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Famous Dex – CEO Lyrics




[Intro: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Yeah (you know)
Ah, had to sip that lemon water, you know
Talk my shit heavily (yeah, heavily, man)
Lotta shit changed in the past few years, you know
Less friends, more money though (yeah, what)
Huh, count up
Huh, yeah (skrrt)
Uh, yeah (skrrt, talk your shit, Chino)

[Verse 1: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, Balenciaga runners (yeah)
Huh, put in hours just like a trucker
Man, I don’t fuck with suckas (skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, came up in this rap shit, they say I lucked up
Man, they got me fucked up (got me fucked up)
Huh, my man got it fucked up (ha)
Huh, shoot ’em head to buckets (Dexter)
And we causin’ ruckus (ha, yeah, what)
Ooh, these bitches wanna fuck me (they do)
Ha, got three kids, gota AP (ooh), hell nah can’t fuck me (nah baby girl, uh)
Ha, trappin’ on the block with a Glock (what), hell nah it ain’t rusty (bow)
Ha, run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’, huh (bow, bow, bow)
Run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’ (what)
Ha, ooh, pop a molly, bustin’, ooh, what

[Verse 2: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, joggers tight but the money fit
He got indicted with a hundred grips (yeah)
Got fly miles, took a hundred trips (nyoom)
Huh, what? A hundred trips (oh man god damn)
Hundred bands, yeah I run the shit
Huh, I got the trap, it’s bustin’ (what, uh)
12 try to kick my door and shit (what)
Wait, I had to call my cousin, huh (yeah)
Skrrt in the Lambo (skrrt, skrrt)
Got a lil’ bitch, she a cute hoe
Diamonds like rainbow (rainbow)
Oh, yeah where the money go? (Ooh)
I’m like, yeah where the money go?

[Verse 3: Pachino & Famous Dex]
The money we spent it, we got it back (we got it)
Talkin’ that trap, did a lot of that (yeah)
We throwin’ out packs like a quarterback (skrrt)
And we catchin’ that ball like a running back (nyoom)
Talkin’ this rap shit
You know you my son with that (that’s my lil’ nigga)
My man got that .45, and we’ll make him jump with that (pew, pew, pew)
He talkin’ that tough shit
And we’ll make him run with that (pew, what)
His bitch outside, I bet you he won’t get his lover back (oh man god damn, ooh, ha, what)

[Verse 4: Famous Dex]
Ha, she a thot, thot, thot, thot, huh (ooh)
Ooh, ha, she on my cock, cock, cock (what)
Ooh, I was trappin’ on the block, ooh (a block)
Puttin’ dope in my sock, ooh, huh (my sock, what, ooh)
Used to keep a Glock, ooh (ha, yeah, what)
Red beam on the Glock, ooh, huh (oh man god damn)
Had to stop the shit, yeah (ooh, huh)
Had me a kid, so I had to get rich (what)
Huh, yeah, shout out to Rich (ooh)
Huh, that’s my brother, lil’ bitch (that’s my brother, lil’ bitch)
What, yeah, don’t blame me
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my teeth (my what)
Huh, yeah, the boy wannabe
Huh, but he can’t be like me (ha, what)

[Outro: Famous Dex & Pachino]
Ha, yeah
What, yeah, ha (ha, what)
Dexter and Chino, huh (know what the fuck goin’ on, man)
Every time we do music, this shit go (Chino man, milli gang, CEO shit)
Ha, Dexter and Chino, huh
Every time we do music, this shit go
Huh, yeah, huh, what
Milli gang shit, ha
DDB, bitch
What, your bitch shit, ooh
CEO shit, ooh, a what, yeah, yeah, huh (CEO shit, CEO shit, CEO shit)
Milli gang shit, yeah
DDB shit
Yeah, know we run shit
Yeah, know I’m done shit, yeah (we did this shit in like two minutes man, stop fuckin’ playin’)
Know what I’m sayin’ (haha, bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, milli gang DDB shit, you know what I’m sayin’
Take your books out, yeah




Rich The Kid – Dead Friends




[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)


Rich The Kid – Dear Friends lyrics


[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO sh*t
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more sh*t, you dig?
Pour a four, sh*t
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them n*gger niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the game, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ sh*t (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullsh*t (bullsh*t), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic sh*t (tragic sh*t)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many probs, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)


Rich The Kid – Dead Friends Lyrics


[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)


Lil Skies – Creeping Lyrics


Ain’t no shame on you
Aye aye

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear thats the perfect sequence

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie shawty you know you impressed
See you fuckin’ with me now cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low collect these checks
She fuck with solid niggas
She don’t be fuckin’ with broke boys
I ran it up that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe
She don’t be fuckin’ with no toys
Watch my back niggas lurkin’
My girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect
Dip and dash when we swervin’
Oh me, Oh my
Put my hand on your thigh
If I come through tonight
I’ll make you touch the ski
Dont need to wink my eye
Know I’m not even playin’
You know just what I’m sayin’
Got you and all your cravings

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear that’s the perfect sequence

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe
Two bitches spread your roof
That pussy good I’m blamin’ you
You drippin’ shame on you
She got real water
Head real smarter
They into business from florida
Probably can afford her
Bentley truck might park the cop
I’m living comfortable
Talk money then I’m stuck with you
Now I’m in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO
No smoke talk im the CEO
My bitches is bad they do the most
She way too foreign straight off the boat
I put her on top she leaking
She leakin’
Touch you a freak on the weekend

Blame on me no shame on you
Girl you can’t hide the truth
I might get a rarri coupe
But just to flex on you


Young Scooter – Both Sides Lyrics


[Intro: Young Scooter]
Can’t trust these niggas you dig, they so broke
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides, a-hah
Brother with me in this bitch you digg, that’s one til infinity

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Whippin’ a brick, right out a crock-pot
Put me a coupe on some sticks, drinkin on [?]
We the slimiest it get, you wanna swap sides
My bitch is black and they white, I don’t do [?]
I’m in a chocolate Ferrari, yeah, I look like a spider
My fifth pocket molly
My partner on Roxies, yeah, my bitch caught a body
She eat up lil bitch like a [?]
She play with my drip I’ma dump her
She say I’m the best so I tongued her
Pimp the bitch, [?]
If you fuck my dog, make sure you keep it sexy
I’m pouring up Texas, Codeine
We got a few out of town it’s the nosebleeds
I just got a call from Scooter, and he told me

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 2: Future]
Triple cross, triple black cross, woah-oh-oh
Niggas they’ll look at you just like a mill, eat you like food
Where I grew up there were warlords
Where I’m from we worship the drug lords
I’m on molly and xan, with the black card
And this gang done
Gave me a black heart
We bury cash at the graveyard
Tatted my chest with them angels
Tell my bitch to keep away the danger
Money inside the problems
Puttin’ the gang on a private
You need to see life through my eyes
Mercedes all white navy blue top
I gotta get me another vault
Niggas ain’t doing the withdrawals, gotta keep acty on deck
I gotta keep Becky on deck
I keep it real, it ain’t no flex
Twenty five hundred for Actavis
I’m on a yacht with some convicts
Come from the gutter live lavishly
Keep one in the head automatically, yeah

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BMFBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
You my nigga but I don’t trust your man, damn
He a CEO, but why he take the stand, damn
In every verse I be wrappin’ grams, yams
Just made a twin and played Uncle Sam, damn
Playing both sides’ll get you killed quick
I know you down to ride, but is you gon’ snitch
Trap the corner off [?] just me and rick
I get money in every zone, from one to six
These dirty bitches play both sides
Don’t trust these hoes cause all of them lie
These dirty lawyers they play both sides
They’ll Swap you out and make you do some time
A true feeling

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides


Konchens – “Execs” Lyrics


(Intro)
Watcha nuh, Watcha, Watcha
Wha him a gwuan so fah?
Bwoy sah, eazy man!

An Wi nuh see nuh man
But everyman a see wi like dem nuh see ‘oman
Zee mi sah road
yeah, yeah, Yeahhh
Calm down, calm down

(Verse 1)
Dogg a who dem a play wid
ahh bwoy
Yuh nuh see wi bumbooclaat lifestyle elevated
Yuh nuh see that, eeh?
A twenty-two Karrot straight from the farm
yuh did think a gold plated?
Okay, watch when dem gyal see wi look how dem a gwuan x-rated
If mi nuh have even two hundred pak inna mi clothes more while mi feel naked
ah wi nuh see nuh man, but every man a see wi like dem nuh see ‘oman
But see yuh yeh
Neva a see weh
Wi a hussle fi so long dem only see the red interior inna mi van
Wi a mek moves an a execute big plans
Dem a sing bout man life inna dem songs
an a highlight everything wi do wrong
Wi nuh know whats next
Mi neva tell yuh why dem vex

(Chorus)
A true gyal a run wi down Breathless
While dem a run aroun’ headless
Wi a pree money inna execs
To the young Bumbooclaat execs
Mi say, gyal a run mi down Breathless
Some man a run aroun’ headless
No time fi ole an stress
Man a young bumbooclaat execs

(Verse 2)
She call me the CEO oh my God!
She say baby wha mek yuh so bad
She rate mi more than har man
ungly man she nuh rate mi more a di most High God
Him buy the love but a ungly fi a time
When she cross mi mine, a tek off the panty time
An when dem see me and you inna the same design
Fi some reason the gyal dem still jus’ on my mine
sidung a pree garbage and garbage and garbage
Inject inna di gyal system like cartridge
Might nuh buy the property dem cash
But, everything a mortgage, mortgage and mortgage
Man a mek big moves and execute big plans
Dem a sign bout man life inna dem song
an a talk bout everything wi do wrong
Wi nuh know whats next
Come mek mi tell yuh why dem vex

(Chorus)
A true gyal a run wi down Breathless
While dem a run aroun’ headless
Man a pree money inna execs
To the young Bumbooclaat execs
Mi say, gyal a run mi down Breathless
Some a dem a run aroun’ headless
No time fi ole an stress
Mi a young bumbooclaat execs

(Verse 3)
Pagan want see wi get overthrow (overthrow)
With a bag a highway
With a big spliff a puff and di breeze a blow (eeh, eeh)
End it my way
Laughing in dem face (haha, hahaaa)
Who nuh like man ways can go s*ck dem mada
(yeah, yeah)
An wi nuh see no man, but every man a see wi like dem nuh see ‘oman
yuh nuh see gyal
Neva a see weh
Wi a work fi so long dem only see the houses, an the cars, an vans
Wi a live life and a execute big plans
Dem a talk bout man life inna dem song
An a highlight everything we do wrong
We nuh know whats next
Well mek mi tell yuh why dem vex

(Chorus)
Through gyal a run wi down breathless
while dem a run aroun’ headless
A that man, an a pree money inna execs
To the young bumbooclaat execs
Mi say, gyal a run mi down Breathless
Some man a run aroun’ headless
No time fi ole an stress
Wi a young bumbooclaat execs

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Migos – “White Sand” Lyrics (Feat. Big Sean, Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign)


(Intro: Travis Scott & Ty Dolla $ign)
Yeah, white color sand (yeah), frost in my hand (yeah)
Lost it again, yeah (it’s lit), ghost, Danny Phantom (oh yeah)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Marlins make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)

(Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Big Sean)
Coupe outside (outside), she say let me ride
Bust down Rollie with the ice (ice)
Ride ’round the city with a pipe
Wrist frozen (frozen)
Blessed, I guess I’m chosen (chosen)
Hit a lightskin from Oakland
In my old school sideshow
Supersport (oh yeah)
Crash the Porsche (oh yeah)
I was gettin’ head (woah)
She was killin’ it (woah)
Caught an Uber to the dealership (swerve swerve swerve swerve)
Cash out on some new sh*t (woah, look)

(Verse 2: Big Sean)
B**ch, I surround myself with all this loyalty
Swear to God I’m the one, my girl just might propose to me (I swear)
A clique full of CEO’s, none of us got a degree
Made it from the underground, now they back tryna bury me (bury me)
I lean, I sway (woah), with Quay (woah), and Take (God)
I give and hardly take, you level up, I levitate
B**ch you a culture (what?), vulture (woah), poser (woah)
Hungry for exposure, I’m with my Migos soldiers, gone

(Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo)
Yeah, white color sand, yeah (yeah), frost in my hand, yeah
Lost it again, yeah, ghost, Danny Phantom (it’s lit)
Dipped in a trance, yeah (alright), ten in the van, yeah
Marlins make her leap, yeah, shh, not a squeak (straight up)
Drank color pink, dirty bags wash it clean (clean, yeah)
Coupe got wings (coupe got)
Posted up with kings (coupe got wings)
On the top like toupee (on top)
Play no games, no 2K (no 2K)
Crap game in the booth flame (crap)
Pull out the coupe like Bruce Wayne (skrrt skrrt)

(Verse 3: Offset)
Pull up the curtains to the Mulsane (hey)
Pavé my set and clip Blu-ray (pavé)
Run to the bag like Hussein (bag)
When I lay my head down got two K’s
Ferrari in Miami Beach (Ferrrari)
I paid one twenty for rose Philippe (Philippe)
I took her soul for keeps, yeah
Back to back Rolls like Meech (Meech)
I check my balance, the cash I’ma double up (bag)
P-90, two-three with the monkey nuts (brrt)
When I look at my wrist it’s a hockey puck (woo)
When I get with a B**ch I’ma pipe her up (hey)
Pour that lean on that ice (lean)
Leaving my dreams covered in ice (dream)
Wedding band rings, ain’t no wife
Tryna get the demons out of my sight

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
Ni**a we ain’t hiding we straight (nope)
I’m talking big plate with that steak (steak)
Ni**as be watchin’ out ’cause they scoping (watchin’)
Geeked off of Adderall, they off focus (acid)
Sipping on Tylenol, having codeine withdrawls
A ni**a must got to be joking (joking)
Don’t want the pack, it ain’t potent (uh)
Look at wrist, water came from the ocean (ice)
I’m laughing, never lacking (no)
Everlasting, flipping work like gymnastics (flippin’ it)
Wrapping it up in the plastic (wrappin’ it)
Smoking it up in the ashes (ashes)
Looking and watching which ass is gon’ be the fattest (asses)
I pick the B**ch up and smash it
2018 we don’t pass, we trash it

(Repeat Chorus: Travis Scott & Quavo)

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Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich (Remix) Lyrics


[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke
All that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch”
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 3: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad ,ho?

[Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me
Yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Shit, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position
Come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention
Knock a hoe out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be puttin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless
You ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understandin’ your regard, really had nothin’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, shouts to their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Ho, I do millions on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu so it’s okay
Bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick
Slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy
That old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip
(Bye, broke bitch, bye, hoe!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch


Kodak Black Took A Shot At JAY-Z And Gets Hammered For It


Kodak Black learned the hard way that he should respect the OGs in hip hop.

Yesterday, the “Tunnel Vision” rapper posted a meme on Instagram where he compared some JAY-Z lyrics from back in the 90s to some of his own recent lyrics. What he was insinuating is that he is a better rapper than Hov where he basically said all Jay raps about in the 1990s was “Money, cash, hoes.” That line was taken from a chorus off his 1998 classic album Vol 2 … Hard Knock Life.

In contrast, Kodak shared some of the lyrics from his single “Can I” where he raps about balling stunting and wanting to live long enough to raise his son. “Can I ball? Can I chill? / Can I stunt? / Would I live long enough to raise my son? / Made something out of nothin’ / And nothin’ what I’m from / Can your boy do something productive for once?” Kodak Black raps. Though he only shared the chorus from JAY-Z’s song, there is a lot more to the song than just that.

Here is what Hov said, “Flavors robust platinum and gold touch / Y’all rap now, fast money lets slow it up / Ni**az try to stop Jay-Z to no luck / Roc-A-Fella forever CEO what what / Us the villains, f**k your feelings.” If you step back and take a look at the project that Kodak Black released the single on, Lil B.I.G. Pac, it is full of nostalgic imagery.

Hip hop fans ceased on the moment to remind him that he cannot be compared to a rap titan like JAY-Z who just released possibly the best rap album of the year, 4:44. “This is f**kin retarded he just compared his self to j z … first of all let’s start with future ,and yo gave the worst example of a 90 s song tf,” one fan wrote in the comment while another added, “What gives you the confidence or assurance enough to post things like this?”


Miguel – Now


[Verse 1]
CEO of the free world now
Build your walls up high and wide
Make it rain to keep them out
That won’t change what we are inside

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick the fruit of your labor
Cultivate, plant your seeds now and watch them grow
Man, I’ll holla at you later
Let you find out what you’re made of
Just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those he does not need
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all in silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later
Oh, right now, oh, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
This can’t wait, no

[Verse 2]
CEO of the free world now
Should we teach our children hatred?
Chase the innocent, and shoot them down
It’s like we’re still running races
I’m just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those when he don’t need them
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all this silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later (La later)
No, right now, No, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
Oh right now, oh right…

[Bridge]
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now or never, we can work together
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
We only suffer what we allow

Now, now, now
For all the people
In Puerto Rico
Way down in Houston
For Flint, Michigan
For Standing Rock, now!
Way down in New Orleans
For all of the dreamers
The black lives that we’ve lost right now
Now, now, now
This can’t wait, no
Oh, right now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now

[Outro]
We are the look of freedom, oh
We are the sound of freedom
We are the look of freedom
We are the sound of freedom


Miguel – Now Lyrics


[Verse 1]
CEO of the free world now
Build your walls up high and wide
Make it rain to keep them out
That won’t change what we are inside

[Pre-Chorus]
Pick the fruit of your labor
Cultivate, plant your seeds now and watch them grow
Man, I’ll holla at you later
Let you find out what you’re made of
Just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those he does not need
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all in silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later
Oh, right now, oh, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
This can’t wait, no

[Verse 2]
CEO of the free world now
Should we teach our children hatred?
Chase the innocent, and shoot them down
It’s like we’re still running races
I’m just saying…

[Chorus]
Is that the look of freedom, now?
Is that the sound of freedom, now?
‘Cause it’s plain to see a man’s integrity
By the way he treats those when he don’t need them
And it’s time we talk about it
Let’s not waste our common ground
We will fall for standing and watching, all this silence
Dear Lord, are we numb? Where we going right now?

[Hook]
No, not later, la, la, la, la, later (La later)
No, right now, No, right now
Now, not later, no, not later
La, la, la, la, later
Oh right now, oh right…

[Bridge]
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now or never, we can work together
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
We only suffer what we allow

Now, now, now
For all the people
In Puerto Rico
Way down in Houston
For Flint, Michigan
For Standing Rock, oh!
Way down in New Orleans
For all of the dreamers
The black lives that we’ve lost right now
Now, now
This can’t wait, no
Oh, right now
Now, now, now, now
Now, now, now

[Outro]
We are the look of freedom, oh
We are the sound of freedom
We are the look of freedom
We are the sound of freedom


Russ – The Game


[Intro]
Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

[Verse 1]
Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear shit
You don’t know the truth, you just hear shit
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, fuck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on (on)
But it’s off with they head
Fuck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me?
Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed shit
Then an O.G. told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same shit, take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to your wavelength

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah

[Verse 2]
I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering "Russ made it"
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz "Vegas" ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of pussy, y’all should really count the ass
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same shit, take over the game shit
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length

[Chorus]
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherfucking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah


Macklemore – How To Play The Flute lyrics


Below are the complete “How To Play The Flute” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 8 hours ago.

How To Play The Flute lyrics

Don’t nobody give a damn what all that [?] talking ’bout, man. We tryna here some of that, that “Girl, shake your ass, shake your ass, shake your ass,” and you know what I’m saying? I’m tryna get that in my life.
Gemini

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Diamond, diamond, diamond, that’s my sh*t
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone’s a bitch
Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
Third time’s a charm, I’m feeling triumphant (I want it)
I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (Who’s he?)
She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
They treat me like McGregor when I’m out in Dublin (They do)
My mama don’t like it when I be cussing (She don’t)
But f*ck these motherf*ckers, mama, I don’t trust them
It’s plush up in the bucket, look, don’t touch it, thought you knew
In the pocket like I’m Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
In the summer watch me f*ck around, I’m ’bout to drop the roof
She hopped up in the whip and then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

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[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E ’til I D-I-E, I think I’m king (I think I’m king)
You didn’t think that I would get the peacoat
Unbutton that motherf*cker, nothing but a speedo (Look!)
Who’s that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that [?]
Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
In that grotto out in Cabo
Amateur, so Apollo
Whip this bulky like Costco, I’m out here and dodging 5-0
I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
But it ain’t about to rain on me
Tryna sing up in the bitch, but I ain’t on key
Now I stay genuine, I’m the same old G
Feeling like John [?] with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

[Chorus: King Draino]
They hating on a player
Don’t understand, they need to get they weight up (Okay)
Shazam, I’ma have to David Blaine her (What you doin?)
Emoji hands, I’m praying for them haters (Amen)

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay


Jandro – Play Too Much


[Intro]
It’s Gucci 1017 zone CEO
Hand to hand

[Hook]
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 1]
Got my girl trippin’ sayin’ I’m cookin’ yay too much
Count so much paper I’m gettin’ paper cuts
And the watch around my wrist cost a mercedes truck
Standin’ on stage I smoke like eighty blunts
Two hundred fifty thousand just to tell the time
I paid that bitch a stack so I could jump the line
Gave the waitress three hundred just to pour the shots
Picture perfect how I hold the pot (skrt)
You niggas couldn’t beat me on your best day
Drop a kilo on your head make your neck break (dang)
I sent 500 pounds up top where the Jets play
I count five hundred thousand down here where the Braves stay

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 2]
Shawty got a nice face, take her to a nice place
Brand new ‘rari watch me park it in a tight space
Engine in my backpack, pussy nigga back back
Pullin’ up in what’s that, that’ll get you laughed at
Call me billy bathgate eating crab cake
No this not a math test but I got stacks bae
Guess its just my gangster demeanor
Keep me just gettin’ subpeona
Tryna fuck Venus and Serena, Rebok, Nina, [?]
Accurate I’m immaculate
I’m a bachelor, you an average bitch, doin’ average shit
I can’t stand a bitch [?]
My click is thick I’m nigga rich
Yo swag stink like a sack of shit
I’m the president, it’s evident
Bricks and pounds all in my residence

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much


Dopeman Go – Tory Lanez lyrics


Lyrics Tory Lanez – Dopeman go

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

Bought the Wraith, I said f*ck the Ghost
Flew a brand new b*tch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the b*tch, that b*tch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I f*ck all the b*tches that make b*tches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad b*tches f*ckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad b*tches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man.

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dopeman go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby.

She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna f*ck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme f*ck then I’ma f*ck her friend
Scoreboard b*tch I’m up 10 versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
b*tch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo.

Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go.

I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four b*tches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy babyyy.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video go


Tory Lanez – DopeMan Go


[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith, I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school, couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told ’em niggas I ain’t owe ’em
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of splitting this shit no one but my mans
Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Wait, I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby


Jay-Z – Public Service Announcement


[Jay-Z]
Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov’, OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov’!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that’s right
Hov’, OH – not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that’s what I’ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors [laughing]
This ain’t a movie dog (oh shit)

"Now before I finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I’m GONE!
And I don’t care WHAT you think about me – but just remember,
when it hits the fan brother, whether it’s next year, ten years,
twenty years from now, you’ll never be able to say
that these brothers lied to you JACK!"

[Jay-Z]
Ving ain’t lie
I done came through the block in everything that’s fly
I’m like, Che Guevara with bling on, I’m complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga I get mine – by any means on whenever there’s a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that’s when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain’t invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change
And I do it twice, ain’t no sense in me
lyin as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
there ain’t no reason why I be buyin expensive chains
Hope you don’t think users are the only abusers niggaz
Gettin high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I’m ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a hustler spirit, nigga period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag’ yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that’s just the top layer
Man, you was who you was ‘fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I’m gone
Either love me, or leave me alone


Block hot – S.Dot lyrics


Lyrics S.Dot – Block hot

We ridin late night, tryna catch some
Slidin through the opps finna stretch one
We willin’, gang bangin’ throwin sets up
Apply a lil’ more pressure aint no let up
Smokin dead niggas til my heart stop
Can’t pull up to the trap if you not shot
Put some shooters on yo ass that will not stop
Doin’ all these drills, got the block hot
485 CEO that sh*t take hard work
Smokin’ all these dead niggas til’ my heart hurtsss.
S.Dot lyrics
Video hot


Tory Lanez – Dopeman Go (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)


[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 1]
Bought the Wraith I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the gulf
She not just the bitch, that bitch the plug
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I fuck all the bitches that make bitches get low
.30 in my pants, I got a stallo
I just made enough to buy a Lambo
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like it’s Michael Bivins, nigga doin’ the digits baby
To an extensions baby, but you an extension baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot dice with Larry Bird in Barcelona
I done lost bets and told em niggas I ain’t know
I’m the CEO and niggas drop off the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse 2]
She just wanna party with the dough
Double that Barcardi with the coke
She just wanna fuck and nothing more
I’m just making sure you up to go
Talking backwoods then I’m up again
She won’t lemme fuck then I’ma fuck her friend
Scoreboard bitch I’m up 10
I’ma need some head to get me up again
Woah, I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the kitchen baby
Doublin’, adding up all of this money I’m doin’ addition baby
Glock 40, like the top 40 when the shit get to mixing baby
A nigga done mention me and I get to fixin’ it
Poppin’ with the bands
I have no intention of spliting this shit no one but my mans
Bitch up in the trenches with the poncho
Still got a nine like I’m Rondo

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby


Gucci Mane – Play Too Much Lyrics


[Intro]
It’s Gucci 1017 zone CEO
Hand to hand

[Hook]
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 1]
Got my girl trippin’ sayin’ I’m cookin’ yay too much
Count so much paper I’m gettin’ paper cuts
And the watch around my wrist cost a mercedes truck
Standin’ on stage I smoke like eighty blunts
Two hundred fifty thousand just to tell the time
I paid that bitch a stack so I could jump the line
Gave the waitress three hundred just to pour the shots
Picture perfect how I hold the pot (skrt)
You niggas couldn’t beat me on your best day
Drop a kilo on your head make your neck break (dang)
I sent 500 pounds up top where the Jets play
I count five hundred thousand down here where the Braves stay

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much

[Verse 2]
Shawty got a nice face, take her to a nice place
Brand new ‘rari watch me park it in a tight space
Engine in my backpack, pussy nigga back back
Pullin’ up in what’s that, that’ll get you laughed at
Call me billy bathgate eating crab cake
No this not a math test but I got stacks bae
Guess its just my gangster demeanor
Keep me just gettin’ subpeona
Tryna fuck Venus and Serena, Rebok, Nina, [?]
Accurate I’m immaculate
I’m a bachelor, you an average bitch, doin’ average shit
I can’t stand a bitch [?]
My click is thick I’m nigga rich
Yo swag stink like a sack of shit
I’m the president, it’s evident
Bricks and pounds all in my residence

[Hook]
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
Eatin’ M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much
I eat M&M’s for breakfast and I ate too much
Since I seen my first M I don’t say too much
$20,000 in the club, you know I play too much
Drop a bale on his head he say it way too much


Tory Lanez – Dope Man Go (In Canada) (Live)


[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
All in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby

[Verse]
Bought the Wraith I said fuck the Ghost
Flew a brand new bitch across the coast
She from Mexico right off the blow
She not just the bitch [?]
Dirty and I’m servin’ up the bando
I got all the bitches and that my bitches can’t know
Money in my [?]
I just met another bad [?]
I’m in Givenchy baby, movin’ the digits baby
My baby is cookin’ and flippin’, she doin’ the dishes baby
Mac 11 like I’m Michael [?], nigga doin’ the digits baby
Two in extensions baby, we doin’ the digits baby
Bustin’ out the lows
I got all the bad bitches fuckin’ wit my bros
I dropped outta school couldn’t pass the SATs
Now I got two bad bitches passin’ me the weed
I just shot [?] from eleventh grade, bustin’ low
I just lost bets went told them niggas I don’t know
Now the CEO, I’m thanking God I’m out the program
Someone please find me the dope man

[Bridge]
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
Do you know the dope man? I need some more
I must’ve forgot that I’m the plug
I’m the dope man, I’m the boy
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go
Dope man, dope man, dope
Dope man, dope man, go

[Hook]
I’m in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby
All in Givenchy baby, bustin’ the nut and I got it in four bitches baby
Pull up and stand up we got a Givenchy baby
And all of my niggas is all in Givenchy baby


Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo – Prayers (2Federal Mixtape)


[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Got my shirt off with my chains on
I’m street as hell, can’t you tell?
Sent your money off, go and came back
And god answered your prayers
We in [?], me and CEO
On a private jet, ’bout to take off
I ain’t really with the back and forth talk
50 in the Glock, Zach Randolph
Got up off my ass
Had to make sacrifices just to see my people rich
Lil nigga got some killers with me
I’m G’d up, I’m on my own dick
Nigga rich, that’s a cold kit
She fucked your dog, that’s a cold bitch
In the game like EA
Diamonds lemonade, no Minute Maid
Don’t want to hear that you fuck with me now
Cause you ain’t fuck with me when I was fucked up
Fucked around and ran my bucks up
Yeah my baby mama ‘nem lucked up
God bless ’em nigga, amen
I got white neighbors where I stay man
I can see the money clear now
Spent a couple thou on some Ray Bans

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers
Beefin’ with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I’m a rich nigga
Guess god answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit a lick nigga
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street nigga
God answered your prayers

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Stayed down ’til I came up
Watched a fuck nigga change up
We all thuggin’, can’t blame us
Don’t need pussy niggas, they shame us
Guess [?] got all gangster
Once a nigga got famous
Don’t get the shit twisted
20 million later, still gon’ shoot that banger
Poppin’ pills, going to sleep
Waking up, tryna deal with my anger
Fallin’ out with my homeboys
Feel more comfortable ’round strangers
Pull the Lamb up to the clipboard
Got the jet waiting in the hanger
With a whole bunch of hood niggas with me
Ready to kill, how could you blame ’em?
Playin’ with me and you still breathing
Well god answered your prayers
Know the game got layers
Fuck your bitch, that’s a layup
Never catch a nigga later
Nigga better get his weight up
Play with me ain’t safe bruh
Get your grandmammy’s shit sprayed up

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Real niggas don’t argue
Rich niggas don’t bargain
Choppers answer to the problems
Choppers answer to the problems
Haters gone and the plug came
I guess god answered my prayers
Stayed down ’til the money came
I guess god answered my prayers
Beefin’ with me and you still living
God answered your prayers
You my baby mama and I’m a rich nigga
Guess god answered your prayers
You fucked up and hit a lick nigga
God answered your prayers
You in this rap shit and you a street nigga
God answered your prayers