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[Intro]
(Young Money)
(Yeah, four)
(Ahem)
[Verse 1]
I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga"
I already know that life is deep, but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less
I'm in Hell's Kitchen with an apron and a hairnet
Devil on my shoulder, the Lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale I'm weighin' sins and forgiveness
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well, just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I'm danglin' my feet
I tried to pay attention, but attention paid me
Haters can't see me, nose-bleed seats
And today I went shoppin' and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drum set
I been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split
[Chorus]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real"
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel"
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't, uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will, she will, she will, uh
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will (Uh)
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will
(Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I tell her, "Now go and pop that pussy for me"
Haters can't see me, but them bitches still lookin' for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I'm all about I, give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her 'til she cry, call that whine 'n' dine
Try to check me and I'ma have 'em checkin' pulses
They say, "Choose wisely," that's why I was chosen
Rockin' like asphalt, it's the cash fault
Looked in the face of Death and took its mask off
Now, I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face south and her ass north
But I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split (Aha)
[Chorus]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real"
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel"
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won't, uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will, she will, she will, uh
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will (Uh)
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will
Ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy
Woo, yeah
[Outro]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real" (Alright, well alright, well alright, uh)
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel" (Feelin' like the sky is opening, and I am entering, yeah)
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal (Uh, feelin' like like the world is falling and I am rising, alright, well alright, well alright, woo)
And she bad, so maybe she won't, uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will, yeah (Carter IV, baby, alright, well alright, well alright, uh, Tunechi)
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will, yeah (Alright, well alright, well alright)
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will, she will, she will (Uh, alright, well alright, well alright, uh, you know she will)
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will (Alright, well alright, well alright, and she did)
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now, she will, she will, she will (Yes, she did, I am CMB)
(I think I love her)
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She Will
|
Lil Wayne
|
[Intro]
Haha
Uh-huh
No homo (Young Mula, baby!)
I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper
Remix, baby!
[Verse 1]
Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton
She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top
That hit the spot
'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop?
Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze
Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese"
Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay"
I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait
This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt
But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else
I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself
I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt
Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt
Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt
Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help
We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh!
You know what it is when we out of town
We balling too serious, and you out of bounds
So come here, baby girl
You're now fucking with the best in the world
[Break]
Lollipop
The best in the world
Sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop
World, world
She— she lick me like a lollipop
[Chorus]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug
Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club)
Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna)
You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!)
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps
[Verse 2]
Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper
And she gonna lick the rapper
And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor
I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture"
I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard"
I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker
Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes
I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo!
Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate
Your girl want to participate
She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain
And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain
And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang
Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison
If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment
Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment
Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix!
[Chorus]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!)
Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!)
Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna)
You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!)
You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps
[Verse 3]
Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie
In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building
I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit
'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit
I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go
And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo
I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck
iPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex
Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex
'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text
Haha! So wrap it up!
Bu-bu-but he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper
[Chorus]
Shawty want a thug
Bottles in the club, club, club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!)
[Outro]
Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)
She— she lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop)
Sh-sh-sh-she lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)
She— she lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)
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Lollipop (Remix)
|
Lil Wayne
|
[Intro]
Yeah
C5
[Chorus]
Don't cry (Oh), don’t go
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, woah
[Verse 1]
Why y’all staring into the clouds
Am I rising or they comin' down?
I see death around the corner
And the U-turn sign's lookin' like a smile
What do I do now? Who gon' find me, how?
Nowhere to turn but around and round
Just another nigga that done lost his head
No, a fucking king that forgot his crown
I am not number one, it's true
I'm number 9-27-82
Color blind even if I may be blue
A lot on my plate, ain't my favorite food
But I’m hungry, so hungry
Need my family tree next to a money tree
With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden
With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me
I sip from the Fountain of Youth
So if I die young, blame the juice
Bury me in New Orleans
Tombstone reads, "Don’t cry, stay tuned"
Bring me back to life
Got to lose a life just to have a life
But if heaven's as good as advertised
I want a triple extension on my motherfuckin’ afterlife
Rest in paradise
[Chorus]
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry), don’t go (Why, oh why?)
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, woah
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie (Don't cry, don't cry)
I fuckin' love you, woah (Don't cry, don't cry)
[Verse 2]
Talent is God-given, be grateful
Fame is not a given, be humble
And conceit is self-driven, drive carefully
Stay in your own lane, seat buckled
And sometimes when there is no music
We toot our own horns, rum-bum-bum-bum
That woman carried the future
And Tunechi was born like, "Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun"
Don't call it a comeback
It was dark, now the sun back
Hit me hard, but I punched back
The wheels fell off, I rode the hubcap
Is it suicide or it's do or die?
It's newer days and it's bluer skies
I told myself, "It's just you and I"
Then the breeze came and it blew my mind
Lord knows who I'm there for
I give my last breath of air for
Mama tell me to be careful
Voice in my head give me an earful
But I got mind control over my control
I lost control but knew I'd find control
I let God control what I cannot control
Can't control the tears, let 'em drop and roll (Let 'em drop and roll)
[Chorus]
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie (Don't cry), I fuckin' love you, woah
(Triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife, rest in paradise)
Don't cry (Don't cry, don't cry)
Don't go (Why, oh why, oh why?)
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, woah (Don't cry)
[Outro]
Don't cry, stay tuned
And triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife
Rest in paradise
|
Don’t Cry
|
Lil Wayne
|
[Produced by Kane Beatz]
[Intro]
Kane is in the building
[Verse 1]
Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole
I'm with Marley G's bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
My real friends never hearing from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars, I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in two's
And these days all the girls are down to roll
I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
And I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse 2]
Meet me on the fresh train
Yes I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jessie James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
[Verse 3]
How do you say what's never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg
Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade
Ball on automatic start
I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in apartments
Uh, now come on be my blood donor
Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at
Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that
Nigga, nothing short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
[Chorus]
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
|
Right Above It
|
Lil Wayne
|
[Intro]
Yeah, I put my shades on
[Verse 1]
I live it up like these are my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ugh, gunpowder in my hourglass
Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag
Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters
But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
They say we learn from mistakes; why, that's why they mistake me
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the lines
Cause life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but fuck it, nevermind
I've been gone too long, true or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home, yeah
[Chorus]
And I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin'
I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga
I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin'
I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga
[Verse 2]
Stunna, I got 'em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullshit out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but fuck it get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young Money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at 'em
I'm a bad motherfucker cause the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man, when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum
Yea, big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherfuckers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
Eastside, MOB Piru Damu
[Hook]
I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin'
I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga
[Verse 3]
Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they fucking took her
You can look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, cause shit I like surprises
Why that, why this, why you on that why shit?
Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM
Beach bum, call me Ocean Drive Slim
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young Mula, skinnies and some Supras
Belly of the beast 'til it puke us, motherfucker
[Hook]
I'm a blunt-blowin', Polo-drawers-showin'
I-don't-give-a-lovely-motherfuck-ass-nigga
With my money growing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pass for me to bust yo ass, nigga
[Outro]
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home
It's Young Mula, baby
|
Blunt Blowin’
|
Lil Wayne
|
[Intro]
(Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy
Weezy, Weezy, Weezy, Weezy)
I see, thank you man, thank you
Y'all know his name
Ayo, Mack, let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5, Wayne time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Let me see your shoulders work
I mean, I don't know what y'all came here to do, but, uh
If you ain't got a lighter, what the fuck you smoking for?
We hot! (Haaa)
[Chorus]
What the fuck, though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
[Verse 1]
You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat
You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine in the rough, ho
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It's a shit show, put you front row
Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over bitches, and above hoes
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the fuck for?
I sleep with the gun, and she don't snore
What the fuck, yo? Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go
If she's iffy, there the drugs go
If she sip lean, double-cup toast
I got a duffle full of hundos
There the love go, where's the uproar?
[Chorus]
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
[Verse 2]
Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, woah
Puff, puff, bro; I don't huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
"Knock, knock!" "Who's there?" is how it won't go
This the jungle, so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro
We grow up fast, we roll up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down like you dun know
Put the green in the bag like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow (Woo!)
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Donald
What the fuck, bro? Where the love go? (Oh!)
Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross (Goddamn!)
Just look up, bro, there the Scuds go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? (Talk to 'em, Weezy!)
Hmm, to the unknown
Only way he comin' back is through his unborns
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?
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Uproar
|
Lil Wayne
|
[Verse 1]
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain, days are the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind
And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller and I get bigger
Tryna get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on, ma'fucker
‘Cause all this bullshit just made me strong, ma'fucker
[Chorus]
So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone
[Verse 2]
Uh
I know what they don't wanna tell you
Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof
I, I walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off
Huh, my word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise
Served to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside
[Chorus]
So I could pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Haha, yeah
Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone
I'm gone
[Bridge]
It hurts, but I never show
This pain you'll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've become
My back's against the wall
When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: "Fuck 'em all!"
[Verse 3]
Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in, this roof is cavin' in
Oops, time to raise it then
Your days are numbered like pages in
My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy
This crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook
And scared to look in my eyes
I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time
And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt-fucked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
Fuck this fame, that ain't what
I came to claim, but the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear, one way or another, I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it
I swear to God, won't spare the rod
I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod
Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie
Permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die!
My head is swole, my confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal
I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk
You're trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog
I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'—
[Chorus]
Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone
I'm gone
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Drop the World
|
Lil Wayne
|
[Chorus]
You can look me in my face
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
See the sh-rooms keep me up
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries
[Verse 1]
Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be diggin' me I feel buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear’ll have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleep
All these bitches think they’re the shit, I’ll send them up Schitt’s creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It's okay if you turn up just don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it
B’s up, Blood Gang; Piru it, and all rats gotta die even Stuart
On my private jet and my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry
I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries
Tunechi
[Chorus]
You can look me in my face
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
See the sh-rooms keep me up
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there, redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there, we ain't got no worries
[Verse 2]
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?"
She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you tryna be funny!"
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar
That camel toe, that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch, it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit'd be a long story
YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, I'M UP, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY!
[Chorus]
You can look me in my face
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
See the sh-rooms keep me up
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
(I ain't got no worries)
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there
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No Worries
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Lil Wayne
|
[Intro]
Cut the music up
A little louder, yeah
[Chorus]
You had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love, mm
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in a corner, tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, mm
For a second you were here (Hey), now you over there (Hey, hey)
It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body
Like you never had a love (Ayy), never had a love (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
When you was just a youngin, your looks were so precious
But now you're grown up, so fly, it's like a blessin'
But you can't have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself, so when you got older
It seems like you came back ten times over
Now you're sittin' here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder
[Chorus]
See you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love, mm
See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner, tryna put it together
How to love, ah, how to love, mm
For a second you were here (Hey), now you over there (Hey)
It's hard not to stare the way you're moving your body (Hey)
Like you never had a love (Ayy), uh, had a love (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Oh, and you had a lot of dreams that transform to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn't your fault, wasn't in your intentions
To be the one here talking to me, be the one listenin', but
But I admire your poppin' bottles and dippin'
Just as much as you admire bartendin' and strippin', baby
So don't be mad, nobody else trippin'
You seen a lot of crooks and them crooks still crook
[Chorus]
You see, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love, mm
See, you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner, tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, oh
[Bridge]
See, I just want you to know
That you deserve the best, you're beautiful (Ayy)
You're beautiful (Ayy), yeah
And I want you to know
You're far from the usual (Ayy), far from the usual (Ayy)
[Chorus]
You see, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love, mm
See, you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner, tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, mm
See, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out
How to love, how to love, yeah
See, you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner, tryna put it together
How to love, how to love, mm
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How to Love
|
Lil Wayne
|
[Intro]
"Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy"
[Verse 1]
.44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh
[Chorus]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 2]
Big black nigga in a icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop
Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish
I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss)
In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha)
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time
Drop palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah)
Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
[Chorus]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
[Verse 3]
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You fucking with a nigga who won't give a fuck
Empty the clip then roll the window up
Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh
[Verse 4]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah)
Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang"
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah)
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah)
Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah)
If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga)
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah)
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up
[Outro]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah
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John
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Lil Wayne
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[Produced by Jim Jonsin & Deezle]
[Intro]
Oww! Hahahaha
Uh-huh
No homo (Young Mula, baby)
I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper"
(Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!)
So I let her lick the rapper (Hahaha!)
[Refrain]
She-She-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah)
She— She licked me like a lollipop, l-lollipop (Yeah)
Sh-Sh-She licked me like a lollipop (Yeah)
She— She licked me like a lollipop, lollipop
[Chorus]
Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bottles in the club (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty wanna hump (Yeah)
You know I like to touch (Yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (She lick me like a lollipop)
Shawty wanna thug, thug, thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club, club, club (I like that, hahaha)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (C'mon, yeah!)
[Verse 1]
Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine (Yeah)
She even wear her hair down her back like mine (Yeah)
I make her feel right when it's wrong, like lying (Yeah)
Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (Yeah)
But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers (Go!)
That pussy in my mouth, had me lost for words (Go!)
So I told her back it up like, "urp— urp—" (Yeah)
And I made that ass jump like, "jermp— jermp—" (Hahaha! Yeah!)
And that's when she...
[Refrain]
She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that)
She— She lick me like a lollipop (Oh yeah, I like that)
She-She-She lick me like a lollipop (Yeah, I like that)
She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lil' mama!)
[Chorus]
Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!)
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (Yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah, shawty wanna)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (I like that)
You know I like to touch (I like that! Haha!)
Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Okay (Yeah), after you back it up, don't stop (Drop it!)
Drop it, shawty (Yeah) drop it like it's hot
Ooh, drop— dr-dr-dr— drop it like it's hot (Yeah)
Do-Do-Do— Do it, shawty, don't stop (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit (Yeah)
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this (Yeah)
Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit (Yeah)
But, shawty, I'ma hit it, hit it, like I can't miss
And he can't do this (Ugh), and he don't do that (Ugh)
Shawty need a refund (Yeah), need to bring that nigga back (Ugh)
Just like a refund (Ugh), I make her bring that ass back (Ugh, ugh)
And she bring that ass back, because I like that (Ugh, ugh)
[Chorus]
Shawty want a thug (Yeah, yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club (Yeah, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump (Yeah, I like that)
You know I like to touch (Yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps (Yeah)
[Refrain]
Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop
I said, shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop
Shawty wanna lick me... Like a lollipop
(So I let her lick the rapper) She— She lick me like a lollipop
[Chorus]
Shawty want a thug (Shawty want a thug)
Bottles in the club (Bottles in the club)
Shawty wan' hump (Shawty wan' hump)
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps (Hahaha)
Stat!
[Bridge]
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!)
Call— Ca-Call me, s— so I can get it juicy for you (Go!)
Call— Ca-Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (Go!)
Call— Call me, s-s-so I can get it juicy for you
Call— Call me, so I can make it juicy for you (I said, hmm, mmm)
Call— Ca-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you (Hmm, mmm)
Call me, so— so I can make it juicy for you (Mmm, mmm)
Call— Call me, so-so-so I can get it juicy for you (Mm-hm)
[Chorus]
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club, club, club (Yeah, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps
I say, shawty want a thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (Yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps
[Verse 3]
I get her on top (Yeah), she drop it like it's hot (Yeah)
And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham (Ha)
The middle of the bed (Yeah), giving, gettin' head (Yuh)
Givin', gettin' head (Huh), givin', gettin' head (Haha)
I said hmm, mmm (I like that)
Said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that)
I said hmm, mmm, mmm (Yeah, I like that)
Mm-hm
[Bridge]
Say, call me, so I can come and do it for you
Call me, so I can come and prove it for you
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
Call me, so I can get it juicy for you
[Refrain]
Shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop (Haha!)
She— She lick me like a lollipop, l-lollipop
I said he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper
She-She-She lick me like a lollipop
(What you do?) So I let her lick the rapper
She— She lick me like a lollipop
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Lollipop
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Lil Wayne
|
[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa]
[Intro]
Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf' did this
This right here is crazy
Yeah, I, I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight
You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that
Like colossal
Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs)
I heard you were lookin' for me
[Chorus]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello)
Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (I know, haha)
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello)
Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (Hahahah)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, to you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Church!" I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof so I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do?
But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you
'Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O, and even U
Man, I got summer hatin' on me 'cause I'm hotter than the sun
Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason
[Chorus]
Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world and I'm back again!
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!)
Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again!
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch
While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush 'em and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?"
'Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call 'em April babies, 'cause they fools
And when they snooze, we up!
Feet up, like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove
Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe"
I know my role and I play it well
And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there
Long hair, don't even care
[Chorus]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin')
Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah)
[Verse 3]
I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder
Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielagos
I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses
Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow
Even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy I just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right: plural
I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young!
[Verse 4]
It's my go, yeah… And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage
Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro
I know, I ride slow, and when I pass
They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy, Baby!
[Chorus]
Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (Haha)
Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy)
They've been wondering why (Baby!)
Hey, Mr. Carter (Hahaha)
Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin')
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Hustlin' hard)
They've been wondering why (Chyeah!)
Hey, Mr. Carter
Tell me, where have you been?
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why
[Outro]
And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth
It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt
Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve
At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve
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Mr. Carter
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Lil Wayne
|
[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy (yeah)
Hey (yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Valentino) Woo woo woo! (yeah, yeah) yeah yeah yeah
(Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (yeah) yeah yeah yeah
(Yeah) Woo woo woo! Yeah yeah yeah
(Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (Bobby Valentino)
[Chorus]
When I get up all in ya (yeah)
We can hear the angels calling us (chyeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (yeah)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
(Deezle on the beat) I make it say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (haha)
I make ya say
[Verse 1]
Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop, haha
She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha
Cause her uniform fit her so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights
She said I have the right, to remain silent
Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren
Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah
And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss
And she know I get high, a-bove the law
And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets
And all she want me to do is fuck the police
Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee)
Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah
[Chorus]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us (yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (umm)
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hey) I'll make ya say
[Verse 2]
Haha, and after we got done
I said "Lady, what's your number?" She said "911"
Hah, emergency only
Head doctor perform surgery on me
Yeah, and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels
Then I beat it like a cop
Rodney King, baby, yeah I beat it like a cop
Hahah! Beat it like a cop
Rodney King baby said "Beat it like a cop"
But I ain't tryna be violent
But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless
Mrs. Officer
I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh?
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Like a cop car
[Chorus]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say
[Verse 3]
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big, you thought I told, "Pull it over"
She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover
Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car
Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off
All you heard over the dispatcher is...
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee)
(Wee-ooh-wee-ooh wee)
[Chorus]
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say
[Bridge]
Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key
Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift
Cause it's on tonight
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head
And I can't wait to get it on
I wanna do it all night long, Mrs. Officer
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Mrs. Officer
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Lil Wayne
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[Intro]
"If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be"
"You tatted your face—"
Bugatti, new boo
"You screamed, 'Suu whoop'—"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
"You bought a Bugatti—", so you can flex
"And most of the bad bitches your ex"
[Verse 1]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, new subject, new paper, new class, new school
New buddies, new haters, new ass, new boobs, much later, too soon, too bad, too cool
Too hot, too lit, too high to move, two eyes to view but too blind to bloom
Who lied to you? Two middle fingers that's up high to whom it may consume
Kaboom, goddamn, who knew that I am the guru with voodoo that sued you to high hell
With shooters that shoot through the iron, man, and see through the con man and now he a dyin' man
I turned a goddamn into a God's Plan go over the diagram and get to the job, man
Watch for the spy cam, sit back and watch, and do not watch your watch hand, give me some time, man
I am the bomb, man, I am gon' swim 'til I come out on dry land or on the fryin' pan
No, we did not land on Plymouth Rock, but it landed on our land, now I'm just buyin' land
Back to the block where they got more rock fans than a fuckin' rock band under a rock, man
We need Barack, man, I do what I can to keep it solid as a-- you know what I'm sayin'
With some rock playin'
[Chorus]
"You tatted your face and changed the culture" (You changed)
"You screamed, 'Suu whoop,' and them gangsters loved you" (Yeah, yeah)
"You bought a Bugatti so you could flex" (So you can flex)
"And most of the bad bitches your ex"
[Verse 2]
I started this shit, you just part of this shit, I'm the heart of this shit, and the heart doesn't skip
Take the heart of yo' bitch, 'cause like Bart, you a simp, and your water don't drip so your garden ain't shit
You just countin' the money, I'm drownin' in money, like, "Where the fuck is the lifeguard in this bitch?"
I go Mars in this bitch, watch me orbit and shit, for the art of this shit, Andy Warhol and shit
Go retarded as shit, you go sweet, tangy, I go tart on this shit, I'ma barf on this shit
I'm a martian and shit, you an orphan, lil' bitch, if I taught you some shit, that's like Harvard, lil' bitch
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit but you softer than shit, walk it like you talk it, now you walkin' in shit
I go Marvel movie on some marvelous shit, in the spotlight too long, should be darker than this
This is Tha Carter, lil' bitch
[Verse 3]
I started this shit, they borrowed this shit, I thought of this shit, they thought it was it
I'm doggin' this shit, they bark and they sit, put a fork in that shit, which drawer to look in?
I brought in this shit, the starters get benched, the orders get sent, then targets get hit
Billion dollar smile, I sell myself short if I grin, I'm bargainin' then
Apartments and shit, I could park in this shit in the foreign car that I could talk to and shit
With a cultural bitch I can talk to and shit 'bout the culture and shit, how I altered this shit
[Bridge]
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
All of that shit, just Tha Carter, lil' bitch
You changed, suu whoop (You tatted your face)
Bugatti, new boo ("You screamed, 'Suu whoop'—")
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tunechi
("If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be")
[Outro]
They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow
But our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne
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Dedicate
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Lil Wayne
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[Chorus]
(Fly) Let it fly
Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can't decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I...
[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Word to Moneybagg, I keep it comin' in (Woo, woo)
By the way we work, you think I had a twin (Twin)
I'm tryna run the game, it ain't no subbin' in (Naw)
You can't phase me, slidin' from a dangerous life (It's lit)
Always down to ball, I'm tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through the entertainment lights
The way it go down we takin' fours and keepin' doors tight, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We at the top, end of discussion (Discussion)
They mixin' alcohol and that 'tussin (Ooh)
The demon in their eyes and they clutchin' (Scared)
I feed 'em Adderall and they bussin', yeah (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
I kept the towel, not throwin' in, I'm ridin' 'round in my ends
I got a driver for the Bent' to drive me 'round when I'm bent
I keep some pussy just to lick to help me out when I vent
She wanna hit that shit again, nah (Brr-brr)
(Brr-brr) That's the phone call, when my blood ring
It's Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (Thugs)
[Chorus]
Let it fly (Brr, fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky (Brr-brr)
Hotter than the weather in July (Brr-brr)
I done did so much I can't decide (It's lit)
Word, word to my guys (Yeah)
She just get so wet, I slip and slide (Splash)
Had to get it back to give 'em five
I, I, I...
[Verse 2]
It's alive, it's alive, I'm revived
It's C5, been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise, it is advised to be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and mine, and keep in mind that we don't mind
Losin' our minds, free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon' be like, "Never mind"
What's on your mind? Put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mind freak, no sober mind, I'm so behind
But front line, you crossed the line, and you better know your lines
And if you gettin' out of line, I hang you with a clothin' line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lyin', it's a thin line, and I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that's a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars, extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, 'til you no more next in line
Yeah, Tunechi-Tune a lunatic, my goonie-goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you roomin' with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one, I'm too equipped
Talkin' 'bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Tryin' not to get pinched, smokin' on a stupid stench
Lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy, that's my hooligan (It's lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch
[Outro]
C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it fly
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Let It Fly
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Lil Wayne
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[Verse 1]
Uh, my mind's filled with minefields
The ashes fall, the wine spills
The world stops, drops and rolls
It's Judgement Day or a fire drill
Yeah, I pour out my heart, have a drink
They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin', yeah
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of kill 'em all and let 'em die
[Chorus]
God bless Amerika
This ole' godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
The end of time is like a hour away, damn
[Verse 2]
Military-minded, lost and can't find it
The stars on the flag are never shinin'
Uh, I saw a butterfly in Hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
'Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad
Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket
I'm wired out the socket, but still shockin'
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
If there's food for thought then I'm guilty of greed
Mama said, "Take what you want" – I took heed, yeah
[Refrain]
Now let it breathe, yeah
[Verse 3]
Back to life, back to reality
Been eatin'my girl and she's so sweet, got cavities
Granted, we do it for vanity not humanity
But what's appealin' to me is under banana trees
Love, I go so hard, I tried to pay homage, but I was overcharged
Ain't that a bitch? I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut, in a nut shell
Used to say, "Fuck the police," now I say, "Fuck jail"
Same shit, different air freshener
I don't play, boy, I ain't Hugh Hefner
Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind
Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind
I be in the cloud, cloud number nine
And I just fucked the clock and let it come with time
It's a cold world, I put on a mink
There's a chain of commands, I'm the missin' link
[Chorus]
God bless Amerika
This ole' godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
And I'm smokin'on them flowers, catch the bouquet
[Outro]
Here, we live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad
Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket
I'm wired out the socket, but still shockin'
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
I saw a butterfly in Hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
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God Bless Amerika
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Lil Wayne
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[Intro]
Pump that bass
[Verse 1]
Man, fuck y'all with a sick dick, semi automatic, no click click
We don't feel you, like an elephant getting fucked with a tick dick
Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch
I gotta put that patch over my third eye: Slick Rick
Trukfit, T-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Boy, your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first
She give me brain: research, and I prefer reefer
But if you want some coke, that's cool, 'cause my homies still
[Chorus]
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still
(Pump that bass) Haha, my homies still
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (Boy)
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, (Go dumb) go stupid, yeah
(Woah, boy)
[Verse 2]
Okay, my girls and cars both skrt off (Skrt)
I like a pussy so wet that I can surf off (Woah)
In a hotspot 'cause a nigga never chillin' (Chillin')
I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches
Boy, I overgrind (Woah), overshine (Woah)
Ain't another nigga over Sean (Boy, boy)
I'm getting paid, it's Oprah time (Boy, boy)
I'm rollin' pine, I'm so divine
I'm west side, west side, dark glasses on like I'm goin' blind
Looking like Eazy E, it's just me and Lil Weezy Wee
Get off my dick!
[Chorus]
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (Woah)
(Pump that bass) Haha, my homies still (Boy, boy, boy)
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still (Woahh, oh God)
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid (Boy, boy), yeah
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid (Go dumb), go stupid, yeah
(Woah, woah, oh God)
[Verse 3]
Look, I'm east side, them haters 90 going west (Boy, boy, boy)
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf (Huh?)
Weezy F, I'm east side, them haters 90 going west
My niggas pumping so much bass (Pump that bass)
Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, I don't love them hoes
Got so much coke, you gon' need another nose
Man, I just play my hand, but I am not the dealer
You see I got them tear drops, I cry your ass a river
I got that Trukfit T-shirt, listening to "Rebirth"
I skate until my feet hurt, Hot Boy, free Turk
Pussy for dessert, put your ass beneath Earth
And I don't sell drugs, but if you need work
My homies still
[Chorus]
(Pump that bass) Yeah, my homies still
Haha, my homies still
Yeah, my homies still
Woah, okay
[Verse 4]
Boy, this here's what I do do (Do do)
Got your sister dancing, not the kind that's in a tutu (No)
Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that voodoo (Go)
She said can't nobody do it better, I tell her, "True, true," yeah, bitch, true, true
My, my, my bro-bro say these bitches ain't shit (Ain't shit)
I got the girl you came with and the girl she came with
She leaking and drippin', woah, there I might just come slip in (Woah, woah, woah)
And your misses gonna go missin' if she addicted to what my dick did
Boy, I get it! (I get it)
Lil bitch!
[Chorus]
My homies still
Haha, my homies still (Finally Famous in this)
Yeah my homies still (G.O.O.D.)
Little nigga make my goons go stupid
Go stupid (Go stupid), go stupid (Go stupid) (Boy, boy)
Don't make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah (Go dumb)
[Outro]
Look, I'm eastside them haters 90 going West (Woah)
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf
Weezy F, I'm eastside my nigga Sean from the West
And niggas pumping so much bass (Pump that bass)
Yeah, uh-huh
Young Mula
Truk yo girl
(Pump that bass)
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My Homies Still
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Lil Wayne
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[Intro]
Ricky Racks
Peek-a-boo, woo!
Peek-a-boo
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
Lil Boat
I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do
[Verse 1]
Red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot
On his nose like Rudolph
Pull up to the scene, all white with the roof off
Take that lil' bitch to the Ruth's Chris
Fuck her, then fuck on her sister, I'm ruthless
Chill on the 6 when I'm fuckin' on pucchi
That bitch was ugly, but pussy on smoothie (wet)
Play with that kitty like hello
Take a step back then I bust it, I bust it, I bust it like Melo
Aimin' at you and your fellows
My new bitch yellow
She blow that dick like a cello
Fuck her then send that bitch home on the metro
Ooh, young nigga fly like a pigeon
Vercetti frames, they be hidin' my vision
Make sure all my niggas eat, that's the mission
No more wishin', I'ma go get it, go get it, I got it
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do
[Verse 2]
Open your eyes, bitch you see all this money
Made that lil' bitch tape a brick to her stomach
You not the gang, we don't kick it or punt it
Just bought the Wraith and I wrapped it, titanic
Look at the numbers, mechanics ain't frontin'
I came from the lick, went to jail, I got punished, ooh
Pullin' up foreign, Freddy Kreuger, wow
My niggas turn barracuda
You cappin', I came from trappin'
I used to have the dope stashed in the cabinet (dope!)
Mama couldn't tell me shit, where was my daddy? (Mom)
Look at my Patek, I'm flexin', I'm petty (I'm petty)
I fucked the pussy the first time I met it
Won't give you no credit, you Eddie spaghetti
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machetes
Married the money, the bitch wasn't ready, uh, uh
[Verse 3]
New grey drop top Audi, 2013, yeah
White coco, butterfly wings, 2k17
Ice (ice), came out the machine (ice)
Came out the machine (ice baby)
Draco, Uzi, Tommy gun, SK (Tommy gun), all machines, brrrt
Yeah, hey, pull up on the side of 'em, skrrt
Let the clip ride on 'em
Ayy, fuck 12, open fire on 'em (fuck 12)
Open up fire on 'em (fuck 12)
Yeah, don't tuck in my chain (nah)
I'm with the gang (gang,) hit you with range
Scattering showers, here come the rain
Icy Hot sleeve, these niggas in pain, hey
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I'm not finna play with you, that's what these rappers do
[Verse 4]
Left wrist white, it's the Patek (Philippe)
Bad white bitch with a fatty (unique)
Smokin' on cookies from granny (trees)
Pocket rocket, go go gadget (go go)
I make a play, Madden (John)
I know it was some speculation 'bout who the one
But we invented the dabbin' (dab)
Fuck it, we just let 'em have it (have it)
Draco for niggas with static (brrt, static)
I can do magic and make me a rabbit
With usin' my karats (ice, woah)
Gelato package, I'm drinkin' on Actavis, expensive habits (Actavis, mud)
Yellow bitch, Pikachu (bitch)
Cameltoe peekin' at you (look at you)
Peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
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Peek a Boo
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Lil Yachty
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[Chorus]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice (All my ice)
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for the night (Just for the night)
[Verse 1]
I know you want this for life (No, you don't)
Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ (Oh, my God)
Bottles of the Tech, got it laid on ice
We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice (Make it my home)
You be calling all your homegirls like, "I'm his wife"
Hell nah, you trippin', reevaluate your life
I can't love no bitch, every single ho is trife (Hell no)
I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night
But I need you there (Need you there)
Promise that I need you there
Ain't no other bitch gon' fuck me like you do, I swear
Put that on my gang, I swear
I just can't put you on front street like you want, I know
But baby, you is not no ho
And I put it on my gang, I'm not no average Joe (No average Joe)
It's Yachty from the block, you know (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can't have no wife
I just want you for the night
[Verse 2]
Don't you tell no one
No, no, no, baby, don't you tell no one
We gon' keep this just between us, we gon' have some fun (Gon' have some fun)
Fuck until the morning come
When the morning come, I'll make you cum
But then then I gotta run
'Cause, baby, I got shit to do
Stack my bread up, fuck your head up
That's just what I'll do (That's what I'll do)
Chillin' on my avenue
If you ain't remember, I remember, girl
That's where I first met you
You had you a drink or two (You had a drink or two)
You came over half unsober callin' me your boo (Oh, no, no, no)
Then you turned around and fucked the crew (No, no, no, no, no)
I got no love for you
[Refrain]
I can't have no wife, one night
You want this for life
But I can't, I can't have no wife
No wife, no, no wife (No wife)
Just one night, one night
I can't, can't have no wife (I can't, can't have no wife)
I know you want this for life
But I can't have no wife (No, no, no, no, no wife, no)
I just want you for one night
[Outro]
I just want you for one night
I know you want this for life, but no
No, no, no
I can't have no wife
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One Night
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Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
Brrt, brrt, bang, bang
Ayy
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
[Chorus]
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
[Verse]
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, ridin' 'round on boulders
Money sittin' up, it sits way above your shoulders
I was eatin' pork and rinds with a bitch from New York Times
I don't eat no pork and rinds but that bitch was mighty fine
I got gold all on my necklace, tatted up my arms
Now my mama think I'm reckless, got guns under my mattress
I was juggin since a youngin', free my older cousin Reesey
He from Hamilton not D.C, I rock N.Bs like I'm Gleeshy
Flip phone banging off the walls, Gucci on my drawers
Why the fuck you in these streets if you're scared of them four walls?
I was strokin' on your sister, she was callin' me her mister
She suck dick for a picture, it's Lil Yachty nice to meet you
I was juggin' off them stacks, countin' up them racks
Almost had a lifetime sentence, but I beat it, shout out to Pat!
Pat, that's my lawyer, he got me off them chargers
8 stacks for that boy, he took care of the boy
[Chorus]
Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
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Minnesota
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Lil Yachty
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[Intro]
Grandfero, nigga
Yeah, yeah
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
(Always said, know what I'm saying? Know what I'm saying? Y'all niggas, head ass niggas, you step out the streets, nigga, y'all niggas might get...) (Yeah)
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
[Chorus]
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah), cold like Minnesota (Yup!)
Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Brrr, brrr)
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah!)
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah!), cold like Minnesota (Yeah, yeah!)
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah! 'Sota)
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat ('Sota)
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
[Verse 1]
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota (Yep), riding 'round on boulders (Skr, skr)
Money sitting up, it sit way above your shoulders
I was eating pork and rinds with a bitch from New York Times
I don't eat no pork and rinds, but that bitch was mighty fine
I got gold all on my necklace (Skr, skr), tatted up my arms
Now my mama think I'm reckless (What?), got guns under my mattress
I was juggin' since a youngin', free my older cousin Reesey
He from Hamilton, not D.C, I rock NBs like I'm Gleeshy (Ayy)
Flip phone banging off the walls (Rrr), Gucci on my drawers
Why the fuck you in these streets if you scared of them four walls?
I was stroking on your sister, she was calling me her mister
She suck dick for a picture, it's Lil Yachty, nice to meet you (I'm Lil Yachty)
I was jugging off them stacks, counting up them racks
Almost had a lifetime sentence (Do do do), but I beat it, shout out to Pat
Pat, that's my lawyer, he got me off them charges
8 stacks for that boy, he took care of the boy, ayy
[Chorus]
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah), cold like Minnesota (Ayy)
Cold like Minnesota (Yeah), it get cold like Minnesota (Ayy)
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Brrr, brrr)
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota (C-c-cold)
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota (Uh!)
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Migos!)
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Uh!)
[Verse 2]
You need to stay up out the streets if you can't take the heat (Uh!)
When they said Lil Yachty hot, I'm like, "That's him or me?" (Lil Yachty, huh)
Wrist like Minnesota (Minnesota), trapping Coca-Cola (Coca!)
Catching plays, Anquan Boldin (Woo!)
Jug out the hot box, know that it's stolen (Hot! Ayy)
Large (Large) sizes (Ayy!), all type of narcotics
Woah, got a bankroll in that big body (Ih!)
I love my Motorola (Brrr), I love my Motorola (Brrr)
I love my Motorola (Brrr), I love my Motorola (Brrr)
Fuck 12, they can't pull me over (12!)
Smoking on gas and that odor (Gas!)
Cook it up, then flip it over
You must've forgot it, we 'bout it like soldiers (Soldiers! Uh!)
It's cold, but I got my shirt off (Burr!)
Trap niggas can't fall off (Trap)
Big sack of molly, golf ball (Molly!)
Big sack of molly, golf ball (Fore!)
[Verse 3]
I trap in Minnesota like a viking (Swear)
Flood out the Sky-Dweller, it got good lighting (Shine)
We made the dab and all of y'all biting (Dab)
Two thick white bitches, both of 'em dykes (Swear)
I make a 50 before his acre (I make a)
I was in the streets but I ain't have no cable (I was in the)
Me and Lil Yachty touch down at the safe house (Swear)
Skippa Da Flippa, I will bring the rice out (Yeah, yeah!)
[Verse 4]
Cold like Minnesota, racks on fall, I told you ('Sota)
I iced out my Rollie, then did the same damn thing for my brodies (Yeah)
All a nigga trap spot beating like a pulse
I could put the heat inside the kitchen like a baller (Ball)
I could fill your bitch head up like a lawyer (Woo!)
Ain't know, never 'gon sign posts (Yeah!)
Big machine, big machine (Big machine)
I'm cooking bean on jelly beans (Woo, woo, woo)
No need to smell it, all is clean
That money talking, Charlie Sheen (Gang!)
I'm riding Ubers with the toolie (Skrr!)
I got more diamonds than your jeweler (Swah)
I make her come back like I'm Yugi (Yeah!)
If you ain't know it, now you knew it, ay
I aim at her head like a sniper rifle (Woo!)
She can't be my bitch if she dykin', dykin' (Woo!)
I bought her a ring but no wifey, wifey (Woo!)
She slurp on that dick and I like it, like it (Woo!)
No candy, she Mike and Ike it (Candy)
No Nike, she know I do it (Do it)
I eat that bitch like a hockey pocket (Yeah)
No Nike, she know I do it
[Chorus]
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota), cold like Minnesota (Yeah, ayy)
Cold like Minnesota ('Sota), it get cold like Minnesota (Brrr)
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Brrr)
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Brrr)
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota), cold like Minnesota (C-c-cold)
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota (Yeah)
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Yeah, yeah)
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat (Oh, yeah)
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Minnesota (Remix)
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Lil Yachty
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[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)
[Chorus]
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up
All the bad hoes wanna top us
Too many wild parties on the yacht
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club
[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, air it out
Pull up at your spot, and I air it out
Gang on the gas and it's very loud
Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out
I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down
I need me a bitch that'll hold me down
Gang comin' strong, yeah, we rollin' out
Throw a party like Rolling Loud
Ayy, don't come unless you stayin' focused
Soldiers like 10-4, sent your bitch the info
Feelin' real blessed with Juice, that's my kinfolk
Bless up, she tell me I'm a god, get on her knees for confession
Sent a vid to her nigga, had to teach a lesson
Me and Boat only want bad hoes in our section
Juice, why these pussy ass niggas always pressin'?
I don't know, let 'em talk, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Blessed boys under twenty-one, steady flexin'
I'm gettin' too rich, can't do flights with connections
40 on my hip, I won't fight, bitch, I'm reckless
Codeine what I sip, that shit come in straight from Texas
Reach for my chain, you'll get beat just like Nexus
Lamborghini dreams, but you still drive a Lexus
I'm a young king, I might fuck Alexis Texas
But I ain't on no Drake shit, I won't get her pregnant
Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless
And I feel you until I get her naked
When I get up in it, I might have to stay in
Well, if she goin' like that, let's run a train then
Fuck, I think I nutted in her, I might need a playpen
And a stroller
How I get this deep? We rode her like a Rover
No games, but I Xbox control her
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner
If I go broke, I'ma jugg off Motorolas
But now I'm up in France, Lil Boat, that's my mans
We get the green and then we fly around like Peter Pan
That's cool, but I just thought 'bout somethin', wait (What?)
This baby got your face
So fuck that lil' baby boy, it's back to the place
Back to the trap, back to the gang
[Chorus]
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (Runnin' the guap up)
All the bad hoes wanna top us (They wanna top us)
Too many wild parties on the yacht (Oh, oh)
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (Out the yacht club)
[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh
This shit finna be hard
Shit hard
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Yacht Club
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Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
(EarlOnTheBeat)
[Chorus]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Verse 1]
Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy
I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah
Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it
I hide in the cave like Osama did
I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District
You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah
Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah
Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you
I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby
[Chorus]
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Verse 2]
Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)
Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)
Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)
Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)
Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)
I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)
We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do
Every time we step out, niggas look at you
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
[Verse 3]
My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)
Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)
She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint
My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)
You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds
My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)
You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)
Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)
Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)
Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)
She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'
And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)
Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account
I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out
Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth
(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)
[Chorus]
I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)
If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)
Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
Fuck you in your mama house
Overseas, I fly you out
Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out
Baby, what's up with your mouth?
City girl straight from the South
[Outro]
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I just wanna take you out
You look as good as Oprah's bank account
I ain't mad at 'em, baby
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Oprah’s Bank Account
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Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
Wop, skrrt
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Wop, wop
(Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt) I don't know what you take me for ho (Lil Boat, wop, wop)
I ain't goin' for it (Wop)
[Verse 1]
Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a bad bitch getter
Fuck nigga, ho nigga, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga
You ain't know, now you know, nigga, Hi-Tech pour a four, nigga
[Verse 2]
Bitch run me my sack before I come in
80,000 dollars plus a jet on a backend
20 twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken
Brother locked up, he spent much time in the kitchen
We ain't really with none of that pretendin' and shit (—tendin' and shit)
I got six Catholic hoes in here sinnin' and shit (Sinnin' and shit)
Pour that shit up, bust it down (Woo)
Bought a new crib, it got several amenities (Gang)
You gon' get shot like the Kennedys (Yeah)
Fuckin' with Lil Boat and YB (Doot, pew)
[Verse 3]
Carbine it sound like a dump truck (Trra)
Soon as I up, he gon' back up (Boom, boom)
She wanna fuck, I'ma smash her (Smash)
He want a verse, I'ma tax him (I'ma tax him)
Say you want smoke, it ain't 'bout nothing
I know that nigga ain't 'bout nothing (He ain't 'bout it)
Bring out the boat when the flood coming
Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me
[Verse 4]
I'm with the .38 baby, my neck see more water than the Navy (Gang)
I was finna fuck your bitch, my nigga then I got lazy (Ugh)
I saw your new watch, that shit cool but my shit crazy
Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy (Yeah)
I'm with Lil Baby, yeah, keep a .380, yeah (Pew-pew)
I'm with big Slime, yeah, you know we goin' brazy, yeah (Slatt)
[Verse 5]
17 with four babies, yeah
Lotta money, know they hate me, yeah
One on four, they try to play me, yeah
Shoot his ass right up in here (Pew-pew, pew-pew)
Diamonds, they shine like a headlight (Shine)
I keep that lil' bitch if her head right
I'ma lay up and fuck on her every night (Every night)
When I'm leavin' I'm headin' straight to the flight (No)
Got a tiger but no I'm not Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Scuff in the club like Fight Night (Fight Night)
I make that lil' ho act right (Act right)
I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right (Bitch)
[Verse 6]
Put that lil' bitch on a Spirit flight (Gang)
Return her next to me one night (Nyoom)
We running and ducking from squad lights (Woo)
I got 32 shots in the gun fight
These niggas sweet like a honey bun (Sweet)
Don't worry 'bout where my money from
At the crib, on the couch, we got huntin' guns (Doot)
Dissect his hand from his other arm (Doot, doot, doot)
Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a big bag getter (Woo)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, never met a real nigga (Bitch)
Never had six figures, my bitch do tricks nigga
I go by Lil Boat and I'm coolin' with some real hittas (Gang)
Whip on the wrist, that's a brick on the fist, nigga
No light needed for this chain, it's gon' glist nigga (Yeah)
VS, one stone, that shit not far from flawless
Fuck a pretty bitch, nigga, my money gorgeous, bitch
[Outro]
Lil Boat
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NBAYOUNGBOAT
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Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
DY Krazy
[Chorus]
Racks up, racks up, pullin' up, Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin' beans
Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six
[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy
Flexin' forty bands from the pop out, ayy
Boolin' on the block I got my Glock out, ayy
I just pulled up in a Bentley
All the hatred go right to your fuckin' kidney
Flexin' bands, lil' nigga won't get a penny, yeah
I'ma keep on runnin' it up, ayy
I'ma keep on runnin' it up, fuckin' it up
This choppa bustin' you up, ayy
There you go, testin' your luck, dumb as fuck, yeah (Ayy, ooh)
Flexin' baby, pull up in a drop top, ayy
Diamonds dancin' on me, baby hopscotch
Bling blaow, shinin' fresh just like some Pop Rocks, ayy
Fireworks, when I pull up to your block, pop
[Chorus]
Racks up, racks up, pullin' up, Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin' beans
Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six
Racks up, racks up, pullin' up, Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin' beans
Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six
[Verse 2]
Ayy, when my brother get out, told him ain't no block now
Same bitches curbin' all up on my cock now
Twenty bitches and they all comin' with me (Skrrt, skrrt)
Side by side, me and Trippie in the Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, and I bought it ain't no rentin'
Baby girl I'm tryna fuck, why is you ventin'? (Huh, huh)
In 2016, I grind harder than your skate team (Huh, huh)
2018, I need at least like eight rings (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Racks up, racks up (Gang, gang), pullin' up, Bentley truck (Yeah)
Semi, semi, keep it tucked (Yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (Woah)
14, 14 ('Teen), high school, servin' beans (Beans)
Dropped out, now I'm rich (Yeah), flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six (Yeah)
Racks up, racks up (Yeah), pullin' up, Bentley truck (Skrrt)
Semi, semi, keep it tucked (Yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (Aight)
14, 14 (Yeah), high school, servin' beans (Beans)
Dropped out, now I'm rich (Yeah), flexin' 'til I'm sixty-six
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66
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Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
Ooh
[Verse 1]
Imagine life, imagine life without me, it's a waste of time
You want the kind of love that can make a child
Don't want just anybody (Not just anybody, not just anybody) Ooh
Good love fill my body up like a glass when you pour it all out
If you know me, you know I mind, someone like me is hard to find
No mistakin' if I am there, well aware you are always mine
And still you seem so surprised, always gon' be mine
[Chorus]
I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it
And I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, losе it
[Verse 2]
Imagine me circlin' through life without a piеce of you
Seven out of seven days I'm needin' you
You bring life to the party
(Ooh, ah-ha, ooh, ah-ha-ha)
Good love feels like butterflies suffocatin' your insides, oh
It's a late night, you know I try, I cannot picture when you lie
I'm mistaken thinkin' you were taken, knowin' that you were always mine
And still I feel so surprised, you're always gon' be mine
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 3]
Rarely ever missin', talk is cheap and time is tickin'
Rarely ever trickin', catch me slippin', that pussy was leakin'
I'm on missions, payin' millions, I'm Ted DiBiase, uh, God
Out late night, I'm sinnin', still a Christian, don't tell my deacon
I mean pastor, or I'll go down there, talkin' faster
Ride around, six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin'
Big four-five on my hip, like I'm limpin', never simpin'
One of my cousins crippin', always grippin', shit get dangerous
Always keep it player, we can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin'
I love my mother, my sister, my daughter
All these hoes get slaughtered, can't deny, pray to the Holy Father
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drive ME crazy!
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Lil Yachty
|
[Chorus]
Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat
Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry (Perry)
I keep them hoes like a ferry
My hair be red like a cherry
All of them niggas, they know
All of them niggas, they know me
All of them niggas, they know us (Woah, woah, woah)
Them niggas, they wanna be us, damn
Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat
Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry
I keep them hoes like a ferry
My hair be red like a cherry
All of them niggas, they know
All of them niggas, they know me
All of them niggas, they know us
Them niggas, they wanna be us
Woah, damn
[Verse 1]
Shout out to my nigga Colby (Woah)
Gold on my neck like a trophy (Woah)
Lil Boat powered up like a Mophie (Woah)
Lil Boat, that nigga stay low-key (Oh, woah)
All of these bitches, they know me (Damn)
All of these bitches, they on me (Oh, damn)
That bitch, she smile like emoji (Emoji)
That bitch, she smile like emoji (Woah, damn)
Woah, damn, I be posted up with Perry (With Perry)
I be counting up the guap
Keep a condom in my sock
'Cause these bitches on my cock
I need a mouth full of rocks (Yeah)
And I need me a Rollie
Need a mansion for my brodies (Woah)
Need my diamonds to be dancin' (Woah, damn)
[Chorus]
Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat
Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry (Perry)
I keep them hoes like a ferry
My hair be red like a cherry
All of them niggas, they know
All of them niggas, they know me
All of them niggas, they know us (Woah, woah, woah)
Them niggas, they wanna be us, damn
Bitch, you know it's Lil Boat
Bitch, it's Lil Boat and Lil Perry
I keep them hoes like a ferry
My hair be red like a cherry
All of them niggas, they know
All of them niggas, they know me
All of them niggas, they know us
Them niggas, they wanna be us
[Verse 2]
All of these niggas, they know (They know)
I need my bitch like a Reese's (Reese's)
Got your bitch wet like the Ganges
Walking on water like Jesus (Like Jesus)
Bitches, they changing like seasons (Oh!)
I need like five for my leases (Woah)
I got ice on my wrist (Woah)
Whipping the work like a Prius
None of these niggas can see us (Nah)
I'm up in the Himalayas
Bitches they trying to lay us
I hit that bitch, then I lay up (Woo!)
Put it in like a finger roll
Hit that bitch and then I troll
Can't have one bitch, I need like four
They scream my name at the shows
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Wanna Be Us
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Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
Earl on the beat
Lousy
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Run in, lil' bitch, you get hit, yeah (Boom, boom)
Came in that bitch with that stick, yeah
Came in that bitch with lil' kick, uh
I got that money like blow (What?)
I'm in this bitch with Lil Meech (Blatt)
I do this shit in my sleep, yeah
Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah
Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah
I'm in this bitch and I'm fleek, uh
I put VVS on my links, yeah
Shawty can't wait 'til we link (Uh)
Fuck with LilKae, you get fssh'd (Yeah)
Get laid on your ass, you get fssh'd (Uh)
I play with that 30, lil' bitch, yeah
I need a mask for this heat, yeah
I need a gas for my bitch, yeah
You know that chopper don't miss, ayy
You know that chopper don't miss, yeah
I get this motherfucker lit, yeah
Double C all on my shit, yeah
Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah
Shawty gon' fuck on my drip, yeah
[Chorus]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
Two-twenty all on that Rick, ayy
I get the drip, you get dripped (Ayy)
I fucked that bitch, I'm a pimp (Ayy)
I'm with Lil Boat, we not simp, yeah
I fucked that bitch, she get bent, yeah (Ayy)
We in this bitch with no tint (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, okay, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Uh, thugger lil' bitch speak ebonics (Ayy)
Shootin' that Glock, Supersonics (Bah, bah)
I dropped a dub at Onyx (Ayy)
Toot, toot that thing up (Toot, toot)
Beat from the back, she runnin' (Beep, beep)
Pink Prada bag, I'm thumbin' (Beep)
F&N, thirty-round gunnin' (Baow)
Fuck what they sayin', they pussy (Fuck 'em)
My shirt vintage Stussy (Yeah, yeah)
I put them niggas on game, they started snitchin', oops
Back at fifteen, I was swipin', oops (Uh, ayy)
Beat up that pussy, I'm Tyson, oops
Niggas is reckless, triflin', yup (Yeah)
Three cell phones, don't call me (Brr)
Rich white money, Mike Lowrey (Mike Lowrey)
Keep one joystick like Atari (Like Atari)
V on my back like Bari (Vlone)
Yeah (Yup), yeah (Yup)
Me and Cash Carti go way back (Ayy, Carti)
Nigga don't like me, then say that (Okay)
Twenty years old in a Maybach (Skrrt)
Hoo, flexin' (Fuck it up, damn)
Young nigga flexin', no eight-pack
[Chorus]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
Two-twenty all on that Rick, ayy
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I'm a pimp
I'm with Lil Boat, we not simp, yeah
I fucked that bitch, she get bent, yeah
We in this bitch with no tint
[Outro]
Damn (Ayy)
Damn (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bow, bow (What?)
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Get Dripped
|
Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Allegedly, they figured out that I'm the secret recipe
The baddest hoes gon' test the E, then blame the high for wantin' sex
I never wanted peace, fuck all the opps, I support Malcolm X
The stack of chains is just a front
Overtaxed and underwhelming, your jeweler pulled a major stunt
I don't smoke weed, already blunt, all of my cars, I had to hunt
My doggy young as hell but still'll step, we call him baby runt
Like window shoppers, I see through every front
I speak on what I need, I foresee everything I want
I block out anything I hate and still the hardest, still unpaid
The notice went unseen, the tenants too relaxed
The standards have collapsed, they wrote me in with lames
They treat me like I'm them, they hate I overcame
Refuse to pat my back, refuse to shake my hand
Refuse to give me props when I am not around
Refuse to act like I ain't shift the sound, like I ain't push the culture
Like several vultures ain't come after me
Like several vultures ain't come after me, still, I keep it P
Yeah, we still digress, and I'm playin' checkers, I ain't playin' chess
'Cause I don't go 'round on niggas, we go over niggas
I'll show you niggas, I'm personally nothin' like ya and plus I never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just like a kite, it wouldn't cost a price
And even if it did, it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker
When I speak, pay attention, go over my words like highlight markers
My only celebrity crush is Nikki Parker
They said I got a type, said all my hoes, they look the same, they said they look too light
Peep my cup, betcha couldn't tell that it was Sprite
I give a fuck about her face, she walkin' with a bamski, I'ma strike
[Break]
For real (Yeah)
I'ma strike (It's us)
I'ma strike, uh
[Verse 2]
Cole and Yachty, comin' for they respect, come and pay your debt
Just like a travel pillow, we at your neck for the way you slept
This nuance, but I see hella influence in the way you dress
The way you sound, the way you try to move, you try to stay abreast on all the latest flows and latest tones from Generation X
Y'all chasing relevance, it's evidenced by the way you step
As for me, I cook so masterfully, ain't gotta pay a chef
I'm older now, but still, I'm cuttin' edge, I'm like a bayonet
From out the 'Ville, we OSHA certified, you gotta wear your vest
Too many homicides, a lotta slidin', they good at makin' decks
Thanks to God, I made it out the city, most would say I'm blessed
My greatest flex is that I made a milli', feel like I'm Bangladesh
I hate the press, refusin' interviews whenever they request
Niggas fake-progressive and woke, I started sayin' less
I had to stop it, peeped how they profit off of racial stress
Some activists got so rich, they prolly wish we stay oppressed
Studio steppers movin' extra on songs, fakin' rep
Only breakin' bad in the lab, thought y'all was makin' meth
Niggas makin' threats and I laugh, that's 'cause you ain't a threat
Don't ask how I feel 'bout no rappers, shit, they okay, I guess
Incomin' call, press the button, the one that say accept
He FaceTime to ask for a feature and saw the face of death
I'm on your song, your streams goin' up, not quite the Drake effect
But don't complain, bitch, take what you get and cut the label check
My table set, I dine on your favorite, one verse'll take his breath
I prolly put more niggas on pause than Cam and Mason Beth
My agent get a whole lotta calls, it's like he paid the ref
These bitches out here lookin' like Steph on the late contest
Wide open, shootin' they shot, don't even waste your breath
I been stop fuckin' you thots, ain't got no patience left
Save that shit for one of them niggas that rock the fake Pateks
My paper stretched just like a Laker before he break a sweat
Signed, the greatest yet
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The Secret Recipe
|
Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
Shouldn't be drinkin' on lean, I'm already half-dead
Give a fuck, I'm a gangster, I'm thuggin' (I'm thuggin', brrt, frrt, frrt)
Yeah (Grow up, nigga)
Huh, yeah, huh, come on (Us)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brrt)
Come on, huh, huh
[Verse 1]
Wedding Cake in my blunt with no bride yet
If I face me another, I'll die here
I'm just prayin' I make it 'til Friday
Either way, I'ma die with my pride
Fell in love with the Cullinan parked out front, bitch, wait 'til you see the garage
I done made me a promise, I'll fight back once, this time, I'ma leave it to God
On God, I ain't play 'bout nothin' once
Whеn it's game time, jump in, clutch
First thing in the mornin', blunt
First thing in thе mornin', I jump off the porch and head straight to the Porsche, get to drivin' like somebody chasin'
Rock it 'cause I couldn't afford it, my pockets enormous, every time that I walk, I'm chafin'
You don't know how to ball, you lazy
You ignorin' my calls, shit crazy
One time for the hoes I'm savin'
One time for the hoes that hate me
Two times for the hoes that hate me
Three times for the hoes that hate me
Three-five in the blunt, I'm spacin'
Four doors on the Rolls, shit spacious
I don't know if it's— uh
I don't know if it's smart I stay here
I don't know if I want that Maybach
I don't know if I'll find my way back
I ain't never gon' buy my way in
I ain't never gon' bow to no man
I don't care who the fuck you came with
I don't care what the fuck your name is (What?), huh
[Verse 2]
My Chrome unfindable
Like I did me a hit and I threw it away
Pop out that bitch and hit him in his fa—, uh-huh
We open up doors in the summer
I took the roof off of the Hummer
I snuck in that bitch with a llama
I'm sneakin' outside like Osama
Know I'm richer than your favorite rapper
If I'm not, then, God, kill my mama, huh
Biggest house on the street
We the first Blacks here like Obama
Okay, let's see that thunder
On the plane, we took the drugs under
And my bitch ass dumb like Yolanda
I'ma pick the drank up from Lafawnduh
Fah-fah-fah-fah, yeah, fuck 'em
I be twistin' my fingers, I bang
And Concrete the gang
Same nigga, just rich, I ain't change
Same nigga, I'm totin' that flame (Huh)
[Verse 3]
I'm the same old kid, but I gotta grow up now, I'm a grown-up now
I've been havin' some long-ass nights, one more long-ass flight 'fore I'm right there next to you, huh, damn
Driver, move up, my legs need room, huh, huh, damn, huh
I really could call this backseat home (Brrt)
[Verse 4]
I know all of my ex-hoes miss me
I was driftin', poured a whole sixteen
I'm gon' clutch it, I don't do no wrestling
And my mouth diamonds look like a cuff link
Put my bitch in all DG, free B.G.
We on TV, I'm makin' a mo—
We on TV, I'm makin' a movie
Durag on my head, it's The Boonies
Fuck whoopin' his ass, he gon' sue me
I'll fuck it up fast, then re-up
Sip drank like I don't wanna be up
When we catch you, don't call for Jesus
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Hate Me
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Lil Yachty
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[Sample]
Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills
When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do?
I don't know what you gotta do when life gets you down
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming
Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming
Dory, no singing
What do we do? We swim
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho, I love to swim
Dory, Dory
When you want to swim
[Intro]
Oh, okay. Where? Oh, you want me to sit right here? Where, look right there? Okay, okay, alright. I got it. Well... well, hello folks, Darnell Boat here. Today, I'ma tell you a little story about my two nephews, Lil Yachty and Lil Boat. Well, I don't know where to start. Look, here's Lil Boat now
Lil Boat!
Okay
[Verse 1]
I've got these strange voices inside my head
Keep a stack and .380 beside my bed
Not to be cool, but in case they run up on me
If y'all bet on my fam, clutch with double on me
Went to school on a dirt road with black hoes and potholes
This shit was just then, this was four months
Late nights with gang on them store hunts
Loitering Walmart for pure fun
Look at me now, all of my classmates like, "Wow"
My teachers like, "Damn"
I remember I didn't have not a fan
Now I step out and Lil Boat is the man
Woah, this shit is surreal
Pockets stuffed in with blue bills
So much people trying to ask how it feels
But, nigga, I don't know
Everyday I ball like finger roll (woo!)
How'd you do it? Only God knows (oh!)
I want to know who's real until the time folds
People looking at Lil Boat with their hands out cause I'm wearing nicer clothes
I'ma stay down with the same niggas I came up with, that's the master plan
26 for a nigga hand, diamonds so cold you might need a fan (woo!)
I don't know who I am sometimes
I might rap a verse, I might sing a song
Came up overnight from one song
One night get her out the thong
Old heads hating on Boat
'Cause I'm young as fuck and I'm rich as hell
Pants low like I'm fresh in jail
But I've been out, motherfuck 12 (woo!)
[Interlude]
See, he's a little--he's a little bit more aggressive. Well, you know, as this story unfolds, and you know what I'm saying, as the story gets told, uh, I'll tell you a little bit more about Yachty. He's a little bit nicer. Let's call him
Hello? Hello?
[Verse 2]
Oh, oh, oh, ohhh
Oh, oh, hello
Hello, hello
Oh, hello
Hello Boat, it's so nice to meet you
I'm so glad you came
Hello, hello
What's poppin'? It's Lil Yachty, I'm in the party
I need three thotties to come suck on my posse
What's poppin'? Woah
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
Oh, hello
Welcome to my life
Hello, hello, hello
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Intro
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Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one
[Verse 1]
Trappin' out the backstreet
Runnin' through the packs like a track meet (Zoom)
Pull up with two pistols on me, Max P
Back to back the Bentley truck, we on repeat
Drippin' on these bitches, put a stain on 'em
Lamborghini 'Ventador, no brain on it
Iced-out Patek with the rain on it
Automatic with the scope, range on it (Woo)
[Chorus]
Spent one-sixty, that's on two watches (Two watches)
Goddamn, think I need a new hobby (New hobby)
Bought a chain, could've bought a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Niggas dick ridin' with a Ducati (Ducati)
Check it out, check it out, check out (Woo)
Ridin' 'round town with the sticks out (Woo)
It's fashion week, so I bought the Rick's out (Woo)
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse (Woo)
[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
These niggas hatin' 'cause I'm too rich (Too rich)
Big carats, same size Cheez-Its (Cheez-Its)
Eighty-eight thou' for a new wrist (Whoo)
Peter Piper, pull up with a new pistol (Pew, pew)
Those not diamonds, those crystals
Runnin' to the money like I'm Frank Gore (Yuh)
This ring cost more than a Honda 'Cord (Skrt)
Fuck with the set then it's over with (It's over with)
Walk in the spot, get it overlit (Overlit)
I want some pussy, she open it (Open it)
Fuck her one time then I'm over it (Over it)
These niggas weird and they talk too much (Yuh)
All these new niggas, they socialists (Yuh)
Holdin' on tight to my braggin' rights (Fah)
I write my name on the mogul list (Huh)
[Verse 3]
Million-dollar lick, but I missed out (Missed out)
Had to sleep on the drank, I was pissed off (Pissed off)
Got a hundred on your hand, hold your wrist out (Wrist out)
Hellcat racecar, no pitstop (No pitstop)
Had a million-dollar cash at my bitch house (Bitch house)
Wearin' twenty thousand dollar outfits now (Outfits)
Coupe cost one-sixty and I cashed out (Cash)
Lil' Steve comin' home, 'bout to max' out
Anything I buy, I'm spendin' all twenty
Hundreds and fifties goin' to the grave wit me (Yeah)
I sleep with a chopper and bathe with a glizzy
A nigga try Yachty, we shootin' up the city (Frrah)
Ask them other niggas how we got busy (How we got busy)
It ain't no sleep 'til we hittin' the victim (Hittin' our victim)
Nigga play gangster, but we know they bitches (We know they bitches)
I'm thinkin' they mad 'cause we fuckin' they bitches
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MICKEY
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Lil Yachty
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[Chorus]
Woah
I'm in this bitch like ayy, damn
I'm in this bitch like ayy (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga)
I'm in this bitch like ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy
[Verse 1]
I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I'ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Rappin' around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't back down
Talkin' big shit, I got a sack now
Fuckin' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (Fuck)
[Chorus]
Woah
I'm in this bitch like ayy, damn
I'm in this bitch like ayy
I'm in this bitch like ayy (Lil Boat)
I'm in this bitch like ayy
I'm in his bitch like ayy (Uh, I'm in his bitch)
[Verse 2]
Back to the bando
I Tokyo Drift like the sample
When shit wasn't sweet and so simple
When it was just churches and candles
We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (Nah)
No fresh pedicure for the sandals (Nah)
We learned how to pedal, no handles
Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (Uh)
Like who wanna match? I'm runnin' the maps
I run it like laps, they runnin' in last
I might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past
They all from my path and part on my back
She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf
Mines came with a name, hers came with some change
We want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (Yeah, uh, uh)
I'm up in that bitch skatin' (Skatin')
My wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (Bling)
Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (Uh)
Nigga, don't make me wait too long (Yeah)
Flippin' rates of that Grey Poupon
I play you food for all
My bitch watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul
She been around Tyler way too long
[Verse 3]
Um
It's young T and he be that boy
I talk death, but I don't like guns
I talk love, but I don't got none
They talk charts, but they don't got one
You got a stage, then it's one-point-one for one hour
Niggas came second to me, they so sour
Had a slow climb, that's why they all doubt 'em
And still came out on top, now that's power (Uh)
Fuck they respect, I won't miss a step, I won't intercept
The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like
Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie
Raw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi
Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy
Neck lookin' like a thot in labor
But it's goin' up like it's an escalator
Boys goin' down like Titanic sailor
Yachty here and him from Decatur
Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga
I'm ample, huh
When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (Hoo)
That's Igor, Igor, he a hot potato
Y'all small fries for example, nigga, um
Don't run with the ride-a-long, nigga
I'm a catalog, I'm a human Adderall
Little ass bitch, nah, you ain't in my category
Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, nigga
Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed, they gassin' you up
I went to your show and took little nap (Trash)
That's why we not in the same bracket of tax
I'm that nigga, bitch
[Verse 4]
I did it all with the passion, I'm a god in this fashion
Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (Ugh)
Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic
Got the heart of a dragon, I'm a star, call me Patrick
Heard the bitch was talkin' shit, so I caught him in traffic
I'm the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress
(Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh
I'm good, you could take it all away (Yeah)
I'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God)
I'm in Philly and we all fly (Huh)
If we don't got the whip, we do the walk-by (Yee)
On your new picture, we archive (Ugh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a bitch, chose the wrong side (Ooh)
Mob ties, bitch, you get hog-tied, you chose the wrong side
Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin' like that
Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back
The cops pulled me over, they don't know your mom in the back
Big Whack makin' niggas take permanent naps
These hoes can't rap, they need a permanent pack
I ain't fuckin' with you boys, need the cervical cap
Okay, I'm bored
Okay, I'm tired
Sleepy, huh
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I don't wanna be like nobody else (Else)
Lookin' so good, I might rob myself (Self)
Realize I gotta hide the wealth (Wealth)
Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (Yee)
Twenty-two, I might go fuck a MILF (MILF)
My two assistants both white as milk (Milk)
Maybach, inside came soft as silk (Silk)
Put a bitch on the molly, now she tilt
This bitch been killed, built like a crushed can
Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van
Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man
Fuckin' on a bitch and she sound like a hype man
Lookin' for a fly nigga, I'm what you type in (Go)
Been counted out since I could count (Yes)
Got a public and a private account (Yes)
For my bank and not my Insta', bitch
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T.D
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Lil Yachty
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[Intro]
I fuck with this shit, man
Ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Word
[Pre-Chorus]
Hotboxin' in the whip (In the whip)
I don't even smoke (Smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up and get smoked (Huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (Word)
Chandelier (Chandelier), can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
[Chorus]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the—, who want the— (Word)
Who want the smoke? (Word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Who? Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Who? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the—, who want the— (Bardi)
Who want the smoke? (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
I-I-I hear shots comin' on the low from hoes I'm higher than
This attention is so flatterin' 'cause they're admirin'
Don't know what's on their mind, but it should be retirement
Get the AARP or this AR get to firin' (Blat)
They don't want smoke with me (No), the diamonds is chokin' me
Their pussy need potpourri, these bitches is 0-3
And there ain't a lower league, all in my ovaries
The fur on my shoulder mink, tell me what Hov would think
I get the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin', they talkin', I'm takin' it in
I did not come here to make me new friends
Who buried the bridge and aren't makin' amends (Ah)
They don't want none, I'll say it again (Yee)
They don't want none, I pray for their sins (Hah)
[Chorus]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Bardi word)
Who want the—, who want the—
Who want the smoke? (Word, word, word, b-b-b-blat)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Bardi, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the—, who want the—, who want the smoke? (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Is you fuckin'? (Yeah)
Baby girl, I need to know (Who?)
Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? (Who there?)
Bitch so damn wet, drippin' on my marble floor (Drip, drip, drip)
Never not strapped, in my city, on my soul
Pull up in a two-seater (Yeah), in a wife-beater
With my bro, he be bangin' like a car speaker
All black, late night like the Grim Reaper
Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer (Ice)
[Chorus]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the—, who want the— (Brr, word)
Who want the smoke? (Brr-brr, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Who? Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Woo, woo, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the—, who want the—, who want the smoke? (Offset)
[Verse 3]
Glock 40 in my coat (Glock)
My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote (Fire, fire)
Suffocate him, hang him by the rope
Hot potato, bullet, let it go (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
The .44 put him in a yolk (.44)
Pull up in the stolo, look like he seen a ghost
And I got the kilo comin' on the boat (Kilo)
We gon' move it fast, vámonos, vámonos (Vámonos)
Niggas talkin' foul on the d-low (Foul)
Technical, I'm standin' at the line, shoot a free throw
Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto
Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, it's see-through (Impeccable)
Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up
Seen the Ghost and they know, got a scope and I hope
That they pull up to the spot with the ho
Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store (Smoke)
The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke
Coolant at them niggas, shawty, I don't know (Who?)
Choppa made that bitch (Bah), ain't nowhere to go
Throw him off the boat (Die), in the river, float (Float)
30 round clip in this clip clear (Clear)
I'm in the Wraith so I'm lookin' at the rear mirror (Mirror)
Free jit, we ain't goin' for that shit, period (Free jit)
Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period (Hey, hey)
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Who Want the Smoke?
|
Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat
All my brothers with me!
Yeah
From the start, they been with me from the start
I love y'all!
Gang, gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Seven years later and I got the same friends
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Seven years later and I got the same friends
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
[Verse 1]
All in with a pair of twins in a Benz
Just bought a new necklace and it came with heavy winds
She suck me like a push-pop, she love cock
My brothers they been with me from the very start
Recorded in the closet with sock mics
If one fight we all fight, it's fight night
[Chorus]
Bankroll after bankroll I spend
Seven years later and I got the same friends
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
All in, yeah I'm all in, I'm all in
[Verse 2]
Black and white like a zebra
I don't sell furniture but nigga IKEA
I have an idea, headshot, ID ya
Media wanna see me in jail like Madea
If my career go south I'm going to South Korea
Macaroni sells, I been macking, making macarena
I'm cleaner than the cleanest
It's Byou, nice to meet you
This ain't a cookout but my meat on her grill
[Verse 3]
I started off like I'm a goonie
When I got in they gave me a toolie
I'm high off these snacks like I'm Scooby
I can't be no average joe
Never fucked an average ho
We lit and you know it's a problem
Grill like I'm eating on pollen
Keep a bitch on my thigh like a pocket
If I fuck her she sucking the gang
Me and my brothers done did everything
Backwood, it's stuffed, look like Oreo
If you know me I know that you owe me
Kay the Yacht keep a K and a forty
Balmains on me like I'm lonely
Fired a banker for twenty
Thumb in her butt while she sippin' the Henny
I know that my gang won't forget me
[Verse 4]
You a stain, you a lame
Swerving hoes like I got a cane
Old friends call me, say they can't look at Perry the same
Perry growin' up and I got the same gang
100 deep, run up, yeah I'm glad you came
Young nigga with expensive tastes
Matter fact, ask your girl 'fore you go and kiss her face
Damn, who is she, let me check my database
Yeah, Perry here, the other human race
[Verse 5]
I'm all in, I'm all in, I'm all in
Bitch I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
These bitches callin', they stalkin', they stallin'
25 just for a fucking walk in
[Verse 6]
All in, 40 for the walk in
Now I'm flossin', drop top Slauson
Got a goth bitch, she put me in a coffin
Got a dog bitch, now she leaving paw-prints
Still ridin' sports when I'm sittin' in it's great
Tell my bitch make a play, now I'm frosted like a cake
Chef knife with the steak, now I'm flexing heavyweight
In the six like a date, all my partners livin' great
[Verse 7]
Bankroll after bankroll I'm stacking
JBan$ keep three phones, I'm trapping
Working with the work, I double up, it's magic
Chopper make a nigga backflip, gymnastics
Bad bitch take off with the pack if you lackin'
Got 100 bloods posted in the back with rachets
Pull off in the Aston, ball like Collin Sexton
26's for my wrist, diamonds dancing like they Prince
[Verse 8]
Bankroll after bankroll I love to spend, yeah
When I get it back I love to spend it all again, yeah
Boomin' out the gym, yeah, way above the rim, yeah
Ten up on my neck and I spent fifteen for my wrist, yeah
Woah up on my wrist, yeah, wetter than a fish, yeah
Woah, you just want to come because I'm next, yeah
Woah, you just like that glow that's from my neck, yeah
Woah, I'm tired of talking, can you cut my check, yeah
Woah
[Verse 9]
Bankroll after bankroll I spend (I spend)
Only love my gang, I don't got no new friends (no new niggas)
Hit your bitch from the back and I watch her bend (dumb bitch)
NAZ for life, nigga, that's 'til the end
I only want to fuck, I can't be your boyfriend (stupid bitch)
I speak rich nigga shit, broke niggas can't comprehend
Ayy, it's Cartiers all over my lens
All hundreds in my bankroll, I don't do no tens
[Interlude]
Never Amount To Zero in this bitch, you understand that?
2016 Dream Team, matching Bimmer boys, let's get it
Got love for all my niggas
We all in, we all fam
[Outro]
All in
All my brothers all in
Same gang, I got the same friends
I promise that I'm all in
I'm all in, I'm all in
All in
Fuck it I might cop the Benz
Oh, I'm all in
All in, ah, oh
Sailing Team
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Summer Songs 2
It's a wrap
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All In
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Lil Yachty
|
[Chorus]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Dig?)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[Post-Chorus]
Bet you won't get no murders out me (Homixide, homixide, yeah)
Go tell the cops (Flex up), I bet you won't get no murders out me
[Verse 1]
Flex up, racks up (Homixide), flex up (What?), racks up (Yeah)
Flex up (Flex up), racks up (Racks up), flex up (Flex up), racks up (Dig?)
Sticks up, sticks up (What?), sticks up, sticks up (Yeah)
Pick up the K, yeah (What?), I pick up the Drac', yeah (Slatt)
Spray at your bitch (Bitch, bitch), she gave me face, yeah (Carti)
I sprayed at the opp, yeah, he got shot in his face (Yeah)
I'm on codeine (Yeah), I'm fallin' in love with codeine
I really be sippin' the lean (Yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (Yeah)
I'm doin' them drugs, mean, I'm doin' them drugs, mean
That white ho love me, that white bitch love me, hold on
[Chorus]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Get it)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Dig?)
[Verse 2]
Six-speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light
Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height
His bitch posted us on her story, now he tight
My bitch, she know better, she do that and she might die
I was buyin' Birkins at eighteen (Yeah, yeah)
That's why she don't mind the B's, fuck you mean? (Woo)
Mossberg, fatal, rock 'em, cradle (Grrt)
I don't hang with brokes, I don't take advice (Boom)
Niggas snitchin', meet in person, feds tapped bro device
Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice
[Chorus]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
[Post-Chorus]
Bet you won't get no murders out me
Go tell the cops, I bet you won't get no murders out me
Bet you won't get no murders out me
Go tell the cops (Yeah), I bet you won't get no murders out me (Go)
[Verse 3]
Flip-flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls
Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah
Big-ass belt buckle, big-ass chopper, rings lightin' up, woah, woah, woah
Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah
Richard Mille aquia, I'm flippin' that tilapia
Turn the temperature way up, they can't get in the way of us
Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come
Gotta make my haters mad, give 'em somethin' to talk about
Take a bitch from south of France, push up at the Waffle House
Murder on the case, I had to spazz, fuck her doggystyle
I don't know how to be a normal nigga, one thing I forgot
I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball (Burr)
[Chorus]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Tell the cops)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[Outro]
Bet you won't get no murders out me
(Big bands), woah, woah, woah
|
Flex Up
|
Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
Man
Niggas still get it from the Gusto (Gusto)
Young hot head, man, cutthroat (Bow)
All these nat-nats on dumb go (Dumb go)
Kick back and serve up them Os (Them Os)
Uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
(From the 404 to the 212, you know what I'm saying?)
Uh, skrrt, uh, skrrt
(And it's free Reese every fuckin' day, you know what I'm saying?)
Uh, uh
(Shout out to my nigga
[?]
)
Skrrt, skrrt
(Plug)
[Verse 1]
Pull up on your block and we squirtin' 9s
Niggas wanna duke it, this the right time
Counting up, counting up hella bands
Using my guap as a face fan (Guap)
K$upreme, that's my right hand
Niggas mobbing deep like a Taliban
Right now I'm a Harlem boy but Lil Yachty from Atlantastan (On God)
Stack the cheddar cheese on my nightstand
If my money low then watch your life, man
Niggas still get it from the Gusto
Young hot head, man, cutthroat
All these nat-nats on dumb go
Kick back and serve out them Os
Niggas strapped up like Girbauds (Uh)
I just hopped out on them 4s (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Plug)
Bloody bandana my bros
But cuzzy bandana my woes
Bought bank and I bang on fo's
All these fuck niggas is hoes
He better not knock on my door
I bust a cap in his throat
I put a dick in his ho
I might just flip out them Os
I just dropped weed on my toes
Brought my niggas 'round your ho (For real)
Let 'em run train on ya wife
We pass that pussy all night (On God)
Then we stack it tall as kites
Nigga try me, that's his life
[Chorus]
Hella Os, I've been counting hella Os
(Plug)
Money stacking tall like Legos
I've been counting hella Os, hella Os
Hella Os, I've been counting hella Os
Money stacking tall like Legos
Told my plug I need a whole fix (Yeah)
Serving up Os (Yeah)
I could flip a brick (Woo, woo)
Hella Os, hella Os (Woo, woo)
I've been moving hella Os
Young RD counting hella Os (Woo, woo)
[Verse 2]
Big full Chevy, boy, check out the candy paint (Okay)
Canary yellow diamonds in my pinky ring (Okay)
(Plug)
20 band juugs, I could ball
I could ball, I could buy like 30 chains
All these bitches love me like I'm Jesus (Uh-huh)
Old money same age as Regis (For real)
But that shit long like R. Kelly (R. Kelly)
Fuck around and put shots in your belly
Told that ho to meet me at the telly (Uh)
I can never ever fold (Hell nah)
Young RD be counting big Os (Yeah, yeah)
I been counting bankrolls (Hell yeah)
Money make her touch her toes (On God)
Money got me the hoes (It did)
Money got a nigga right (Woo)
I be sipping dirty Sprite (Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Hella Os, I've been counting hella Os
(Plug)
Money stacking tall like Legos
I've been counting hella Os, hella Os
Hella Os, I've been counting hella Os
Money stacking tall like Legos
Told my plug I need a whole fix (Yeah)
Serving up Os (Yeah)
I could flip a brick (Yeah)
Hella Os, hella Os (Woo, woo)
I've been moving hella Os
Young RD counting hella Os (Woo, woo)
[Outro]
(Plug)
|
Hella Os
|
Lil Yachty
|
[Chorus]
Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (EarDrummers)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store (Marzeratti)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store (Mike WiLL, Mike WiLL)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store
Carbon sittin' on the seat and the floor
Carbon sittin' on the seat and the floor
Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
Torch it, I'ma set fire to that ho
Walk in designer, head down to the toe
Name the strip club, I throw it
[Post-Chorus]
Hittin' that throat, she a GOAT
Smashin' that throat, she a GOAT
Feelin' like an igloo now
Goons ready to hit you now
[Verse 1]
(Boat)
Bring the big F out the house
Let them fuck niggas know who really get foul
Four hundred thousand right now (Right now)
Four hundred thousand on me right now (Yeah)
Pull up on the scene, tryna hit it right now
I wrap the Bentley in snow (Yeah)
Pull up at the house, she waitin' outside, the lil' bitch is ready to go
Got a SIG Sauer, it's brown like boot
It's still my brother, that nigga the truth, nigga the truth
Twenty-five thousand for eight of my teeth
Three thousand dollars for each every tooth
In too close, pull back the top, shoot out the roof (Brrt), go poof
I'ma start puttin' these bitches on MARTA
I'ma stop puttin' broke hoes on charters
Brother too muddy, he been through too much
If he stand in the tub, he might black out the water
I was twenty years old with six different whips
Perfect good health, but bought ten different scripts (Woo)
Dog, it's cheaper to boot her out
When niggas be flexin', nah, this ain't the same
Promise it's more for my shit plain
Niggas' APs be lookin' like change
Don't you forget who showed you more
Showed you the life and you thought it was strange
Had the driver pick your ass up from LaGrange
In a black Range, I forgot bad hoes could be lame
[Chorus]
Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (Hoo)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (Hoo)
Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (Hoo)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (Woo)
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store
[Verse 2]
Pardon me, I'm 'bout to shit on this beat
Pardon me, I just went crazy on a freak
Pardon me, I cook that bon appétit
Pardon me, I bought Chanel for ten G's
Just for the pills and my syrup and my weed
Pull out that Lam', I got somewhere to be
I'm on that whew, she like whew
Hit from the back and go deep and go whew
I'm on that whew, she on that whew
We on that whew, they on that whew
Crocodile spillin' all over the Birk'
Bought her a Birk', could've went bought a vert
Sippin' on syrup got my cup turnin' purp'
Pardon me, I got my side bitch on fleek
Swapped out the AP and bought the Philippe
Baguettes on her ankle, she walk so elite
Flex double C's and she with them big B's
Double my cup, man, I'm gone on that E
VVS cut, she done turned to a freak
Drivin' the Rolls and I can't find the key
Play with that drum like I'm Tommy Lee
Count up that money, I might just OD
I took the R out of free, charge a fee
Me and Lil Yachty done caught us a thottie
[Chorus]
Pardon me, I been still actin' poor
Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store
Carbon sittin' on the seat and the floor
Carbon sittin' on the seat and the floor
Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
Torch it, I'ma set fire to that ho
Walk in designer, head down to the toe
Name the strip club, I throw it
|
Pardon Me
|
Lil Yachty
|
[Intro]
(Oh my God, RONNY) Ayy
[Verse 1]
Somebody grab him some clippers (Zzt), his fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I think my dad's gone—" (Ah), yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You sober and bored, huh? (I know) 'Bout to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick," man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (Ugh)
Mad about somethin' I said in 2012, took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss? (Huh)
Homie, we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper alive
Fuckin' dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside
Fuck "Rap God", I'm the Rap Devil
Comin' bare-faced with a black shovel
Like the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
[Chorus]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits, and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I'm sick of you bein' rich, and you still mad, let's talk about it
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Let's talk about the fact you actually blackballed a rapper that's twice as young as you (Let's talk about it)
Let's call Sway, ask why I can't go up to Shade 45 because of you (Brrt)
Let's ask Interscope how you had Paul Rosenberg tryin' to shelf me (Huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact your last four albums is bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (What?)
I know you can't stand yourself (True)
Tryna be the old you so bad, you stan yourself (Ha)
Let's leave all the beefin' to 50 (Please), Em, you're pushin' fifty
Why you claimin' that I'ma call Puff when you the one that called Diddy? (Facts)
Then you went and called Jimmy (Facts), they conference-called me in the mornin' (What?)
They told me you mad about a tweet, you wanted me to say sorry (What?)
I swear to God, I ain't believe him (Nah), please say it ain't so (No)
The big bad bully of the rap game can't take a fuckin' joke
Oh, you want some fuckin' smoke (What?)
But not literally, you'll choke
Yeah, I'll acknowledge you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (Brrah)
Don't have a heart attack now (Uh), somebody help your mans up (Help)
Knees weak of old age, the real Slim Shady can't stand up
[Chorus]
I'm sick of them sweatsuits, and them corny hats, let's talk about it (Let's talk)
I'm sick of you bein' rich, and you still mad, let's talk about it (Let's talk)
Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it (Uh-huh)
Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body and put some white chalk around it
[Verse 3]
Hello, Marshall, my name's Colson, you should go back to Recovery (Phew)
I know your ego is hurtin', just knowin' that all of your fans discovered me (Hi)
He like, "Damn, he a younger me, 'cept he dresses better and I'm ugly, always makin' fun of me"
Stop all the thuggery, Marshall, you livin' in luxury (Ayy)
Look what you done to me, dropped an album just because of me, damn, you in love with me
You got money, but I'm hungry, I like the diss, but you won't say them lyrics out in front of me
Shout-out to every rapper that's up under me, know that I'll never do you like this fuckery
Still bitter after everyone loves you, pull that wedgie out your dungarees (Ayy)
I gotta respect the OGs, and I know most of 'em personally (Ayy)
But you're just a bully actin' like a baby, so I gotta read you a nursery (Pussy)
I'm the ghost of the future, and you're just Ebenezer Scrooge (Eh)
I said on Flex, "Anyone could get it", I ain't know it would be you
[Bridge]
Ayy, ridin' shotty 'cause I gotta roll this dope
It's a fast road (When your idols become your rivals), yeah
Never hesitate to say it to your face
I'm an asshole (Oh my God, RONNY)
Bitch-ass motherfuck; Kells
[Verse 4]
We know you get nervous, Rabbit, I see Mama's spaghetti all over your sweater
I wish you would lose yourself on the records that you made a decade ago, they were better
Accordin' to them, you're a national treasure, to me, you're as soft as a feather
The type to be scared to ask Rihanna for her number, just hold her umbrella-ella-ella
"I'm not afr—," okay, Oscar the Grouch, chill on the couch (Fuck)
You got a Oscar, damn, can anyone else get some food in their mouth? (For real)
They made a movie about you, you're in everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with time, it's fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology over the simple fact you had to diss to acknowledge me
I am the prodigy, how could I even look up to you? You ain't as tall as me
5'8" and I'm 6'4", seven punches, hold your head still
Last time you saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy, I was named after a gangster (Brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse off of Yelawolf's album, thank you (Thank you)
I just wanna feed my daughter, you tryna stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the action, text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'? EST Captain, salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna have to do to me when he realizes that there ain't shit he could do to me
Everybody always hated me, this isn't anything new to me
Yeah, there's a difference between us, I got all of my shit without Dre producin' me (Ayy)
I know you're not used to me, usually one of your disses should ruin me
But, bitch, I'm from Cleveland, everybody quiet this evenin', I'm readin' the eulogy (Shh)
You dropped an album called Kamikaze, so that means he killed him
I already fucked one rapper's girl this week, don't make me call Kim
|
RAP DEVIL
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Chorus]
Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say? It's complicated
Don't matter what you say, don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good (So good), that you can't explain it
What can I say? It's complicated (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
Nothing's that bad if it feels good
So you come back like I knew you would
And we're both wild and the night's young
And you're my drug, breathe you in 'til my face numb
Drop it down to that bass drum, I got what you dream about
Nails scratchin' my back tat, eyes closed while you scream out
And you keep me in with those hips while my teeth sink in those lips
While your body's giving me life and you suffocate in my kiss
Then you said
[Pre-Chorus]
I want you forever, even when we're not together (Ayy, ayy)
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever, like (Ayy, ayy)
I want you forever, even when we're not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever, uh (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say? It's complicated
Don't matter what you say, don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say? It's complicated (Damn)
[Verse 2]
I can't explain it, I love the pain (Ayy, ayy)
And I love the way that your breath numbs me like novocaine
And we are always high (Ooh), keep it strange
Okay, yeah, I'm insane, but you the same
Let me paint the picture, uh (Yeah), couch by the kitchen, ayy (Yeah)
Nothin' but your heels on, losin' our religion (Mm)
You're my pretty little vixen and I'm that voice inside your head
That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say
And you said
[Pre-Chorus]
I want you forever, even when we're not together (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever, like (Ayy, ayy)
I want you forever, even when we're not together (Oh)
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever, uh (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don't think that I can explain it
What can I say? It's complicated
Don't matter what you say, don't matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can't explain it
What can I say? It's complicated
[Bridge]
The way we love is so unique (Ayy, ayy)
And when we touch, I'm shivering
And no one has to get it, just you and me (Right)
'Cause we're just living between the sheets (You said)
[Pre-Chorus]
I want you forever, even when we're not together (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever, like
I want you forever, even when we're not together (Ayy, real talk, oh)
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever, yeah (Oh, baby)
[Chorus]
Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? (Am I? Am I?)
If you only knew the bad things I like (If you only knew)
Don't think that I can explain it (Yeah)
What can I say? It's complicated (Yeah)
Don't matter what you say, don't matter what you do (Do, do)
I only wanna do bad things to you (Yeah)
So good, that you can't explain it (So good; oh, baby)
What can I say? It's complicated
|
Bad Things
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Chorus]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home (Let's go)
Someone take me
[Verse 1]
Look, I didn't power through the struggle
Just to let a little trouble, knock me out of my position
And interrupt the vision
After everything I witnessed, after all of these decisions
All these miles, feet, inches
They can't add up to the distance
That I have been through, just to get to
A place where even if there's no closure, I'm still safe
I still ache from tryin' to keep pace
Somebody give me a sign, I'm startin' to lose faith
[Pre-Chorus]
Now tell me, how did all my dreams turn to nightmares?
How did I lose it when I was right there?
Now I'm so far that it feels like it's all gone to pieces
Tell me why the world never fights fair
I'm tryna find
[Chorus]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home (It's been a long time coming)
Someone take me (Oh)
[Post-Chorus]
Home, oh, oh, oh
Home, home
Someone take me
Home, oh, oh, oh
Home, home
[Verse 2]
Look, I've been through so much pain
And it's hard to maintain any smile on my face
'Cause there's madness on my brain
So I gotta make it back, but my home ain't on the map
Gotta follow what I'm feelin' to discover where it's at
I need the (Memory)
In case this fate is forever, just to be sure these last days are better
And if I have any (Enemies)
To give me the strength to look the devil in the face and make it home safe
[Chorus]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Someone take me
[Bridge]
I found no cure for the loneliness
I found no cure for the sickness
Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I'm all alone
I found no cure for the loneliness (Oh-oh)
I found no cure for the sickness
Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I'm all alone
Someone take me
[Outro]
Home, oh, oh, oh
Take me home (Take me home), home
Someone take me
Home (Baby, I need it; somebody, somebody), oh, oh, oh (Ain't no place like home)
Home (Take me home), home
Someone take me
|
Home
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Verse 1]
Okay
The simulation just went bad
But you're the best I ever had
Like handprints in wet cement
She touched me, it's permanent
[Pre-Chorus]
In my head, in my head
I couldn't hear anything you said, but
In my head, in my head
I'm callin' you "girlfriend," what the fuck?
[Chorus]
I don't do fake love
But I'll take some from you tonight
I know I've got to go
But I might just miss the flight
I can't stay forever, let's play pretend
And treat this night like it'll happen again
You'll be my bloody valentine tonight
[Verse 2]
I'm overstimulated and I'm sad
I don't expect you to understand
It's nothing less than true romance
Or am I just makin' a mess?
[Pre-Chorus]
In my head, in my head
I'm lyin' naked with you, yeah
In my head, in my head
I'm ready to die holding your hand
[Chorus]
I don't do fake love
But I'll take some from you tonight (Take some from you tonight)
I know I've got to go
But I might just miss the flight
I can't stay forever, let's play pretend
And treat this night like it'll happen again
You'll be my bloody valentine tonight
[Bridge]
I can't hide
How I feel about you inside
I'd give everything up tonight
If I could just have you, be mine
Be mine, baby
I can't hide (I cannot hide these feelings, no)
How I feel about you inside (I cannot hide these feelings)
I'd give everything up tonight (I'd give up everything for you)
If I could just have you, be mine (I'd give up everything)
Be mine (Ayy)
[Outro]
No-no-no, no-no-no
No-no-no, not just tonight
No-no-no, no-no-no
No-no-no, not just tonight
No-no-no, no-no-no
No-no-no, not just tonight
No-no-no, no-no-no (In my head, in my head)
No-no-no, not just tonight
(Were we on time? Should we try—)
|
bloody valentine
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Verse 1]
Punch that motherfucker in the face
You hated what he said, right?
Beat his ass, leave him at the stoplight
I know you wanted change, but nobody's around
So, kick him again while he's on the ground, yo
I'll never be the same
I wanna know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?
I need someone to blame (Take it!)
And I see somebody talkin' with a mouth that's full of teeth I wanna break (Go)
[Chorus]
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
They tried to kill me in the rain
Tried to lay me down and so I dodged and ran away
Put a gun up to my face, so I'll fuckin' catch a case (A case)
When I find this mothеrfucker, gonna lay him in his grave
All thesе fuckin' razorblades
I wanna know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?
I won't ever be the same
I bit the fuckin' apple, I'm surrounded by some snakes (CORPSE)
[Chorus]
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight (Yeah, yeah), fight
[Bridge]
Sdnah ydoolb
Bloody
Sdnah ydoolb
[Verse 3]
I prayed to God and then I went to sleep with bloody hands
Inside my room, I heard the sirens from the ambulance
I chipped my tooth and then I found a piece inside my pants
He talkin' shit, when he wake up, I go do that again
I came back
I wanna know if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?
If a pussy wanna say shit, then I'll fuckin' stomp his face in
Nah, not getting better, can't change it, I left blood all on the pavement
I'm on borrowed time, can't shake it, uh, blackout when I'm ragin', uh
Me and all these pills be on a fuckin' first name basis, uh
There's an invisible voice that is talkin' to me and it's always tellin' me to kill
I got a problem with separating what my head is creating from things that are real
I'm in a room, hyperventilating and debating to pop off the cap of these pills
If I get angry, I'm goin' to start up a riot like people on Capitol Hill
[Outro]
The end
|
DAYWALKER!
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Chorus]
Watch me take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night
Catch me, I'm the one on the run away from the headlights
No sleep, up all week, wasting time with people I don't like
I think something's fucking wrong with me
[Verse 1]
Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all
I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call
I've been hearing silence on the other side for way too long
I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that something's wrong, but
I guess it's just my life and I can take it if I wanna
But I cannot hide in hills of California
Because these hills have eyes, and I got paranoia
I hurt myself sometimes, is that too scary for you?
[Chorus]
Watch me take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night
Catch me, I'm the one on the run away from the headlights
No sleep, up all week, wasting time with people I don't like
I think that something's fucking wrong with me
[Verse 2]
Roll me up and smoke me, love
And we can fly into the night
Roll me up and smoke me, love
And we can fly into the night
You take drugs (Take drugs) to let go (To let go)
And figure it all out on your own
Take drugs (Take drugs) on gravestones (On gravestones)
To figure it all out on your own
[Outro]
Find me alone at midnight
Inside my mind, tryna get things right
(Something's fucking wrong with me)
They want to keep you calling
So you don't wake in the morning
(Something's fucking wrong with me)
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, yeah (Goodnight)
Find me alone at midnight (Goodnight)
Inside my mind, tryna get things right (Goodnight)
They want to keep you calling (Goodnight)
So you don't wake in the morning
|
I Think I’m OKAY
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
Turn my vocals up, alright
[Verse 1]
I wrote this song as a message for help
On behalf of anybody findin' their-self
I wrote this letter to numb your pain
'Cause everyday I wake up, I'm feelin' the same
I got issues just like you got issues
I've been hurt, I seen the scar tissue
If I showed you, would you run away?
Do I gotta hide 'em for you to wanna stay?
Do I, even need you? Should I leave you?
Do I, gotta be you, just to please you?
Do I, say I'm all good, when I bleed you
Through my heart? Quit tearin' mine apart
[Chorus]
I shout, I swear, I get angry, I get scared
I fall, I break, I mess up, I make mistakes
But if you can't take me at my worst
You don't deserve me at my best
[Post-Chorus]
Gotta keep it goin', gotta keep my head up, uh
Gotta keep it goin', gotta keep my head up, uh
I gotta keep it goin', gotta keep my head up
'Cause life is about...
Aight check this out
[Verse 2]
Life is about makin' mistakes
It's also about trying to be great
Do not let failure scare you away
I know you fed up, you fall, get up
It's all in us, I can speak about it 'cause I did it (true)
Ladies and gentlemen, here's the exhibit
It's my life, look a little closer, you can see the highlight
Gold ain't always golden but I told 'em
Look at all the years I've been waitin' for a moment
Shed a lot of tears just to smile in the mornin'
Tell me could you love me? Tell me could you love me?
Tell me could you love me if I told you...
[Bridge]
This song's for anybody
Who feels like I did, never the cool kid
This song's for anybody
Who fought their way through, always remained true
This song's for anybody
The one's who trying to get it, the one's who dream it and live it
This song's for anybody
This song, this song, this song, this song, this song, this song
[Chorus]
Ohh, I shout, I swear, I get angry, I get scared
I fall, I break, I mess up, I make mistakes
But if you can't take me at my worst
You don't deserve me at my best
[Post-Chorus]
Gotta keep it goin', gotta keep my head up, uh
Gotta keep it goin', gotta keep my head up, uh
I gotta keep it goin', gotta keep my head up
'Cause life is about...
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At My Best
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
All alone in the glass house
Lie awake 'til the sun's out
Pink sky when you come down
M3 in the driveway
Caffeine for the heartache
Never wanna have it my way
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I fuck up and lose control
Burned so many bridges, got nowhere to go
Bitches got these motives like Anna Nicole
I'm smoking cigarettes alone until it burn a hole
In my lungs, in my soul, in my denim coat
Same place I'ma keep that knife if I'ma slit my throat
This shit ugly, I was just with Nipsey, now he ghost
They even got my homie Pete out here, like, fuck the jokes
Damn
[Refrain]
All alone in the glass house (Just keep it going)
Lie awake 'til the sun's out
Pink sky when you come down
Sometimes I wanna fucking scream or run away, I don't know
[Verse 2]
Ayy, life's been hard since seventeen
I've been through hell, I think I'm somewhere in-between
Caught in purgatory, I can paint the scene
Everything turned to a nightmare from a dream
Look, wish Lil Peep and me had spoke, but I can't get that back
Just came from Pittsburgh, damn, I miss my homie Mac
Yeah, last time I got off the stage, I looked Chester in the face
But now he gone and ain't no going back, uh
[Chorus]
Why don't you throw me in the damn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the damn flame
I'm waiting on the rain to come and wash it all away
Why don't you throw me in the damn flame?
Bury me in gold chains
Throw me in the damn flame
[Verse 3]
Lately I've been sick of living and nobody knows how I'm really feeling
I always hated to smile, but it keep what is killing me hidden inside
I didn't sign up to be the hero, but I don't want to wind up a villain
I put my daughter to bed, then attempted to kill myself in the kitchen
Yeah, I should've screamed, but nobody listened
So I passed out with the blood dripping
In this glass house, feeling like a prison
Me and death keep tongue-kissing
I just fell out with my lil' bro, the life getting to us
The drink getting to us, the drugs getting to us
It's highway to hell and everybody knew it
The fuck are we doing? I'm feeling like
[Outro]
All alone in the glass house
Lie awake 'til the sun's out
Pink sky when you come down
M3 in the driveway
Caffeine for the heartache
Never wanna have it my way
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Glass House
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth (Kells), I need Os
[Verse 1]
I'm a Eastside Cleveland wild boy, Eastside Cleveland wild boy
We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like Cowboys (Blah)
You a "white-flag, throw-that-towel" boy, I'm a "jump-right-in-that-crowd" boy (Ah)
You a "shh, keep-it-down" boy, and I'm a "fuck-you, blow-that-loud" boy
All I know is how to kill every one of my cells
All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells
I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail
But I'm in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel (Go)
Bring it back into the States, put it on a scale (Go)
Measure it at half a eighth, put it in a shell (Go)
Split it, then I roll it, then light it up like it's Independence Day
I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snapback with my city on it (Yeah), text back with your titties on it (Yeah)
Levi's, put your kitty on it (Yeah), start grindin' like the Clipse is on it (Woo)
Drink it 'til I get pissy, biatch, smoke it 'til I get dizzy, biatch
Lose control like Missy, but I'm a Bad Boy 'cause I'm with Diddy, bitch! (Oh, oh)
[Pre-Chorus]
There he go, that's John Doe (Oh, oh)
There he go, that's John Doe (Oh, oh)
Yeah, there he go, that's John Doe
Nevermind, that's just Kells with that heat
No LeBron, though
[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need Os
[Verse 2]
Brick Squad, uh-oh, here come that bullshit (Flocka, Flocka)
Beat a nigga ass 'til the DJ stop the music
They say they want that wild shit, mosh pit
Dive up in the crowd, bitch, I'm so mothafuckin' violent
(Yeah, bitch) Yeah, bitch, I'm with Steve-O (Baw)
We bustin' bottles with bad bitches, blowin' weed smoke
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, I'm with Steve-O
Royal Rumble in the club, John Ce-No (Woo)
I'm screamin' "Riverdale" everywhere I go (Uh)
I throw them bands, ho (Ho), drop it low (Baw)
Fuck 5-0 (Fuck), I make my own rules (Hahahaha)
Suck my dragon balls, bitch, call me Goku
(Yeah) This liquor got the best of me
(Yeah; no) This liquor got the best of me
Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka, that's the recipe
You gon' need King Kong if you step to me
[Bridge]
Yeah, Cobain's back, yeah, Cobain's back
Got these crazy white boys yellin', "Cobain's back"
I call my weed Nirvana, smells like Teen Spirit
And my pack's so fuckin' loud you can't hear it (What?)
Ah
[Outro]
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy (Wild boy)
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Wild Boy
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
Ayy
You know my ex, so that makes it all feel complicated, yeah
(It all seems complicated)
I read those texts that you sent to yours, but I'll never say it, yeah
(I'll never say—)
[Verse 1]
You walked in my life at 2 a.m.
'Cause my boy's new girl is your best friend
Act like you don't see me, we'll play pretend
Your eyes already told me what you never said
Now we're in the backseat of the black car, goin' home
When she asked me, "Is it wrong if I come up with you?"
We're both drunk on the elevator
When I kiss you for the first time in New York City, uh
[Chorus]
I swear to God, I never fall in love
Then you showed up and I can't get enough of it
I swear to God, I never fall in love
I never fall in love, but I can't get enough of it (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
First off, I'm not sorry, I won't apologize to nobody
You play like I'm invisible, girl, don't act like you ain't saw me
Last year was a mess and how I acted was beyond me
But the past still revolves me, you text me, I ain't responding
But now shit's done changed
Go our separate ways
But look at this damage you did to me
I still want nothin' to do between you and me
Please don't say nothin', it all sounds untrue to me
We don't got nothin' to say, hey
[Chorus]
I swear to God, I never fall in love
Then you showed up and I can't get enough of it
I swear to God, I never fall in love
I never fall in love, but I can't get enough of it (Yeah)
I swear to God (I swear to God), I never fall in love
Then you showed up and I can't get enough of it (I can't get enough of you)
I swear to God (I swear to God), I never fall in love (In love)
I never fall in love, but I can't get enough of it (I can't get enough of it, yeah)
[Outro]
You know my ex, so that makes it all feel complicated, yeah
(It all seems complicated)
I read those texts that you sent to yours, but I'll never say it, yeah
(I'll never say—)
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my ex’s best friend
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Verse 1]
Okay, I lost my job last night (Last night)
Picked up my paycheck
But thirty-five percent of it gone already 'cause uncle Sam ain't get paid yet (Nah)
Mom and them bitchin' 'bout this rent, I ain't even gon' say shit
And half of what is left goes to her (Why?)
'Cause I ain't use that latex, damn
Cheese sandwich and chips (Meal)
Slim just spilled his drink in my Toyota '96 (Wheels)
Well, at least that blunt is lit
Don't they say life is what you make it? (They do)
Then I'm tryna make it money
And ride through my hood, clean as Easter Sunday, that's what's up, uh
[Chorus]
All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
All my dreamers put your hands in the sky, one time (Uh)
All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
All my dreamers put your hands in the sky, one time
For the bullshit that you came from, worked hard to get away from
But the devil's there and you just can't seem to shake 'em, two times
For them long nights that you stayed up, thinkin' 'bout that paper
Crush it, lick it, split it, light it, blaze up
From the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner
Just the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Parents aren't doin' much now since little brother got locked up
And I'm stuck smokin' this mid, waitin' for the weed man to get stocked up
And my girl cancelled on me, said somethin' else popped up
And I can't get with my ex now 'cause her ring finger all rocked up, damn
No one likes you when you're twenty-three without a plan
Sit around in apartments all day, smokin' weed
And I'm like, "Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe"
'Til I skrrt out in my Subaru and in the rear view is them lights (I'm talkin' 'bout)
Red, white, blue (Blue), same color as our flag (Okay)
The ones that they say salute, but the ones that's whoopin' my ass (Goddamn)
And the same days that I'm happy is the same days that I'm mad
'Cause I can't go twenty-four hours without shit happenin' to my ass, get high
[Chorus]
All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
All my dreamers put your hands in the sky, one time
All my dreamers put your hands in the sky
All my dreamers put your hands in the sky, one time
For the bullshit that you came from, worked hard to get away from (Uh-huh)
But the devil's there and you just can't seem to shake 'em, two times
For them long nights that you stayed up, thinkin' 'bout that paper
Crush it, lick it, split it, light it, blaze up
From the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner
Just the mind of a stoner, from the mind of a stoner
Simple thoughts from a loner, simple thoughts from a loner, oh
[Outro]
Rollin' up this weed (Simple thoughts from a loner, oh)
Thinkin' about life
And you know what?
I'm good, yeah
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Mind of a Stoner
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
We, we not asking motherfuckers to care about us
We just lettin' motherfuckers know we coming
It's real, it's a real motherfuckin' movement
Whether you like it or not
Whether you support it or not
It's a real motherfuckin' movement, man
It's Cleveland, man (Yeah, Kells)
[Verse 1]
I am the alpha omega, black flag swinger
Fuck a driveway, I'm in airplane hangars
Me and my gang poppin' champagne like players
For all of them days with no lights and no cable
No one can save you, my city fatal
Make it up out of it, how can they hate you?
C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D's the greatEST
I'll light this bitch, I make it look like it's Vegas
We on, motherfucker, we on
The first one to blow since Bone
Thinkin' back when I had a backpack full of fat raps
Didn't no one wanna hear my song
Motherfucker, y'all wrong, motherfucker, y'all wrong
Made it and I never left home
Where I'm from enemies bust off their shells like King Koopa (Bah)
Roll through these streets come up, gone like Bermuda (Uh)
I'm just a boy in the hood like I'm Cuba
So soon as I moved out, I bought me a Ruger
You come to my house, you blow loud as a tuba
I bring your bitch here, she'll go down like a scuba
All of y'all shits out of style like a scooter
Put all of y'all shits in the ditch like a sewer
Make all of y'all bow like my name is Anubis
Talk out your medulla get hit with bazookas, bah
[Chorus]
(Bitch) I am the alpha, I am the omega
(What?) I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ah) I am the alpha, I am the omega
(Ayy) I am the alpha, I am the omega
[Verse 2]
Look, if you ain't living your life, then you dead (Dead)
And sleep is its cousin so I shot my bed
Paranoia got me using these meds
Now I'm Smokey as Chris on a Friday like Craig
Retract that statement, I'm stoney as Fred
Evacuate when my homies get mad
You better pray to your God for a blessing
Before they make your world look like Armageddon
Knew I was trouble since I was eleven
Ripped up my jeans and I bought me a leather
My friends saw me as a King like Coretta
My dad saw his son as a nuisance, a rebel, and ah
My music sounds like the devil
Turn that shit off or get out of my temple
Right after that he go back to his Ketel One vodka
And drink it all up 'til he's mental
I have no issue, I am official
Let them come at me, I practice jiu-jitsu
Only fear two things with three letters, dog
That's G-O-D, God, and my fucking initials (Uh)
Doctors called up to the news to report to them what they discovered (What they discovered)
Said I'm the first of a species that they call a real motherfucker (Kells)
And I'm sorry if you get a lot of hits from all my followers
If you acknowledge us in any other way the positive
But you shouldn't be hollerin' or talkin' about Superman
When you're living in Metropolis (Woo)
And if you follow astronomy, I'm a Taurus
That means I don't give a fuck what you thought of me
I walk into an interview lookin' like a lobotomy
Flippin' my middle finger at everybody who watchin' us (Uh)
F-f-fuck that, bring the beat back
Kill this instrumental leave the body where the reef at
Nah, fuck that, where the keef at?
Sprinkle a little bit on a quarter of my weed sack
Give me a minute, I took a hit, I'm tryna focus like astigmatism
My competition on my dick, they like the zip on my denim
They want the heat, I light 'em up like I put cigarettes in 'em, you bitch (Uh)
What-what-what's your religion?
I wanna know what God you're seein' in a couple of seconds
I wanna see the criticism about my lyricism
When I'm in your face rippin' this rhythm up like cannibalism
It's Kells
[Outro]
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you sayin'?
Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you sayin'?
Fuck is you sayin'? (Yeah) Fuck is you sayin'?
I am the alpha omega, the fuck is you sayin'?
EST run shit, you better quit playin'
They start a war if you mention my name
I'm the alpha omega, beginning and end
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Alpha Omega
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Verse 1]
Girl, I know, I know you bought me the watch
You ain't get it back though
My name on the back though
I flipped the lock to the back door
And took the key under the mat though
I know you hate that
But you did some things that you cannot take back
I needed change
Left a nickel for a dime, that is a payback
"What you saying?"
Bitch, I'm over you and I ain't playing
Should've been a one night stand
But here we go again
[Chorus]
I wish that I loved you
Or that I cared (Right, right)
Or that I'd even give a damn if you were here
But you're gone, so it's fuck you (Fuck you, fuck you)
I'm a player (Yeah, yeah)
I am everything that you wanted, but you're scared
I wish I could say I loved you (Say I loved you)
Or that I cared (Right, right)
Or that I'd even give a damn if you were here
But you're gone, so it's fuck you (Fuck you, fuck you)
I'm a player (Yeah, yeah)
I am everything that you wanted, but you're scared
[Verse 2]
Ayy, please never call me
Do not mention me in any stories
Do not show up at the homie's party
Come up to me and then say, "I'm sorry"
You're just a, you just a, hold up, let me stop
The Henny shots got the petty talk coming
I don't wanna have them thoughts running
Can't believe that I bust in a thot's stomach
Fuck is wrong with you?
I don't even get along with you (Not even a little bit)
But the head was phenomenal
Used to do that in the car with you (Haha, true)
Used to travel 'round the world
Just for the rendezvous (Come through)
Now I gotta get high just to deal with you
These are the chronicles
[Bridge]
(Yeah, yeah)
(I wish that I loved you)
[Chorus]
I wish that I loved you
Or that I cared (Right, right)
Or that I'd even give a damn if you were here
But you're gone, so it's fuck you (Fuck you, fuck you)
I'm a player (Yeah, yeah)
I am everything that you wanted, but you're scared
I wish I could say I loved you (Say I loved you)
Or that I cared (Right, right)
Or that I'd even give a damn if you were here
But you're gone, so it's fuck you (Fuck you, fuck you)
I'm a player (Yeah, yeah)
I am everything that you wanted
Everything that you wanted
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The Break Up
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
Let me take my fuckin' bracelet off
[Chorus]
You want me to forget you
Okay, forget me too
You tell me you hate me, baby
Yeah, I bet you do
[Verse 1]
Damn
I saw you walk in the room and I tried my best
Not to panic while I'm lookin' for the back door
I smelled the perfume and it's obvious
I'm gonna stay and put my key in the bag more
I can't, I can't, I can't pretend to forget
You're the reason I punched a hole in the wall back home
And then, and then, and then a couple hours later
We're in room 29 at The Chateau
[Pre-Chorus]
I left before you woke up
I don't feel right (Seeing you sober)
[Chorus]
You want me to forget you
Okay, forget me too
You tell me you hate me, baby
Yeah, I bet you do
I'm keepin' you waiting
But I won't wait on you
Want me to forget you
Okay, forget me too
[Verse 2]
I've wasted so much time
Waitin' around for your phone calls every night
My bad dreams are silk-screened
'Cause I taste blood when you bleed
It's eating me alive
We'd both be better off alone
Still think I'd get you on the phone
With one last breath in me
I'd die before I let you leave
[Pre-Chorus]
You left before I woke up
Why don't I ever see you sober?
[Chorus]
You want me to forget you
Okay, forget me too
You tell me you hate me, baby
Yeah, I bet you do
I'm keepin' you waiting
But I won't wait on you
You want me to forget you
Okay, forget me too
[Bridge]
Hey you
Tell me why you do the things that make me
Hate you
It's an emotional kaleidoscope when I
Face you
Permanent calligraphy, I just
Tattooed
Your name on me forever, fuck
[Chorus]
You want me to forget you
Okay, forget me too
You tell me you hate me, baby
Yeah, I bet you do
I'm keepin' you waiting (Waiting)
But I won't wait on you
You want me to forget you
Okay, forget me too
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forget me too
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Verse 1]
Backpack? Fuck that
I was always hanging where the thugs at
I was always hanging with the rugrats
Someone come and show me where the drugs at
Someone come and pop on a hot song, meaning my shit, get an iPhone take a video and make it last long get some popcorn because I murder every single instrumental that I get on
And a muthafucka isn't gonna stop the shit
Until I make an album like a 2pacalypse
Until I'm killing everybody like in Auschwitz
Until I'm revolutionary like a Gandhi is
Until I'm poppin' all these bottles to accomplishments
Until I'm always hot no matter what the climate is
Until whenever somebody is feeling talkative my name is brought up, doesn't matter what the topic is
Didn't think I rap? Bitch I flow like "boom boom bap"
Bitch I come from where you never moved at
Look into my room get a view, look at my past
God damn
Got weed, got jack, oxy's? Had that
Got Jimi, got Slash, got shrooms, got hash
Bipolar syndrome, kicked in, got mad
Walked on the red carpet like kiss my ass you bitch
(More Sound Clips of Various People talking about MGK)
He was truly the only developed on-point performer on the bill
If you know anything about lyricists, then you know who MGK is
I need a freestyle, I need to hear Machine Gun Kelly spit
[Verse 2]
Fuck that, y'all don't gotta hear shit
Ask anybody in the 216 if my name rings bells in them bricks
"Man everybody know who that is"
What you hate, boy? You late, boy
You ain't heard about that great boy?
3 letter name cacausian boy
Used to live right there up the way, boy
You heard about him, you've said the name
You saw the iTunes and clicked to play
You liked the shit and you bought the shit
Put him on the playlist right next to Jay
Then your girl saw me, I signed her tits
And she disappeared you couldn't find the bitch
Then your heart stopped you know what time it is
I put my dick in her common sense
Fuck boy you lonely
Fuck boy you phony
You would think these fuck boys fucking boys with the way that they be all on me
If it ain't EST in your mouth...then whatever you rep is corny
Got a new single without me on it? That shit's boring, bitch I'm snoring
Man I'm touring every damn day
I showed y'all how to turn up
100 j's in my ashtray bitch I showed y'all how to burn up
I sacrificed what y'all wouldn't give to these kids and now you love fans?
None of these rappers got a movement tell 'em quit jocking my ass
God damn...
And y'all can have the bloggers I don't type shit
God gave me both these hands to fight with
Wassup!?
Now say goodnight quick because my right fist's like Vicodin
Might just throw you on the ground like dices
Might just go into the pocket with your license, get a wallet and a couple dollars, buy nice shit
Dyke bitches all over my dick, that's priceless
I just fuck 'em if they're wet like Pisces
Wives is jealous of the bitch I'm with cause they almost F'd like D-...get it?
Digest every little word I'm spittin' cause it's food for thought so pay attention
Better listen, I’m on a mission to killing off all of my competition and if you are with that then good riddance muthafucka!
(Outro Talking - More Various Interview Sound Clips)
Now Machine Gun Kelly seems like somebody you would diss, lyrically I wouldn't think you'd like Machine Gun Kelly
What are you trying to say, he's wack or something?
He is wack
He's not wack
He's better than 80% of the rappers out there
It must be nice being MGK right now
The rapper recently released what he says to be the true meaning of his Lace Up movement
If there was ever a musical speaker that I could put out there for my personality, Machine Gun Kelly was it
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Breaking News
|
Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
JP Did This 1
[Verse 1]
Kells, this is a real rapper's theme music
Bitch, sing to it
This how you cook up some dope with no powder
Don't turn on that stove, just turn this shit up louder
Black Eddie Bauer, mask on my face
Like I'm ready to take what is yours 'cause it's ours
Y'all stole my style, I shit on you like bowels
And take all your princesses, bitch, I am Bowser
Fuck superpowers, I got this weed
Gun on my hip, dawg, that's all that I need
I don't play games, man, I'm not in no league
And I don't drop no names but bitch, I am from Cleve-land
D-D-D-Damn, someone tell Britney we did it again
I hear Pooh Gutta acquitted again
And my bank account holding 6 digits again
Pour out some Henn'
This for the ones who ain't make it
This for the ones who ain't make it
Focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness
Point it at me and see greatness
Ray need a Benz, Dub need a all-black Mercedes
Tezo need all white, he racist
But homie, I'm sayin'
I need a penthouse that's vacant
Arab money, salaam alaikum
The beast is awaken, pick up your shotty
My bitch is a murderer, she got a body
She got that brain, summa cum laude
My city the jungle, don't take that safari
It's lions, it's tigers, gangsters, disciples
Lords, Judases, shanks and them rifles
Whores who swear that they live by the Bible
And friends who think they deserve more than entitled
And that's why I—
[Chorus]
(Sail) Up out of the ghetto
Away from the mornings where snow in that shovel
(Sail) Up out of this level
I'm tryna be number one, why would I settle?
(Sail) Gone to the new world
No Pinta, no Nina, no Santa Maria
(Sail) Still keep it hood with my peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria
[Verse 2]
Uh, drank in my cup
Workin' my wrist, I be spankin' my slut
Juggle my nuts
Use your two hands while I juggle these fucks
But that's zero, it's none
My hands busy holding middle fingers up
I don't do two things: that's love and that's trust
And I don't hate y'all, I'm just fuckin' with us
And that's word to Nipsey
My hustle's mean, I can sell bats to Ken Griffey
I'm like Lionel Richie, my fans have me touring 'til 2050
This cycle is evil
This verse is for Tino
One time for my people
And fuck all these fakers
Can't wait 'til you back on your feet, the streets need you
[Chorus]
(Sail) Up out of the ghetto
Away from the mornings where snow in that shovel
(Sail) Up out of this level
I'm tryna be number one, why would I settle?
(Sail) Gone to the new world
No Pinta, no Nina, no Santa Maria
(Sail) And still keep it hood with my peers, sippin' Carlos Rossi Sangria, Kells
[Outro]
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, oh
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Sail
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Machine Gun Kelly
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[Intro]
I feel you in these walls
You're a cold air creepin' in
Chill me to my bones and skin
I heard you down the hall
But it's vacant when I'm looking in
Oh, who let you in?
You walk around like you own the place
But you never say anything
I caught you walkin' straight through my walls
Guess it was all my fault
I think I let you in
[Verse]
Look (Yeah, yeah)
You said I never wrote a song for you
So I hope this one is haunting you
You said even if it took forever
That me and you would be together
And I never thought that you would lie
So I admit I took advantage of your precious time
I admit I took advantage of you every night that I was on the road
Even at home, I wouldn't do you right
I'll admit it, but don't think for a minute
I'ma let you convince me that what we started is finished
Or for a second that I wouldn't take a bullet to the head for you
Paint the bottom of my floor red for you
Kissed by an angel, touched by the devil
Blood from a nose, red as a rose petal
I think we're caught up in a power trip
She my Kate Moss, I'm her Johnny Depp
Life of a fast life in the fast lane
Lights in the cab, nights drinkin' champagne
Ice make it last, ice for the back pain
With the knife on the dash, pipe with the ashtray
And we fuck with the lights off, break a lamp shade
Did it twice in the room, once in the matinée, uh
Hide all the fresh wounds like a band-aid
With the stripes on the black suits for the campaign, uh
What a damn shame
King of the underworld, what a damn name
'Cause he killed all the other girls in the damn frame
For a queen that he never realized had fangs
Damn, do you feel what I'm sayin'?
Take a knife in the back, wanna feel my pain
Make a slice to the wrist to reveal those veins
I could see your face, man, I feel insane
[Chorus]
Never thought that I would feel like this (Yeah)
Such a mess when I'm in your presence
I've had enough, think you've been making me sick
Gotta get you out of my system, yeah
It's my house, I think it's time to get out
It's my soul, it isn't yours anymore
It's my house, I think it's time to get out
Yeah, I think it's time to get out
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, woah-oh-oh
Yeah, I think it's time to get out
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in these walls (my house)
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Verse 1]
I'm writing you this message just so I can say that I love you
I had to let you know that everything about me was you, yeah
I think it's time for me to leave, but I'll never leave you
I just looked at your pictures, so the last thing I did was see you
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm twenty-nine, my anxiety's eating me alive
I'm fightin' with myself and my sobriety every night
And last time I couldn't barely open up my eyes, I apologize
[Chorus]
I'm not gonna lie and tell you it's alright, it's alright
You're gonna cry and baby, that's alright, it's alright
I wrote you this song to keep when I'm gone
If you ever feel alone
You're gonna cry and baby, that's alright, it's alright
[Verse 2]
I hope you get to go to all the places that I showed you
When I was on the road and couldn't be home to hold you
Part of me doesn't want this cruel world to know you
So just try and keep in mind everything that I told you
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm twenty-nine, and society's eating me alive
I'm fighting what comes with this notoriety every night
This is the last time I'll ever open up my eyes, I apologize
[Bridge]
And I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you, yeah
And I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you
And I'll miss you (I'll miss you), I'll miss you (I'll miss you)
I'll miss you (I'll miss you), I'll miss you, yeah
And I'll miss you (I'll miss you), I'll miss you (I'll miss you)
I'll miss you (I'll miss you), I'll miss you
[Outro]
And I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you, yeah
And I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I'll miss you
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play this when i’m gone
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Guitar]
[Intro]
Am I loud and clear?
[Verse 1]
Or do I gotta scream
Like I did every day when I was a troubled teen, huh?
Do you wanna know my past
And see every single scar, know what they mean, huh?
Seventeen running up in Mickey D's
Begging for a double cheese, huh
Singing, "I don't wanna grow up
Don't nobody like you when you're twenty-three"
I came from nothing but a fucking unsupportive father I don't ever see
I had to watch a crooked jury put my brother in a penitentiary
I never fit in, criticism made me the man I couldn't be
I'm reminiscing on when life was different
Spending every day at Chuck E. Cheese, uh
[Chorus]
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor, I'll slave 'til the end
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance
I've been here so long
[Verse 2]
Maybe I should run away
Try to find a summer day
What is love? Love is pain
Love is butterflies and stomach aches
Love is looking out a windowpane
Tears dripping, looking like you in the rain
For someone you don't even know
But for somebody you may never see again, uh
I am only alive once
And I'ma die when God wants
So fill the sky with diamonds
'Cause that's how it's gon' look when I'm gone
Had a vision as a kid that one day
I would change the world with my song
Several years have passed and now that vision came to life
That boy's a fucking icon
[Chorus]
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor, I'll slave 'til the end
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance
[Bridge]
Sometimes I don't want to fucking wake up
When all they wanna do is bring me down
And all the things I went through as I came up
Are the fucking reasons why I run this town
[Chorus]
We live on front porches and swing life away (And to all my fans)
We get by just fine here on minimum wage (I told you, woo)
If love is a labor, I'll slave 'til the end ('Til the end)
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance
We live on front porches and swing life away (All my dreamers)
We get by just fine here on minimum wage (Stay real)
If love is a labor, I'll slave 'til the end (And to my love)
And I'll run these streets if you give me a chance (Stay here)
[Outro]
Swing life away (And what we do?)
Swing life away (Yeah, what we do?)
Swing life away (Yeah)
Swing life away (And we just)
Swing life away (Let's swing life away)
Swing life away (Let's swing life away)
Swing life away (Let's swing life away)
Swing life away
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Swing Life Away
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
One time for the city, my city
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from The Land till I die (Till I die), till I die
On the East Side till I die (Till I die), till I die
Bumpin' that Bone Thugs till I die (Till I die), till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die (Till I die), CLE till I die, ho
[Post-Chorus]
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Puttin' on, puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Puttin' on, puttin' on (Puttin' on)
E-erry'where I go I'm puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Puttin' on, puttin' on (Puttin' on)
E-erry'where I go I'm puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Puttin' on (Puttin' on)
[Verse 1]
(Kells) Where you from?
Straight outta the motherfuckin' crib, ho
On 128th, me and Slim, doe
Dead broke, we were smoking mid, bro
Baby mama hollerin', "How we suppose to live, though?"
Fuck that, beat the game up quick, though (Bah)
Everybody in the team eating (Yeah)
Green meals, green leaves, it's the green season (Bitch, yeah)
Catch me on Lee, up at Sharks eating (Where?)
Whippin' with the hot sauce like I'm street leaguin', AND1, though
On the porch getting cut though
On first block with the blunt rolled (Bah), me and Dub-O
My city, my city
Been turned up from the jump though
[Post-Chorus]
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Puttin' on, puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Puttin' on, puttin' on (Puttin' on)
E-e-erry'where I go I'm puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Puttin' on, puttin' on (Puttin' on)
E-erry'where I go I'm puttin' on (Puttin' on)
Puttin' on (Puttin' on)
[Verse 2]
Where you from? Y'all know (Ho), y'all know (Ho)
It's tatted up on all my squad, ho (Squad)
I roll Js in a 12 inch RAW paper (Yeah)
Everyday I live life like Pablo (Pablo)
Y'all know (Ho), y'all know (Ho)
I'm tatted like I don't need jobs, ho (No)
Nobody's gonna stop me getting paper (Woo)
Everyday I feel like El Chapo (Boom)
I was getting high in the 6th grade (Yeah)
Throwing hands in the hall on the first day (Bah, bah)
Scared of one of my hoes gettin' knocked up (Damn)
Snatching purses in the mall, getting locked up (Damn)
Bitch, I needed paper, I needed paper (Yeah)
Dreamin' of the penthouse on the elevator (Kuh)
The hood taught me don't talk, just walk mine
Timbos on the curb by the stop sign (Kells)
[Bridge]
(E-e-e-erry'where I go I'm puttin' on)
East Side, West Side (Puttin' on, puttin' on)
Cleveland for life (Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on)
East Side, West Side (Puttin' on, puttin' on), ayy
(E-e-e-erry'where I go I'm puttin' on)
Uptown to down the way (Puttin' on)
Uptown to down the way (Puttin' on)
(E-e-e-erry'where I go I'm puttin' on)
EC to the Heights, all day (Puttin' on, puttin' on)
EC to the Heights, all day (Baby, haha)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm from The Land till I die (Till I die), till I die
On the East Side till I die (Till I die), till I die
Bumpin' that Bone Thugs till I die (Till I die), till I die
In the hood, I'm good till I die (Till I die), EST till I die, ho
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Till I Die
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Machine Gun Kelly
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[Intro]
(RONNY J, please turn me up)
[Verse 1]
Tell all my competition that I love 'em, but I brought 'em back just to kill 'em again
Tell all the listeners that I said fuck 'em if they thought I'd never be breathing again
I keep some drink in the cup in case anyone got some more beef, I can eat 'em again
I made a promise to beat they ass up like Adonis if I ever meet 'em again
[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck your big bro, uh
We the ones that got it when the rent's low
I make it happen again, I'm back to rappin' again, 808 slappin' again
Light it and pass it again, know what I'm packin' again, I'm an assassin again
[Chorus]
I shoot dice, yeah, gamble with my life, yeah (Yeah)
No invites, yeah, keep my circle tight, yeah
All my hoes, yeah, keep that sugar spice, yeah (Yeah)
For the bros, yeah, I do not think twice, yeah
[Verse 2]
I got a combination to a safe in the back of the bank that be storing my shit
Just had a conversation with a girl that I dated, now she out here whoring and shit
I got a reputation to be going and showing up 4 in the morning and shit
I had a altercation down in Florida, I threw his face on the floor of the shit
[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck a bitch, though, huh
Y'all ain't want us before we was rich, ho
I can't go back to this shit, I need a castle and shit, I'm on some Dracula shit
I used to have to heat up pans of water to shower
But y'all don't know half of this shit, no
[Verse 3]
Diablo
Stop the debate if my name isn't mentioned in this generation as one of the greatest
From lyrics to cadence, I changed the way rappers rock out on them stages, I saw people take it
And they were more famous, so I ain't get credit, I had to be patient
I know people hate me just by my appearance
You motherfuckers can't be serious, ayy
[Chorus]
I shoot dice, yeah, gamble with my life, yeah (Yeah)
No invites, yeah, keep my circle tight, yeah
All my hoes, yeah, keep that sugar spice, yeah (Yeah)
For the bros, yeah, I do not think twice, yeah
I shoot dice, yeah, gamble with my life, yeah (Yeah)
No invites, yeah, keep my circle tight, yeah
All my hoes, yeah, keep that sugar spice, yeah (Yeah)
For the bros, yeah, I do not think twice, yeah
[Outro]
Diablo
(El Diablo)
[Skit]
The last album was like a year and a half ago? (Yeah, 2016)
Yeah, oh, wow ('17, '17)
Oh, okay, yeah, yeah, you've had a whole lotta shit happen in-between then (Yeah)
A whole lotta shit
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el Diablo
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Machine Gun Kelly
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[Intro]
Voices in the air, I hear 'em loud and clear
Telling me to listen, whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare, I just wanna listen
[Verse 1]
As my world turns, the heart beats
Not only in my chest, but the heart in these streets
So when they feel this, they feel me
But I can't feel nothin' outside these draped beats
I am from the city of evil, came from the bottom
Standin' on top of what's supposed to be my coffin
What's up? (Hey)
Inception shows me as a dead man walkin'
But reflections shows this kid's still got it
Let it be known I got the throne
Like I don't know that there's a king
Never grew up around a family
'Cause I'm not a human bein'
And anyone under my level that's comin' at my spot for the top
Let 'em have it, 'cause when I leave, the whole world drops
Lace Up, Kells
[Chorus]
I hear voices in the air, hear it loud and clear
Telling me to listen, whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare, I just wanna listen
Telling me I'm invincible
I'm invincible, I'm invincible, oh, oh
Just telling me I'm invincible
I'm invincible, I'm invincible, oh, oh, I am
[Verse 2]
Wakin' up sweatin' from the stress of bein' caged down
Everything I write is played out, like, what is this?
Tear the whole page out
Man, I come from holes in the wall, but they don't know the past
Even if I told them it all, they wouldn't know the half
So maybe I fill up my luggage with all of these dreams
And put on my black coat and my black chucks
And nothin' in my jeans
And just run, 'til the day come like Rocky's movie scene
And I am on top of the world, look up and scream
Like this is me, this is Kells
Crucified by the public without the nails
Do or die in my city, but clearly I never failed
Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cell
Then I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills
And they cannot mess with me still, see them boys and they winning
Underdogs of the year, Cleveland boys in the building
What the fuck is a ceiling? I'm taking this to the top
And when I leave, the whole world drop
Lace Up, Kells
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Invincible
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Machine Gun Kelly
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[Intro]
Right
Ayy, what my homie, Mike P, say?
[Chorus]
Roll the windows up when I get in the car and I'mma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speedin' on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime, yeah
Tryna get fucked up (Ayy, all my smokers; ayy; light something up)
Roll the windows up (Roll it up right now when I) when I smoke and drive
[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm to the grave with this
I learned how to roll a joint before I shaved and shit (Shit, yeah)
In seventh grade and shit
I was smoking OG Kush and lemon haze and shit
Bad as fuck, I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front
My dad had found it in a month
He kicked me out, he had enough so I got up
I'm in the kitchen, baking pizza with a crust
For a paycheck I can go and spend on hella drugs, yeah (Yeah)
Spaceships see me when I'm up, yeah (Yeah)
I been a martian with no Elon Musk, yeah
I'm in a party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah
I'm rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah (Yeah)
I'm in quarantine, but the weed man pulls up here
I got a hundred packs of backwoods
I can spend the next four months here
I spent 10K cash, I might cough up both lungs here
Filled up on gas and got high, but no stunts here
Mask on when I'm outside, drive fast, don't waste time
Ass on my face time, strap on my waistline
Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt, hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Give a fuck about these cops, put my hood on like Trayvon
All that I know is a W over my clan, I feel like Raekwon
Only time I get an L is when I be throwin' one up for the gang sign
I been a king with the bars but now I can play the guitar and the bassline
I heard them saying they doing it first, I'm doing this shit for the eighth time
I used to want a pool, now I'm waking up and I got one in the backyard
I break a lotta rules, so you know I be drivin' the whip like a NASCAR
Never went Hollywood, got a house in the hills
I still smack y'all (Smack y'all)
Never say no to the blunt, I smoke it 'til it's all the way down to the ash (Yeah), y'all
[Verse 2]
I just lit a spliff blew it in a cop's face
I just hit a switch so they couldn't see the plates
Pull up to the crib, drove past four gates (Yeah)
Gave her half my dick, that was all that she could take, ayy
Used both hands like she tryna say grace (Ayy)
Said amen, then I blessed her face (Amen)
I don't order by the bag, I order by the crate
I'mma smoke until the suns blocked, I don't use drapes (Okay)
I was really on Cleveland selling raps on tapes
I had a couple of people with me that I watch turn fake (Yeah, yeah)
I still keep gorillas with me, I ain't talking 'bout Bape
I'm a wizard with the potions, I ain't talking 'bout Snape, ayy
I put a bag in my carryon luggage I walk through the airport I'm holding the shit
Somebody else put their coke in their ass and they walking through like they holdin' their shit
My boy just snuck through the metal detector and he got a pole like he ready to fish
Whenever I get a Grammy, I'm poppin' the top and I'm pouring a four in the whip
Holy shit, I'm so high, I just high fived this holiness, damn
Every shot I take, I make, it's like I'm Kobe's wrist (Whoo!)
This how I feel after a decade of me makin' hits
So if my name ain't on that bitch, you shouldn't make a list
[Bridge]
Roll the windows up when I get inside the car, I mean
Roll the windows down when I open up the jar (See)
I'mma call the mayor, if they tryna press a charge
I'mma mob boss, I be pullin' strings like my guitar, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Roll the windows up when I get in the car and I'mma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speedin' on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime, yeah
Tryna get fucked up, (Get fucked up, ayy) ayy
Roll the windows up (Roll it up right now when I) when I smoke and drive
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roll the windows up
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Verse 1]
Am I wrong for bein' lost?
The pressures of bein’ boss exhausted every bone in my body
I can't walk, I don't talk, I scream, I don’t stop to think
I'm so close to the dream that I can't go to sleep
Ironic, I know, so I need more chronic to roll
Tryna find what's more important, the money or my soul
It's cold, I'm low, I'm caught between the roads
Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow, uh
Yo, how could you look me in the face?
You sat at the table with my daughter
Promisin' you got us right after you finished sayin’ grace
Why don’t you tell her what you're hiding in the bank?
It’s time to cut my lawn and see the snakes
It's time to tell the truth to every fan who doesn't understand
That it's because of you they had to wait
While you left me here to deal with all the hate
I still smile but feel so fake
It’s no sun, the clouds are opaque
So much shade I read on one page
I can't even look at your name without gettin' the shakes
What a mistake, uh, look how you take, uh
What doesn't belong to you, this was a rape
And if fate send us both to Heaven
I'ma keep a blade in my leather so I can kill you at the gate, uh
[Chorus]
(First place)
Isn't worth it when you see it's all (Two-faced)
Tryna fit into a world with no (New space)
Commit third-degree murder (What for?)
Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
(First place)
Isn't worth it when you see it's all (Two-faced)
Tryna fit into a world with no (New space)
Commit third-degree murder (What for?)
Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore
[Verse 2]
I woke up sweatin', tryna forget I'm in a mansion
'Cause fans are mad at my expansion
And my friend I thought was family
Who'd always understand me
Got offended 'cause he jealous
We supposed to be at the GRAMMYs
I'm askin', when did pride and passion
Get mistaken for handouts and ass-kissin'?
The fact is I made it from trailer trash to Saks Fifth
Took it from underground to massive and the come up was classic
Back when white boys rapped, they gettin' they ass kicked
I was battlin', puttin' these rappers in caskets
I was walkin' home, gettin' jumped after classes
Tell me, why don't my haters mention that shit?
Now my rent is due and I'm a tenant gettin' by with no credit
Got residue from a sedative I ain't get from the medic
My schedule is so fuckin' hectic, but still I'm in debt
I'd be better off dead so life insurance keep my family fed
It's because of y'all I couldn't separate from my career
'Cause of y'all I hated myself for so many years
'Cause of you, you ain't never gonna see me trust
Even if I got a wife, she just somebody I fuck
[Outro]
The City of Angels, danger
The City of Angels, danger
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Hollywood Whore
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Machine Gun Kelly
|
[Intro]
Fuck
[Refrain]
I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me
I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a kill shot, missin' me
Young Blonde Don and the Double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily
Why you think they call me the Gunner?
I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me (Woo)
[Verse 1]
Black and yellow jacket on like I'm Kill Bill
Grew up scrappin' and I still will (Still will)
We can take it back to 2012
I was trappin' on the tour bus with Meek Mill
Take it back to Cleveland, when they gave Chase 17 years, no plea deal
2014 when the people tried to rob me in the lobby
I bet they can feel the feet still
Point out my enemies soon as they mention me
Call an assembly, pick up a pen and put you out your misery
Written in history, it was gonna happen eventually
I just can't wait 'til the day that I run into you physically
For everything that I went through mentally
When it felt like everybody in the world was against me
When all the critics and every article tried to offend me
My daughter slapped a kid for talkin' 'bout me in elementary
We ain't playin', it's deeper than the fame
People gettin' checked for disrespectin' the family name
Two chopsticks, no lo mein
Hollow tips, got no name
Bust them shits with no aim
Like it's Bird Box
But the blindfold is a black flag this time to cover my face
The dash cam just saw me killin' everybody
[Chorus]
I got off on floor 13, no in-between
I roll my weed with fronto leaf
I chop my coke on hotel keys
I chopped his face like Constantine
Constantly get déjà vu
I see me when I look at you
I never die, I multiply
So don't cry at my funeral
[Refrain]
I just spent too many minutes watchin' little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me
I just spent the winter livin' after someone tried to send a kill shot, missin' me
Young Blonde Don and the Double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily
Why you think they call me the Gunner?
I'm poppin' off on anybody if they trigger me
[Verse 2]
What would this generation of hip-hop be
Without me here to piss y'all off?
I see the blogs, I read the comments
I'm confused, I need to pause
Look at y'all waitin' on me to fall off
While I'm lookin' at y'all from a suite in the Waldorf
I sold forty million records, I ain't even thirty
Give me twenty seconds, I'll list ten movies that I've been in
One legend that tried to fuck with me and then got the venom
One publication that said that I would never be in it
One agent that told me without her, my career is finished
And I couldn't give a single fuck inside my cerebellum
Y'all award shows suck, go tell 'em
We ain't suckin' no dick in the 216
Brought Os to The Land like Beckham
On the 13th floor with a weapon
I heard that they coming, yeah, let 'em in
I got somethin' for 'em, yeah, please forgive my sins
Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah, I can't wash this shit
Wake up, say, "Good morning", yeah, like I forgot
[Chorus]
Got off on floor 13, no in-between
I roll my weed with fronto leaf
I chop my coke on hotel keys
I chopped his face like Constantine
Constantly get déjà vu
I see me when I look at you
I never die, I multiply
So don't cry at my funeral
[Outro]
Hotel Diablo
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FLOOR 13
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Machine Gun Kelly
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[Part I]
[Intro]
Ain't this what they've been waitin' for?
You ready? Uh, uh
[Verse]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to
Grind like that to shine like this, in a matter of
Time I spent on some locked-up shit, in the back of the
Paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got shorty, she tryna bless me like I said "achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga, please, 'fore them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between of what we started
Lil' nigga, but I'm lion-hearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without a album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga, I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace
Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga (Ah)
Maybach Music
[Part II]
[Verse]
Hold up, wait a minute (Minute), y'all thought I was finished? (Woah)
When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? (Yeah)
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo' my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped to my toast
'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
These niggas try take my life, they fuck around, get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's
Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' thirty G's
But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins (Skrrt)
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' (Let's go)
We young niggas, we mobbin' (Mobbin'), like Batman and we're robbin' (Woah)
This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'
I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?"
If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up (What?)
If you diss me in your raps, I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no, that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that lil' engine, I could
Boy, I slide down on your block (Block), bike on 12 o'clock (Rah)
And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch (Meek Milly)
And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots
And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that loc'
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin' on me (Me), hoes waitin' on me (Me)
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E
They gon' remember me, I say remember me
So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies
And when there's beef, I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks, they go for forty, ain't no ten a key
Hold up, broke nigga turned rich (Rich), love the game like Mitch (Mitch)
And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm gone
Haha
[Outro]
Woo
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Dreams and Nightmares (Intro)
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Baby, is you drunk? Is you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love? Ooh, ooh
Got the club goin' crazy
All these bitches, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby?
If you ain't, girl, what we gon' do?
If your ego need it, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes, all eyes on you
[Verse 1]
She was the baddest, I was the realest (Ooh, ooh)
We was the flyest, up in the buildin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We was countin' this money, lovin' the feelin' (Ooh, oh, ooh)
Look at you now, in love with a hitta (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But now it's all eyes on me (Yeah), and it all lies on me (Yeah)
To say somethin' to your pretty ass
Some hood shit, what you lookin' at? (Uh-huh)
'Cause I'm good for that, Birkin bags, I'm good for that (Yeah)
Might just be your plug for that (Yeah)
You might fall in love with that, got love for that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's your name? Who you with?
Where you from? You the shit
Choose and pick, get the right one
All these chicks, you got to like one (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these hits, you got to like one
All these bottles, got the lights up (Oh, ooh)
All these models, got the right one
What you gon' do? Hide or run? Woah (Yeah)
You ready?
[Chorus]
Baby, is you drunk? Is you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love? Ooh, ooh
Got the club goin' crazy
All these bitches, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby?
If you ain't, girl, what we gon' do? (Ooh)
If your ego need it, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes, all eyes on you
[Verse 2]
Yo, he was the realest, I was the baddest, we was the illest
When he approached me, I said, "Yo, what the deal is?"
In and out them dealers, rockin' chinchillas
I got him in the back of that 'Bach, I think he catchin' feelings (Yeah)
Now it's all eyes on us, and this all lies on trust
And if them bitches wanna trip, tell 'em they tour guide's on us
This kitty cat on reclusive, he duck, duckin' them gooses
I put him on to that new-new, now he only fuck with exclusives
He was like, "What's your name?" My name Nick
Where you from? New York in this bitch
Choose and pick, you got the right one
All them hoes, ain't nothin' like them
Nigga, you know you'd never wife them
None of them niggas ain't never hit this
Still at the top of all they hit lists
What they gon' do? Meek and Nick
[Chorus]
Yeah, baby, is you drunk? Is you had enough?
Are you here lookin' for love? Ooh, ooh
Got the club goin' crazy
All these hittas, but my eyes on you
Is you somebody's baby? (Ah, ooh, ooh)
If you ain't, boy, what we gon' do?
If your ego need it, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Give it all up for you right now
We got the club goin' crazy
All eyes, all eyes on you
[Outro]
She was the baddest, he was the realest (Ooh, ooh)
We was the fliest, we was the illest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was the realest, I was the baddest (Ooh, oh, ooh)
We was the fliest, up in the buildin' (Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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All Eyes On You
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
Yeah, views, views, views
Yeah, yeah, alright
[Verse 1]
Old ways, new women, gotta keep a balance
The girl of your dreams to me is probably not a challenge
I've been counted out so many times, I couldn't count it
Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it
To the people that think that I owe you shit
Payback's a bitch and you know that shit
Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this
Please don't think nobody notices
I've been up for way too many days
Y'all sleep enough for me anyway
Y'all don't be doin' shit anyway
Y'all are not true to this anyway
OVO, East End, Reps Up, we might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothing illegal
I go make 50 million then I give some millions to my people
They gon' go Tony Montana and cop them some Shaq at the free throws
But they're from the way fam, there's not much to say fam
They told me to tell you you mans are some wastemans
And stay in your place fam
My dad is from Memphis, and I am the king
I should probably just move into Graceland
Madonna’s a ting I know and I’m the king of pop
I’m building Never-Never Land
How he hate me when I never met the man, woo!
[Refrain]
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
[Verse 2]
Meek Milly!
'Cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the Eagles
I'm on probation so let me not talk what's illegal (Switch it up)
Today I woke up with my dream girl, she rich as a Beatle
For my teachers that said I wouldn't make it here
I spend a day what you make a year
I had to drop this to make it clear
That I got it locked like Jamaican hair
All theses choppers poppin', niggas wildin', violence
Why we even got to take it here?
Why we even got to play these games?
Run up on me, catch a facial there
It's the Chasers, what you thought?
I come through my block like I'm Rico
Poppin' a wheelie, no squealie, can't talk to the cops, that's illegal
I was like more a Rich Porter, no double-crossing on my peoples
I take an M to the table and split it with my niggas equal
I'm back on that hood shit, yeah that wish you would shit
I'm talking that cross you that fade you fourth quarter
Like Jordan, we back on that bullshit
We came up from nothing
We started on list's most wanted but now it's the Forbes list
We really was doing shit
I can hear echoes from feds on this beat from informants
I think they recording
Shhh, listen, you hear that?
[Refrain]
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
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R.I.C.O.
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
Jeez, jeez
[Verse 1]
Back home, smokin' legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn't lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm just bein' friendly, dawg
[Chorus]
It's just a lil' 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway
[Interlude]
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah
[Verse 2]
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it's gettin' scary (Back-to-back)
If you fuckin' with my opps, just don't come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For real
She said, "Oh, you rich rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, call me "Big Fish" (Marlin)
I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (That's Lori)
That's the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I've been had my way out here, yeah, know that's facts (Facts)
You ain't livin' that shit you say, yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't got to ask me when you see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh)
[Outro]
Wheezy outta here
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Going Bad
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Meek Mill
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[Produced by Jahlil Beats & Swizz Beatz]
[Intro]
I just wanna know how niggas going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers
Ain’t got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain’t really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in
Niggas still letting it fly like it’s cool, I really wanna know man
This shit getting different out here it’s getting spooky
[Verse 1]
Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fed
Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain’t write that running through the six shit (huh)
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six with?
"Running through the six with my woes
Counting money, you know how it goes
All the real live forever, baby
And the fake get exposed"
Niggas writing for you 'cause you know you never did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie your mother up (Woah)
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I call you buttercup
You fucking dork you changed the style because you studied us
Coming with the same flow
Switching up your lingo
We just want a refund, this ain’t what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king though?
[Chorus]
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
How these niggas acting like they trill but really fake
And people acting like it go
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow?
(Milli Vanilli that nigga)
[Verse 2]
Money make a fake ass nigga look real again (For real)
Money make a sucker that told look thurl again (For real)
Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him
But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas what's real again
Heard that other nigga talking we ain’t get back yet
Let’s keep it short, nigga you ain’t get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to boarding pass you miss that jet, hold up
[Interlude 1]
"Cat, I got to take them off of here—that's right—I got to take them off of here, there’s only one, and that’s me, you understand?
'Fore all that fighting, you understand? Sucka thinks he good—sucka thinks he can whoop me, And I know he can’t whoop me and I—Hey, boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me, you understand, let me get mines first. Then after I get mine, y’all can do what you wanna do."
[Verse 3]
You know you fucked up right? (Hey!)
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum that platinum this
Meanwhile I’m on the carpet with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, don’t ask me shit
All this industry fake enemy and rap shit
It’s never really my style we got cash to get (Gettin' money)
I really started from nothing now it’s back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch breathe (Woah)
[Interlude 2]
"Yeah, this is called poppin' shit. There’s no cut on it. There’s no cut on it. If your feelings get hurt, you feel like, "Oh, that’s an arrogant little comment—" no, this is the truth and the truth hurts. Haven’t I paid my dues? Haven't I weathered the storm? Didn’t I weather the storm? Niggas is gone and I'm here."
[Outro]
You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater, nigga, we ain’t forget
Real niggas back in style this shit is lit
This that Ja Rule shit and 50 Cent
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Wanna Know
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life (Ooh)
All the Benjamins you let me count (Oh-woah)
Wealth and health (Yeah)
For my family (Oh)
And lettin' me ball on these niggas (Yeah)
Ah (Oh, oh-oh)
[Chorus]
Now there's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Oh, preach)
[Verse 1]
Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom, watch them bitches catch the Holy Ghost
Errtime I step up in the dealer I be goin' broke
Shorty wanna fuck me, I say get on top and roller coast
And I lay back, she go cray, fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I'm on probation, when they test me I just pee Rosé
Cause last night, I went hard, peach CÎROC, Patrón, and all
Thirty racks on magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin' like a million plus, fresh I'm out that corner store
Hater I be doin' me, you guys should be doin' y'all (Oh, yeah)
I'm stackin' money to the ceiling (Ceiling)
All this ice that's in my Rollie, I be chilling (I be chilling)
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children, oh
[Verse 2]
Just bought my niggas some caine, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumping the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin' 'bout how they livin'
And loanin a little money and keepin' 'em out of prison
I ain't lyin' in my verses I'm just telling you the basics
Of growin' up with your friends and becomin the one that made it
Yes lord! All gold, man I got these bitches soul
Talking bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worrying about your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up
And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough
Spent my whole life puttin on, you spend your whole life puttin up
Ain't no telling when I go, so there ain't shit that I'ma wait for
I'm the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
[Verse 3]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna win
And she a devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again
I'm screaming oh Lord, that pussy good, that pussy good
I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think I should
She got that million dollar body, shorty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man, we keep it secret Illuminati
(Got Patron on deck) And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on her) She was on that Reposado
(She take it all off) And I think I'll rep Serato
In this bitch I'm spending like I hit the lotto, cause it's a lot of...
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Amen
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
You know what free is, nigga?
[Chorus]
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Through all the fame, you know I stayed true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up, I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?
[Verse 1]
Since a lad, I was cunning, just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I'll need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a top dog, that's before the K-Dots
Crackin' in '06, immaculate showmanship
Talkin' like you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin' on your bitch, coulda never sold you a brick
With them people, you never been on a list
Mona Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a bitch
Hangin' pictures like niggas swingin' from his dick
We so different, you thought these didn't exist (M-M)
The Megalodon never seen on his wrist
I'm from the South where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan been on his shit
Walkin' the pavement, I pray I'm illuminated
Over a decade and never nobody's favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in hand like we Gamble and Huff
My amigo, a million grams and we countin' 'em up (M-M)
You was dead broke, I let you hold a pack
You paid for it, but I fucked around and stole the track
Screaming "gang gang," now you wanna rat
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin' for a bond, lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them faggots on your back
(M-M-Maybach music)
[Chorus]
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Through all the fame, you know I stayed true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up, I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free? (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Fed investigations, heard they plottin' like I trap
20 mill' in cash, they know I got that off of rap
Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire from Marcy, and the way they got my back, uh
See how I prevailed now they try to knock me back, uh
Locked me in a cell for all them nights and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and they still think I'm sellin' crack, uh
When you bring my name up to the judge, just tell him facts
Tell him how we fundin' all these kids to go to college
Tell him how we ceasin' all these wars, stoppin' violence
Tryna fix the system and the way that they designed it
I think they want me silenced (Shush)
Oh, say you can see, I don't feel like I'm free
Locked down in my cell, shackled from ankle to feet
Judge bangin' that gavel, turned me to slave from a king
Another day in the bing, I gotta hang from a string
Just for poppin' a wheelie, my people march through the city
From a cell to a chopper, view from the top of the city
You can tell how we rockin', soon as I pop up we litty
Poppin' like Bad Boy in '94, Big Poppa and Diddy
And niggas counted me out like my accountant ain't busy
That's five milli' in twenties, sit up and count 'til I'm dizzy
Phantom 500 thousand, hundred round in a stizzy
Is we beefin' or rappin'? I might just pop up with Drizzy like
[Chorus]
What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Through all the fame, you know I stayed true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up, I know these times ain't true (Run it down)
Real life, what's free?
[Verse 3]
In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifths of a man, I believe's the phrase
I'm 50% of D'USSÉ and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece
Hunnid percent of TIDAL to bust it up with my Gs, uh
'Cause most of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a check up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and 'Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house niggas you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (Come on, man)
My route better, of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took niggas' sense of pride, now how that's free?
And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh
I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard, but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like, "Is you dumb?"
To this day, Grandma 'fraid what I might say
They gon' have to kill me, Grandmama, I'm not they slave
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre (Ah)
Rappin' style used by me, the H-O-V
Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hairpiece?
I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My accountant's so good, I'm practically livin' tax free
Factory, that's me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That's a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, still me
And expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y'all killed me
Sucker free, no shuckin' me, I don't jive turkey
Say "Happy Thanksgiving," shit sound like a murder to me
Smoke free, all of y'all callin' out toll free
Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War Three
Send a order through a hands free
Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can't ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the head, this improv but it's no comedy
Sign I fail? Hell nah
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha
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What’s Free
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Meek Mill
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[Skit]
Get it right Terio
Ooh, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh
[Intro]
You ready? You ready?
I don't think they is
[Verse 1]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move they lips
I spit crack for my niggas that be moving bricks
With they exclusive bitch
Sippin' on Amaretto when she loose and shit
Niggas sleeping on me then I Freddy Krueger shit
With a few Philly niggas that be shootin' shit
I'm like Dre, I wish I had my nigga Snupe for this
Oh, I grew up, I screw up a oz of crack
Then I blew up they knew us before all this rap
I maneuvered with shooters
You fuck around with me, get smoked like a hookah
My ruger go booyah, I do it for the streets
You do it for the nigga with the backpack
I do it for the niggas on the corner
Tryna make a meal ticket with a crack pack
Hold up wait a minute let me back track
Hov gave you 24, let you have that
Man you claiming you the king of New York
What the fuck wrong with you nigga, step back
Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap
Everybody want the crown so I snatch that
Heard your gun go doo-doo-dooo-dooo
Well my gun go blat-blat-blat-blat-blat
What the fuck I gotta whisper to niggas
To earn my respect just to get to these niggas
Go Ether, Takeover or Jigga on niggas
Or really go 2Pac and Biggie on niggas
What the fuck wrong with him
Like really I'm sick of you niggas
You've been in the game like a year and some change
And you feeling yourself so I'm killing these niggas like...
[Bridge]
(H-h-h-hold up, wait)
Let the beat come back and the streets come back
Niggas on the west tryna make the east come back
Make me grow these nappy braids, make the beast come back like
(H-h-h-hold up, wait)
And a nigga fuck around get the R.I.C.O Act
Shoot shoot, and one, where my free throw at?
And my lil' nigga Bobby can't eat those flats
Like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
[Verse 2]
They know Meek Milly, I barely went gold
But Meek Milly look like he sold two million
All this new money I'm getting my nigga
I swear I don't know what to do with it
Yeah it's Meek Milly, I'm bombing on rappers
I really don't give a fuck who with 'em
Pair with a nigga like me one time, like me one time
And ya'll forgot about me
Acting like I don't really want mine
What the fuck wrong with em
Know how we feeling, let me get back to it
Terio like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh
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Ooh Kill ’Em
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
Right Now Sound
Hitmaka!
[Chorus]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in your eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
[Verse 1]
No angel, but you got a halo
When it's nights like this
I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there (you there, oh there)
When it's nights like this
I really wanna be right here (be right here)
I really wanna take you there (you there, baby, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Uh, it was nights like this, feelin' right like this
I never really spent no time like this, huh
The second time at the crib knowin' I might not hit
You said, "What I look like?" Like my bitch, yeah
Look into your eyes, shit is dangerous
The pussy wet, I call it angel dust
I done put so many diamond chains on you, they get tangled up
I never felt like this, it's strange as fuck (that's what it's like loving you)
Got yo ex nigga calling, but he can't do much
'Cause you with the kid now, Ella Mai, boo'd up
And all you gotta do is call and watch that Wraith pull up
Under the stars since they throwin' all that shade on us
Facts, woo!
[Chorus]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous (Your eyes)
Grateful I had all the patience, hey
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
That's what it's like loving you
[Verse 3]
Uh, you feel the vibe, uh, I'm deep inside, yeah
You fuckin' me, ooh, I let you ride, yeah
At first you curved me, I let you slide in
Yo hips so curvy, you let me slide in
Ooh, and it was over once I flipped you over
Relation goal when we come through just like Beyoncé, Hova
This that Hermes money, this ain't no Fashion Nova
You said yo ex had you depressed and I'm just glad that's over
'Cause now you rockin' with a real one
And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million
And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum
I know them bitches hatin' on you, we gon' kill them
That's facts
[Chorus]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous (Your eyes)
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
That's what it's like loving you
[Verse 4]
Ayy, you know you bad babe
You know I laugh at these shawties that try to text back
You from the projects, but so exotic
Just give me all of that pussy, so many options (so many options)
Girl, you got me callin', all these different numbers
Why you being selfish? You know that I want you
You be leavin' work and you deserve a Birkin
Girl, you so contagious, damn that shit so dangerous
[Chorus]
You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
That's what it's like loving you
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Dangerous
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
Sound M.O.B
[Verse 1]
Woo!
I'm on my way to an island and I'm poppin' shit at the pilot (Fly shit only)
Niggas be broke and be starvin' but still talkin' shit like they violent (Niggas is broke!)
They said that they honest, talk money, these niggas gon' say that they got it (Huh?)
Gettin' out with the key to success and these niggas gon' blame it on Khaled
They don't wanna see you win (They don't!)
They don't wanna see the Wraith (No!)
You don't wanna see your bitch caught up in the stars like she outer space
Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion, and I'm runnin' out of space
Tell your homie, keep on comin' out his mouth, I'm sendin' somethin' 'round his way (Brrt)
Niggas barely getting lawyer money (Woo)
Better get some Sig Sauer money
Running 'round like you Superman, don't be selfish, get your mom insurance money (Ha!)
Woo, 'cause I'm the one to put it on your money
I'm the one that make it happen it to you niggas, would you fuck around and do it for me?
[Chorus]
Yeah, hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again
Fly out a bitch from the tropics, get litty again
All of my parties is poppin', you know that we litty again
All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don't wanna see the squad (We lit)
They don't wanna see the Wraith (We lit)
They don't wanna see your bitch up in the stars like she goin' outer space
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again (We lit)
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again
[Verse 2]
Feature money out the safe, went and brought a Wraith, brought it down Collins
Niggas talkin' like they want it, when we in the city, they don't want problems
Niggas said they gon' rob us
But nigga, we comin' from welfare
I shoot a mullet when I pull it, how you catch a bullet like a NFL player?
Should've known it was litty when bitches start lyin' on my dick
Lie on that pussy like I hit
Can't even be a side, side bitch
I'm hittin' 9s, 10s, and you ain't even looking like you a 5
Broke bitches tryna do it for Twitter, when they used to do it for Vine, woah!
I'm the man of the hour, I'm the nigga with the airtime
Rolls Royce Wraith, put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
Niggas talkin' 'bout my hair line, I laugh about it, I be feelin' them
See, we both be making M's: they be makin' memes, I be makin' millions
I just counted up a Quentin Miller
A "QM", that's a quarter milli
They don't wanna see Jae drop "6," fly private when he go to Philly
Funny money, yeah I know it's silly, but your ho feel me
When I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it
I promise she gon' know it's litty, motherfucker, yeah
[Verse 3]
All of my niggas is way up
These niggas is haters, I know that they haters (Suckers)
I score your bitch like a layup (Score)
I make a mil' like a layup (More)
I pop a pill just to stay up (Woo)
I sip the lean just to slow it up (Slow it up)
I'm with my team, and we goin' up (Goin' up)
All of these foreigns, they know it's us (Ah!)
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
Like the coca when we mix the soda up (Whip it)
Perfect timin' and we're blowin' up (Blowin' up)
Fuck it, I'ma light the Rollie up (Rollie up)
Shorty fuckin' for Chanel!
I ain't trippin', that's a coconut (Coconut)
Push the 'Rari 'til the motor bust
Stack the paper, fill the sofa up (Woo)
Lay on that paper, I am not slackin', I stay on that paper
I feel like it's a restraining order on that money, 'cause y'all stay away from that paper
I know some niggas that used to be ballin', but know they all feeling a way 'bout this paper
I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred after hundred
They thought I was makin' this paper!
Fuckin' it good, I be rapin' this paper
Shit, I might as well get married to money
I marry Nicki, still married to money
She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
And fuck a deposit, I bury the money (Bury them M's)
I bag the money, it hang out my pocket, embarrassin' money
I act like I ain't used to havin' this money, oh!
[Chorus]
Yeah, hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again
Fly out a bitch from the tropics, get litty again
All of my parties is poppin', you know that we litty again
All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don't wanna see the squad
They don't wanna see the Wraith
They don't wanna see your bitch up in the stars like she goin' outer space
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again
Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again
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Litty
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
God (Yeah)
Oh God, boi (Yeah)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)
[Verse 1]
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B-X
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong, umm, he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the p-jects (Yeah)
Or probably catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet (Woah)
Cause we next and we flex like...
[Verse 2]
90PX (Woah), working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius (Swerve)
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated (Boi)
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations (Ah)
Cause me? I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin', I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email, you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S., bitch, you know it's B.S
Boy, I run my city
[Verse 3]
End of story, nigga P.S.
All white Maybach, Green Bay they packing
Y'all niggas was slackin', 'member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say life's a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all bitch rappers
I say yeah, nigga, I murder that, Panamera turtle back
Niggas say they want beef, well, where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white, was serving that, I been to jail, I ain't going back
I alley-oop your bitch off that backboard, she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd your ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That's cause I do, ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that; Cujo
[Chorus]
Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this, you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn (Burn), let that shit burn (Burn, gasoline)
I'ma let that shit burn (Burn), let that shit burn (Burn, gasoline!)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn
(Swerve, swerve, boy)
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn it's looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
Burn bitch, I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm, bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn shit (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit
[Verse 5]
Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga, you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit, different day, I ain't broke no more, it's a different day
Don't turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon
I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock, your shit sound like a time bomb
Boom!
Lil' bitch...
[Chorus]
Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this, you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn (Burn), let that shit burn (Burn, gasoline)
I'ma let that shit burn, let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
I'ma let that shit burn, let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn
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Burn
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Meek Mill
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[Verse 1]
Started off poor with plans to own more
Now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores
I was on tour with niggas that sold raw
Started sellin' white, we won't sell it no more
I'm like, Trump ain't feelin' us, cops still killin' us
Niggas takin' shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough
Cut her off, act like she's dead and it's killin' her
New Dawn, Hermes seat, I let the ceiling up
Just to kill 'em softly, ooh, get 'em off me
Try to crucify me like I'm Jesus the way she cross me
I'm too bossy and too thorough
To move like a weirdo, on point like an arrow
We started off with zero, now I'm seein' M's
Diamonds like water and they jumpin' out the gym
Shootin' like Harden if your head was the rim
'Cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up and a trim, damn
Back when I was broke, they was cool with it
Now every move I make I'm in the news with it
Even if I ain't do it they be like "You did it!"
My teacher always used to tell me "You gon' lose nigga!"
That's why I never went to school nigga
And why I'm rappin' like I got somethin' to prove nigga
Went and bought the mansion with the pool in it
Billy with the stamp, I get two with it
Move with it 'cause these niggas wanna take my life
No weapon formed against me every time I pray at night
Scoopin' thotties in the Phantom, that's the way of life
And make 'em fuck their best friends like they was dykes
Reachin' for the Glock every time I play the light
I'm on 12 o'clock every time I play them bikes
I'm with the pack, uh, gettin' back, yeah
Spendin' dope, nigga, sellin' smack, gang
I'm gettin' chips off music like Rap Snacks
Yeah, 10 mil in cash of Ethika, that's a fact
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet
I know these niggas upset, they ain't see me fall yet
Wins and losses!
[Chorus]
They wanna see me fold
And I will never sell my soul
I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before
Dream chasin', catchin' all my goals
And I don't need these whores
I'm gettin' money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know it's all-out war
The young niggas goin' all out for us
[Verse 2]
Bloggers in a frenzy, truck to the Bentley
Ain't doin' no interviews, I'm busy, nigga we litty
So when you see me out don't ask me about no Nicki
Fuck I look like tellin' my business on Wendy
Niggas gossip like queens, we was servin' fiends
.40 bust your windows out: Jazmine Sullivan
They told 'em pop Mollys, I told 'em to be kings
Sippin' 1942 like it's lean
I done seen all these niggas try to downplay my dreams
So I'ma give it to 'em every time I'm on the scene
Pull up Ghost Ghost, Wraith Wraith when you see me
Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna leave me
I know it, I go through it, don't show it
I told niggas who wrote it, ain't takin' back what I quoted
Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half
Turned that to an ounce, got some shit in the stash
Nigga say that he gon' rob me, put a brick on his ass
Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass
And one thing 'bout Meek Milly, I'ma get to a bag
Had to starve all day just to get to it fast
Like Ramadan, totin' K's like it's Palestine
Real niggas in my ambiance, bottom line
Ever since I met Ross and signed the dotted line
I gave my momma 10,000 at least a thousand times
Do the math on it!
[Verse 3]
Talkin', this my cocky flow
Damn Daniel, why you son him? Mr Miyagi though
This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94
Mean nothin' to me, I tell you how it gotta go
Rain, sleet, on that corner when the block was slow
Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin' though
Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like "¡adiós!"
In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominoes
Young nigga, I turned my Impala to a Wraith
When you get a dollar they gon' hate
Bought my mom the crib with that gate
Private school for all them babies, now they straight, nigga
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1942 Flows
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Meek Mill
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[Chorus]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
[Verse 1]
Uh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich
All this ice is like fifty bricks
Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift
And my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list
'Member I prayed, really I wished for this
To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
I'm with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this
I'm talking risky business, flick the wrist
Lord knows that I repent for this
But Lord knows if I get penned for this
I prolly won't get home until I'm fifty-six
They say I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars
I sign up at church just to rap at the choir
To spit my new verse at your wake while you're lying
The middle of the church have you wake, no I'm lying
I just came from jail, ain't do no crying
They put me through hell, sharpened my iron
I did my push-ups and I roared with the lions
Like hold up, from balling I'm tired
I'm back in this bitch and I'm back on my shit
Man they tell me be humble, I'm cocky as hell
Shout out my bitches that answered my calls
When I called you collect cause it got me through hell
Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
It made me smarter and made me go harder
They locked me up and slowed my album up
But I did not give up cause I knew I would prevail
Came in the game, Philly as shit
Look at these rappers, they silly as shit
I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
But fuck 'em cause I am not feeling their shit
Difference between me and most of these rappers
I'm talking about work that I really put in
Talking about pistols I put on my hip
And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip
That I really done drove
Really was froze in my hood and these bitches I really did hit
Really was chose, came up from nothing
And now they like, "How he made millions so quick?"
I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa
I done seen bitches I'm fuckin' on Oprah
In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa
A brick on the table ain't sniffing no coca, no way
[Chorus]
All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
[Verse 2]
Uh, niggas can't see me with binoculars on
Back of the Maybach, shottas on
And all my niggas keep choppers on
Don't reach round me, that's a chopper zone
Every time you be on count, what the topic on?
Two hundred and fifty thou' what I dropped it on
See y'all think it's a game 'til FOX be on
CNN, momma picking out boxes for 'em
I want everything, got my own boxers on
Own headphones to get my popping on
I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em
Stick and moving on these niggas, get my boxing on
All I ever hear from niggas is what they prolly doing
But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing
All black Rottweiler, that Givenchy on
Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on
And the windows down like see y'all later
Mirror tint on that bitch so you could see y'all hating
Champagne cork pop like we all made it
Ya'll looking from the sideline we all hate it
Money don't make it real
Don't give a fuck if its eighty mill', pussy
And just cause you got a Bentley
That Bentley won't make you thorough, pussy
Still hating me from my city
I'm thinking is they for real, pussies
Cause all I got to say is kill
They'll come in like Navy Seals
That's word to my momma, I promise I ain't doing no block
And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you fuck niggas talking
Lately I've been on this money
Don't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin
I heard you said you was running this city
I seen you in traffic and you was just walking
Niggas be popping that shit like they with it
When niggas start hitting all you did was talk it, you pussy
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Lord Knows
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
All I talk about is money
Cause that's all I know
[Chorus]
I got a a bad bitch in my Chevy
Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)
[Verse 1]
Okay I woke up this morning, time to get this money
Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made about 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga we on
I said I be on my way, break a brick down in all zones
And I got work, I got work
And I got pills, and I got purp
And I got goons that's on my team
And they gon' kill like I got murked
If I say so, and I say go
And they go ham, and I lay low
I drop that work off in that toaster
I let go of my eggo
And this for sale nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all
[Verse 2]
Hold on wait a minute
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me?
Ho nigga wanna knock you off
Hate the way a nigga love to ball
Art of war, common law
Straight killer thats mama fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Frito Lay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco
I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
I (h)ate that pussy can you keep a secret
Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga
That's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga
[Verse 3]
I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes
I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean
Niggas sellin' that China white
Fuck around with that Yao Ming
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin' that white shit
Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend Iguodala on my Rolly
Young nigga ball like Kobe
Riding round me and Chino
And my young nigga Goldie
Hot whips you ain’t seen though
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo head she stolen
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no Eiffel
And them goons go wherever I go
Ya'll niggas pussy like dyke hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like LeBron James
And Rozay D-Wade nigga
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Believe It
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
See, it's brackets, nigga
Them hoes ain't fuckin' you
'Cause you ain't in that bracket, nigga
Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy
Ayy, O, you feel me?
[Chorus]
Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!
[Verse 1]
'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch
And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
And I'm heavy as it get
Shinin' like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist
All my niggas mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch
Thirty grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist
Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne
Young nigga blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom!
Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil' lane—vroom!
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'em
'Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him
But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him
Caught a case, what you think? Nigga fuckin' told on him
I ain't get my shit snatched yet
You ain't get your bitch back yet
One call, niggas aim that TEC
Blood drawn, headshot, nigga brains on step
Hot shit if you pop shit
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit
We young niggas, we winnin', I pull up, drop shit
Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith
[Verse 2]
Damn, Tommy, you ain't got no job!
DC, we the motherfuckin' mob
Young nigga gettin' straight to the money
In a Range with your honey, I pull up, like, "Ahh!"
I make them power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shootin', don't play with them
Maybach, Rozay and them
Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them
Compound niggas live now
If it's the finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now
I call up Onyx and tell them bitches to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi the way I'm flyin' round
And I don't fuck with no niggas
If they don't fuck with my niggas
And I ain't fuckin' no bitches, if they fuckin' my niggas
[Verse 3]
One time for the real niggas
Two times for the bad bitches
Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes
'Cause y'all suckas never had bitches
I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad, nigga?
That's the reason why you hatin' on me?
I love ballin'—my bad, nigga
'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch
'Cause it's levels to this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hold up!
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Levels
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Meek Mill
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[Produced by Ben Billions]
[Chorus]
You bring out feelings in me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'm a good girl, but I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad
[Verse 1]
And they say bad girls ain't no good
Good girls ain't no fun
I still can't find a nigga that touch that
I don't know one
And I ain't searching for it
Never trust but I'm working on it
Fell in love with that ride game
Swimming pool, you surfing on it
Like 'Yonce, do the surfboard, surfboard
They still think you a church girl
We linking up on your days off
And I still give you that work, girl
Like work, twerk
Do it like that video
Wanted that for a long time
Cool with it, I get it though
First year, we both fronted
We had feelings we didn't show
Second year, we couldn't hide it
Funny part, they didn't know
How could something that's so wrong feel so right?
But who to tell you this wrong, though? This your life
Word up
[Verse 2]
We just fucking up the city, going hard every night
Niggas hating on us, you know, Lord, they ain't right
'Cause I broke a lot of hearts, ain't do them girls right
But you broke hearts too, but that boy ain't fight
So they don't deserve it, it feel like it's perfect
I'm loving your style the way you preserve it
Just look at my eyes and see what's inside
You know that it's pride, you say that I'm worth it
But said I ain't ready, really I'm ready
Really, I'm ready, I'm ready like never before
I'ma just give you a key to my heart
You'll be the first that I let in the door
I used to hear that you flirt with them guys
They never would score
All you was hearing about me and the women
Ain't trust them before
You know what you're doing, fuck what they said
You know what we on
When we in bed, it's like we on stage
And I got the mic so let me perform, sing it
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Bad for You
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
Ayo, this the one? We all get caught in our own sins. Sometimes I have to remind myself, that on my worst day, I live like somebody on their greatest—and so do you. Don't let your demons take you to Hell. Introduce 'em to Heaven!
[Chorus]
Some niggas go to college, some niggas go to jail
Some make it into Heaven, some make it into Hell
Nobody wanna lose, nobody wanna fail
Nobody wanna die, nobody wanna kill
The things we do just to make it through
But nobody wanna lose, nobody wanna fail
Nobody wanna die, we're just tryna live our lives out there
[Verse 1]
Look, I got homies in the ground, skeleton and bones
And niggas doin' life, they ain't never comin' home
They said I wouldn't make it or never see the throne
And my baby mama hate me 'cause she said I did her wrong
'Cause I left, to chase my dream, get it any means
I said that I'll be back, she wasn't listenin' to me
That back-and-forth arguin' was gettin' in between
I said fuck them other niggas, I go get it with my team
If we all grind, we all shine, fuck a part-time
I used to play the block early mornin' and dark time
Now it's G5 flights, fuck a depart time
It was hard times, nigga, now it's our time
Just take a look at my life, rappin' brought me back to life
'Cause I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a pack of ice
Every night we strappin' like we was in Iraq to fight
'Cause niggas gettin' murdered for a block that do a stack a night
Woah, I got to make it home to my son
On them papers with a firm hold on his gun
Before I snitch they gotta burn a hole in my tongue
Give me a hundred years in a hole on the sun
In boilin' water, in the world of no order
In the hood, ain't no loyalty, ain't no world for your daughter
Ain't no life for your brother, on the life of my mother
I'ma get the fam right, nigga, you damn right!
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I keep it moderate
These niggas know I been iced out, hoppin' outta shit
Right now I'm prayin' for my son to get this scholarship
A nice university, one of these black colleges
Far as the hood go, I acknowledge it
But whoever ain't a snake's usually a follower
Luckily, I can tell the difference
My man comin' home, my other man gettin' sentenced
Soft niggas usually send the hate through the bitches
Jealous Instagram niggas hatin' on your pictures
We dream-chasin', y'all niggas walkin' behind wishes
Without workin' for it, not often you find riches
Some niggas find coffins, others just find ditches
Just ask around 'bout the militia, they malicious
D-block, finish that and cop more dope
I'm two-stroke, you four-stroke
If you got enough cigars we can all smoke
Ain't nothin' all good when you all broke
So we could never be equal
Never bite the hand that'll feed you
Never fear a man if he bleed too
Some niggas need a headshot, some niggas need two
Play sweet in these streets and they'll leave you
You can't see the Devil, he's see-through
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Heaven Or Hell
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
Woo! Woo!
M-M-Maybach Music
[Verse 1]
Look, I be ridin' through my old hood, but I'm in my new whip (Yes, sir)
Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit (Yeah)
They say they gon' rob me, see me, never do shit (Never)
'Cause they know that's the reason they gon' end up on a news clip (Murder)
Audemar on my wrist, bust down (Bling)
We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown (Score)
'Member me dead broke? (Broke) Look at me up now (Up)
I run my city from South Philly back to Uptown
Thank God, all these bottles I popped
All this paper I been gettin', all these models I popped
I done sold a hundred thousand 'fore my album got dropped
And I'm only 23, I'm the shit, now, look at me
Look at me, I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay
Shorty asked me for a check, I told that bitch like "No way" (No way)
'Cause I made it from the bottom, it was never no way
And I never had a job, you know I had to sell yay
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), I call the shots (Call the shots)
I'm with the murder team (murder team), call the cops (Call the cops)
We in the building (we in the building), y'all are not (Y'all are not)
You short on the paper, you gon' ball or not?
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss) Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (Huh!) I call the calls (Huh!)
We in this bitch, it's goin' down
Yeah I'm the king, now where my muh'fuckin' crown? (Huh!)
Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss) Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss) Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss) Bitch, I'm a boss! (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (Huh!) I call the calls! (Yeah) Hey!
[Verse 2]
Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye (Huh)
Shorty rode me smooth as my Mercedes ride (Huh)
No love, cry when only babies die
And when I go, that casket better cost a hundred thou'
I pray to God I look my killer in his eyes
Snatch his soul out his shirt, let's take him for that ride (For that ride)
OG is one who standin' on his own feet
A boss is one who guarantee we gon' eat (Huh)
Fuck a blog, dawg, 'cause one day we gon' meet (Gon' meet)
I'ma spaz on yo ass like I'm Monique
Or a double stack, bet a nigga double that
Jerry Jones money, nigga, you a running back (You a running back)
Herschel Walker (What?) Bo Jack (Hah)
Ricky Watters, better run that dope back (Dope back)
Boss, and I put that on my Maybach (Maybach)
Four hundred thou', bitch, you wish you saved that
[Verse 3]
Couple cars I don't never drive, bikes I don't never ride (Nah)
Crib I ain't never been (no), pool I don't never swim (Never)
Fool, you ain't better than (nah), I move like the president (Yeah)
Ery'thang black-on-black, you know I be strappin' that
Rattin' ass niggas walkin' 'round wearin' wires
Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire (It's hot)
Bitch I'm a king (king) call me sire
If you say I don't run my city, you a muh'fuckin liar
I'm a boss, you a fraud
You cross the line, I get you murdered for a cost (Murder)
Out in Vegas (out in Vegas), I took a loss (Took a loss)
At the fight, we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor (We on the floor)
Yeah, scared money don't make no money
If I ever go broke, I'ma take yo money
I ain't never dropped a dime, you ain't take none from me
In the hood err'day, bitch, I'm good, what I say?
[Outro]
M-M-Maybach Music
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Ima Boss
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
This is my blues
'Cause I'm back down on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes, it's a fine old thing
When the night is cold and lonely
(This is a Dollar Bill beat)
[Verse 1]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin' them Percs and I made it a habit
Totin' them pistols and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me, I'm so excited to be
Started with nothin', we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain't flyer than me, I'm getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I'm goin' ham
I'm goin' crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I'm in the kitchen compressin' a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I'm bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie in '03
I got the plug, he send 'em OT
Don't know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even old niggas, they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it weren't 'round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there, my G
[Interlude]
This is my blues
Do me one favor, take a few steps back
'Cause I'm back down on my own again
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body
And then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself, nigga
This is the blues I'm playing
Congratulations, it's the motherfuckin' Chasers
Yes, it's a fine old thing
You feel me? We on it
When the night is cold and lonely
[Verse 2]
Gave you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put 'em on money
And show 'em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was sheisty
I knew you would show who you was
It's only a matter of time before niggas get lined
And hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah, nigga
'Member they told me that we would fail
'Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton
I'm in the field like the NFL
Niggas is sick' and I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I'm sick of jail
No disease but I'm sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming homeand minute on the phone
Sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell
[Outro]
This is my blues
'Cause I'm back down on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes, it's a final thing
When the night is cold and lonely
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Blue Notes
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Meek Mill
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[Produced by Ben Billions]
[Intro]
Location: Toronto; Status: five star hotel, Four Seasons. Them chumps right upstairs, they know not to come down here playin' no real niggas (haha). Mood: I'm still up countin' five hundred thousand cash. Nicki in the bedroom sleep, life is good
[Verse 1]
I've been in my cell for a week straight
Locked down 24, no more Philip's Steak
Damn, shit's so real it seems fake
Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate
When we was sellin' white girl
Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill
These niggas dick ride like they don't even like girls
A hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that's the flight bill
Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nigga
Whole squad on some shit, that's how we live nigga
Twenty-five bad bitches what we did nigga
That's fifty different Louboutins bleedin' red nigga
Whew, I ain't blood and I ain't crippin' neither
On the phone with the plug talkin' Justin Bieber
I made a milly last week and I ain't touch it neither
Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas
Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tookin'
My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin'
With your lil memes, I be with the real queen
Screamin' free the real Preme, we be doin' real things
Pull up with a bad bitch, whippin' somethin' real mean
Marchin' all these fuckin' drums on me like a drill team
I be with my young niggas, all they know is kill things
Don't make me make a real scene, uh
See an OVO chain, probably take that shit
Said dreamin' wasn't enough, we had to chase that shit
You ain't write it' nigga, we caught ya, can't erase that shit
And you claimin' you HOV now? Why you state that shit?
Man I hate that shit, niggas be talkin' out they face
But soon as you body somethin' they be singin' like they Drake
Wait, niggas dancin' like they fruitcakes
Hotline Bling don't get no bang up in this new Wraith
Pull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcase
DC4 on the way, that's nigga's due date
Robbed you in your city and you told
Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him, Lord knows
Culture vulture, now it's time to pay the tolls
Soft as the lacrosse team, boy that's word to HOV
No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still
Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers, I'm closin' more deals
Dreamchasers' double MG, we got the door sealed
Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I'm on my fourth deal
When I met you, you was on my dick
Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shit
Omelly told me get it back cause he's like "boy's a bitch"
And I'm like, let him get it took cause we gon' charge 'em trips
[Interlude]
Fuckboy, huh charge you triple the way this real nigga stamp. Chasers, ahh. Location: Philly; Mood: Glock with 30; Status: triple OG, never been disrespected without retaliation, chump
[Verse 2]
I've been in the hood for like a year straight
Sippin' dirty, it be hard for me to stand straight
Damn, it's time to cut the dead weight
I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith
When I was sellin' hard crack you was scared straight
I dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red face
Meek the one that got the mil, the one that got the deal
I'm still lampin' with the shooters and they poppin' pills
These niggas like to rap diss 'til they get popped for real
It's time to son these pussy rappers, I'm their pop for real
I'm the type to fuck your mom cause she's a thot for real
And I ain't got one, my pump playin' shotgun
Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton, and you catch a hot one
And for the fam I'll keep shootin' until the cops come
Reload, double back, hold up, cuz, I got one
Official only respect official and you are not one
No, we are not them, we be on some other shit
Deep in them trenches, duckin' narcotics and the government
Tracin' the dollar, flippin' that product, tryna double shit
Chewing like it's double mint
Man, who you niggas fuckin' with?
[Outro]
Hah, hey Meek Mill man, I'ma start running down on these niggas too. Real rap, these niggas soft and they frauds, check DC record nigga, we flawless. Any nigga stepped up to the fuckin' plate got rolled over. I ain't just talkin' to be talkin', nigga, check the resume. How many times we got to fuck the city up for you niggas to pay homage. Fuck you niggas talking bout nigga? Slide through 20 deep, I'm talkin' bout 7 Rolls Royces, 3 Maybachs, 20 Rollies, 30 Cubans, 25 bad bitches, 25 Chanel bags, 6 Caddie trucks, jumbo jets. Stop playin' nigga, we came from nothin'
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War Pain
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Meek Mill
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[Chorus]
You fuck around, get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Nigga, you fuck around, get smoked
[Verse 1]
Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the church
Momma stressin', sellin' dinner platers
Tryna get your casket and get ya hearse
Last nigga that slid on us got dropped on it, he told on us
Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw nigga, no 1 on 1's, we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and Cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't swingin' no flag, nigga
We ain't need no pass, nigga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and a laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks
'Til them feds swoop in and grab niggas
Dream Chasers got into somethin'
We don't ever blink 'cause we trash niggas
I don't know if y'all heard 'bout what my homie do with that 30 out
Deen Buck still in the cut and the state fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin'
'Bout that other homie that you heard about
'Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth
He come to your house and start swervin' out
Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time it's Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans goin' in the paint
Pullin' up screamin', "Eh, Dimelo'?"
Catch you in Brooklyn, get pita-rolled, pussy!
[Chorus]
You fuck around get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around get smoked
Nigga, you fuck around get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around get smoked
(Yeah! Ayy, Meek, whattup? Bang! Oh, man in Chiraq)
[Verse 2]
Niggas say me and Sosa beefin'
But we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told Law he take 15 years
Every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't tweet Teyana, corporate nigga lookin'
So what I’m on I gotta keep it secret
That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it
Gripped the 30, just cashed out
If you caught strippin' then you assed out
I'm the same nigga my city asked about
While you in the cut steady buyin' clout
Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the trap like four wings at Harold’s
With fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets
Location on, we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C, I got the 30 on with my nigga Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissin' on me, tellin thot bitches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name, but that nigga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched
Ask Mally Mall to get his shit back
In Chiraq, don't come here
You ain't from here? Don't come here
'Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs just like him
30 punch like Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot shit
Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks
Every city I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on top now, no shit
You can never say I wife shit
I don't even like shit, I just pipe shit, one night shit
L.A. with killas and thuggers
New York SlowBucks, them my brothers
A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger
We gon' shoot shit up in public
And they gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48
[Verse 3]
You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim
Everybody tryna get a hold of him
Bad bitches they be in Benz
I knock ‘em down like bowling pins
Feds snatch me, I don’t know them
Real nigga on 4nem
Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim
Hangin’ out the tank with Slow and them
Come take a trip to D.C.
Hear a lot of Me and see GG
I’m the big dog, I’m ringin’ off
Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 piece
“Glizzy, why you ain’t D.C.?"
Who said I ain’t D.C.?
Fuck ya bitch to my CD
She let me record her like Mimi
A nigga playin’, it’s lights out
Ooh, shine got me iced out
Stay low 'cause the mice out
You only get fly when the Mikes out
Can't wait 'til it get nice out
Tell Chino bring the bikes out
Got 50 guns in my trap house
You better off fuckin’ with the White House
I’m the realest youngin' in the fuckin’ world
I got plenty money, I got plenty girls
Got a villa for the week, got fifteen freaks
And they all wanna go for a fuckin’ swirl
Had her come to us with the marble pearls
Glock 23, treat her like my girl
357, that bitch just twirl
Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald
[Chorus]
You fuck around get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around get smoked
Nigga, you fuck around get smoked
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around get smoked
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Chiraq
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
R.I.P. to my lil' nigga Snupe (Rest in peace to a real nigga)
Yeah
We the realest niggas in this shit
Reporting live out of Philly
Young nigga loved popping bad bitches and wheelies
And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me
Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah
[Verse 1]
I get a rush from this lifestyle
Solid gold presidential with the ice dial
When the chasers in the building turn the lights down
'Cause every single nigga with me gon' be iced out
Glock 40, living life wild
I go to court for probation and looking like trial
The DA told me she want a nigga but right now
I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like, "How?"
Is it the money? Is it the cars?
Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far?
But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars
They lock a nigga in the dark I still look like a star
I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter
I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter
They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father
I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me
[Chorus]
Lil' Snupe, they killed my lil' nigga Snupe
My lil' nigga was the truth
And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe
So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?
Tell 'em put the guns down or tell these lil' niggas shoot?
'Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you
And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof
[Verse 2]
And as I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder
Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it
And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving
And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin', better get a strap
Young niggas selling 'caine just to get it back
And they busting out them things 'til they sitting back
And if a nigga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back
And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back
My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing
I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no
Nigga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it
I came up on four wheelers, bananas and gorillas
Through the jungle where killers rumble and everyone perishing
Realest nigga in it no comparison
And they got the nerve to tell me that I'm arrogant
But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America
So I'ma ball harder than the mahfucking Carters
Beyoncé and Shawn, arm bluer than their daughter
Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin
Nigga darker in a coffin, Devil on him, get 'em off, hah
I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg
Leaning with your left but you still a southpaw
Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg
Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chow's, dawg?
Where the love at? Where the love at?
I'd give up all this money to get lil' cuz back
Just for my nigga, go starving, like, "Where the grub at?"
Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back
Do it again, murder his killer, him and his friend
Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again
Look at the stands, the fans coming, filling them in
To give my nigga a chance, see him winning again
[Chorus]
Snupe! They killed my lil' nigga Snupe
My lil' nigga was the truth
And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe
So what's a nigga 'sposed to do?
Tell 'em put the guns down or tell these lil' nigga shoot?
Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you
And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof
[Outro]
Real nigga for life!
Real nigga for life!
Real nigga for life!
They killed my lil' nigga Snupe!
Killed my lil' nigga Snupe
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Lil Nigga Snupe
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Meek Mill
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[Pre-Chorus]
I just took a Perc', now I'm on another level
Tastin' on the molly got me dancin' with the devil
Poured a eighth of Kobe Bryant, mixin' purple with the yellow
Got these racks on me, now it's hard to keep this shit together (Woo, woo)
[Chorus]
Jump out the 'Rari ,then jump out a Wraith
Then I hop in Margiela, then hop in some Bape (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, woo, woo)
They jump out the face, they jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall though, Meek Mill
[Verse 1]
Came from the hood, now we jump out of states (The states)
Peep all these diamonds, they jump out the face (They do)
Duckin' indictments and sellin' this white (Ah)
Got to watch for these niggas, they'll jump on your case
(You watch out, these niggas, these niggas, they playin')
And none of this money don't come out the safe (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Fuck with my dawg, knock a chunk out ya face (Ayy, blatt, blatt)
Nigga I be so high, I could jump out to space
What the fuck did I say? (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I be so fly, just don't shoot my cape (Woo)
Went and bought me a safe and it came with a Wraith (Woo)
Got some new money, went, bought me a K (Yeah)
You see all them VV's jump out the face (The VV)
Put that dope in the trap and cook up me a cake (Strip club)
We fly to Cuba to fuck up some mula (Freebandz)
Pour up some pour up, my nigga we boolin' (Freebandz)
Young nigga pull up in Bentleys just boolin'
I'm taking your ho from you cause she was choosy (Skrrt)
I keep them shooters on deck, I approve it (Frrap)
Get me a truck of them things, I'll move it
VVS cuts on my wrist suicidal ('Cidal)
I stay lit up with that flawless on fire (On fire)
I spend it all with my niggas, let's get it (Let's get it)
Get out your feelings, young nigga let's get it
I got stars on my ceiling
[Chorus]
Jump out the 'Rari (Ah), then jump out a Wraith (Woo)
Then I hop in Margiela, then hop in some Bape (Ha, ha, ha, woo, woo, woo, skrrt, skrrt, Meek, woo)
They jump out the face (Straight up, woo, freaky fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh)
They jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall though, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I've been peepin', you niggas been watchin' my moves
Watchin' my stacks and my shoes
When everybody did the Gucci and Louis
We was on Jimmy Choos
2012, when we did the Giuseppes
Margielas was cool
When you lil' niggas was worried about Jordans
We was rocking them Loubs
If I got to lose, it's not by the rules
Get hit with that chopper, knock right out your shoes
Shawty so proper, she look like a goddess
When I dip inside her, it's just like a pool
I bought some 'Raris and I bought some Phantoms
And then dropped out the seat like I dropped out of school
Still will pull up on you, hop out with goons
Thirty-two shots, let it pop out the tool
[Pre-Chorus]
I just took a Perc', now I'm on another level
Tastin' on the molly got me dancin', with the devil
Poured a eighth of Kobe Bryant, mixin' purple with the yellow
Got these racks on me, now it's hard to keep this shit together
[Chorus]
Jump out the 'Rari (Ah), then jump out a Wraith (Woo)
Then I hop in Margiela, then hop in some Bape (Ha, ha, ha, woo, woo, woo, skrrt, skrrt, Meek, woo)
They jump out the face (Straight up, woo, freaky fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh)
They jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall though, yeah, yeah, woah
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Jump Out the Face
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Meek Mill
|
[Verse 1]
Yah
Big bag, got 'em big mad
A nigga gettin' to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he gon' say that I'm stamped
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when we poppin' the champ', ugh
We dodged all the Feds and they traps
Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the bing, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start actin' bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fuckin' her better
I knew about it and I-
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin' to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm talkin' under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and some buls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts
[Chorus]
Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game
[Verse 2]
Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Zane
You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over
That ain't real money
That's bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin' home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could've put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class
I'm that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me frontin' 'cause I'm used to bein' second to last
Respect the game
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Respect the Game
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Meek Mill
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[Intro]
End, that's what I found out
[Chorus]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Verse 1]
Uh-huh-uh
Lovin' the shit out you, fuckin' the shit out you
For seven days straight, and now I can't even live without you
And if we ever broke up, I won't have a kid without you
You forever in my heart, I won't forget about you
I be crushin' you on Monday like it's Wednesday
You pressed about that nigga, what your friends say?
Oh, G63 is what your Benz say
I'm so happy you ain't listen to your friends, babe
You can tell me how you want it, how you need it, I don't mind
Need you right here by my side, 'cause out of sight is out of mind
And out of spite you hit decline, but I was hype
I hit your line a few more times than you hit back I'm gon' respond
[Chorus]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way (On my way, on my way, woah)
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day (Night and day, night and day, go)
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah
You be throwin' that shit back like it's a Thursday
I be treatin' you like everyday your birthday
Them hoes ain't fuckin' with you on your worst day
I got you on a new level like what Ferg say
When you fell down, I pick you up
Put on your crown, and lift you up
I put a rock all on your finger, so much ice could push a puck
Heard they feelings 'bout you, baby, tell them hoes I wish 'em luck
Talkin' relationship goals, this could be us, yuh
24/7, what's the 411?
When you see me kneel like Kaepernick, call a reverend
See, I got a milli' in a stash for a weddin'
If you ready, let me know, 'cause it's whatever
[Bridge]
But I know you in the worst way
Yeah, our anniversary
'Bout to suit up on my birthday
'Cause I know they keep you thirsty
Ain't no playin', this is us
Boy, be gentle, ain't no rush
365, you're the only one I trust
No, I can't get enough
And all my ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out
Yeah, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday
[Chorus]
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah
[Outro]
End
What I found out-
I took a vow that from now on
I'm gonna be my own best
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24/7
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Meek Mill
|
[Intro]
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all bitch-ass niggas get twenty-four hours of attention
I'm finna get this shit off my chest and lay it to rest, let's go
(And if the beat live)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It), ayy
[Verse 1]
I feel like Mariah Carey (Mariah Carey), got these niggas so obsessed (Damn)
My pussy so famous, might get managed by Kris Jenner next (Mwah)
He can't move on, can't let it go (Let it go), he hooked, nose full of that Tina Snow
And since niggas need Megan help to make money, bitch, come be my ho (Ah)
All of you bitches is weak, on the Bible (Weak, on the Bible), talkin' shit from where no one can find you
I can never be judged by a bitch that was dancin', makin' R. Kelly go viral
Ayy, I'm sexy as fuck, and I'm freaky (And I'm freaky), get whoever I want, eeny-meeny (Yeah)
Why the fuck would I stay with a nigga that's weak in the sheets and don't know how to please me?
Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
Say he fucked Megan and now he the topic
These niggas thinkin' they lowered the value
All this free promo, I'm turnin' a profit
Hate when a nigga be kissin' and tellin' (Tellin')
Say he a player, but he in his feelings (What?)
Bet I won't give up the pussy again
Shit, should've gave it to his friend (Ayy)
These hoes don't be mad at Megan, these hoes mad at Megan's Law
I don't really know what the problem is, but I guarantee y'all don't want me to start
Bitch, you a pussy (You a pussy), never finna check me (Yeah)
Every chance you get, bet your weak ass won't address me (Ho)
Bitches swear they G, but the G must stand for goofy (G must stand for goofy)
When the fuck did all the gangster niggas turn to groupies?
Everybody wanna kick it when you ain't a threat (Ain't a threat)
These niggas don't like me 'cause they know I'm on they neck
[Interlude]
Y'all goofy-ass hoes look so dumb every time y'all celebrate fake news, hah
Usin' my name for likes and views, I don't give a fuck what y'all make trend
Bitch, I still win
Ah (Hahaha)
[Verse 2]
Nigga, ain't you hear? I ain't scared of dick
Any man go against me, I handle shit (Handle shit)
I'm the Teflon Don in the courtroom (Yeah)
They be throwin' that dirt, don't shit stick (Shit stick)
All these lil' rap niggas so fraud (So fraud), Xanax be they hardest bars
These niggas hate on BBLs and be walkin' 'round with the same scars (Ah)
Real curvy, no etchin', niggas fight to get in my section (My section)
Don't speak on my body count if the dick ain't worth comin' back for seconds
Cosplay gangsters, fake-ass accents
Posted in another nigga hood like a bad bitch (Where are you from?)
I'm a big dog, bitch, can't lil' sis me (Lil' sis me)
Hoes get views when they tryna diss me (Hmm)
Make one move, got 'em in a tizzy (In a tizzy)
Killin' shit, that's why they tryna rip me
Still goin' hard with the odds against me (Odds against me)
These niggas don't have fans, they bots (No)
These bitches don't have ass, they shots (Yeah)
And they still tuned in if they fans or not (Ah)
Allegations from the oppositions, bitch niggas just eatin' it up
These blogs get paid to lie, y'all talk shit and be broke as fuck (Broke as fuck)
Bottom line is I'm still rich (Yeah), do Megan bad and I'm still good (Still good)
Bringin' up who might've fucked and the bottom line is they still would
I just wanna fuck my nigga in peace, but all my old niggas still love me (Ah)
Niggas ain't hit this pussy in years, damn, I knew my shit was heat
None of you niggas was wifey material
None of you niggas was worth all the drama (Ah)
None of you niggas was hittin' it raw
And mad I'm not one of your baby mamas
Always got my ass out, always let my titties show
When I'm in the gym, I think 'bout bitches that I'm shittin' on
I'm way too fuckin' cocky to take him back if he been cheatin'
I can't let none of you raggedy bitches think that y'all my equal
Ever since I claimed the summer, all you bitches want a season (All you bitches want a season)
Ask a ho why she don't like me, bet she can't give you a reason
You know motherfuckin' well these bitches wanna sound like Tina
Don't you ever grab a mic and think that me and you competin', hmm
Ayy, bad bitch and the walls ain't bendin'
Post photo, name start trendin'
Why every time one of y'all Z-list hoes do an interview, I get mentioned? (Ayy, look)
I don't give a fuck who think what, you niggas is typin' for nothin'
On the internet typin' this shit to me? Write him a letter or somethin'
[Outro]
Say, bitch-ass nigga, don't type me nothin' else, don't write me nothin' else (Get the fuck out the comments)
Download JPay since y'all niggas got so much to say
Or schedule a conjugal visit or somethin', hahaha
Dick-ridin'-ass niggas (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Ah
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HISS
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Megan Thee Stallion
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[Intro]
Queen B, want no smoke with me (Okay)
Been turnt, this motherfucker up eight hundred degree (Yeah)
My whole team eat, chef's kiss, she's a treat (Mwah)
Ooh, she so bougie, bougie, bon appétit
[Verse 1]
I'm a savage (Yeah), attitude nasty (Yeah, ah)
Talk big shit, but my bank account match it (Ooh)
Hood, but I'm classy, rich, but I'm ratchet (Oh, ah)
Haters kept my name in they mouth, now they gaggin' (Ah, ah)
Bougie, he say, "The way that thang move, it's a movie" (Ooh-oh)
I told that boy, "We gotta keep it low, leave me the room key" (Ooh-oh)
I done bled the block and now it's hot, bitch, I'm Tunechi (Ooh-oh)
A mood and I'm moody, ah
[Chorus]
I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Hey, hey, nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah, woah, what's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah, okay)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ooh-oh)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ooh-oh)
[Verse 2]
Hips tick-tock when I dance (Dance)
On that Demon Time, she might start a OnlyFans (OnlyFans)
Big B and that B stand for bands
If you wanna see some real ass, baby, here's your chance
I say, left cheek, right cheek, drop it low, then swang (Swang)
Texas up in this thang (Thang), put you up on this game (Game)
IVY PARK on my frame (Frame), gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang)
If you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain (Hol' up)
Please don't get me hype (I'm hype), write my name in ice (Ice, ice, ice)
Can't argue with these lazy bitches, I just raise my price
I'm a boss, I'm a leader, I pull up in my two-seater
And my mama was a savage, nigga, got this shit from Tina
[Chorus]
I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet, yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Okay)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh, okay)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)
[Verse 3]
Like Beyoncé, like me (Like me)
He want a bitch like the Stallion with the knees (With the knees)
He be like, "Damn, how that thang movin' in them jeans?" (Yeah, yeah, them jeans)
Ayy, even D4L couldn't do it like me, like me
Ooh, ah, ooh
I done got this body ready just for you
Girl, I hope he don't catch me messin' 'round with you
Talkin' to myself in the mirror like, "Bitch, you my boo"
I'm the shit, ooh
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (Keep it real, ooh)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy
I'm still that bitch, yuh (Ah)
[Chorus]
I'm a savage, yeah (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yuh (Okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ooh, ooh, ah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah)
[Verse 4]
I heard they askin' for the Queen, they brought some cameras in here
I'm a bad bitch, she's a savage, no comparison here
I'ma flip my hair and look back while I twerk in the mirror
All this money in the room, think some scammers in here
I'm comin' straight up out that Third, I whip the whip like I stirred it (Stirred)
Woodgrain, we swervin', keepin' his mind all on these curves (Uh)
Coupe fly like a bird (Bird), cold on 'em like, "Brrr" (Ice)
Always keep my words, no, I don't do crosswords
Stallion when I ride, he like them hot girls with them hips, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I hopped that shit, the way I hopped out and slid, ah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I pop my shit, now watch me pop up again, ah (Woah)
I mop the floor, now watch me sweep up these Ms, 'cause I— (Ah)
[Chorus]
I'm a savage, yeah (Savage, okay)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay)
Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Nasty)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's happening? What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay, I'm a savage)
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay, bitch)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Yeah, yeah, nasty)
Acting stupid (Woah), what's happening? (What's happening?)
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, what's happening?)
[Outro]
I'm a savage
It's Thee Stallion and the B
H-Town, goin' down
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Savage Remix
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Megan Thee Stallion
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[ミーガン・ザ・スタリオン「Mamushi」ft. 千葉雄喜 歌詞]
[Intro]
(Koshy アッツー)
私は スター
スター ミーガン
Ah
雄喜 千葉
[Chorus]
I get money, I'm a star, star, star
Star, star, star, star
I get money, I'm a star, star, star
Star, star, star, star
お金 稼ぐ 俺らは スター
お金 稼ぐ 私は スター
スター、スター、スター、スター、キラキラ
私は スター (Real hot girl shit)
[Verse 1]
He know who I am, ain't had to say my name
Stack it up like Tetris, but this money ain't a game
私、可愛い いい体
Drinkin' out the bottle, gettin' twisted, Maruchan
Big exotic, Hermès, this a croc', hmm
Watch too expensive, ain't no way I'm gettin' clocked, hmm
I think I'm so sexy, every shirt I own is cropped, hmm
So many carats, diamonds do the bunny hop (Ah)
In the US or Japan, if he meet me, he gon' bow
I got yen for your friends, if they pretty, bring 'em out
Goin' dumb in Madam Woo, pourin' sake in they mouth
Told him put me on his plate, bring them chopsticks to the south
[Chorus]
I gеt money, I'm a star, star, star
Star, star, star, star
I get money, I'm a star, star, star
Star, star, star, star
お金 稼ぐ 俺らは スター
お金 稼ぐ 私は スター
スター、スター、スター、スター、キラキラ
私は スター
[Verse 2]
流れる 星たち どこに向かう？
また 願い叶えながら暮らす
ジュエリー身につけたまま歌う
スター達が集まったスタジオ
夜な夜な酒たくさん並ぶアジト
さっきまで六本木で収録ラジオ
そっからテレビ撮影するはしご
カメラたち追いかけてる俺たちを
大好きピカピカのダイヤ
暗いとこ輝いてる毎晩
Nicе to meet you する挨拶
I'm so happy ありがたいな
[Chorus]
I get money, I'm a star, star, star
Star, star, star, star
I get money, I'm a star, star, star
Star, star, star, star
お金 稼ぐ 俺らは スター
お金 稼ぐ 私は スター
スター、スター、スター、スター、キラキラ
私は スター
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Mamushi
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Megan Thee Stallion
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[Intro]
I'm that bitch (Yeah)
Been that bitch, still that bitch (Ah)
Will forever be that bitch (Forever be that bitch)
Yeah (Ayy, ah)
[Verse 1]
I'm the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces
Had to X some cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza (Yeah)
I'm way too exclusive, I don't shop on Insta' boutiques
All them lil' ass clothes only fit fake booties
Bad bitch, still talking cash shit
Pussy like water, I'm unbothered and relaxing
I would never trip on a nigga if I had him
Bitch, that's my trash, you the maid, so you bagged him, ah
[Chorus]
I'm a savage (Yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Hey, hey, yeah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what's happening?
Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah)
[Verse 2]
Eat me and record it, but your edge-up all I'm showing (Ah)
I keep my niggas private, so his AP all I'm showing (Baow)
Beefing with you bitches really getting kinda boring
If it ain't about the money, then you know I'm gon' ignore it
I'm the shit, ooh (Ayy)
I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh (Too much drip, ooh)
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (I keep a whip, baow)
Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ayy (Still that bitch)
I'm still that bitch, yeah (Ah)
[Chorus]
I'm a savage
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Yeah)
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Bitch)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's up?)
Bitch, what's happening?
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I'm lit like a match, ooh
And any nigga I let hit is still attached, ooh
That body right, but you know this pussy fat, ooh
I drop a picture, now these bitches feel attacked, ayy
Don't let that nigga gas you up and get you whacked, ooh
I make a call and get a pussy nigga smacked, uh
These bitches talkin' 'bout pulling up, well, where you at? Ooh
I'm in a Lam', bitch, catch me if you can, ooh
I'm kickin' bitches out they spot, Stalli' Chan, yeah (Ah, yeah)
[Outro]
Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain't shit sweet (Ah)
Mwah
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mwah
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Savage
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Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Real hot girl shit
Yeah, I'm in my bag, but I'm in his too
And that's why every time you see me, I got some new shoes
Ah, mwah, ayy, look
Lil Ju made this beat
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm a star, got these niggas wishin'
He say he hungry, this pussy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get off', hold up
Bitch, I'm a star, got these niggas wishin'
He say he hungry, this pussy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get offended
He know he giving his money to Megan
He know it's very expensive to date me
Told him go put my name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna, hold up
He know he giving his money to Megan
He know it's very expensive to date me
Told him go put my name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna wait
[Chorus]
I can't be fucked with, no
Ho, you can't touch this, ayy
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ayy
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah
[Verse 2]
You know why these bitches love me? (Why?)
'Cause Baby don't give a fuck (What you do?)
I be fixin' her weave while she suckin' my dick
Pull it out, then I tittyfuck (Uh, uh)
I fuck her from the back and she nasty, killin' her
Know how I give it up (Yeah, yeah)
I be cool on 'em, bitch, ain't no pressure (Uh-uh)
'Til I met this lil' freak, her name Megan (Ooh)
This lil' thing here a stallion, look how she walk
Look how she talk, she sexy (Mwah)
I like when they pretty and ghetto (Uh-huh)
Type of bitch that don't even say hello (Yeah, yeah)
And whenever we fuck, she be fuckin' me back
Put her in the headlock with my elbow (Mmh)
Now she done reversed it
Got up on the dick and ride the shit like a Camaro, uh
[Chorus]
I can't be fucked with, no
Ho, you can't touch this, ayy
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ayy
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ayy
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah (Hey, hey, look)
[Verse 3]
I don't be stressin' 'bout none of these niggas
When they be talkin', I don't even listen
Tellin' me secrets, I probably forget it
But I'ma tune in when he say he gon' lick it
He told 'em send me a pic 'cause he miss me
I told him send me a stack if he really
I don't be trusting these tricks 'cause they tricky
Send him a pic of somebody else titties
I'm a finesser and I'm a fly dresser
Move to the top floor and flew in my dresser
My bitches hustle, make money together
Your bitches birds and they flockin' together
I can't decide if I want the new Louis
Dapper Dan yellow, I'm always in Gucci
Your mama don't bring your dad to the mall
'Cause when he be in there she know he be choosin'
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Cash Shit
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Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Real hot girl shit
Ah
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
[Chorus]
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
[Verse 1]
Look at how I bodied that, ate it up and gave it back (Ugh)
Yeah, you look good, but they still wanna know where Megan at (Where Megan at?)
Saucy like a barbecue but you won't get your baby back
See me in that dress and he feel like he almost tasted that (Ah, ah, ah)
Num, num, num, num, eat it up, foreplay, okay, three, two, one
You know I'm the hottest, you ain't ever gotta heat me up
I'm present whеn I'm absent, speakin' when I'm not thеre
All them bitches scary cats, I call 'em Carole Baskins, ah
[Chorus]
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Baow)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
[Verse 2]
I'm a hot ebony, they gon' click it if it's me (If it's me)
All my pictures been gettin' these niggas through the quarantine (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm very well, on my shit as you could tell
Any ho got beef from years ago is beefing by herself, ah, ah
If we took a trip on the real creep tip (Yeah)
Bitch, rule number one is don't repeat that shit (Don't repeat that shit)
Rule number two, if they all came with you
They better know exactly what the fuck they came to do (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah)
[Chorus]
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah, ah, ah)
[Verse 3]
The category is body, look at the way it's sittin' (Yeah)
That ratio so out of control, that waist, that ass, them titties (That waist, that ass, them titties)
If I wasn't me and I would've seen myself, I would have bought me a drink (Hey)
Took me home, did me long, ate it with the panties on (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
I could build a house with all the brick I got (Yeah)
Bitches spend a lifetime tryna get this hot (Tryna get this hot)
And if her head too big, I could make that pop
I'm not the one to play with like a touch-me-not, ah
[Chorus]
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Ah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Body crazy, curvy, wavy, big titties, lil' waist (Woah, woah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody (Hey, hey, hey, ah)
[Outro]
Ody-ody-ody-ody
Mwah
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Body
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Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
[Verse 1]
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic
(Why the fuck you in the club when niggas wildin’?)
I've been lit since brunch, thot shit
Order '42 for the table, let’s pop shit
Missionary or doggystyle, I'ma top shit
Pussy-ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet, ah
Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate
'Cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom
And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me
All I see is a whole lotta dinner
I walk around the house butt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
I don't give a fuck who talk behind my back
'Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear her (Ah)
[Chorus]
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
[Verse 2]
Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I'm a genie
Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me
I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs
No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how I’m orderin' CCs
Go to your place, no face, no case
Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me
Acting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me
Watchin' me go through it and still tryna drag me
Actin' like you winnin', if you think about it, actually
Are they supportin' you or really just attackin' me?
I don't give a fuck 'bout a blog tryna bash me
I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah)
[Chorus]
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
[Verse 3]
Drinkin' out the motherfuckin' bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat go straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic
Fuckin' on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit
I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit
Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope
Got a real hot box, but a bitch don't smoke (Ah)
Hot girl, but I'm still the coldest, hey
I'm the big homie, but I ain't the oldest, hmm
Bitch dry hatin', tryna get noticed
Man, ain't nobody come to see you, Otis, look
How many bitches lyin' if they say they bars is better?
They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto
I'm really talkin', but it really can apply to whoever
My pen a freak, it'll go after a bitch or a nigga (Huh)
Big bank take lil' bank, bitch, add it up
Hoes takin' shots, but they ain't in my caliber
Booked, but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I don't brag enough"
LVs, double C's, Birkins, I'm workin'
My chain ain't hittin' if a bitch ain't hurtin'
Look, I ain't even finna argue with a bitch
One thing I know, two things for certain
None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
And I'ma keep talkin' all the shit that I want
And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can't
We ain't even speakin' if the nigga ain't spendin'
He could never say that I was one of his women
I don't even let niggas know where I stay
I'll be damned if he thinkin' he poppin' up on this pimpin' (Ah)
[Outro]
(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
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Thot Shit
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Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Verse 1]
Fuck bein' good, I'm a bad bitch (Ah)
I'm sick of motherfuckers tryna tell me how to live (Fuck y'all)
Wack hoes hate under my pictures on the 'Gram (Ugh)
Bitch, you better hope I never run across your man, uh
In the mall with him, I'ma have a ball with him (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Somebody call Rihanna, I'ma buy some drawers with him
He fuckin' with Thee Stallion 'cause he into wild women (He love wild women)
Put them legs on his head, now he love tall women (Yeah, yeah, ah)
You'll never catch me callin' these niggas daddy (Nope)
I ain't lyin' 'bout my nut just to make a nigga happy (Nigga, please)
Lifestyle when a nigga can't fit a Magnum
It never happened if the dick wasn't snappin' (Ayy, woo)
[Chorus]
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)
I'm a hot girl, I do hot shit (I do hot shit)
Spend his income on my outfit (On my outfit)
I don't text quick 'cause I ain't thirsty (I ain't thirsty)
These bitches mad, mad, they wanna hurt me (Ah, ah)
[Verse 2]
Any rumor 'bout me, let me dead it (Let me dead it)
I'm a open book and your man probably read it (Ah)
Looked at my AP and these hoes still pathetic (Mmm)
Real bitches back when I check my Patek, yeah (Yeah, yeah, woah)
Yeah, he call me Patty Cake 'cause the way that ass shake (Yeah, yeah, ass shake)
I'ma make him eat me out while I'm watchin' anime (Wow, wow, anime)
Pussy like a Wild Fox, lookin' for a Sasuke (Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah)
One night with him make him lose it like a prom date (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
Two watches, yeah, call me two-timin' (Two-timin')
Skin like gold and my teeth like diamonds (Yeah, yeah, like diamonds)
Hot Girl chain, Elliot got me shinin' (Yeah)
They tried to knock me off, but a bitch still grindin'
[Verse 3]
I'm a rich nigga magnet (Yeah), pretty with a fatty (With a fatty)
Thirty-inch weave with the long eyelashes (Blah, long eyelashes)
Yes, I got a man if I don't like who askin' (Boy, bye)
I don't stand outside 'cause I'm too outstandin' (Ah)
'Cause the girls in the hood are always hard
Ever since sixteen, I been havin' a job
Knowin' nothin' in life, but I gotta get rich
You could check the throwback pics, I been that bitch (Uh)
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Girls in the Hood
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Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
(Bone Collector the plug)
Real hot girl shit
Real, real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Hot Barbie summer
Real, real, real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Don't run from me, friend, haha
[Chorus]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Handle me? (Huh) Who gon' handle me? (Who?)
Thinkin' he's a player, he's a member on the team
He put in all that work, he wanna be the MVP (Boy, bye)
I told him ain't no taming me, I love my niggas equally
Fuckin' 9-to-5 niggas with that superstar D ('Star D)
Fucked a superstar nigga, now I got him ballin' (Ballin')
I caught a jet to get that neck, I told him call, don't send no text (Mwah)
And don't you tell 'em you with me when they be askin' where you at, ah
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't read your mind, gotta say that shit (Say that shit)
Should I take your love? Should I take that dick?
Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin' (Hey)
I'm a hot girl, so you know ain't shit stoppin' (Hey)
[Chorus]
Real ass nigga, give a fuck 'bout a bitch
It is what it is, this some five star dick
She a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit
It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah
Real ass bitch, know she got it lit
Hot Girl Summer so you know she got it lit, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yo)
[Verse 2]
Who a hotter B? Who got a lot of D?
Who poppin' like a P when he be hoppin' out the V? (Brr)
And who gon' tell him that my bitch is getting her degree?
And when we say it's Hot Girl Summer, we ain't talkin' 'bout degrees
Who unfollowed me? Like who don't follow me?
'Cause even in your new bitch, I can see a lot of me
And honestly I'm honored 'cause that shit be comedy
You ain't put me in no brands, but I see you proud of me
I'm just a real ass bitch, give a fuck about a trick
On some real ass shit, and we really with the shit
Put this pussy on your lip, give a fuck about the dick
I get that rrr and then I rrr, I grab my shit and then I dip, ooh
[Verse 3]
Look, college girl, but a freak on the weekend (On the weekend)
Eat that dick up even when I'm going vegan
He be trippin' on me and I know the reason (I know the reason)
I gotta break up with my nigga every season
Real hot girl shit, ayy, I got one or two baes (Woah, woah)
If you seen it last night, don't say shit the next day (Hey, hey, yeah)
Let me drive the boat, ayy (Yeah), kiss me in a Rolls, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
It go down on that brown, now we goin' both ways, ah
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin'
Hey, hey
Whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin'
(Know we got it lit, yeah)
Hey, hey
I'm a hot girl so you know ain't shit stoppin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, hey
I'm a hot girl so you know ain't shit stoppin'
Know we got it lit, yeah (Ah)
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Hot Girl Summer
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Megan Thee Stallion
|
[Intro]
Real Hot Girl shit, ah
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, bitch, I'm a problem nobody solvin'
You can keep hating, I'm poppin' regardless
He want a bitch look like Megan Thee Stallion (Yeah)
Don't want your nigga 'cause I want his daddy
I like to switch up my style every week
I gotta switch up my hair every day
I ain't no ho, but I do be on go
And I promise my nigga's gon' love me the same
I'm a Hot Girl, don't try it at home
I wear the shit that be showing my thong
I like to drink and I like to have sex
I fuck the niggas that's cutting the checks
Dance on the dick, now, you been served
I like a dick with a little bit of curve
Hit this pussy with an uppercut
Call that nigga Captain Hook
[Chorus]
Ayy, I go shopping, mmh, want it, then I cop it, ayy, yeah
Bitches boppin', mmh, I do it, they copy, ayy, look
He's a sweetie, mmh, kiss it when he eat it, ayy, yeah
Know it's good when you chewin' and you singin'
[Verse 2]
I love niggas with conversation that find the clit with no navigation
Mandatory that I get the head, but no guarantees on the penetration (Huh)
I be texting with a bi chick, we both freaky, just trying shit (Mwah)
Main nigga getting super jealous, he don't even know about the other fellas
I need a Mr. Clean, make that pussy beam (Ooh, ooh)
Okay, I just might need a baker, make that pussy cream (Pussy cream)
Okay, you woke up mad at me 'fore you even brush your teeth
Mm-mm-mm, that's just super sad, fuck it, carpe diem, ah
I'm so indecisive, you can't cuff me, but I'm wifey (But I'm wifey)
I just want a nigga who gon' slurp me like an Icee (Slurp me like an Icee)
Bitches bite me so hard, had to put them on a diet (Put them on a diet)
Bitch, this ain't no tryout, so lil' ho, you better not try me (Ho, you better not try me)
I got a man, I got a bitch
I'm a banana, they gotta split (Hey, hey, ah)
One in your top, one in your tip (Hey, hey)
One for the club, one for the crib (One for the crib)
My nigga fine, I wanna fuck
Ice in his mouth, eat me up
Rockin' his chain, wearin' his ring
Gettin' some brain, ah, ah, ah
[Verse 3]
Hot Girl Summer, I ain't fucking with no drama, huh (Fuckin' with no drama)
He was tripping, so I hung out with his partner, huh (Hey, with his partner)
Fuck him good, introduce me to his mama, huh (To his mama)
Thought he had me 'til I came out with the condom, huh (With the condom)
Drinking D'USSÉ out the motherfuckin' bottle, hey (Out the motherfuckin' bottle)
I'm a rapper, not no motherfuckin' model, huh (Not no motherfuckin' model)
Got a nigga, but I think I'll have another, huh (Think I'll have another)
I'm too sexy to be fucking under covers, huh
I know you know me, I ain't gotta introduce shit, hmm (Introduce shit)
Same crew, I ain't hanging with no new bitch, hmm (Hangin' with no new bitch)
I'ma buy it when I land, I rock new shit, hmm (Bitch, I rock new shit)
I ain't fucking with that nigga, I got new dick, hmm (Woah)
Please don't try me, lil' bitch, you know I'm with that, hmm (Bitch, you know I'm 'bout that)
I'll break a ho in half like a Kit-Kat, hmm (Like a Kit-Kat)
Please don't ask me 'bout it if you know I did that, huh (Bitch, you know I did that)
Not a stylist, but I'll push your fucking wig back, huh
[Outro]
Real Hot Girl shit, ah
Mwah
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Captain Hook
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Megan Thee Stallion
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[Intro]
I'd rather keep it real with ya
Real hot girl shit, ah
It ain't always about what you like, sometimes it's about what's right
Helluva made this beat, baby
Huh
[Chorus]
I'd rather be your B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be your B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
Why you wanna play with me? You know I'm undefeated
A real hot girl know how to keep a nigga heated
You say you want respect, well, treat me how you wanna be treated
You told me keep it real, but you don't practice what you preachin'
You want me to blow your phone up and come a-lookin' for you 'til I find ya
You really want me to whoop the ho that you fuckin' with if I find her
Bitch, you ain't that busy, I don't give a fuck what you ain't got time for
You look me in my eyes and know you lying, man, that's fraud, bruh
Man, you knew I was a player 'fore you met me, need to relax
You know that you gon' hate me if I get to playin' get-back
I ain't turn into no bad bitch when you met me, boy, I been that
You tryna make me somethin' that I ain't, and I ain't with that (Nah)
[Chorus]
I'd rather be your B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be your B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
[Verse 2]
I got my mind on gettin' paid, we ain't spoke in some days
He probably thinkin' I'm in pain, but I'm really on game
Ain't no nigga finna stop me, independent, I got me
All the shit that I be needin', can't depend on a "probably"
And that's fucked up, 'cause you know that I don't fuck with nobody
I be quiet, but you out here tellin' stories, one-sided
I ain't perfect and I try to fix the shit that ain't workin'
But it's 2020, I ain't finna argue 'bout twerkin'
Since you wanna test them waters, might as well jump in with both feet
If you leave me and you see me, better act like you don't know me
If you think this shit get better with another bitch, go get her (Go and get her)
When you realize she ain't got you like I got you, I can't help ya
[Chorus]
I'd rather be your B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be your B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
I'd rather be your B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
'Cause that's what you gon' call me when I'm trippin' anyway
You know you can't control me, baby, you need a real one in your life
Them bitches ain't gon' give it to you right
[Outro]
I'd rather be your B-I-T-C-H (I'd rather keep it real with ya)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I'd rather keep it real with ya
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
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B.I.T.C.H.
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Megan Thee Stallion
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[Intro]
Tell me... (Lil Ju made this beat)
Tell me, is it love? Is it love again? Ooh-ooh
[Verse 1]
Ayy, big ole freak, huh
Big booty, big ole treat (Ah)
I'ma make him wait for the pussy
Hit it 'til he big ole skeet, ayy (Baow, baow, baow)
Feet on the bed (Ayy)
I'll fuck him up in the head
Suck it, then look in his eyes
Then the next day, I might leave him on read, ayy (Mwah)
Pop it, pop it (Pop it)
Daydreaming 'bout how I rock it, huh
He hit my phone with a horse
So I know that mean come over and ride it (Ride, ride, ride)
Shit, I'm on the way, huh (Ayy)
Ride on that dick, I'm like "Yay," hey (Woo)
Usually, I like to fuck (I like to fuck)
But tonight, we gon' make love cause you bae, huh
Nobody know (Nah)
I fuck with him on the low (Of course)
We never show up together
But I text him when I'm ready to go, ayy
I had a couple of shots at the bar (Yeah)
I'm finna play with that dick in the car (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got him swervin' and breakin' the law
These windows tinted so nobody saw
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nobody freak like me, huh (Hell nah)
Give ya what you need like me, huh
Ain't nobody got up on they tip-tip toes
Then rode to the tip like me, huh (Ayy, ayy, baow, baow)
I got him addicted, he fiendin' (Yeah)
My body a drug and he need it (Need it)
He beggin' me for the treatment (He beggin' me)
He throw a fit when I leave him
[Chorus]
He like "Baby, let me rub, let me rub on ya
Can I get a lil' love, lil' love from ya?"
My body addictive, it's drivin' him crazy
I think I gotta run from him (Ayy, run, run, run)
Don't know what to do without it
He fuckin' wit' you? I doubt it (I do)
They don't understand that I'm all in his head
And it's nothin' to do with my body
[Post-Chorus]
You been fiendin' for me lately
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I got what you need, I'm gon' give it to you, baby
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh)
Fiendin' for me lately
I got what you need, I'ma give you what you craving
[Verse 2]
See, I'm a big ole freak, I love to talk my shit (Talk my shit, uh)
And you must be a pussy boy if you get offended
Bitch, it's Tina Snow (Uh)
They love me 'cause I'm cold ('Cause I'm cold)
And you can't take no nigga from me
I got mind control (Hell no), ayy, uh
I wanna fuck in the mirror
I like to look at your face when you in it (Uh)
Come in the room and I'm givin' commands
I am the captain and he the lieutenant (He the lieutenant)
I need that neck like a muhfuckin' pendant
Need you to spit, make that muhfucker glisten (Ah)
Tell him, "Shut up," make that muhfucker listen
I bet he gon' like it, he won't do no trippin' (Ah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nobody freak like me (Hell nah), huh
Give ya what you need like me (Hell nah), huh
Ain't nobody got up on they tip-tip toes
Then rode to the tip like me, huh
I got him addicted, he fiendin' (Yeah)
My body a drug and he need it (Need it)
He beggin' me for the treatment (He beggin' me)
He throw a fit when I leave him (Ah)
[Chorus]
"Baby, let me rub, let me rub on ya
Can I get a lil' love, lil' love from ya?"
My body addictive, it's drivin' him crazy
I think I gotta run from him (Ayy, run, run, run)
Don't know what to do without it
He fuckin' wit' you? I doubt it (I do)
They don't understand that I'm all in his head
And it's nothin' to do with my body
[Post-Chorus]
You been fiendin' for me lately
Goin' brazy, brazy (Mm, mm, mm-mm)
I got what you need, I'm gon' give it to you, baby
Goin' brazy, brazy (Ooh, ooh)
Fiendin' for me lately (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
I got what you need, I'ma give you what you craving
[Outro]
Tell me, is it love, is it love again? Ooh-ooh
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Big Ole Freak
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Megan Thee Stallion
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