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REASON – Flick It Up Lyrics




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[Intro: REASON]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Wait, flick it up

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up, flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough (Wait)
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough (Woah)
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1: REASON]
Nigga came way, way up now (Woah)
Hoes got six like touchdown (Woah)
Get hit like diamonds, buss down
I buss down, I buss down
Caught niggas stealin’ my stuff now
I can see me in a lot of these niggas
Shit start to feel like Us now wait (Wait)
Nigga so focused, head on straight (Straight)
No new friends, nigga dead on weight
Hoes on Ray Charles, shoot it like baseball
Knock it out the park then I slid home safe
Knock it out park then slid on home
REASON on fire, can’t do no wrong
These niggas gossip, I just want profit
Came from bottom, I just want lobster
Need my momma up in the Hills, no stress, no problems
Niggas talk shit, no comment
Niggas ain’t really did half the shit they rap ’bout
Nigga you ain’t never caught no body
You ain’t never sold no drugs
Nigga you ain’t never popped no molly
You ain’t never, wait-
If I really, really said everything niggas ain’t did, I’d be ain’t shit
You niggas ain’t shit
Came from the basement, glowed up
Smokin’ on stank shit, roll up
Niggas got capes on, hold up
Stop savin’ hoes that don’t wanna be saved
Comin’ up as a kid I was tryna be Jay
I was tryna be Ye, I was tryna be Wayne
Now kids say they tryna be REASON (REASON)
Feel good, nigga still can’t believe it
So when I’m at shows I-

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Nigga who? (Soulo) nigga what? (Yeah)
Your jaw just dropped ma pick it up
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
I got at least infinity flows, abstract, asshole
Ab-Soul, infinity stone, end game for my enemy yo
Pen game incredible hulk, big fangs incredible bark
Big Dawg on T-O-P, R-A-P-G-O-D
Wait, this shit as easy as winning a spelling bee spellin’ the letter B (Aye) H-I-P-H-O-P, S-A-V-E-D-ME
Amazing grace you made yo bed and I made my plate
Fuck is you thinkin’? Benjamin Franklin
Face to face to face to face to face (Face the fact)
‘Fore I hit stages, all of my wages minimum
And then I dropped the track that made ’em feel me
Like a cinema (Oh) How ’bout that?
Now I’m just killing ’em, grave so low can’ dig it up
Where you casket at?
Look at my bitch, ass so fat can’t pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace, maker
Your heart ain’t strong enough, brain ain’t smart enough
Gang ain’t hard enough, dollars ain’t long enough
Promise I’m droppin’ a Jimmy, should-

[Chorus: REASON]
Pick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough (SOUL!)
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Outro: REASON]
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, I flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Bitch




Young Dolph – Eddie Cane Lyrics





(Verse 1)
I got no love for a hater, no respect for a buster
My lil b*tch she a dime, that’s one lil bad motherf**ker
Always been hungry, even after the meetings
Did a lot of shit when I was young, I hope god forgive me
Took a lot of chances, hurt a lot of feelings
Dodged a lot of cases
Bad b*tch didn’t want shit from me but penetration
Chasing a hundred M’s but I’m starting to get impatient
Benjamin Franklin my favorite
I stay fly in the latest, yeah yeah
These millions getting contagious
Half a million dollar coupe look just like a spaceship
When she with me all we do is go shopping and take trips

(Chorus)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)

(Verse 2)
Whole lot of drugs, whole lot of b*tches
I’m a rockstar, f**kin’ popstars
Everybody run when you see that squad car
Soon as they leave everybody right back on the block
F**k 12
The neighborhood hot but they still catching sales
Every time I perform I feel like I’m Eddie Cane
B*tches screamin’ loud, throwin’ they panties on the stage
I got water ’round my neck and on my wrist
You got diamonds but they ain’t hittin’ like this
I roll up a blunt when I get tired of my b*tch
Big old diamond rings, it come with the fame

(Chorus)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)


Shah – Pay Day lyrics

September 30, 2016

Lyrics

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Intro:
Open up the register
This is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day

Verse 1:
All I wanna do is see the profits
Jesus, Benjamin Franklin, Mohammed
Boy I got that gatorskin graveyard wallet
Full of dead presidents, peace be upon em

Shout out my girls that want the D but not no DNA with it
Momma said I’m sexist prolly true, I admit it
But look around who isn’t, this ain’t right, is it?
Y’all been gettin less dollars per hour for a minute

Money over bad bitches, money over actresses
Money over strippers, pick it up pay for class with it
Money all over the mattress, got money all over the atlas
It’s blasphemous, we put money over happiness

So y’all can pray, I go get it
Y’all go prey, I go predator
I brought body bags for the dead presidents
Now baby open up the register

Hook:
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register

Verse 2:
I just wanna see the profits,
Moses, Benjamin Franklin, Mohammed
Rakin’ in that money, Ronald rakin in the dollars
Made off with their money, Bernie Madoff’ing their dollars
I just bought a crib in the East Village
Empty walls, need some art to put up in it
Walls are full dog, I went passed the limit
Now I all I needs another fucking crib… are you kidding?

Money over bad bitches, money over actresses
Money over strippers, pick it up pay for class with it
Money all over the mattress, money all over the atlas
It’s blasphemous, we put money over happiness

So y’all can pray, I go get it
Y’all go prey, I go predator
I brought body bags for the dead presidents
Now baby open up the register

Hook:
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day
Baby this is pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
Baby this is pay day
Baby this is pay day