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French Montana – White Dress




[Intro]
Hey [?]
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade
We ain’t losing though

[Bridge]
I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Cîroc for your tears

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww

[Verse]
I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the god
Wraith with the styles
Talk to me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I’m Rocko
And I fall feel like Chapo
Fuckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some hoes in foreigns
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes fuckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I fucked my accountant
That pussy’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump fucked up a Visa
Bitch I’m no regular, bitch I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, bitch I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy, [?] a million

[Chorus]
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to fuck you on your nice shit
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to fuck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww




Jacquees – Shot (Since You Playin Album)




[Intro]
Don’t say no
You’re all for me girl ohh
Don’t say no

[Verse 1]
Baby baby I’m the new nigga
Rocking shows oh I’m taking pictures
Know you want me baby
I know you probably want me baby
Keep your hair all neatly, better tie it up when you see me
Glass house full of ?
Cop a ? like I’m CB
Fuck all the talking, girl it’s time for shots
I’ll drink you down, don’t you tell me stop
When you see me on your TV
Know you usually ain’t easy
Got Patron cups or the Hennessy
Baby tell me what’s your fantasy

[Pre-Hook]
Girl as we fell in love, faded at the club
Your touch turn to a rub, now I’m feeling on your butt
We should do the right thing
Tell me what you like bae
And I don’t know your name, don’t know your limit
But you can have anything, you can have anything
I’ll take your number, I’ll follow your page
But I can’t fuck with anything, I can’t fuck with anything

[Hook]
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it’s gon take)
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it gon take)

[Verse 2]
I’ma love you all night
He ain’t even do you right
He ain’t even worth a try
Oh what a waste of time
I’m Bobby Brown with the grind
Let’s get away for the night
Let’s step away from the light
I’ll put my face by your tights
She got thang for them diamonds (For them diamonds)
Want me to drape her out in diamonds (In diamonds)
You want my love, you better show out
Girl I wish I knew you before you blowed up

[Pre-Hook]
Girl as we fell in love, faded at the club
Your touch turn to a rub, now I’m feeling on your butt
We should do the right thing
Tell me what you like bae
And I don’t know your name, don’t know your limit
But you can have anything, you can have anything
I’ll take your number, I’ll follow your page
But I can’t fuck with anything, I can’t fuck with anything

[Hook]
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it’s gon take)
Come take a shot with me
Don’t be shy (That’s all it gon take)


Juelz Santana – Drake Voic


[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the fuck I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil [?]
Told ’em sample Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all niggas on a treadmill
Just runnin’ at a stand still
I’m that motherfucking nigga homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these sucker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bitch last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta fuck with niggas doing better
Can’t fuck with niggas doing lesser
All these fake niggas doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell ’em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Niggas don’t appreciate shit
So it’s time to help myself out
These niggas always gon’ forget
It’s 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these niggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on ’em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried ’bout none of you niggas
I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look
My new bitch she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bitch
And she got that my life’s a mess look
All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon’ kill this you gon’ injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real niggas ain’t into that
When it’s real nigga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Niggas get popped tryna be who they not
Niggas don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Amaury jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah nigga that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no fucking common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no fucking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked ’bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of niggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bitch
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullshit

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom


Juelz Santana – Drake Voice Lyrics


[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the fuck I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil [?] Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all niggas on a treadmill
Just runnin’ at a stand still
I’m that motherfucking nigga homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these sucker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bitch last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta fuck with niggas doing better
Can’t fuck with niggas doing lesser
All these fake niggas doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell ’em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Niggas don’t appreciate shit
So it’s time to help myself out
These niggas always gon’ forget
It’s 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these niggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on ’em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried ’bout none of you niggas
I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look
My new bitch she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bitch and she got that [?]
All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon’ kill this you gon’ injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real niggas ain’t into that
When it’s real nigga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Niggas get popped tryna be who they not
Niggas don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Aumary jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah nigga that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no fucking common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no fucking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked ’bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of niggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bitch
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullshit

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom


HorseShoe Gang – Out Of Touch (Anti-Trap Music Album) letras

October 31, 2016

Lyrics

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[Interlude]
(Crying) This crack shit man is got me man
Got no control over it ma. I’m trying to kick man
This be calling me man calling me man
I just gotta go to it

[Julius Interlude]
Yeh. That’s how you got our people sounding dumb mothafuckers
Fuck this. Yeh. Check it

[Verse 1: Julius]
2Pac was cryo genetically frozen now I’m him un-thawed
Realest mothafucker anybody ever saw
I grew up around hell and niggas coping that raw
My neighbors walking round with that Bobby Brown jaw
I think that’s why I’m confused I’m amused I’m perplex
How niggas rap about drugs but never about it’s effects
Labels want you rapping about trapping to succeed
Now these mice running to the trap to get the cheese
Jay-Z never made D-boy music for bitches bodies to twerk
Hustler music is one fasten of his body of work
Fuck the trap, Nigga I rather set a mothafucker free
If trap music have to die, then Sailor motherfuckin’ V

[Hook: Julius]
I can’t feel it, maybe I’m too numb
Since I can’t feel it, Do that mean I’m outta touch?
Oh man, I can’t feel it (can’t feel it x2)
Man I can’t feel it (can’t feel it x2)
All they rap about is trapping I swear I had enough
What the fuck happened to the shit I used to love
They rap about drugs that’s killing the kids
I ain’t fucking with it on some real nigga shit

[Verse 2: Demetrius]
My lil’ niece said she a trap queen
But she don’t know what that mean
She don’t know no crack fiend
She not in love with the coco oh no
She don’t know about that scene
She just wanna sing along the song that her whole class sing
Your lyrics are irresponsible and who ever sponsors you irresponsible too
My lyrics’ll mirror what Pac’ll do
You hear a "Dear Mama 2" before I’m you
It’s now impossible for you to have a clear conscience Dropping that pure garbage
I’m dropping that pure knowledge
My lyrics is near conscience too
My content can cure nonsense when I’m holding the listener’s ear hostage
Jewels I’m here to drop a few
You making crack hooks
Hooking for crack
You niggas prostitude

[Verse 3: Kenny]
These trap niggas can’t really be forreal
What the deal? Since you deal, you think you real
You mothafuckers warm wine you need to chill
We all pay for our mistakes and you will receive a bill
Trap music dying is my dream fulfilled
Cause those type of bricks won’t help our people build
Like Comedy Central they promoting Key N’ Peele
Feeding children the message that is no thing to kill
Our own


Wintertime – All The Time 2 letras

October 15, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]

[Verse]
Wintertime all the time ooh, look at the way that I move
Disrespectful and I’m rude, I had cocaine in the school
Winter one hell of a kid, smokin’ gas, juggin’ mids
What you doin’ I done did, slick talkin’ since a jit
I know that this what they want
Run up some money I’m gone
I’m the truth like Ron, sippin’ lean the same one
I taught myself to finesse, I taught myself how to jugg
Bein’ broke was no fun, scope 12 and I run
Diamonds on me like minerals
Keep when I open for it’s wintercoat
Wintertime I keep shit original, you niggas look and sound identical
I don’t wanna do no interviews, I just wanna run up decimals
I been sayin’ what I was finna do, I’m Buzz Lightyears ahead of you
Now I gotta shine on ’em, winter bitch it ain’t no autumn
I got yoga fire, no Dhalsim
Brucey told me get ’em so I got ’em
I ain’t slippin’, I ain’t fallin’
I’m the champ Seth Rollins, D Russel how I’m ballin’
The NBA keep callin’
Stay ten toes down, you wouldn’t last in my shoes though
I’m a dog, no Cujo, your girl call me Papi Chulo
I don’t even like to rap, almost went back to the trap
My brother told me not to risk it, I thought about it and I listened
Started singin’ for the bitches ’cause I don’t fuck with none of these niggas
I don’t really make no friendships, stay to myself and I kick shit
Word around town Wintertime the new Bobby Brown
And I’m pullin’ up from way downtown, think I’m Like Mike Lil’ Bow Wow
And you never catch me divin’ in the crowd
Fuck rollin’ loud, I was rollin’ loud
Wintertime the general, no Colin Powell
And for all the real ones I’ma hold it down
Posted up smokin’ up the pound, them hoes hated now they on me now
Run a bag like I’m Ronnie Brown
Wintertime the GOAT boy wipe me down, ya dig
[Outro]
Wintertime all the time ooh, yeah
Wintertime all the time ooh, swag
Wintertime all the time ooh, ok
Wintertime all the time ooh, aight
Wintertime all the time ooh, I am


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