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BROCKHAMPTON – I BEEN BORN AGAIN Lyrics


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[Intro: bearface]
Hot on the day, like I’m wildin’ for respect
It’s a three-peat, CC, bitch, you in the D-League
Where you from, though?
Can’t come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated, I see the race, yeah

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
It’s better if I try not to talk about the shit that’s always on my mind
Money on my mind (That’s right), couple hunnids at a time
Try to fuck me blind, duckin’ down, hear me whine (Ooh)
We outside now (That’s right), milk carton in the back
We don’t like to fuck around with the niggas in the back
Pullin’ triggers in the ‘Lac (That’s right)
Made em’ pray, stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin’ waves back, stay strapped (That’s right)
Dancin’ like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain’t tellin’ backwards
Lies is like a actor, Hollywood is batshit
Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still
Rappin’ ’bout dick still, and I lease a house still
Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
Bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my part’ and them, Devil keep on robbin’ them
Expressin’ for myself, like I’m fuckin’ Dennis Rodman (That’s right)

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Like I’m Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna dem (That’s right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain’t no answer, that’s my partna dem (That’s right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah)
Merlyn, what the fuck?

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
When I line ’em up, you know that I’m shootin’ (That’s right)
If you know I been in sewer, you know what we doin’ (That’s right)
Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin’
Tell you basic bitches, “I know I’m a nuisance”

[Verse 4: Joba]
Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I’ma smoke some
Y’all ain’t want the smoke, been smokin’
Garden gnome shrooms, y’all, who is y’all?
This what it mean to ball?
Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet parking, drive a shit whip
But I ain’t broke, bitch
Rock my own shit, hit my own switch
Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
Texas ’til I’m dead
BBQ and cornbread, like I’m cornfed
Here we go again, hit ’em one mo’ ‘gain
Screw up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through hell, think I’m heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain’t know
Guess I found him, I am blessed, man
Breakin’ dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
I ain’t trippin’, but copy that
It’s a wrap, keep my distance
Where’s Waldo, but we winnin’
Me and my dogs ain’t finished (That’s right)
The real know, what’s a billfold?
You can’t fold, I stay grinnin’
No peekin’

[Bridge]
Go ahead and try harder
You ain’t gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get on your damn knees
And pray sometimes with your muhfuckin’ ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get yo’ muhfuckin’ ass on out there
That’s all you gon’ be, a muhfucker
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

[Outro: Matt Champion]
S-s-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
S-s-s-s-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
Send ’em-send ’em out the door
They ain’t knockin’ no more
They-they-they ain’t knockin’ no more
They ain’t-they ain’t knockin’ no more
(That’s right)


Daz Dillinger – Sorry Bitch (feat. Snoop Dogg & Kurupt)


[Intro]
Woman: Sorry ass niggas
Guy A: Ayy [?] gentleman and let these ladies eat first
Guy B: Yeah you act like you had no BBQ before. Let the ladies
Eat. Hoes gotta eat too
Woman: Wait a minute nigga who you callin’ a hoe? I ain’t no hoe

[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry bitch
We the crack niggas that you should be fuckin’ with
I’m mistaking you girlies and who you lookin’ for
And not a trick, a thug bitch and gucci hoe
Oh you really know, girl you really know
It’s you booty though, it’s my duty though
One thing that a nigga can’t stand though
[?] boyfriend, a nigga or your man though
I’m just too [?] for the pussy and the money
You could get [?] you ever could fuck me
When it comes to mine you get nadadada
Should do it for the dollar , sometimes I make you holla

[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
You really wanna shine with a nigga, high sign with a nigga
Snapchat or either facetime with a nigga
[?]
Thought that I was in love with you what makes you [?] ?
No roses no wine, four hoes on my side
Bitch I show you no signs
Lying to the fact that I’m a motherfucking pimp and I belong to the [?]
Ain’t no need to lie, shit we pimp or die
They call me [?] I’m from anoher whole tribe
No worries, I’m in a hurry
Let me say it to you like this punk bitch: I’m sorry

[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Yo, all I wanna do is the make the whole crowd bounce ya (bounce ya!)
Bitch and your punky-ass [?] bouncin’ on my balls
Crenshaw to Martin Luther King [?]
[?]
Look bitch, shut the fuck up and cook bitch
A nigga hungry, punk bitch, bunk bitch
What the fuck you want bitch, besides dick
You ain’t gettin’ no cake ain’t nothin’ new
Besides [?] hoes gotta eat too
Shut the fuck up bitch, eat a dick bitch
Eat the [?] bitch, now listen
I’m sorry if it just didn’t work
You fuck too with the homies and I was first
But I damn sure ain’t the last
Just don’t get no one [?] stuck in your ass
I’m sorry bitch!

[Outro: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry!


2 Chainz – Day Party (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

November 4, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Don’t be going out by the deep-end if you can’t swim
Ain’t no lifeguard, yeah, I’m a trife God
Yeah, I’m a trench guard, yeah, hit up this park

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

[Verse]
BBQ, no key cools, no cheap shoes
Good sea food, good beach food
Should teach schools shit been cooped
Could thief jewel, unequal, illegal
I go to Gucci to mingle
Got ’em hot nose like a single
I make a left, hit the blinker
Hublot or the AP, both of ’em cost 80 piece
Mealtime, y’all can barely eat
I’m wired up, I can barely sleep
Told y’all niggas, most y’all niggas, showed y’all niggas
Coach y’all niggas, broke y’all niggas, smoked y’all niggas
Choked y’all niggas, poked y’all women
Had them chickens covered like Tabasco
Bales of weed down the street from the pasture
Got a garage filled up with Caspers
Me and my scale live happily ever after

[Hook]
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, you gon’ need work, yeah, you gon’ leave work
Yeah, I’m in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter