit ride, Eighty8
When the shit over, it's over
I don't know what's after or, you know
[Verse]
I keep my gun in my drawers, ducking the sad news (Oh yeah)
My phone say seven missed calls, I know it's bad news
This life had left me so scarred, I'm knowing that's true
Remember times got so hard, I got it tattoed (So hard)
I ain't did no shows but made some bread (Yeah)
I gotta keep the family fed (Yeah, yeah)
Look, just talked to pops about the feds
I ain't gon' lie, he had me scarеd, uh
I feel 'em coming, nigga (Yeah)
I'll keep on running, nigga (Yeah)
If wе go down bad, keep it a hundred, nigga
My girl all in my ear screaming, "Spend some time"
I promise I'll be here when I can get some time
Right now, I got to get what's mine (For sure)
I'll be thuggin' 'til the end of time
And fuck these niggas 'cause they lame
Since they love saying my name
Make sure you write the truest in the motherfucking game
[Chorus]
On my tombstone when they bury me
By the river, they will carry me
Finally, I'll be resting in peace
Finally, finally
I'll get to fly away, somewhere, someday
Fuck these niggas 'cause they lame
Since they love saying my name (Yeah)
Make sure you write the truest in the game
On my tombstone when they bury me (Yeah)
By the river, they will carry me (Yeah)
Finally, I'll be resting in peace (Oh yeah)
Finally, finally, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
(You know what I’m saying, I don’t really know what I’m saying, I don’t know what’s after this shit)
Finally, finally (Everybody think they know but fuck it, I sleep on the floor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (This shit comes with a lot, it’s a lot of pressure, I’m a young nigga though)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On my tombstone when they bury me (Believe that man, I’m a hustler)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on my tombstone when they bury me, yeah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, finally I'll be resting in peace
Finally, finally, on my tombstone when they bury me
By the river, they will carry me, I'll be resting in peace
Finally, finally, yeah
|
Tombstone
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Your eyes staring back at me (Back at me)
My heart starts to skip a beat
I pray that you will never know (Never know)
I fall and then you look in my eyes
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Hello?
What you doin'?
Laying here
Oh, just chillin'?
Just chillin'
You sad right now?
Yeah, I'm sad
I love you
I love you too
Hahaha
[Verse]
I wrote this song for you, so you should pay attention
I was just staring at the ceiling and got in my feelings
Reminiscing about us fighting, fucking, and chilling
Right now, I'm riding through Memphis, passing through the city
I'm with my niggas, but I miss you, girl, don't get it twisted
And I cannot wait 'til I see you, hug you, and kiss you
Remember when I had first met you how I used to sweat you
I used to call your phone and text you and tell you you're special
Like girl, you're special, you the kinda girl that I need
I actually made you mine, sometimes, I can't believe
Wonder what your nigga was thinking when he let you leave
You try to leave, I might get down on my hands and knees
I'm still a G, please believe, but girl, you make me weak
You make me feel something I never felt, the reason I never left
A lot of hoes want your position, but they tripping
You been with me since the beginning and that's the way I'ma end it
[Chorus]
But just in case you feel you cannot stay, babe
Cars, clothes, and hoes, I'd trade it all
For a guaranteed spot in your heart
Wonder do you miss me when I'm busy on the road?
Wonder do you hear me? I'm in Houston all alone
And I'm thinking 'bout you, yeah, yeah
I been thinking 'bout you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just in case you feel you cannot stay, babe
Cars, clothes, and hoes, I'd trade it all
For a guaranteed spot in your heart
Wonder do you miss me when I'm busy on the road?
Wonder do you hear me? I'm in Houston all alone
And I'm thinking 'bout you, yeah, yeah
I been thinking 'bout you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
|
Letter From Houston
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Started the tour out in Denver, Colorado
I made the first one but I did not make the second show
Yeah, uh
[Verse]
It's safe to say I been this way since I was eighteen
The same night I fall in love, I feel it fading
Who can you love, who can you trust now that you're mainstream?
Don't want no love, don't got no trust, I feel me changin' (Yeah)
Sometimes I think about my high school sweetheart (Oh-oh-oh)
But times change, people change and grow apart
I fell so hard and fast for Dee, I wanna start a family (Family)
She show resentment, she got pregnant, and she felt abandoned (Oh-oh-oh)
That shit with what's-her-namе was faster than I had planned it (Oh-oh-oh)
She movеd away from San Diego, livin' in Miami (Miami)
We caught a flight to Puerto Rico, she was sweet as candy (Candy)
She just ain't know she had my heart before the plane landed (Yeah)
And by the time I got home (Oh-oh-oh), I just wanted to be alone
I met Brianna through Kearra, they were the best of friends (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
She turned her head, and we moved up just like the Jeffersons (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I need your all each and every day (Oh), if I can't then I'll fade
And I don't mean to rush, but I easily fall in love (Yeah)
Uh, in my head I know that that ain't right
But I believe in first sight, yeah
We can fall in love right here tonight
Run away and be together for life
No more cold Decembers, lonely cold Decembers
No Decembers, lonely cold Decembers (Yeah)
No more Decembers, lonely cold Decembers (Yeah)
Cold Decembers (Yeah), lonely cold Decembers, yeah
[Outro]
Mmm (Grrah), yeah
Uh, uh-uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh-uh, yeah
But I OD'd in Denver and I just can't remember her name
I guess you could say that my love life was not up to par
Too many nights alone had left some permanent scars
She told me she'd love me and I told her that I'd do the same
Then I OD'd in Denver and I just can't remember her name
Then I OD'd in Denver and I just can't remember her name
I brought it on myself and I guess that I shouldn't complain
Doc said, "Son, you can't do anymore of that cocaine"
|
Cold December
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
(Ace Lex got a fool one)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You look so good to me, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
And I know you're not no good for me, but
You look so good to me
I don't need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right, she looks like
The girl of my dreams, yeah, uh
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my dreams, yeah
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my, yeah (Okay)
[Verse]
Devil in a dress, angel in some Nike Airs
I could've sworn I went to sleep and she was right here
Don't know if I seen her in my dreams or my nightmares
Think it was my nightmares
And I think I need your love, I don't need no one selfish
Wonder if I give this girl my heart, could she help it?
And you know she's an angel if you let her tell it
Baby hot as hell, she got kicked out of heaven
You know I love them braces, them big lips, that red skin
You know I love the faces she make when we sexing
Can't get her off my mind if I tried, my obsession
Block both her numbers, erased all our texts, yeah
[Chorus]
I know you're not no good for me, but
You look so good to me, yeah
I don't need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right, she looks like
The girl of my dreams, yeah (Ace Lex got a full one)
You look like the girl of my
You look like the girl of my, yeah
And I know you're not no good for me, but
You look so good to me, yeah
I don't need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right, she looks like
The girl of my dreams, yeah, uh (Ace Lex got a full one)
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my dreams
|
Girl of My Dreams
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Where the fuck is Rod Wave?
Hey
[Verse]
It's November, where the fuck is Rod Wave?
Young nigga way outta state
Fucked up, gettin' over pain
Look how far a nigga came
You remember I ain't had a thing
Fucked up, walkin' through the rain
At the top of the game, should've seen the niggas I was tryna bring
It's crazy the way these niggas change
Tell the city girl chill, you know baby mama know the deal
She know I could beat that pussy
Okay, let's switch the subject
Notice that both of my wrists is flooded
I been grindin' so hard, gеttin' to this money
I been working like I know the drought is coming
Monday to Monday, Sunday to Sunday, you know I'm street running
Okay, my daddy was a gangstеr, what the fuck that made me?
Niggas claiming that it's love dawg but it can't be
Know I fell in love with guns by the age of thirteen
And my pocket rocket on me, homie don't reach
Fuck dying in my Cuban link, I'm living in my Richard Millie
I just finished my tour, what a wonderful feeling
I got inside my bag and got out my feelings
I'm out my feelings
[Chorus]
Hey there everybody, what's it like in your city?
I'm a thousand miles away but look, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do, oh
Times Square couldn't shine as bright as you
I swear, it's true
Look, look
Hey there everybody, don't you worry about the distance
I'm right here if you get lonely
Give this song another listen, close your eyes
Uh, listen to my voice, it's my disguise
By your, your side
By your side
By your side, yeah, yeah
Watching you close
|
By Your Side
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
(Six, chill, fool, for real, for real)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
We went from rags to riches (Yeah)
Project fences to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothing to me
Be careful while fucking with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it, they cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut you for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free
Say she in love with me (What else?)
But save your love, I just want your company (Pray 4 Love)
I fall in the club for free
I give out daps and them hugs, but no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (What else?)
This type of shit is what make a hater
[Pre-Chorus]
When you got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no fuck, yeah
Don't give no fuck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We gettin' that money, yeah
[Chorus]
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches, mmm
Rags to riches (Damn)
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
To riches (Damn)
[Verse 2]
I went from rags to riches
I still go back to the trenches
We had to smash some niggas
No silver spoons, we had plastic utensils
He just came home, he still packin' his pistol
Die in these streets or get saved by the system
Or get you some millions, my lifestyle is vicious
These hoes ain't gon' miss you
They fuck on your partner, act like they forgot you, that shit have you sick
My girl, she the realest, I know how to pick 'em
I know what I did, I need you to bear with me
I know shit get ugly, but that's why you pretty
And pushin' a Bentley, my kind near extinct
I put up them millions, I'll never go broke
I'm a god in my hood, I give everyone hope
Can't remember a time when my answer was nope
I remember the times I had nowhere to go
Down to my lowest, I turned to a pro
And I'm pourin' my heart out, I bought my lil' boy house
I brought all the bros out, I never try show out
I'm never gon' go out, never that
Every time that I turn around, I'm giving back
Once they whack him, he's dead, it ain't no gettin' back
I was giving my all, not asking for it back
I had blue hearts at first, I had to turn 'em black
[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rags to riches, rags to riches
Rags to riches, rags to riches, rags to riches
|
Rags2Riches 2
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Trillo Beats, you did it again
You know, I'm in New Jersey right now
It's like four in the mornin'
It's me and T in this bitch, my nigga Dre in this bitch
Uh, uh
[Verse]
Flushed all these Percocets (Why?) they wasn't workin' yet
Quarter pound on my bus, we finna murda that
Today was okay, but I been feelin' sorrow (What up?)
Tonight I'ma pray it's better by tomorrow
Say mama, hey, mama, I been feelin' homesick
It's demons inside my heart and I can feel 'em growin'
I brought people around me without even knowin'
They all had secrets agendas that they wasn't showin' (Showin')
Bitches will stab you in yo' back but smile in yo' face (Face)
Niggas will act how they act but they want yo' place (Yo' place)
Say that's it's love out they mouth, but that shit be fake (Fake)
So I been lookin' for peace and beggin' for space (What up?)
And, Lord, I'm just a nigga tryna win, uh
Lord, I'm just a nigga, so I sin (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
We spin his block, we spin his block then spin again (Mm)
He gotta pay for what he did, yeah
[Refrain]
I been feelin' pain for so long (What up?)
I done became numb
I don't make it no better, I give my heart to whoever (Whoever)
They take it and they run, mm, mm
[Pre-Chorus]
You had me but you lost me (Lost me)
I'm not mad, I'm exhausted (Exhausted)
Please, please, if you come around (Yeah)
Gimme somethin' to make me smile
[Chorus]
And it's so many dark days
It's so many dark days and dark clouds
It's been so many dark days (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Been so many dark days and dark clouds
[Interlude]
Like a big-ass black cloud been following a nigga 'round, I been tryna shake that bitch
Then niggas come around with that energy
Make it even fuckin' worse, I don't even— man, I be—
[Chorus]
It's been so many dark days
Been so many dark days and dark clouds (I get a nigga from 'round me fast)
It's been so many dark days (Ask me, feel me)
Been so many dark days and dark clouds (Uh, uh)
[Refrain]
I been feelin' pain for so long, uh
I done became numb
I don't make it no better, I give my heart to whoever, uh
They take it and they run, mm, mm
[Outro]
You had me but you lost me
I'm not mad, I'm exhausted
Please, please, if you come around
Gimme something to make me smile (Make me smile)
|
Dark Clouds
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
I'm tryna fuck with lil' what's her name, but she be actin' like a fan
She had to tell the world we had a
You know what I'm sayin', with the, uh
(Tyler Javeon)
Mmh
Had to tell the world, you know what I'm sayin', you ain't really fuckin' with me
You know what I'm sayin', you a fan, bitch
Ayy, of all these, man, I'm dolo, thug life
Uh, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
And I don't want no more love, I feel it's poison
Late at night I can't sleep 'cause I hear voices
Tellin' me I'm too deep, quit tryna force it (Uh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Got too much stuck on my chest, can't get it off of me
I put my demons to rest but they been stalking me
Lord knows I tried my best, I gave it all of me (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
[Verse]
Late at night, I been roaming, I ain't getting no sleep (Woah)
It's hard to stay focused when that pain running deep
Been alone my whole life, but you helped me forget
Then you made me remember my heart cold as December
Learning to love myself, I been alone every weekend
They say he's out of breath 'cause he's been runnin' from demons
You left, I needed help, you were someone that I believed in
People change like the seasons, I'm asking what's the reason?
Then I been thuggin' dolo, lay in my bed and cut off my phone
I smoke that dope alone, me and others don't get along
You can peep the pain in my face but I hide it deep in these songs
I learned to keep my mouth closed 'cause don't nobody know what's wrong
Got me addicted to love, and then you left 'round the same time
Sorry I can't make time, been living on space time
I heard through the grapevine she told you we FaceTimed
That shit got a block, tell that bitch to kick rocks, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
And I don't want no more love, I feel it's poison
Late at night I can't sleep 'cause I hear voices
Tellin' me I'm too deep, quit tryna force it (Uh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Got too much stuck on my chest, can't get it off of me
I put my demons to rest but they been stalking me
Lord knows I tried my best, I gave it all of me (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
And I don't want no more love, I feel it's poison
Late at night I can't sleep 'cause I hear voices
Tellin' me I'm too deep, quit tryna force it (Uh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Got too much stuck on my chest, can't get it off of me
I put my demons to rest but they been stalking me
Lord knows I tried my best, I gave it all of me (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
[Outro]
Yeah, dawg, woah
Yeah, dawg
Uh, yeah-yeah-yeah, uh
(Dolo, lay in my bed and cut off my phone
I smoke that dope alone, me and others don't get along)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
|
Poison
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh
Oh, do you do this often?
I know it sound wrong, like, everything I left in Maryland
I just don't wanna see myself anymore, I don't
They, like, they say they miss me and shit, shut up, for real, like, man
Look, 'kay
[Verse]
DJ, run it back, play my song in this bitch
Vibin' like I'm alone in this bitch, mm
Tit for tat, I got you back, was I wrong for that shit?
Tell me, is we too grown for that shit? Uh
I wanna lock it in, baby, no weighin' my options
Wanna travel, see the world, gettin' drunk on an island
Wanna settle, start a family, so tell me about it
And you so perfect, baby, don't give nobody that body (Okay)
Social anxiety, I fear
And I done been this way for some years
I don't really get along with my peers
Everything that they do to me is weird
So in a world full of weirdos, fools, and scrubs
Tell me, what is it you're willin' to do for love?
You know it's true that the datin' pool is fucked
Ain't nobody out here, baby, it just be us
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know a broken heart when I see one
And I feel, and I feel, and I feel, and I feel like I love you more
Did you know? Do you know? Did you know? Do you know I'm a shoulder if you need one?
When I feel what I feel, keep it real, what’s the deal? I'm ready for
Go somewhere we could be alone, you and me alone
I remember bein' twenty-one when my life had just begun
Twenty-two, many things to see and do
Twenty-three, lookin' forward to twenty-four
Is it just me or it ain't no love no more?
Twenty-five, what a time to be alive
Am I getting old? Why do I feel tired?
All the same old things, the same old games
Same old pain, think it's time for a change 'cause
Certain shit ain't like me no more
Certain shit don't excite me no more
It don't excite me no more, no
It ain't like me no more
No more, no more
No, no, no, no, no
Certain shit don't excite me no more
It ain't like me no more
This ain't like me no more, no
It don't excite me no more, uh
[Outro]
Uh
|
25
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
Yeah, yeah
Ayy yo, Bans, what you cookin'?
Mmh, yeah
[Verse]
She say, 'Why you thug me like that?'
I don't mean to
Sometimes I feel like I don't need you
Unlike other people, I done been here twice before
So I know how the dices roll
So many times I had the chance to tell the truth and played you
So many times you could've went and did you, but was faithful
That's why I wanna thank you and then give you the best of me
I can't take back the past but I got the recipe
Let's jump on a plane, see the world together
Give you my last name, be my girl forever
They see the Instagram, the comments, and all the likes
But they don't see the make-up, and the breakups, and the fights
It's a cold, cold world, it's a wild, wild life
But long as I got you, girl, I'm alright
In the middle of the day, at the end of the night
Believe me, I'm right by your side
So if you need me, you can call me
I'll be running for you, darling
Whatever it is, whatever you need
I'll come full speed, guaranteed to...
[Chorus]
Paint the sky red only for you
Paint the sky red only for you
Paint the sky red for you
Paint the sky red, yeah
[Outro]
Only for you
For you
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, grrah
|
Paint the Sky Red
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yung Tago on the beat
It's Yung Tago on the beat
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago
[Chorus]
I fell straight on my face, I'll take the blame for that
Heart been broke so many times, and I can't take it back
I've been so scared of love, got commitment issues
But somehow, some way I fell in love with you
But how would you feel if I told you that I think you the one?
How would you feel if I told you that I can't get enough?
How would you feel if I told you that, girl, I need your love?
How would you feel? How would you feel?
[Verse]
How would you feel if I told you that, girl, I need your love?
How would you feel if I told you that, girl, I need your touch?
Could you feel me if I told you that it's hard to trust
I been hurt before, I done heard these words before
I done took lies straight to the face, been stabbed in my back
I done been crossed by my closest people, can't blame you for that
Last bitch told me that she love me, couldn't stand on that
Told me that she would never leave me, then her bags was packed
So I guess you can take that story, say I'm traumatized
They say I look just like my dad with my mama's eyes
They say our future's like my father with my mama's pride
'Cause if I ever kiss that Cupid, it's a homicide
I was tryna lock up my heart and throw away the key
But somehow, you made the key take control of me
I told myself never again would I ever fall
But when I see those pretty eyes, I wanna risk it all
[Outro]
Your, in your, in your, ooh
Your, in your, in your, ooh
Your, in your, in your, in your, ooh
In your, ooh, in your, in your, in your, ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your, in your, in your, in your, ooh
In your, in your, in your, ooh
As I'm sayin'
How would you feel? How would you feel?
Grrah, grrah
|
How Would You Feel
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
I don't know, like
I just don't, I don't get people (D. Major, baby)
I don't fuck with nobody, I don't be around nobody
I just like being dolo, you know?
People, I don't know, I just don't understand 'em
Maybe it's they don't understand me
[Chorus]
Weight of the world on your shoulders and you're feeling all alone
You got it, my nigga, just hold on
Thug life ain't dead, I'ma be this way until they kill me
'Til then, I'ma make these niggas feel me
My nigga it's a wild, wild lifestyle
A wild, wild lifestyle
I don't get along with my peers, I'm at war with myself
So fuck you and everybody else
[Verse]
Okay, I finally get the meaning of fighting demons (Fighting demons)
Late at night, I ain't sleeping, I'm up thinking (I'm up thinking)
I'ma ball all season for last season (Yeah, yeah)
Back when I was on the bleachers, they left me needin' (Yeah)
Thug life ain't dead, niggas scared, that's how I feel (I feel)
I don't fuck with my peers, never did, and never will (I never will)
And I can't keep a bitch 'cause I be peepin' shit
I ain't with all of that beefin' shit, I'd rather leave a bitch
In the city, brought my glizzy with me, I'll delete a bitch
Niggas hating on a daily, but be on some feature shit, leecher shit
Niggas mad at me but I can't understand 'em
How you mad at me and I'm tryna feed my family?
And my school didn't feel like high school 'cause niggas fake
So I would skip classes and break in houses to get paid
Told my mama one day, one day, I'ma be straight
Stack up my chips and I'ma move far away
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know, I'm a popular loner, you know
Maybe it's me, maybe it's not, you know, maybe it's me
Fuck it
|
Popular Loner
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
(Six, chill, fool, for real, for real)
(Yeah)
Look
Uh, look
[Verse]
We went from rags to riches, uh
Project fences to livin' luxury
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothing to me
Be careful while fucking with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it, they cuttin' for me
Yeah, they gon' cut you for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free
Say she in love with me (What else?)
But save your love, I just want your company
I fall in the club for free
I give out daps and them hugs, wasn't no one's for me
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (What else?)
This type of shit is what make a hater
[Pre-Chorus]
When you got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
Really don't give no fuck, yeah
Don't give no fuck
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We getting that money, yeah
[Chorus]
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else? Damn)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
To riches (What else? Damn)
[Outro]
Yeah
Rags to riches, rags to (Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
Rags to riches, rags to riches (6, chill, fool, for real, for real)
Rags to riches
Damn
Said ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
|
Rags2Riches
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
(Yo, yo, this beat actually really hard)
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the world
The world
Look, look
[Verse 1]
She’s a real deal diva, more than an Instagram model
Bad bitches love reposado, drinkin' out the bottle
I don't usually try and shoot no shots, but I couldn't pass on her
Told 'em stop the car and let me out, I seen the ass on her
Playin' mean, but she really sweet, my heart skipped a beat
In the club where I hardly could be, so I bring the party to me
Top floor, presidential suite and we fifty deep
Hold on, T, could you stop the beat? Let's get somethin' to eat
If she tryna set a trap, then it's gonna work
I love you and all your baddie friends, boo, let's go to Turks
I don't want your Insta or your Snapchat
Add me on your finsta where you be bad at
She don't want no more love and I don't mind
She's here for a good time, not a long time
I told her after we get done, we can island hop
Her friend told me, "Nigga, shut up, it's shot o' clock"
[Chorus]
Girls, girls (Woah), girls, girls, girls all over the world
She's a vibe and her friend's a vibe and we 'bout to have some fun
Bad bitches 'round the world, better grab you one, oh
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls all over the world
The world
The world
[Verse 2]
Michigan, Atlanta, Florida, Alabama (21)
Bougies and the ratchets, I don't really have a standard (Yeah)
I'm a young player, I rub feet and I light candles (Yeah)
She love lemon drops and like to open-toe her sandals (21)
Okay (21, 21), come here, baby, let me coach you (Yeah)
If you learn to do it with no hands, I might promote you (On God)
You know I got superpowers, I would never ghost you
We just made a movie, now we watchin' it on Roku
[Bridge]
She's a vibe and her friend's a vibe, know we 'bout to have some fun
Bad bitches 'round the world, better grab you one
Bad bitches 'round the world, better grab you one
Better grab you one, oh
What up, Houston? What up, Dallas?
What up, Chicago? What up, Cali?
In Atlanta, I'm in New York
I'm in—
[Chorus]
Girls, girls (Woah), girls, girls, girls all over the world
She's a vibe and her friend's a vibe and we 'bout to have some fun (Yo, yo, this beat actually really hard)
Bad bitches 'round the world, better grab you one, oh
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls all over the world
The world
The world
|
Turks & Caicos
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
They said prayer was a master key
If I pray then God would answer me, oh (Trillo Beats, you did it again)
He really did
He showed me His care
Oh, His care, yeah
Keep going, keep going
Look
[Chorus]
And it's hard, I know, they want me to move on
But I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
[Verse 1]
What's happening Unc'? I know you looking down smiling at me
I pray that you found some peace and you're finally happy
But I can't sleep, dawg, I cry every fucking night
This'll probably the hardest chapter of my fucking life
Remember how we used to ride plotting on a plan
Me and my nigga had a bond thе world wouldn't understand
God help a nigga understand this crazy lifе of mine
So many funerals, court dates, suites and ties
I get to thinking 'bout my nigga and can't help but cry
Tell me how you leave me, nigga, without saying bye
Remember how we used to ride, dog, to you and me
We beat that road, we should've been sponsored by GMC
Deep in my heart, I don't think I could live this life without you
Interstates and streetlights make me think about you
Cleaner clothes and sprinter vans make me shed a tear
It made me cry just like a baby, dog, it been some years
"Gotta keep going" in my brain, but in my heart, I'm feeling pain
Beefing with depression, wish I had someone to blame
I follow your every move, go on and lead the way
If it weren't for Fat and Pain, nigga, I'd follow you to the grave
[Chorus]
And I every step I take (Step I take)
I can hear you say (Hear you say)
Keep going, keep going (Keep going)
Keep going, keep going (Keep going)
And it's hard, I know, they want me to move on
But I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
Look
[Verse 2]
And I been through so many things but this shit the hardest
Tell me why I'm feeling pain, always brokenhearted
Yeah, them niggas did they thing, but you the sharpest
In my eyes, you remain the motherfucking largest
Tell me how was seeing Deyjah and your son Tazarus
Tell me do they let us gangsters in the heaven parties
Tell my nigga Fat Feezy that I'm fucked up 'bout him
And tell my nigga Brock I'm sorry that I left without him
And they ask if I'm okay, I just lie about it
To myself I cry about it then get high about it
Them niggas knew how you was feeling and they let me know
You could've told me anything, I wouldn't tell a soul
Tell me why Simmons signed, I can't stop from crying
Tell me that you ain't alright and I wouldn't leave your side
Nigga, we undefeated, why you leave like this?
We did the impossible, it ain't shit you can't fix
Nigga, it's impossible for me to see you like that
Tell me how do I move forward without you watching my back
And tell me how do I move on now that you gone, I can't
This the last lap of the turtle race
[Chorus]
And I every step I take (Step I take) (And every step I take)
I can hear you say (Hear you say) (I hear you say)
Keep going, keep going (Keep going, keep going)
Keep going, keep going (Keep going)
And it's hard, I know, they want me to move on
But I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
And I every step I take (Step I take)
I can hear you say (Hear you say)
Keep going, keep going
Don't stop going
And it's hard, I know, they want me to move on
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
But I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
But I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
But I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
But I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready, I ain't ready, I ain't ready
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
I ain't ready to let go, my nigga
Keep going, my nigga, keep going
|
Last Lap
|
Rod Wave
|
[Verse]
Mm, I been up for three nights tryna plan out my life
I been livin' so wrong but I just wanna do right
It's like I did her so wrong but wanted her to be my wife
Wanna pack up my clothes, my kids and catch us a flight
They gettin' older
I never wanted them to know how it feel to come from a broken home
My fault, guess I did it all wrong
Park the Rolls truck, ain't drove that thing in a minute
I don't even know why I bought it, really hate the attention
I said it was the look on my mama face when I did it
But really it was my pride, ready to say it ain't rented
Can't get lost in the sauce, caught in money competitions
Whats the point of an Instagram image when you got millions for real?
You really got them millions for real
Seven in the mornin', my shit buzzin' and bangin'
All day my phone ring, ever since I been famous
Everybody got the perfect scheme to get us some paper
Tryna make it seem it's best for me and it ain't no favor
If it wasn't for favors, they'll never call you
Sometimes I need someone to talk to
Sometimes this life can be confusing
Call your friends and ask how they doin'
[Chorus]
I'm coolin', most days I just be coolin'
Everybody got they own life and they own problems
This life's too short for grudges, call 'em
To the girl who got my heart forever, open my line
To my niggas down the road, one call at a time
My phone never ring to see if I'm doing fine
Even though I be so caught up on the grind
Could you call me if I ever cross your mind?
Do I ever cross your mind?
If I ever cross your mind
Call me if I ever cross your mind
Do I ever cross your mind?
If I ever cross your mind
Please, call me
|
Call Your Friends
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Um, Reuel, stop playing, haha
He havin', mmm-mmm
He havin'
[Chorus]
He havin' conversations in the dark, yeah, yeah
It's just me, myself, and my heart, uh
My heart said, "Under any circumstance or for any reason
Let down your guard again and I'ma stop beatin'
Please, friend, I cannot take it no more"
[Verse]
Four in the mornin', while they sleepin', I'm wide awake
Thinkin' about the problems I faced, make my heart race
I done put my trust in so many, they all traded lanes
I don't know where I should start but it's time for a change
During the day, I'm Rod Wave, but I feel like Cobain
Do I wanna deal with the pain that tomorrow brings?
Might grab a gun, blow out his brain, he been feelin' strange
But then he think 'bout Reginae and think about Charmaine
So many smiles, so many hugs, but I still feel alone
Cut down the lights, cut off his phone, and get in his zone
Lost in his thoughts, he's in a vault, but his mind, it roams
And he'll give his heart to anyone who will call it home
And he's been like that for so long, since a small child
He'd be okay until he sober, then his thoughts pile
They be on social sites ridin', clownin' a nigga
Then he remember he's up two, three hundred thousand on niggas (Krrah)
[Chorus]
He havin' conversations in the dark, yeah, yeah
It's just me, myself, and my heart
My heart said, "Under any circumstance or for any reason
Let down your guard again and I'ma stop beatin'
Please, friend, I cannot take it no more"
|
Dark Conversations
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Mmm
(Ayo, Nashi, you go crazy)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Okay, green light, uh, pistol in the party don't seem right
Lil' bro off that molly, can't think right
It's about to be a fuckin' green light
I get in my feelings off that Hen, dawg
I'm gon' be this way until the end, dawg
I got too much on my mind and I cannot get it off
Gon' be a homicide before Nuni take the loss
[Verse]
The good die young (Green light), they be the first ones to leave
Ace told me keep my strap but now he restin' in peace
If I ever catch the nigga who killed him out on the street
I'ma tie him to my truck and drive that nigga to the beach, brr
Ayy, tell a nigga, "Rest in peace", uh, tryna blind a nigga
Fuck it, jump in the bucket, let's go find these niggas
All I need is a half a ounce of weed, my brand new AR-15
I'm gon' make a nigga bleed
[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, tell him leave it in the street, we gon' put it in they life
Spin his block with that Glock, he jumped the gate and left his bike
Niggas get knocked out they socks when they get hit with that pipe
Woadie jumped out with that chop, then introduced them to that green light
[Chorus]
Okay, green light, uh, pistol in the party don't seem right
Lil' bro off that molly, can't think right
It's about to be a fuckin' green light
I get in my feelings off that Hen, dawg
I'm gon' be this way until the end, dawg
I got too much on my mind and I cannot get it off
Gon' be a homicide before Nuni take the loss
Green light
|
Green Light
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
The lotta fight I've been in
Ooh, ooh, mm (Ayo Pluto, you going brazy)
[Verse 1]
Niggas ain't gettin' no money, tell 'em quit that cappin' (Mmm, mmm)
Niggas ain't gettin' no money, tell 'em quit that cappin' (Mmm, yeah)
In this bitch relaxin', you ain't even did your taxes (Yeah)
We went triple platinum, I don't wanna hear no naggin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, made it happen, uh, uh
Youngin' out that bottom, but he made it happen (Yeah)
I don't wanna make new friends, point me to my ends
Who he think he is in that brand new Benz?
They should've knew I was comin'
Since a lil' youngin', I knew I would get me somе money (Skrrt)
Know I turned nothing to something, I look at your cousin (Grr)
Thе youngin', six million and runnin'
And I promise to keep it one hunnid, keep it one hunnid
You see me grindin' and hustlin'
So, you got to respect me, fuck you, give me my check, please
[Pre-Chorus]
Youngin' chasin' dreams, reachin' for the stars (What else?)
Be all you can be, eat or you gon' starve (What else?)
A youngin' out that bottom, but he beat the odds (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I had it hard (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
But now I'm richer than I've ever been (What else?)
I'm richer than I've ever been (Yeah)
I'm richer than I've ever been
I'm richer than I've ever been (Ever been)
He richer than he ever been (Oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 2]
I'm richer than ever, whippin' a Tesla, cars, hoes, et cetera
Hit him with pressure, my niggas won't let up
Tell them niggas to catch up, oh
Wake up, got a million in diamonds that sit on the dresser, oh
Run up that check, now I'm flexin' my muscles, I feel like a wrestler
'Cause we come from nothin' to Rollies and plaques
Fake love, it was holdin' him back
Flashbacks while he pourin' the yak
Since a young nigga, he just wanted a sack
Used to daydream 'bout thumbin' through racks
Heat tuck, it get cold in the 'Raq
Tears fall while he loadin' the strap
Seen it all, he just wanna relax, uh-uh
I'm richer than I ever been
Put my heart before the bag, worst shit I ever did
Gave you a second chance and you left again, uh
'Member days I used to wonder, "Would we ever win?"
[Chorus]
But now I'm richer than I've ever been (What else?)
I'm richer than I've ever been (Yeah)
I'm richer than I've ever been
I'm richer than I've ever been (Ever been)
He richer than he ever been, ever been, ever been
[Outro]
Uh-uh, uh, uh, mmh (Yeah)
Grrah
|
Richer
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
I don't know if you love me anymore
I don't know if you love me like before
Just tell me when to let go
Baby, tell me when to let go
Desirez beats
Look, look, mm
[Verse]
My momma told me to make it work
But Usher told me to let it burn
I used to see you call my phone and get butterflies
These days, my stomach turn
I don't know why I think about you all the time
I was hopin' this is love and you ain't just down for the ride
Tell me what could make a grown man lay down and cry?
Maybe what he thought was real lovе, he watched die
Problеms drive me insane, shit been wreckin' my brain (Brain)
I've been poppin' these Percocets to cope with the pain (Uh-huh)
Everyone think the root of my problem is a broken heart (Heart)
But, ever since a juvenile, I been lonely and lost (Yeah)
And you know when you met me, I didn't do drugs at all (At all)
But got a dose of your love, hooked like Fentanyl (Fentanyl)
They say the later you wait to quit, the harder you fall (You fall)
You took me to your mountain tip and then you threw me off
And then you threw me off
Oh, and then you threw me off
Threw me off (Desirez beats)
[Chorus]
Last night, I was so high, I almost jumped out of the window
Last night, I was so high, almost jumped out of the window
And my love's all yours, it's all yours from a distance
I was thinkin', if you ever need me, come see me
Uh-huh (Yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, oh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Last night, I was so high, I almost jumped out of the window
Last night, I was so high, almost jumped out of the window
And my love's all yours, it's all yours from a distance
I was thinkin', if you ever need me, come see me
Uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, oh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
|
Come See Me
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
And when it come out, we're gon' name it "Sky Priority"
Go and get you some help
(FJ on the beat, ho)
[Verse 1]
Oh, it hurt me to my heart the way our love ended
I blame you, you the reason I don't trust bitches
My heart so cold, I done been crossed, I don't trust niggas
He say my name, he get knocked off just like that one nigga
Yeah, yeah (Mook got the keys jumpin')
Okay, and that's how it be (Yeah)
I ain't been gettin' no sleep, I been runnin' the streets
I ain't been home in two weeks, I been lookin' for peace
In California on the beach, I'm low key in a Jeep
Yeah, I'm just tryna' catch a better vibe (Okay)
'Cause I get lost in my thoughts and I cry
Keep my mouth closed, it be too much on my mind
Don't nobody care, I won't dare waste my time (FJ on the beat, ho)
Too much pain in my body, I need surgery
Won't put cocaine in his body, he take Perkys
I had a dream 'bout Kareem and it hurt me
Sometimes I sit and think about Ray like, "Was it worth it?"
I heard he had plans to leave his brains on the ceilin' (Yeah)
He had a talk with his pops and it healed him
He said, "You'll go out like a coward if you end it
You came too far, you can't look back, you got to finish"
Yeah
[Chorus]
On the road doin' shows all alone
In another nigga's city livin' wrong
Pray to God I can make it back home
Even if I don't, it won't be long (FJ on the beat, ho)
Yeah, I'll fly high with my God
Soul been broke in half, I got too many scars
Put my trust in 'em and they broke my heart
Death's gotta be easy 'cause life is harder, yeah, yeah
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
(You know, that's why I'll say it, you know)
(But, you know, nigga ain't on no re-up, I'ma just thug it)
Death's gotta be easy 'cause life is hard —
Death's gotta be easy 'cause life is harder, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
On the road doin' shows all alone, uh
In another nigga's city livin' wrong
Pray to God I can make it back home
Even if I don't, it won't be long (FJ on the beat, ho)
Yeah, I'll fly high with my God
Soul been broke in half, I got too many scars
Put my trust in 'em and they broke my heart
Death's gotta be easy 'cause life is harder, yeah, yeah
I'll fly high with my God (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Soul been broke in half I got too many scars (Okay)
Put my trust in em' and they broke my heart
(Death's gotta be easy 'cause life is hard —)
Death's gotta be easy 'cause life is harder, uh, yeah
[Outro]
FJ on the beat, ho
|
Sky Priority
|
Rod Wave
|
[Intro]
Ooh (Alright)
Yeah
Yeah, it's Sexyy (Alright)
Hey, Bruno, ooh
[Chorus]
Fat, juicy, and wet (Ah-ah)
I don't even gangbang, pussy so good
Make me throw up a set (Ah-ah), uh
That good kitty-kitty, good kitty-kitty
Make it my pet (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Pretty pussy, type of pussy
You ain't ever gon' forget (Ah-ah)
Fat, juicy, and wet (Wet), wet (Wet), wet (Wet), wet (Wet)
[Verse 1]
Pussy like weed, pussy like dope
Pussy like cocaine, put it up your nose
Ayy, slob on my clit, suck on my toes
Twenty-four karat, pussy drip like gold (Ooh)
Throw my legs back, eat my booty from the front (Mm)
Milk mustache on your face when I cum (Yeah)
Hit it from the bottom, hit it from the top (Yeah)
Pop go the pussy 'cause the pussy say, "Pop"
[Pre-Chorus]
(Alright) Ooh, ooh, slide in it now, slide in it now, slide
(Alright) I'ma throw it back, let me give you that, that
[Chorus]
Fat, juicy, and wet (Fat, juicy, and wet)
I don't even gangbang, pussy so good
Make me throw up a set (Throw it up, throw it up), uh
That good kitty-kitty, good kitty-kitty
Make it my pet (Uh, uh-huh, Sexyy)
Pretty pussy, type of pussy
You ain't ever gon' forget (You ain't ever gon' forget)
Fat, juicy, and wet (Wet), wet (Wet), wet (Wet), wet (Wet)
[Verse 2]
Bust down, middle part, badass bitch
You ain't never had punani like this
Titties on your forehead, titties on your chin
Titties on titties with my big-titty friends
(Do it, Sexyy, do it, Sexyy, do it)
Arch your back, put your ass into it (Baow)
Squirt in your mouth, squirt on your bed
Coochie water autograph, signed "Sexyy Red" (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Fat, juicy, and wet (Fat, juicy, and wet)
I don't even gangbang, pussy so good
Make me throw up a set (Throw it up, throw it up), yee
That good kitty-kitty, good kitty-kitty
Make it my pet (Uh, uh-huh, Sexyy)
Pretty pussy, type of pussy
You ain't ever gon' forget (You ain't ever gon' forget)
Fat, juicy, and wet (Wet), wet (Wet), wet (Wet), wet (Wet)
[Outro]
Do it, Sexyy, do it, Sexyy, do it
(Do it, Sexyy, do it, Sexyy, do it)
You better arch your back, put your ass into it
(Do it, Sexyy, do it, Sexyy, do it)
Do it, Sexyy, do it, Sexyy, do it
(Do it, Sexyy, do it, Sexyy, do it)
You better arch your back, put your ass into it
(Do it, Sexyy, do it, Sexyy, do it) Fat, juicy, and wet
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Fat Juicy & Wet
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Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
I'm out of town, thuggin' with my rounds
My coochie pink, my booty-hole brown
Where the niggas? I'm lookin' for the hoes
Quit playin', nigga, come suck a bitch toe
[Chorus]
Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out
Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out
[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, I'm out here in Miami
Lookin' for the hoochie daddies (Where they at?)
Where the niggas that get ratchet? (Where they at?)
My son need a new pappy
Too many bitches, where the niggas at?
I'm tryna get my coochie scratched (Yeah)
I'm tryna get my coochie stretched (Yeah)
You know them dread heads do it the best (Oh, yeah)
I like a nigga with a check
All my niggas give me neck
You know I'm sexy, I'm the best
I'm the shit, lil' bitch, I'm that (You know it)
I-I-I can't say his name 'cause he be cheatin' (I love you, baby)
Yeah, and I'm the reason
Ahahaha, niggas love a bad bitch (Yeah, yeah)
What Suki say? Nut on my tits (Sexyy)
[Chorus]
Pound town, just left pound town (What?)
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down (What?)
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down (Hmm)
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (Hmm)
Pound town, just left pound town (Yeah)
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (Hmm)
[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
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Pound Town
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
Uh-huh, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah-ahem
I say hoo, baby (Yep, I love you, bae)
Bae, I love you, you my everything (This for you)
I wrote this for you, baby
[Chorus]
Bae, I love you, you my everything
I'm your main bitch, fuck a wedding ring
We both in fast cars and we switchin' lanes (Yoom)
When I'm away from you, you always on my brain
[Post-Chorus]
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (It's there)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes wе go together (I swear)
Nigga, wе go together, tell them hoes we go together (I don't care)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (Sexyy, in this world)
[Verse 1]
He protect me, let them pistols bang (Baow)
If you fuck with me, go tattoo my name
I like to spoil him and he do the same
I think we soulmates, you my twin flame
Tell them hoes that shit dead, I don't play 'bout you (No)
He got my head fucked up and he hella cute
It turn me on when he pull up on me in that coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
They be askin' what is we? I'm like, "My whoopty-woo" (On Blood)
He be tellin' me he love me and I love him too (It's there)
I only knew him for a week, but I swear this my boo (I swear)
I might let the nigga trap me, bitch, my summer through (I don't care)
But I don't even give a fuck, do anything for you (In this world)
[Post-Chorus]
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (It's there)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I swear)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I don't care)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (Yeah, Sexyy, in this world)
[Verse 2]
Give me the pussy, I'm bullyin' shit
Hit from the back and I'm pullin' your shit
I had some smoke in the city, I wanted to see you, but, baby, I couldn't just dip
You know the timin' we on when my niggas start lurkin' and tyin' they hoodies and shit
Soon as this shit get resolved, I'll turn to librarian for you, I'm bookin' that shit
Let's do it
Red, girl, I love you, let's do it
Showed enough love to the city, I promise, so let's get the fuck out St. Louis
Maybe we go to Saint Lucia, I been there, so I'll introduce you
Or maybe you go to Saint Martin with me if these niggas take break and quit startin' with me
Maybe we go to Saint Kitts
If you and your BD are calling it splits
Then maybe we call it an accident
You slip, you trip, you fall on my dick
Why you love me? Still a mystery
Me and the surgeon got history
I changed a lot of girls' lives for real
They need a new body, they hittin' me, ayy
BBL Drizzy, they want a new body, they ask me for it
The last one, Jung, he did it for free 'cause I sent over so many past ones for him
But Red, don't even worry about all of that shit
Just keep it natural for 'em, I swear
I got a passion for you, I swear
I got attraction for you, I swear
Yeah, you think I'm a bachelor, girl, but I swear
You ain't get your master's, but I stay breakin' your back in the master bedroom, I swear
You send a pic in them shorts and I had to send you a caption like I was there
You the hood bitch of my dreams, Sexyy, girl, you just ask for me and I'm there
[Post-Chorus]
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (It's there)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I swear)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (I don't care)
Nigga, we go together, tell them hoes we go together (Sexyy, in this world)
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U My Everything
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Grraow, baow, baow, baow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(It's Sexyy!)
[Chorus]
Slim thick, caramel skin
5'5", this bitch a ten (Yeah)
Hair done, bills paid
Catch me slidin' in a Benz (Vyoom)
I ain't lookin' for no man
Ain't recruitin' no new friends
Louis bag filled with bands
Go on, Sexyy, do your dance
[Refrain]
Get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh), get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh)
Get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh), get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
Boy, you know this ass super fat (I ain't lyin', though)
Fuck me good, I'm throwin' that shit back (I'm his favorite ho)
He wanna kiss me all over my tats (Uh, uh, uh, uh, I might let him, though)
I'm so fuckin' sexy, they attack (All these niggas on go)
Feeling myself 'cause I know that I'm that (Yeah, bitch, I'm cold)
Ridin' through St. Louis in a Scat (And I can't go slow)
Bust down middle part, and I got it black (I'm a big fine ho)
Walkin' through the club lookin' like a snack (But you knew that though)
[Refrain]
Get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh), get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh)
Get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh), get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop
[Verse 2]
Big Sexyy blood, love the hoes
Bounce that ass, touch them toes (Uh-huh)
Booty shorts, coochie swoll
Thong all up my booty hole
Niggas cheaters, they on go
Trust a nigga, that's a no
He can eat my coochie, though
Awesome Jawsome got me throwed
Little miss Sexyy walking down the street (Beep beep)
I don't know what to do 'cause the niggas after me (Yeah, yeah)
I'm so fuckin' sexy, yeah, my skin is glistening (Woo, woo, woo-woo)
Diamonds hittin' hard, niggas wanna join my team (Woo, woo, bling)
[Refrain]
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) Get it, Sexyy
(Uh, uh) Get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) Get it, Sexyy
(Uh, uh) Get it, Sexyy (Uh, uh)
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Get It Sexyy
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Skee-yee
(DJ Meech, lil' bitch)
Skee-yee
Skee-yee
Skee-yee
[Chorus]
If you see me and you tryna see what's up (Skee-yee)
He wanna fuck with me, then I'ma have him stuck (Skee-yee)
Bitch lookin' bad, and got a stupid butt (Skee-yee)
Jewelry on yo' wrist, fuck it, hold it up (Skee-yee)
When I holler, "Skee-yee" that mean pull up (Skee-yee)
Cars tinted five and they fast as fuck (Skee-yee)
I'm lookin' good when I'm hoppin' out that truck (Skee-yee)
Where the hood niggas at that get them bucks? (Skee-yee)
[Verse 1]
Benz clean, but we ridin' dirty (Yum)
Slidin' with your boo, yeah, that's my dirty (You know it)
My sister in the backseat with a .30 (Baow)
Niggas tryna shoot they shot, Stephen Curry (Swish)
Take a bitch nigga, show no mercy (Nope)
Do the pussy bitch dirty
She like "Sexyy, why you hurt me?" (I don't know)
Took him down off them Yerkys (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
When you with me, put that dick all up in my backside (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm a hood bitch sittin' courtside (I'm hood)
I'll show a pussy how this MAC ride
Lil' bitch, I'm from the Northside (Skee-yee)
[Verse 2]
B-b-bitch, it's Big Sexyy, I'm the chosen one (Bet)
I'll drop a bag on your head, I got a lot of funds
And, I got them shooters in the cut, they got a lot of guns (Grrah, boom)
Put my lil' nigga on yo' ass, he gon' blam somethin' (Bitch)
You know I swerve that Benz like a Nascar
I like Hellcats, skrrt off the lot, then make the engine fart (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Don't put yo' trust in me, pussy nigga, I'ma break yo' heart
Young turnt bitch, when I pull up, that's when the party start (Skee-yee)
In the booty club, standin' on the couch throwin' B's
Better respect me, bitch, my peoples in the cut with them things
Wafi got me icy, now, my chain hit like, "Blaow-bling"
In New York with my partners, we be jammin', nah'mean?
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SkeeYee
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
(Ear Drummers)
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)
Shake that ass, ho, shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, ho
[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for the hoes
Yeah, yeah, shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault, where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (Where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault, where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Yeah, shake that ass, ho (Bow, bow)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho
[Verse 1]
Twirl on the dick (Shake that ass, ho, yeah-yeah)
It ain't my fault that I fuck better than yo' bitch (It ain't my fault)
I'm so fuckin' sexy, you can't even fake it (You can't)
Got that nigga nuttin' and I think his ass was Haitian (It ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, bitch, make them hoes mad
Show me how you fuck her baby dad (Bow, bow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, shake that ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hate a lame bitch with class
[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for the hoes
Yeah, yeah, shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault, where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (Where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault, where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Yeah, shake that ass, ho (Bow, bow)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho
[Verse 2]
You like my voice? It turn you on? (Sexyy)
This ain't nothin', wait 'til you see it in a thong (Sexyy)
He ate my coochie and I cracked him to my song (Sexyy)
Bitches tryna hide they ratchet pussy, ho, we all grown (Dick me down)
I like a hood nigga that don't give a fuck
I threw it back on yo' nigga, he beat my coochie up (Wow)
I'm his favorite bitch, you a lame ho (Bow, bow)
I bounce that ass, make my knees touch them elbows
[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for the hoes
Yeah, yeah, shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault, where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (I'm lookin' for the hoes)
Shake that ass, ho (Where they at?)
Shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault)
Shake that ass, ho
Shake that ass, ho (It ain't my fault)
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Looking For The Hoes (Ain’t My Fault)
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad
I'm a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad (Sexyy)
Fuck my baby dad
[Chorus]
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
[Verse 1]
All that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad
Switch my hips when I walk, yeah, I know you like that (It's Sexyy)
My nigga fucked up, fuck my baby dad
I'm gettin' outside, I ain't in the house sad (No)
Called up my bitch, we finna go out (Yeah)
Where the niggas at? It's lookin' like a drought (Damn)
My mama got the kids, I'm gettin' out this house
All in the club bouncin' ass, showin' out (Northside)
Lip-gloss poppin', bitch, I'm show-stoppin' (Mwah)
Lookin' like a snack, baby daddy cock blockin' (Hatin'-ass nigga)
Turnt up to the max, I'm the trendin' topic
My nigga actin' up, so you know I'm finna pop it
[Chorus]
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
[Verse 2]
Slidin' in somethin' fast (Yoom), fuck it, do the dash
Weave down my back, nigga starin' at my ass (Sexyy)
Shittin' on these hoes, I love to make 'em mad (Ah-ah)
Any nigga I fuck with gon' run his mouth and brag (Goofy)
True Religion jeans, ass fat in them pants (Yeah)
"Get it, big Sexyy," every time I do my dance (Go Sexyy)
Niggas tryna flock, but I don't need a man
Stiletto heels on, cost a cool three bands (Bonkers)
I'm a fine baby mama, but you knew that though
Booty shorts on with a fat camel toe
I don't know why he playin', he know I got them hoes
Pretty in the face and this ass super swole (Juicy)
|
Bow Bow Bow (F My Baby Dad)
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
Saint Louis (Heavy On It)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
I'm out of town, thuggin' with my rounds
My coochie pink, my booty-hole brown
Where the niggas? I'm lookin' for the hoes
Quit playin', nigga, come suck a bitch toe
[Chorus]
Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out
Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out
[Verse 2]
(Uh, uh) I'm out here in Miami
Lookin' for the hoochie daddies (Where they at?)
Where the niggas that get ratchet? (Where they at?)
My son need a new pappy
Too many bitches, where the niggas at?
I'm tryna get my coochie scratched (Yeah)
I'm tryna get my coochie stretched (Yeah)
You know them dread heads do it the best (Oh, yeah)
I like a nigga with a check
All my niggas give me neck
You know I'm sexy, I'm the best (Sexyy)
I'm the shit, lil' bitch, I'm that (You know it)
I-I-I can't say his name 'cause he be cheatin' (I love you, baby)
Yeah, and I'm the reason
Ahahaha, niggas love a bad bitch (Yeah, yeah)
What Suki say? Nut on my tits (Sexyy)
[Chorus]
Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down (Haan)
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (Haan)
Pound town, just left pound town
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (Haan)
[Verse 3]
Ayy, yo, Red, my name is Pink, I made him go get that ink
Let him eat that pretty pussy, now he keep trying to link
I-I'm pimpin', pinky ring, his exes is rinky-dink
I'm 'bout to pop a thingy then sip on this drinky-drink
Get a grip, 'fore my bitches dip, nigga, where my tip?
I'ma flip like a hundred bricks, get back all my licks
I'm a bitch, I want fish and grits, throwin' hissy fits
I ain't talkin' about chicken when I jerk it with my tits (Oop)
I be twerkin' on that dick, plus, I'm slurpin' every drip
When I'm ridin', choke his neck, or missionary, doin' splits (Brr, ah)
[Bridge]
Hello
Girl, guess who baby daddy poppin' they bussy in my motherfuckin' DM's
Anyway, I'm out in Miami, ho
He like feet, suck on this camel toe
Eat the pound cake down
I'm waxed up, booty-hole waxed down
[Chorus]
Pound town, just left pound town (Wop, wop)
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down (Wop, wop)
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down (Haan)
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (Haan)
Pound town, just left pound town (Yeah)
With my nigga, he just took a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga dick a bitch down
Yeah, that nigga eat me out (Haan)
[Outro]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
|
Pound Town 2
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
(Young Rari)
Yoom, yoom
It's Sexyy
Yeah
Bad bitches, we like fast cars
We like niggas that sell drugs with fast cars (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus]
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars (Yoom)
[Verse 1]
Put the Benz in sport mode, nigga, I ain't no regular ho
I-I don't do insurance for my whips, this ain't Geico
Key my car, you want to, stupid bitch, yeah, I bite hoes
Diamonds bussin' through the tints and my car a light show
Drop-drop the top on the 'Rari, hope the wind don't snatch my wig
Bankroll Sexyy Red, bitch, you know I do it big
I be smokin' Zaza out the pack, you hoes be smokin' cigs
Been that bitch since I was in first grade, I put that on my kid
[Chorus]
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (Yoom)
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars
[Verse 2]
You drunk? You swervin', I'm Sexyy, so he nervous
Bussin' hooks with my nigga in a foreign, servin' (Yoom)
R-real bad bitch, ain't nothin' average, that's for certain
He used to can't handle Big Sexyy, but he learnin'
B-bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, ho, you lackin'
Pull up in somethin' fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets
D-drive the Hellcat with no license, I'm a savage
He used to fuck with lames now he fuckin' with the baddest (Sexyy)
[Chorus]
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me
Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak
Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave
Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed
Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park
Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch
Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart (Yeah)
Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars
[Outro]
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (Yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (Yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me (Yoom)
Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come and nut in me (Yoom, we out)
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Hellcats SRTs
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
Mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm
(DJ Meech, lil' bitch)
[Chorus]
Throw that ass, you know you a ho
Up and down that booty gon go (Baow, baow)
I’m twerkin' on your baby daddy, he finna lick my booty hole
I'm lookin’ sexy, I'm lookin' fine
No broke boys, can't waste my time
My thong showin', my booty pokin'
My pussy wet, I need a panty line
[Verse 1]
G-ghetto bitch, so you know it's wet (Sexyy)
I never heard that my coochie wack (It's the best)
I ride dick and I throw it back (On the West)
You wouldn’t even know what to do with that
I’m finna shake this ass (Uh) 'cause my bills is due (They is)
You know I got that good cat, this coochie ain’t loose (No)
He ate my ass in my Trackhawk 'cause Suki got that juice (Ooh)
I'm fuckin' Kayla man and I’m fuckin' KeKe's too (Pussy ass ho)
Hood bitch, I fuck like a pro (Ooh)
Nutted all in a opp nigga's throat (Uh-uh)
When I fuck a nigga, I fuck him on the low (Be quiet)
Lost my virginity and turned into a ho
My coochie juice in his dreads, that's why he smell like cat (Cat)
You can block my number, but he still gon' eat my ass (Eat my ass)
He just paid for my titties, that's why you bitches mad (Yeah)
I suck dick like a champion when he put the Perc' in my ass
[Chorus]
Throw that ass you know you a ho
Up and down that booty gon go (Baow, baow)
I'm twerkin' on your baby daddy, he finna lick my booty hole
I'm lookin' sexy, I'm lookin' fine
No broke boys, can't waste my time
My thong showin', my booty pokin'
My pussy wet, I need a panty line
[Post-Chorus]
Hood rats, they love them hood rats (They love them)
Hood rats, they love them hood rats (They love them)
Hellcat, fucked him in a Hellcat (I fucked him)
Hellcat, fucked him in a Hellcat (I fucked him)
[Verse 2]
My booty hole brown, my coochie pink
I ain't never heard that my coochie stink
My cum clear, your cum green
I'm throwin' ass, I'm makin' a scene (Sexyy)
Ratchet ho, but I feel like Kim Kardashian (Kim Kardashian)
My pussy good, that's why a bitch stay pregnant (Yeah)
I swallow nut, I really feel like a elephant (Like a)
Tell Joe Biden I wanna suck on the president
Real niggas love ratchet bitches
Y'all ain't killin' my mans, so I went and bought him switches (Grraw, baow)
We got matchin' Glocks with a .30
He finna beat this coochie up and do a bitch dirty (Uh, uh, uh)
Bitch, it's Friday, I want a Perky (A Perky)
Make my nigga mad just so he can merk me
[Post-Chorus]
Hood rats, they love them hood rats (They love them)
Hood rats, they love them hood rats (They love them)
Hellcat, fucked him in a Hellcat (I fuck him)
Hellcat, fucked him in a Hellcat
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Hood Rats
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Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
Pull up on me, drop that dick off (Sexyy)
(Jupyter) Yeah, pull up on me drop that dick off
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Uh, uh
[Chorus]
Lick-lick between my ass, suck on my clit
Beat-beat that coochie up like you mad at me, shit (Uh, uh)
And I can take that dick
Go on, stretch the coochie out like you mad at a bitch
Fuck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy (Bow, bow, bow)
Fuck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy
[Verse 1]
Dick deep, I can feel it in my liver
Ass up and my face in the pillow
Boosie fade, he a real coochie killer
My nigga dick big but this nigga dick bigger
I'll never snitch on my nigga
You fake ass hoes tryna get with my nigga
You see 'em with bad bitch, it don't get no bigger
I don't fuck with lame niggas, only big dick drillers
[Chorus]
Lick-lick between my ass, suck on my clit
Beat-beat that coochie up like you mad at me, shit (Uh, uh)
And I can take that dick
Go on, stretch the coochie out like you mad at a bitch
Fuck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy
Fuck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm Big Sexyy, I be sluttin' niggas out
Wake up in the mornin', put my coochie in his mouth
Br-bricks under the couch, Big Sexyy trap house
You ain't talkin' 'bout eatin' ass? You can bounce
I'm l-I'm lookin' for the freaks, lookin' for the freaks (Uhh)
Lookin' for the freaks, lookin' for the freaks (Uhh)
Where them niggas that slang that meat, niggas that slang that meat? (Raw)
Where them niggas that slang that meat, niggas that slang that meat? (Raw dog)
I like a nigga that carry heat, nigga that carry heat (Uhh)
I don't fuck with lame niggas 'cause that shit be weak
M-m-m-my nigga gotta keep a Glock
I-I-I-I'ma make this coochie pop
[Chorus]
Lick-lick between my ass, suck on my clit
Beat-beat that coochie up like you mad at me, shit (Uh, uh)
And I can take that dick
Go on, stretch the coochie out like you mad at a bitch
Fuck me like you mad at me, baby
I need a freak to drive me crazy
Fuck me like you mad at me, baby (Uh, uh)
I need a freak to drive me crazy
[Outro]
Bow, bow, bow, bow
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Mad At Me
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Sexyy Red
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[Intro]
Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt
Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt
Uh, yeah (Uh)
It's Sexyy (Yoom, yeah)
(Kat Lightning made it, ya' dig?)
[Chorus]
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Shake 'em)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Yeah)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Wop)
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Yeah)
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Ah, ah)
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Bust yo' head, bust yo' hеad, bust yo' head
[Verse 1]
T-Turnt up off of this jigga (X), I'm bumpin' into niggas (Watch out)
I-I don't fuck with suckers, all my bitches bе some hitters (Bow, bow)
I like fuckin' with drillers, d-dread-head killers (Grrah, bow)
You a lame nigga, then I can't fuck with ya (No)
Lil' bitch watch my shows, 'cause you don't want no beef
I-I don't fuck with bitches a-and they can't fuck with me (Sexyy)
I-I ain't one of these hoes that y'all think be industry
Bitch, I'm from the North Side (North Side), I still be in the streets
Lil' girl, don't even speak, yo' outfit hella weak
Lo-Look better than yo' bitch, I can tell her coochie stink (Uh)
A-All my opps be broke, I got more money than a Brinks (Buckles)
I know I'm the shit and I don't give a fuck what you think (Sexyy)
[Chorus]
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Shake 'em)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Yeah)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Ho', skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Ho')
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Ah, ah, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head
[Verse 2]
All black stunner shades, you the worker, you the maid (You lost)
Remember when I was broke, now just like Ace, nigga, I'm paid (Big boss)
No money, that's a shame, this life shit ain't no game
Can't never catch me lackin', nah, bitch, I keep that thang (Grrow, bow)
You ain't gang, you ain't gang, you ain't gang (Wop)
You a stain, you a stain, you a stain (Yeah)
Fuck this fame, fuck this fame, fuck this fame (Fuck it)
I bust yo' brain, bust yo' brain, bust yo' brain (Ah, ah)
Fuck the opps, fuck the opps, fuck the opps (Fuck 'em)
You the cops, you the cops, you the cops (Wop, wop)
Gimme top, gimme top, gimme top (Ew)
Bitch, I'm hot, bitch, I'm hot, bitch, I'm hot (Sexyy)
[Chorus]
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Shake 'em)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Yeah, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads, shake yo' dreads
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Ho')
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrr—)
Bust yo' head, bust yo' head, bust yo' head (Yoom)
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Shake Yo Dreads
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Sexyy Red
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[Chorus]
I was rollin' somethin' fat (Who you with?)
Bitch, my nigga (On Bloods)
A couple zips, two cups of lean, and his nickel
I just be chillin' 'cause my baby, he a whipper (Skrrt, skrrt)
And its fuck 12 'cause both of us illegal
I ain't got no fuckin' license in this rental
I ain't finna throw our shit up out this window (Give me that)
We gon' lead them on a chase right down Good Fellow (Fuck 12)
Don't hit them cherries 'cause my baby, he a stepper (Go to hell)
[Verse]
That nigga put the fuckin' pedal to the metal (Vroom)
I think this lil' nigga deserve to win a medal (That's my nigga)
I even seen this nigga do it in bad weather (He so dangerous)
'Cause he done got up out those jams, I'm tryna tell you (Out that shit)
'Cause we done got into some shit, can't even tell you (We out here)
Steady takin' risks, you sexy devil (Damn)
At first I was wet, but pussy gettin' wetter
Don't play about his bitch, my nigga, he a stretcher
Ain't no need to pray to God, He ain't gon' bless you
This nickel put some fuckin' nickel in your vessels
Your people's at the store, buyin' up all the tissue
Your slingshot versus this nickel
Don't try to play him 'cause his bitch, yeah, she gon' press you (Stupid bitch)
Don't start no shit, 'cause me and baby apply pressure (Bitch, it's lit)
When we be fuckin' it's like dancin' with the devil
[Refrain]
Off the tens, we be fuckin' for forever
Off the tens, we be fuckin' for forever
Off the tens, we be fuckin' for forever
Off the tens, we be fuckin' for forever
Off the tens, we be fuckin' for forever
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I Love My Nickel
|
Sexyy Red
|
[Refrain]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad (DJ Meech, lil' bitch)
I’m a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad (Sexyy)
Fuck my baby dad
[Chorus]
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That’s that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
[Verse 1]
All that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad
Switch my hips when I walk, yeah, I know you like that (It's Sexyy)
My nigga fucked up, fuck my baby dad
I'm gettin' outside, I ain't in the house sad (No)
Called up my bitch, we finna go out (Yeah)
Where the niggas at? It's lookin' like a drought (Damn)
My mama got the kids, I'm gettin’ out this house
All in the club bouncin’ ass, showin' out (Northside)
Lip-gloss poppin’, bitch, I'm show-stoppin' (Mwah)
Lookin' like a snack, baby daddy cock-blockin’ (Hatin' ass nigga)
Turnt up to the max, I'm the trendin' topic
My nigga actin' up, so you know I'm finna pop it
[Chorus]
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at thеm booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks (Sos', baby)
[Verse 2]
Baby want a bag, bought a gift bag
They call mе Sosa Santa, don't get gift-wrapped
Hop off the jet with the bag, that's why I'm jet-lagged
Bae, you know Chief So' your daddy, come and ground your bitch ass
I told bae, "You leave me, I'm puttin' a round in your ass
Kill your ass dead and throw a gown on your ass"
Put some money on your head, I put some count on your ass
Pull up with a body bag, but it got pounds in the bag
[Refrain]
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
She a dusty-ass bitch, bitch be broke all summer
Ayy, that bitch be broke all summer
[Verse 3]
Dirty bitch be tryna take what a nigga work for
I done been through some shit, man, that shit don't hurt, ho
In the back of the Maybach, so I keep the curtains low
I ain't got shit for you, dirty bitch, I'm broke, ho
Tryna get revenge by suckin' dick, bitch, you're cutthroat
I'm with three Powerpuff Girls, Mojo Jojo
She like, "That's three hundred K, nigga, how you broke though?"
I don't pay bitches, bitch, that is not my mojo
Chief So' been goin' out, bitch, I'm in go mode
I just bought another Lamborghini 'cause it go more
Baby, make that ass shake, I wanna see it slow-mo
Say you want this shit to last, nigga, take a photo
Damn, that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad
I think my favorite thing to do is make my Spanish bitch mad
She be cussin' a nigga out, I be like, "Damn, this bitch bad"
Yeah, I got one up in the head, but I be done stabbed your bitch ass
Sneak dissin' Sosa over, bitch, go grab your bitch ass
You fuckin' broke-ass nigga, I don't wanna be around your bitch ass
Think you Casper, gang gon' pull up, come and find your bitch ass
Where your mama? I'm your fuckin' daddy, ground your bitch ass
[Refrain]
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
She a dusty-ass bitch, she have a baby every summer
Ayy, she got a baby every summer
Bitch, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, you can fuck my baby mama
She a fine-ass bitch, but she ugly deep under
Yeah, that bitch ugly deep under
[Verse 4]
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, that's that booty meat
She just wanna eat me, look up and see jewelry
Mama say I got enough children, she need to neuter me
Mama say don't trust that bitch, she might end up shootin' me
Mama say don't trust that bitch, she might slap me in my sleep
Baby always need somethin', let me tell you what I need
Let me get behind and hit it 'til I hit my knee
Bitch, this death row, if you leave, then it's R.I.P.
[Refrain]
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
She a dusty-ass bitch, dusty-ass ho
Do you love that bitch? Nigga, hell no
[Verse 5]
Nah, nigga, I really meant yeah, no
My dick look like a neck on giraffe, ho
Arm and leg on my wrist, smokin' elbow
I got car stripes and stripes like shell toes
That ain't no real AP, that cost a damn 'bow
I should take seven million, buy a damn boat
I thought you said you was broke? I'm like, "And, ho?"
I don't shoot clubs up no more, ran out of ammo
[Chorus]
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
[Refrain]
Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad
I'm a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad
Fuck my baby dad
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Bow Bow Bow (F My Baby Mama)
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Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
It's Sexyy
[Chorus]
Boy, my name Sexyy Red, you know what to do
And I see you lookin', bae, I'm tryna leave with you
Tattoos on his body and his vibe seem cool
I'm lookin' for an eater, baby, I'ma tell the truth
Jump all in this coochie like you jumpin' off the roof
Fuckin' like a dog, man, I damn near broke a tooth
Freaky-ass bitch, I'll fuck you in the booth
Kissin' on my neck, get my coochie wetter too
[Verse 1]
Knock it out the frame, baby, beat my screws loose
I'ma do my shit, I won't leave his balls blue (Nope)
Me and him can't wait, the nigga cracked me out my shoes
Damn, his ass a dog, wanna go for round two (Sheesh)
Lеt me twist your hair, daddy, sit between my legs (Comе here)
Smokin' on this blunt while this eater give me head
If you do your shit, then I'ma make sure that you fed
But when we get into it, I be pullin' on his dreads
Yeah, I like it rough, let's turn up and break some beds
Sexy outfit 'cause that's just the way I play it
Smell real good 'cause I'm grown and I don't play that (No)
Me and him so cool like I known him from way back
[Chorus]
Boy, my name Sexyy Red, you know what to do (Yeah)
And I see you lookin', bae, I'm tryna leave with you (Uh)
Tattoos on his body and his vibe seem cool
I'm lookin' for an eater, baby, I'ma tell the truth (Okay)
Jump all in this coochie like you jumpin' off the roof (Uh)
Fuckin' like a dog, man, I damn near broke a tooth (Damn)
Freaky-ass bitch, I'll fuck you in the booth
Kissin' on my neck, get my coochie wetter too (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
When he in the coochie, he say I'm his favorite lady
Fuck me like you love me, I might have all of your babies
If I really like you, then I'll start acting crazy
I'm cummin' down his leg and it's warm like some gravy (It's Sexyy)
You know what I'm 'bout and I ain't lookin' for no rookies (No)
Where you wanna put it? In my ass or my— (Uh)
If we locked in, then you get that ushy-gushy (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
After we do our shit, smoke a blunt and bake some cookies
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U Kno What To Do (UKWTD)
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Sexyy Red
|
[Intro]
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
[Verse 1]
Toes white, pussy tight (Damn)
I'm all these niggas' type
Brown skin, tatted up
Bad bitch, don't give no fuck (No)
Mrs. Take Your Man AKA I Steal Your Boo
Wonder why that nigga fuck with me? Bitch, 'cause I'm the truth
He said, "Damn, Sexyy Red, you sure are a sight to see" (Yeah)
Tell your baby daddy you ain't comin' home 'cause you with me
All my hoes be hella sexy and you know I stay on fleek
He was thirsty for the ****, so I gave him somethin' to eat (Okay)
Droptop in your city, sign a bitch titties (What else?)
Dirty hoes mad, ass fat and I'm pretty (For real)
Real street bitch, I know thеse hoes ain't fuckin' with me (Yеah)
Go Sexyy, go Sexyy, go Sexyy, go Sexyy
[Pre-Chorus]
Sexyy in this bitch, you hoes tighten up (Yeah)
What you wanna do? 'Cause I don't give a fuck (I don't)
Bitch, if it's some beef, let me know, shit, what's up?
All that talkin' on the net, that's gon' get your head bust
[Chorus]
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (Been that bitch)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (You knew that shit)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (I been that bitch)
You know I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit (You knew that shit)
[Post-Chorus]
All this ice on my wrist, you know I'm the shit (Like blaow)
Look how my chain hit, you know I'm the shit (Oh, wow)
Just got some new titties, you know I'm the shit (Damn)
I be lookin' real pretty, you know I'm the shit (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Just got my nails done and I'm lookin' too good
If you run up on me, I'ma put you in this 'Wood (I'm the shit)
You don't want smoke, you don't wanna get into it (I'm the shit)
I'ma keep doin' me like a bad bitch should (I'm the shit)
I ain't hard to find, I'm probably ridin' in somethin' red (Duh)
My nigga caught a body, then he went and cut his dreads (Yeah)
Bitch, you ain't tough, I'll slap you in the head (Ho)
How you sleepin' on me? You ain't even got a bed (You're broke)
[Pre-Chorus]
Sexyy in this bitch, you hoes tighten up
What you wanna do? 'Cause I don't give a fuck
Bitch, if it's some beef, let me know, shit, what's up?
All that talkin' on the net, that's gon' get your head bust
[Outro]
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe, baow)
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I’m The Shit
|
Sexyy Red
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