Future – Patek Water lyrics




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Patek Water lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
Southside
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back, don’t go back

[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m a young gunner, young gunner, young gunner, a nigga just wet up
We don’t got no time for these boys, just shut up and bet up
The Rollie on Ric Flair, my wrist is just wet up (Whoo)
The plug just called like “What up?”, nigga don’t let up (Let’s go)
The diamonds are yellow the day, you gotta catch up, yeah
Money on the floor with these hoes, these niggas can’t pose with us (Can’t pose, no)
How the f*ck you sound old, you never grown with us
Diamonds in the ear got big, look nigga, I told you (They dripping wet)
Flood that Patek [??] and throw her that straw (Throw her that straw)
All these bitches digging with a golden shovel
Secret service, they taking me through the side door (Side, let’s go)
And I promise I can fold with a blindfold

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[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Verse 2: Offset]
[??] on the edge of my neck, I never settle for less (Nah)
Put her on perky and act, I’ma just f*ck and forget (Smash)
Mansion that sit on the hill, after my last arrest
Niggas out here in the field, don’t need a mask or vest (Brr)
Ah, back to back Lambos, repeat it, you like to run when it’s heated (Run)
Back to back AR-15 with the cooler, just in case it get heated
Hop on the wave and drown, my momma [??] cartier bracelet (Momma)
Ah, face it down, dirty in my soda, I hate the brown (Uh)
Hold it down ’cause the plug is illegal
Ridin’ ’round with a dub and a eagle (Brr)
I heard that money get evil, prayin’ to god to keep me from demons (God)
She lost in the vibe surrounded by stars, we got her sucking on semen (Ugh)
You gotta survive and sparing no lives
F&N pop at your beanie (Ayy)

[Hook: Future & Young Thug]
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Nigga, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a bitch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

[Outro: Future]
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We just wanna go snatch a nigga’s sunroof
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back, don’t go back



Young Thug – Cruise Ship lyrics




Below are the complete “Cruise Ship” lyrics by Young Thug displayed. These lyrics were added 10 hours ago.

Cruise Ship lyrics

[Intro]
BL$$D
Yeah, yeah
Future, baby, Thugger Thugger
Ayo Chef
Pockets
Everything I got came from a lick
Ice on all my watches, on a ship
Underneath the turf’s the worst it’s gon’ get (it’s gon’ get)
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I’m a fish

[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

[Verse]
The coupe is outside and I’m styled in the best
I see you killin’ these niggas ’cause you’re doin’ it the best
Solitaries ain’t nothing to me
Coughin’ these like I got lukemi’
Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I’m part of the Bape team
Fuck you thought? Supreme on the quilt, hang low, it’s a drag queen
I’m in a bronze Benz, I think it’s the wagon
Ever since mom’s titty, bitch I was flaggin’
She got some water on, she my Cancun ting (she my Cancun ting)
I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing (my wrist is on Beijing)
I’m tellin’ all of my hoes give their orders to the maid (hold on, turn up)
I got 20 bitches with me and they ain’t showin’ shade
I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin’ to the wave
I’m with 20 models but I dress accordin’ to the babe
I’m goin’ all in by my bro and my paper
Ain’t got no f*ckin’ neighbors, ain’t got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh

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[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)


Future – 200 lyrics


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200 lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

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[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat


Lil Durk – True Colors Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Have a threesome with your bestie I’mma chance it
Don’t take a pic when we together that’s a fed shit
I spent over 4-5 racks on these glasses
I want that purple with my color just like Kansas
Make sure I’m super fly because the cameras
Put a mm mm mm mm inside the chopper cannon
Sway don’t but the whole hood got the answers
Black power in my blood my cousin Lee a panther
Do about 50 riding down lake show
God took away my niggas they don’t make more
You take one of mine we gon’ take four
Bitches screaming fake love like a drake tour
We gon’ pull up in that truck and it’s paid for
How you flexing with your homie, shit it ain’t yours
Cleaning pasta out the trap but I hate yours
BJ took mine he catch a case I take yours
Hitting that dope I gotta take double
I’m from the trenches make me hate storms, Chiraq
How the fuck you on top and you don’t make noise?
I brought a hellcat from the trenches and I made it roar
We violent, shawty don’t be took silent
She don’t like public, all her pages be private
Before I pay a nigga bills I buy fashion
I fuck her off a perky pill got me lasting

[Hook]
Ain’t no way that hate can overpower love
Ain’t no money in the world that can buy you trust
Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
Used to be my brother, show me they color
True colors, yeah your true colors
True colors, yeah your true colors
Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors
Even with these shades I can see your true colors

[Verse 2]
I can’t put no niggas over mine, I’ma over grind
Over time, for more chains I’ll over shine
I’m screaming free ’em even if appeals denied
Gave ’em guns just to get some [?]
Like drinking lean shit way too cold with ice
Kidnap your son got me like I’m Uncle Ice
Your ass ain’t right, keep my strap like a dyke
They shot my brother, we was in it all night
They ain’t listen you ain’t no politician
And I was broke ain’t have no pot to piss in
Don’t fuck with too many niggas had to keep my distance
When I do come around I swear I feel attention
I love my cousin Iris man I swear I miss her
Her daughter look just like her I see her and kiss her
My daddy never seen my kids, only through some pictures
At the time I was fighting cases so I couldn’t visit

[Hook]
Ain’t no way that hate can overpower love
Ain’t no money in the world that can buy you trust
Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
Used to be my brother, show me they color
True colors, yeah your true colors
True colors, yeah your true colors
Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors
Even with these shades I can see your true colors
No, no, no, no


Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company Lyrics


[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You ain’t with your friends
Please come in in
Girl don’t mind, one time
Oh baby let me see you
You walk across that jewelry
Then slightly shake that booty (oh yeah)
Get your walk while I do it
I’ma show you all the way I play I do it

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top on girls, when we rocking (rocking)
Play on player, play on player, play on player, play on player

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Breezy, smoke weed in the VIP


Charli XCX – Champion Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Gave you my love and my affection all of the time
Thought you were the one, thought you were the one, but you had to lie
Up in my house, straight to my place, looking right through my eyes
Thought you were the one, thought you were the one, but you had to lie
So

[Chorus]
Imma walk away like a champion
Hold my head up high like I’m on that throne
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
Imma walk away like a champion
I’m much better off now I’m on my own
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

[Verse 2]
Four in the morning, got a groupie calling your phone
Thought I was the one, thought I was the one, but I’m not alone
Gave you forgiveness, gave you one thousand second chances
Thought I was the one, thought I was the one, now I’m going home

[Chorus]
Imma walk away like a champion
Hold my head up high like I’m on that throne
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
Imma walk away like a champion
I’m much better off now I’m on my own
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah

[Bridge]
You were everything everything to me
I do, anything, anything to be
Right there, kissing and touching your body
Laying side by side
My house, watching, watching a movie
You be texting with one of your groupies
Gave you love and now that you’re an EFC
But you let the love die
So

[Chorus]
Imma walk away like a champion
Hold my head up high like I’m on that throne
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah
Imma walk away like a champion
I’m much better off now I’m on my own
Made a mess of me in front of everyone
I’m done
I’d rather be, rather be lonely, yeah, lonely yeah


Chris Travis – Ape Boy Lyrics


Fuck wit my set, push yo shit back
Im in the front, you in the back
I got a knife, its on the strap
She got a friend, fuck when she nap
Im from the south, fuck bout a rap
Come to my house, won’t make it out
These niggas hoes, running they mouth
Straight with these hoes, fuck what they bout
These niggas wack, just want some clout
Fuck all this shit, where yo accounts
Fucking this bitch, right on my couch
Ape on my draws, wit dick in her mouth
Came out the M, made that shit out
I run up on him, knock his ass out
Now he ain’t talking no shit from no app
Pussy ass nigga you know that you child

I pull up on that bitch and she a dub
That I was gon fuck but she can’t budge
Fresh as fuck like ice up in the tub
Molly circulate in her flesh
Gucci pink roses on my vest
I ain’t have to answer for no sex
She just gave me top and then I left
Goyard on my belt, this shit is felt
Ima buy a choppa for some help
Niggas can’t even be themselves
Bitch thats why I’m mobbing to the death

FUTURE – 200 lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat


FUTURE – 4 Da Gang lyrics


[Intro: Future]
I get big high
This a big guy, yeah
Yeah, Firk, got you
Woo, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (Nah)
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (No)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga (Private jet)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga
I’m drinking a fifth a day, and I’m rocking my ice, nigga
You see my plain Patek, cost Jerry Rice, nigga
I spent over 80k, just last night, nigga
Death can’t get in my way
Don’t believe the hype, nigga
Now myself impeccable, and I’m so precise, nigga
It can be in the day time, we don’t stop at the light, nigga
When I woke up at noon, I had went past the moon (Pluto)
Got a seven car garage (seven car garage), I done ran out of room
Everything over a quarter, Audemar on my daughter (Audemar)
She rocking her third Rolley, I can’t help but spoil her (she is spoiled)
I was born a drug task, when my mom gave birth (when my mom gave birth)
I used to show up in class, on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s (on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s)
Go check my profile, I beat the verdict (I beat the verdict)
I was kicking it in overdrive, for Seth Firkins (yeah, yuh)
My diamonds certified, my trigger working (yeah, yuh)
Got it out the mud, baby, that’s why my cups dirty
Yeah, yuh

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)

[Verse 2: Future]
I take the plastic off the seal a trillion miles away (yeah)
I know every nigga with my gone kill, so I stay out the way (gang)
I ain’t gotta walk around with my steel ’cause the streets made me
I still keep a chopper at arm’s reach, ’cause I stay faded (yeah)
Them percocets got my homie arm itching, I’ma still take ’em (oh yeah)
I can finesse him without pulling out my gun, how he gone still hate me?
I’m a nine figure nigga, we ain’t never worried about murder cases (murder)
My slime nigga, buy ’em a Bugatti on your birthday (SLATT)
Every time we plead, we plead not guilty in the first place (On God)
I look my demon in the face, I’m booted up the worst way
She want my semen, so she can run with it and take it to the bank (yeah)
I can’t grieve, ’cause ain’t none of my grandma bills late (on [gang? game?])
I bought my mom a mansion and it came with a lake
I’m so real, my day one got every code to my safe (Oh yeah)
I told my ex hoes, “can’t nobody take my place” (no)
I know I’m a rockstar and that’s on everything

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)


TAYLOR SWIFT – Gorgeous lyrics


[Intro]
Gorgeous

[Verse 1]
You should take it as a compliment
That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk
You should think about the consequence
Of your magnetic field being a little too strong
And I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us
He’s in the club doing I don’t know what
You’re so cool it makes me hate you so much

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine
You’ve ruined my life by not being mine

[Chorus]
You’re so gorgeous
I can’t say anything to your face
‘Cause look at your face
And I’m so furious
At you for making me feel this way
But what can I say?
You’re gorgeous

[Verse 2]
You should take it as a compliment
That I’m talking to everyone here but you
And you should think about the consequence
Of you touching my hand in the darkened room
If you’ve got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her
But if you’re single that’s honestly worse
‘Cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts
(Honey, it hurts)

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Ocean blue eyes looking in mine
I feel like I might sink and drown and die

[Chorus]
You’re so gorgeous
I can’t say anything to your face
‘Cause look at your face
And I’m so furious
At you for making me feel this way
But what can I say?
You’re gorgeous

[Bridge]
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah
There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah
There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
Guess I’ll just stumble on home to my cats
Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh!

[Chorus]
You’re so gorgeous
I can’t say anything to your face
‘Cause look at your face
And I’m so furious
At you for making me feel this way
But what can I say?
You’re gorgeous

[Outro]
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah
There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
You’re gorgeous
You make me so happy it turns back to sad, yeah
There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have
You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
You’re gorgeous

FUTURE – Feed Me Dope lyrics


[Intro]
Ready for whatever
Clever as it get
Do I really gotta explain myself

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
Feed me dope, I get wavy like a boat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long

[Verse 1]
I need, Chinese molly, Hong Kong
I need, good drank, big strong
Durk ‘dem call me big papi, I get big cocky
Uh-oh, big molly, got my wrist rocky (uh-oh)
Uh-oh, bring the money on a big dolly (uh-oh)
They know, I’m a millionaire from freestyling
Uh-oh, good dope make my wrist talk (uh-oh)
Coco, watch me hit her with a big stop
Toto, keep the receipt, I’m a bad boy
Thirty round drip, ooh, he a mad boy
All of my diamonds clear, ooh, that’s a jag boy
I see Hermes belt, thousand on my tag boy
I was hustlin’ in the field with all I had boy (whoa whoa)
My mama shed a few tears but I wasn’t sad boy (whoa whoa)
Tryna explain to her for years she had a cash boy (whoa whoa)
I took a pill and a half today, that ain’t my last boy (whoa)
The one with the beans on it, I’m taking off like Elroy
I took a few on my head, I got to be on my head
I’m living close to the edge, I gotta stay with some lead
I wanna hit me a lick, just like a sheep on the bed

[Chorus]
Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up
Might as well just give your ho up
I got loco ho, but I shipped her out the country though
Ain’t no giving up, you already know how I give it up
Sippin’ out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck
I get wavy like a goat
Feed me dope, and I start seeing ghosts
I’m off the porch, I’m skippin’ court
Skip to my lou, trapping a sport (skip to my lou)
Ok fish butter, chicken cutter (okay)
Maserati, we get mozzarella, (okay) ayy
Go’n, you doin’ that wrong (out of here), Al Capone
Don’t talk on phones but we get dope money all night long


YOUNG THUG – Cruise Ship lyrics


[Intro]
BL$$D
Yeah, yeah
Future, baby, Thugger Thugger
Ayo Chef
Pockets
Everything I got came from a lick
Ice on all my watches, on a ship
Underneath the turf’s the worst it’s gon’ get (it’s gon’ get)
Whipped up water on my wrist, think I’m a fish

[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)

[Verse]
The coupe is outside and I’m styled in the best
I see you killin’ these niggas ’cause you’re doin’ it the best
Solitaries ain’t nothing to me
Coughin’ these like I got lukemi’
Forreal, la familia, I go gorilla, I’m part of the Bape team
Fuck you thought? Supreme on the quilt, hang low, it’s a drag queen
I’m in a bronze Benz, I think it’s the wagon
Ever since mom’s titty, bitch I was flaggin’
She got some water on, she my Cancun ting (she my Cancun ting)
I got some black diamonds, my wrist is on Beijing (my wrist is on Beijing)
I’m tellin’ all of my hoes give their orders to the maid (hold on, turn up)
I got 20 bitches with me and they ain’t showin’ shade
I got 20 closets, I could dress accordin’ to the wave
I’m with 20 models but I dress accordin’ to the babe
I’m goin’ all in by my bro and my paper
Ain’t got no f*ckin’ neighbors, ain’t got no neighbors
Yeah
No neighbors, oh

[Chorus]
Play dip and dab out the bag (dab out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin’ (you want problems for somethin’)
Need to get you some racks (need to get you some racks)
She gon’ bring it to daddy (she gon’ bring it to daddy)
Eat the cake out her panties (eat the cake out her panties)
I was cool as a cat (I was cool as a cat)
Stay all facts
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (still rich)
Three million dollar house, came from evictions (hood rich)
Out here on a jet and a cruise ship (cruise ship)
Last night I stole a yacht to cruise in it (cruise in it)
If I wouldn’t have rapped, I’d still be rich (hood rich)
If I ain’t have this sh*t, I’d still be lit (hood rich)
If I f*ck these hoes, then I’m trippin’ (I’m trippin’)
I can’t f*ck these hoes, they might try to pull the trigger
Ain’t no slippin’ (let’s go)


FUTURE – All Da Smoke lyrics


[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke


YOUNG THUG – Killed Before lyrics


[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no (woah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, f*ck all this bullsh*t (SLATT)
Diamonds for all us kings, yeah
Got my money went Ludacris (let’s go)
Give some racks to a hood bitch
Give some racks to a pulpit
Look at the grain, it’s wood bitch
On the floor, it’s a wool bitch
She suck dick like a whole tick (come on)
Diamonds on me they cold as sh*t
I thank God that I went legit (and what)
When we see ’em, you know we blitz (and what)
I can bet up, you know I’m rich (leggo)
Shut the f*ck up nigga bet up, you say you rich
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Spot full of birdies with no treetop
You know you my son, you can be that
I bought the boat, the jetskis
Got a FN and a stick, don’t test me
I stacked them hunnids up to God’s knees
Ain’t going broke until 2070

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, (woah, woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no

[Verse 2]
We ain’t letting these bitches get between us
We ain’t letting no monkey niggas stand that close to us (close to us)
I ain’t got no heart when it come down to my bro, yeah
She is not my dresser, she just irons my clothes, yeah (facts)
Pulled off in a Tesla, pulled back in a Porsche, yeah
Bought the Maserati, you’ll get burnt like toast, yeah
I get on that bullsh*t, you’ll get it started, yeah (started)
Six kids with me, didn’t think bout abortions, yeah (aye)
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh
Ready for war like a machine
Came from pillies to post schemin’
Now I got fifty hoes on they knees
I put X in my codeine
But I’m putting nothing in my weed
Yeah I took a jet right overseas
I want some head from overseas
I caught a case, my jewelry seized
I started out with fifty ki’s
My Bentayga clean like bleach
On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese
On this sh*t like fleas, aye

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah (woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no
Do you own a store, no

[Outro]
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh


FUTURE – Real Love lyrics


[Intro: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keep adding on keys to my door
And we made love

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Show me the love to my friends bitch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to the ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f*cked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it
Up a hundred mil
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the killtech, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

[Interlude: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t give a f*ck about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I done measured it so I’m higher than Aladin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Outro: Future]
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love


Wyclef Jean – Turn Me Good


The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I’ma love you all night
We gon’ be alright
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
I’ma love you all night
We gon’ be alright
When I couldn’t pay the rent
I had no money to spend
I was caught up in the trench
Now you’re the reason that we rich
When the feds raid the door
Put the shadow on the floor
They found them things in the drawer
You got me the lawyer for the court
What we gonna do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gonna make love all night
Like Mr. Marley
Turn down the lights
We don’t need no interruption
Turn down the lights
We can have a deep discussion
Turn up the lights, baby
You don’t gotta hide your imperfections
Turn down the lights
Ehh, what we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
Like a Marvin Gaye song
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
We gon’ be alright
Wait a minute baby
You’re so real
You shoot to kill
Ehh, in this cold world
We feel them chill
Zion awaits, yeah
I’m in the bed
At them golden gates
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ make love all night
And I’m feeling alright
What we gon’ do when we get to Zion
We gon’ be alright
We gon’ love all night
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good
The way you touch me
Your love is holy
Turn me good


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Fifth Harmony Ft. French Montana – He Like That (Remix) Lyrics



(Intro: Ally & Normani)
Mmmmmm
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump

(Verse 1: Dinah)
You got that good boy attitude and yeah, I kinda like it
You got the tats on your arm, got a bad girl excited
You put that bass in the beat, won’t you beat it up inside it?
I got that pumps and a bump and you know you wanna try it

(Pre-Chorus: Normani)
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
He like the girls with the pumps and a bump
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
I be that girl with the pumps and a bump

(Chorus: Lauren & Normani)
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
Montana
You know who it this

(Verse 2: French Montana)
Montana, you know what it is when you hear that haaa
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Hold up, rang rang, go watch chain gang
My story change lanes (skrrt skrrt)
Bring four girls, I’m up for a challenge (skrrt skrrt)
French vanilla, keep your balance
I lost my check and time, my flight lands at nine
Your flight lands at eight, my game just rewind
She love them dope boys, I love them big booties
Hurricane, strip clubs, and keep your wrist stupid
Bright lights, can’t lose ’em, white man, Frank Lucas
You got red rubies, (?) bad, make movies
Turtle neck, hundred chains, dancing crazy, baby
And you know they call me Montana, baby

(Chorus: Lauren & Normani & Ally)
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it (On it), one taste and he want it (One taste and he want it)
He like that bang, bang, bang, (He like that bang)
He like that bomb, bomb, bomb, (He like that bomb)
He like that love, love, love, (He like that love)
I’m like that drug, drug, drug, (I’m like that drug)
He trip when he on it (On it), one taste and he want it (One taste and…)

(Bridge: Lauren & (Ally))
(Bang) He love that bang
(Bomb) He love that bomb, bomb, bomb
(Love) He love that thang
(Drug) He love that hit and run
He lose his brain
He going to stupid dumb
He stupid dumb, all he ever want is some

(Pre-Chorus: Normani + Dinah & Lauren)
Pumps and a bump, pumps and a bump
He like the girls with the pumps and a bump (Oh)
Pumps and a bump (You know he wants some, wants some)
Pumps and a bump
I be that girl with the pumps and a bump

(Chorus: Lauren & Normani)
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bom, bom, bom
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it
He like that bang, bang, bang
He like that bom, bom, bom
He like that love, love, love
I’m like that drug, drug, drug
He trip when he on it, one taste and he want it


Snoop Dogg – M.A.C.A. Lyrics



Snoop Dogg “Make America Crip Again” lyrics.

(Intro Skit)
Cause I’ma keep it G real. I ain’t f**k with you cuz. You disrespected me. You disrespect my hood by telling me take off my flag asking how gangsta I was ni**a. You lucky on that day I was acting cool cuz. I told you I ain’t got time for that but ni**a, today I got time cuz

(Hook)
Ay young world, the world is yours
Ay young world, the world is yours
Young world, young world
The world is yours
Young world, the world is yours
The world is yours
The world is yours
The world is yours

(Pre-Verse: Snoop Dogg)
The president say he wants to make America great again
F**k that sh*t, we gon’ make America crip again cuz

(Verse 1: Snoop Dogg)
As I look around I see so many millionaires
With skin like mine, don’t pretend that I’m
With that bullsh*t your president been tweeting
Them black boys is balling out, the whole block been eating
You punk pigs we calling out
I’ma line y’all on up
Then start my own league, I’ma sign y’all on up
I’m thinking who my heroes be, thank god for the negro league
Colin Kaepernick was black balled, hoe ni**a please
This still America with three K’s, believe that sh*t
The world is yours my ni**a, so go and see that b*tch
Every chance you get, hit that lick and get that sh*t
Put your name down and your pen down
We gon’ make America crip again

(Hook)
Ay young world, the world is yours
Ay young world, the world is yours
Young world, young world
The world is yours
Young world, the world is yours
The world is yours
The world is yours
The world is yours

(Verse 2: Snoop Dogg)
Don’t sh*t look strange
Having all that power but you won’t make change
But don’t trip
We crip and we gang up too
And if I do a count I’m sure we got more guns than you
Now just imagine if we stop shooting our own kind
I’m a crip with no color lines, that means I’m colorblind
I learned that (?)
G status, errday
Now that I’m your OG
It’s my job to teach you, show you, lookout, reach you
Every change you get, hit that lick and get that sh*t
Put your name down and your pen down
We gon’ make America crip again

(Hook)
Ay young world, the world is yours
Ay young world, the world is yours
Young world, young world
The world is yours
Young world, the world is yours
The world is yours
The world is yours
The world is yours


Preme Feat. PartyNextDoor – Can’t Hang Lyrics



(Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR)
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah

(Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR)
Uh, drunk and high in the crop top, look sexy
Chantel Jefferies and rum and Pepsi
Slide through the crib, you can call your own Uber
I know that you hate it when I treat you like a groupie
I got plans, and I’m tryna fix things for you, baby
We ain’t gotta smoke when I’m textin’ you the best, baby

(Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR)
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah

(Verse 2: Preme & PARTYNEXTDOOR)
I’m hoping that you’ll pull up to the function
Your homies think I’m talking, well, they made the right assumption, yeah
And you can tell them trouble with your loving
I’m the one that got you doing private things in public, yeah
I’m your man and I’m tryna make your homies happy, baby, yeah
We got drank and testing you the fastest sorry, happy, baby

(Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR)
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang, yeah

(Verse 3: Preme & PARTYNEXTDOOR)
Say you ain’t no side chick
You more like a side kick
Ask me what the price is, loyalty is priceless
Them bitches hate to see see you riding shotgun, yeah
Only worried ’bout your life ’cause they ain’t got one, yeah
Smoking gas, pass that blunt, I’m on my last
I’m the plug like the aux cord in the tax
They can’t catch me, coupe don’t got no backseat
You a bad bitch
Quit acting, girl, I know you acting
I dropped a ‘hunnid up on a watch, it’s a fortune
Try to reach for my watch and my chain, no questions, we torture
You say all your niggas gang bang
We on the same thang
Said they want the old reign
Niggas, things change

(Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR)
Y’all bitches ain’t drunk enough
Y’all bitches ain’t high enough
I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you can’t hang
Don’t come thru if you ain’t gang
Don’t come thru if you can’t


Chris Brown – Tempo Lyrics



(Intro)
Baby, I’ma switch this sh*t up
F**k that older sh*t, yeah

(Pre-Chorus)
We ain’t in a rush, girl, it’s just us, girl (no)
Let me know wassup, girl, wassup, girl? (Girl, yeah)
‘Cause I’m tryna throw it down, eat it up, go down, eat it up (down, up, go down, eat it up)
Take it down, down, down, down, then I’ma beat it up, get it, go

(Chorus)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (oh yeah)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (oh yeah)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (yeah)
I wanna switch up the tempo, switch it up (baby)
Can I step the tempo? On ya
Switch up the tempo, switch it up (oh)
Can I switch up the tempo?
Switch up the tempo, push it up, hold up

(Verse 1)
I know that life moves too quick for ya, sometimes (sometimes)
We should pull up to the kick-back, smoke one with me one time (one time)
Tell me ’bout all the freaky secrets, all them troubles that you got on your mind (got on your mind)
Just bring them to life (bend it up), put that sh*t on a film and watch it back on rewind (hold up)

(Pre-Chorus)
We ain’t in a rush, girl, it’s just us, girl (push, girl, it’s just us, girl)
Let me know wassup, girl, wassup, girl? (Ooh yeah)
‘Cause I’m tryna throw it down, eat it up, go down, eat it up (throw it down, ooh)
Take it down, down, down, down, then I’ma beat it up (up)

(Chorus)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (let me, girl)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (ooh, ooh)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up (baby)
I wanna switch up the tempo, switch it up (oh, woah)
Can I step tempo on ya? (Tempo)
Switch up the tempo, switch it up (tempo)
Can I switch up the tempo? (Tempo, oh)
Switch up the tempo, push it up, hold up (yeah, yeah)

(Verse 2)
I know that you wanna change your place, girl, I got that for you (oh)
I know you need a good D, girl, I’ma drop that on you (oh, oh woah)
Girl, you just like me, I know that you nasty, I know that you with it (yeah)
Girl, don’t be shy, just admit it, as soon as you do, you can come through and get it for real (yeah)

(Pre-Chorus)
We ain’t in a rush, girl, it’s just us, girl (wanna feel you up, gon’ feel)
Let me know wassup, girl, wassup, girl? (Wassup, baby)
‘Cause I’m tryna throw it down, eat it up, go down, eat it up (throw it down, eat it up, eat it up)
Take it down, down, down, down, then I’ma beat it up (up)

(Chorus)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
I wanna switch up the tempo, switch it up
Can I step tempo on ya?
Switch up the tempo, switch it up
Can I switch up the tempo?
Switch up the tempo, push it up, hold up

(Bridge)
Baby, don’t be scared to show that to me
Let your hair down and just show that to me
Only your love, just give it to me, throw that to me
Don’t play around, just throw that back, give it all to me

(Pre-Chorus)
We ain’t in a rush, girl, it’s just us, girl
Let me know wassup, girl, wassup, girl?
‘Cause I’m tryna throw it down, eat it up, go down, eat it up
Take it down, down, down, down, then I’ma beat it up

(Chorus)
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
Let me switch up the tempo, switch it up
I wanna switch up the tempo, switch it up
Can I step the tempo? On ya
Switch up the tempo, switch it up
Can I switch up the tempo?
Switch up the tempo, push it up, hold up

(Outro)
Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up
Switch it up, switch it up, switch it up
Feel it, feel it
Switch it up, hold up

Future & Young Thug Album “Super Slimey” (Stream & Download)



Future and Young Thug drop a surprise joint album “Super Slimey” and you can stream it on Apple Music below.

The two Atlanta rappers drop the project just before midnight on Thursday night. They had only announced it a couple hours before it was made available. Young Thug posted the tracklist for the album about an hour before it was released, while singling out a song with Offset titled “Only One.” The album comes with 13 tracks with production credit from Southside, Wheezy, Fuse, London On Da Track, TM88, and Mike WiLL Made It.

Migos’ Offset is the only guest artist on the album. Among the tracks getting the most attention includes “Drip On Me,” “Patek Water” featuring Offset, and “Minl Flow.”

Stream and download Future and Young Thug new joint album “Super Slimey” below.


Keyshia Cole Album “11:11 Reset” (Stream & Download)



Keyshia Cole new album 11:11 Reset is now available on Apple Music for streaming.

The R&B songstress recently announced the project which is a follow up to her 2014 album Point of No Return. Her new album tells of her tales of love and heartbreak and her struggles to find back her way into the musical spotlight. 11:11 Reset comes with 11 tracks just like the title and features guest appearances from Remy Ma, Young Thug, Too $hort, French Montana, and DJ Khaled.

Bongo By The Way, Danja, and DJ Mustard are among the producers who worked with the R&B singer on the project. This is Keyshia Cole’s seventh album and her first with Epic Records. “It’s been a blessing to be able to have Epic on my team and me be on Epic’s team with L.A. Reid and Doug Morris,” she said in an interview with Rap-Up. “To have that support has been tremendous to me and the musical process has been awesome because they’ve contributed to that, as well.”

11:11 Reset Tracklist:

1. Cole World (Intro) (ft. DJ Khaled)
2. Unbothered
3. You (ft. Remy Ma & French Montana)
4. Incapable
5. Best Friend
6. Vault
7. Act Right (ft. Young Thug)
8. Right Time
9. Emotional
10. Ride (ft. Kamaiyah)
11. Cole World (Outro) (ft. Too $hort)


Young Dolph Album “Thinking Out Loud” (Stream & Download)



Young Dolph new album “Thinking Out Loud” is now available for streaming and download on Apple Music.

Dolph announced the project last week following his release from the hospital for gunshot wounds. The rapper decided to take full advantage of the extra publicity he is now getting as a result of getting shot last month. Aside from recovering from his injuries, Young Dolph finds himself in the studio to lay down some new tracks for his new mixtape “Thinking Out Loud.”

The project comes with 10 tracks and features Gucci Mane, DRAM, Ty Dolla $ign, and 2 Chainz as guest features. Among the production credits, you will find names like Zaytoven, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Drumma, Mike WiLL Made-It, among others. The album comes on the heels of a shooting in Hollywood last month where Young Dolph was shot several times. An affiliate of Yo Gotti was arrested and charged with attempted murder.

Thinking Out Loud Tracklist:

1. “What’s the Deal” (prod. by DJ Squeeky)
2. “Pacific Ocean” (prod. by Teddy Walton, co-prod. by Aaron Bow)
3. “Point Across” (prod. by Zaytoven)
4. “Drippy” (prod. by Mike WiLL Made-It)
5. “Believe Me” (prod. by Cassius Jay)
6. “All of Mine” Feat. D.R.A.M. (prod. by OZ)
7. “Go Get Sum Mo” Feat. Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz & Ty Dolla $ign (prod. by Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
8. “Thinking Out Loud” (prod. by Buddha Bless)
9. “Eddie Cane” (prod. by Buddha Bless)
10 “While U Here” (prod. by Drumma Boy)


Gucci Mane – Back On


Zone six
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
I’m just an East Atlanta nigga with a body on this belt
I done had a million beefs but I ain’t never call for help
I’ll take a nigga bricks and I done took a nigga reup
Put that pistol on your partner made him piss all on himself
Got your bitch so pissy drunk
That she done threw up on herself
‘Fore I send her back to you
She gon’ have Guwop on her breath
I’m the last real nigga left
I’m on an island by myself
I’m my only competition so I’m battling with myself
Facing prison, drug addiction
It’s like I’m battling with myself
I done shook up all my demons
Now I’m back to myself
You didn’t keep it real nigga so just keep it to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back
These niggas faking like they happy but they mad I’m home
I’m the two K sixteen Al Capone
I slap a nigga with a strap and then I throw him a hunnid
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
Can’t eat, can’t sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these skreets miss me
I went from trappin’ on the block to niggas trappin’ for me
I left the trappin’ went to rap thought you’d be happy for me
And then your jealousy turned to hate
And you wrote a statement on me
But when they let me out them gates
My bitch was waiting on me
See I ain’t mad at you homie, we ain’t got no beef
But I ain’t got no rat for you, I know you must love cheese
I got money that I saved then I’m back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe ’cause I’m back on road
I still do these hoes the same when I’m back on road
If you wasn’t there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don’t expect no love when I’m back

Wu-Tang Clan – If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation) / Hood Go Bang (feat. Method Man)


Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin’ with me
Who kinda miss me can kinda miss me, you kinda iffy
Don’t know the history? I’m from the city of stop and frisk me
The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it’s not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici’, it’s not an ishy
Or I’m too lazy to cross roads, if not, I’m busy
It’s not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different
So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
If y’all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin’ in barcode, nothin’ left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
They spark Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I’m sick and gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base, that’s what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that’s what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo ’cause they were settin’ the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track, it’s like a combo
King, we put the nine to your back, it’s like you Rondo
When it come to John, though, I’ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat, that’s my beliefs and I stand on ’em
Give you the Beats, no Doc Dre or brands on ’em
Some band want ’em, these verses hot and the fans want ’em
I’m from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
I’ve been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
I’m at the nana’s, bogus method, we call it bama
Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
Na-nana-nana, I’m feelin’ petty but watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes ‘I’m not your Santa’
Just want the body, nobody tryin’ to pot-and-pan ya
Cop scanners, a Fuller House but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin’ them Hawks out, then it’s not Atlanta’s

If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
Nobody get ’til I got mine, my mind made
[x2]


DJ Tiesto – Carry You Home (feat. Aloe Blacc & Stargate)


[Verse 1: Aloe Blacc]
Everybody needs a little room to make mistakes
You don’t have to be so perfect
You can go at your own pace

[Pre-Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Just show me the real you
So that I can feel you
I promise I won’t let you down
Just show me the real you
So that I can feel you
I promise I won’t let you down

[Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
When you’re tired and you’re weary
And you have no strength to go on
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
When there’s no one to turn to
And all you’ve had faith in is gone
Let me carry you home

[Post-Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home

[Verse 2: Aloe Blacc]
Everyone deserves a little precious time
To stumble till they find a little peace of mind

[Pre-Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Just show me the real you
So that I can feel you
I promise I won’t let you down
Just show me the real you
So that I can feel you
I promise I won’t let you down

[Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
When you’re tired and you’re weary
And you have no strength to go on
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
When there’s no one to turn to
And all you’ve had faith in is gone
Let me carry you home

[Post-Chorus: Aloe Blacc]
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
Let me carry you home
When there’s no one to turn to
And all you’ve had faith in is gone
Let me carry you home

Sigma – Forever lyrics


Sigma with “Forever” ft. Quavo.

Forever lyrics

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Nick Jonas – Home lyrics


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Home lyrics

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Young Dolph – Drippy Lyrics



(Intro)
Ayy!
Real drippy right now

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip

(Verse 1)

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip


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