Tag: Chris Paul


Girlzluhdev – Day 1 Starter Lyrics (feat. Remble)


[Chorus: GirlzLuhDev]
Day one starter, can’t no lame nigga bench me
Call my white shooter, he shootin’ shots out like Nowitzki
Luke Kuechly, we pull up, we might just blitz ’em
I know I’m tall lil’ babe don’t gas me up, I’m just like six feet
McDonald’s burgers, if I feel cheap
Let’s take it to the back, see if you real freaks
The plan is so simple, make sure they feel me
If you can’t spend a bag then get it back nigga then you’re weak
Power ranger mode, buss down on my teeth
White girl, give me hеr Miley
Toppest of the tiеr, can’t get on my league
If my chili get low, get rich or dying

[Verse: GirlzLuhDev & Remble]
Remble!
Say “it’s Remble” when you see me around (Tuh)
If I see chains, I’m bringin’ heaters out
Beat a block, he looked at me like he just seen an opp
Demon time, I brought a .40, he had a decent nine
Dev, who are these niggas? I never seen them guys
I got a big chop on me, I’m on demon time
Waited for him at the door, I’m the pizza guy
I could give him a fade, I don’t need the nine
Airbag mode it get so violent
If my chili get low, I’m gon’ keep on trying
I can’t go like a bum, my name it hold weight

Valentine’s on myself, need them Dolces
Spot ’em got ’em, seen ’em walking
Couldn’t pass it, Chris Paul ’em
I got options, I just got some top at the Ritz Carlton
Walked inside the party, strippin’ niggas, I need every wallet
Niggas wasn’t trippin’ in the function, I had to start it
Dev, pass me the chop, he think we finna argue
Aight, he talking too loud, I let my .40 bark ’em
You wanna fade? My chopper Ronda Rousey
Don’t play with lil whoadie, he’ll knock the squabble out ’em

[Chorus: GirlzLuhDev]
Day one starter, can’t no lame nigga bench me
Call my white shooter, he shootin’ shots out like Nowitzki
Luke Kuechly, we pull up, we might just blitz ’em
I know I’m tall lil’ babe don’t gas me up I’m just like six feet
McDonald’s burgers, if I feel cheap
Let’s take it to the back, see if you real freaks
The plan is so simple, make sure they feel me
If you can’t spend a bag then get it back nigga then you’re weak
Power ranger mode, buss down on my teeth
White girl, give me her Miley
Toppest of the tier, can’t get on my league
If my chili get low, get rich or dying


G-Eazy – Demons & Angels Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah, you know? Uh

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I really thought my last girl would be my last girl
Life changes quicker when you live inside a fast world
She ain’t want the last name, she just want the last word
On everything I love, your middle name was all my passwords
I ain’t think our last fight would be our last fight
I guess we couldn’t chalk that up to just a bad night
But life goes on, that’s how it goes, you know that’s right
I’m thankin’ God my last flight was not my last flight
I really thought my last address would be my last address
I really thought my last arrest would be my last arrest
My heart breaks in half every time Suzanne is stressed
I’m tryna make it up to mama, I don’t plan for less
She still correct me when I fuck up, when I’m feelin’ pressed
Said “I just bought a crib for you, come on now, Mom, we’re blessed”
I spoke it all into existence, watched it manifest
She said “Don’t hang that over my head”
I said “You right” and I just let it rest
Damn, I really put a roof over her head, that’s facts
They couldn’t walk a block if we changed shoes
Swear I kept my receipts, I really pay dues
Life is heavy here, this not the everyday blues
Publications, they just want to say what they choose
If somethin’ happens in my life it’s front-page news
It’s from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos
It’s by my demons and angels, yeah

[Chorus: Miguel & The Game]
I’m just gettin’ hotter and it’s colder
Demons and angels on my shoulders
Every open door require closure
Keep goin’ ’til it’s over
The highs and lows can get exhaustin’
Every option got it’s cost
Please don’t judge me for my faults
Through my wins and all my losses
Don’t lose your conscience
Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah
Just be cautious
Make this shit just what you wanted
(Yeah, it ain’t gon’ take long, G)

[Verse 2: The Game]
Niggas out here think life is G-Eazy, I pray for ’em
Cross my heart and let the Desert Eagle wait for ’em
And I don’t harbor hate, but, one must wonder
You got that YSL concealer on, what’s hidin’ up under?
I feel bad, ’cause I could have made you mine last summer
I seen the James Harden in you, yeah, OKC Thunder
I know your last nigga beat you like he was yo’ drummer
I know that life got better soon as we exchanged our numbers
So here we go, Turks and Caicos, yeah, everything lit
Everything packed, take the Gucci out so everything fit
And we ‘gon roll like a kickball, cross over like Chris Paul
Get lost somewhere in Dubai, feet in the sand, gettin’ these sticks off
Wear my heart on a sleeve of this Off-White hoodie
You need some time to grow up, I know, I drafted a rookie (Yeah)
I’m Phil Jackson in this ill jacket
Pardon my head, yeah, I feel like I wrote Illmatic
And Stillmatic, I should get ‘Ill Will’ tatted
39 a year after I said I wouldn’t and I’m still at it
Still hold my dick, yup, with the steel at it
Hop out the Lambo like a dryer, yeah, it’s still static
I ain’t ‘gon lie, I still fuck bitches in my pastime
I know I told you the last girl was the last time
I gotta go, especially since this my last line
‘Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time (Uh)
‘Fore I do, smoke this last blunt for the last time

[Chorus: Miguel]
I’m just gettin’ hotter and it’s colder
Demons and angels on my shoulders
Every open door require closure
Keep goin’ ’til it’s over
The highs and lows can get exhaustin’
Every option got it’s cost
Please don’t judge me for my faults
Through my wins and all my losses
Don’t lose your conscience
Pay attention to your thoughts, yeah
Just be cautious
Make this shit just what you wanted


Lil Tecca – Amigo Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
I like this song
We love you, Tecca
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

[Verse 1]
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
Ain’t believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
Remember when I wanna link, they ain’t wanna show up
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin’ up
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain’t popular
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin’ pop with us
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain’t pop with us?
And I remember all them times they ain’t fuck with us
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
Boy, you beggin’ for attention, you ain’t really poppin’
And you can’t hang with the gang, you ain’t really gon’ pop shit
And practice makes perfect, so the style, I had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I’m rockin’
If he talkin’ bullshit, I don’t even know why you talkin’
All these niggas gon’ be fake, real man, I know how to start it

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

[Verse 2]
And you fell in love, that’s your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin’ off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That’s like cryin’ on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
That’s an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar


DDG – 13 Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Tre on the beat, yuh

[Chorus]
I was 13 when I lost my virginity
Fast forward, 8 years, bitches still feeling me
Dropped 6 racks on a penthouse and amenities
Watch how I’m finna be, loose off this Hennessy
I was 13 when I lost my virginity
Fast forward, 8 years, bitches still feeling me
Dropped 6 racks on a penthouse and amenities
Watch how I’m finna be, loose off this Hennessy

[Verse 1]
Trust all of you niggas, all you niggas is my enemies
Niggas only hate when they main bitch be feeling me
Like are you in a relationship like bitch are you bitch are you kidding me?
Like she don’t already know I still fuck with Kennedy
Running from these demons and these ghosts like I’m Pacman
Broke niggas be robbing, I’m more like Batman
You ain’t buy shit, why the fuck are you capping?
I copped a beamer before i started rapping

[Chorus]
I was 13 when I lost my virginity
Fast forward, 8 years, bitches still feeling me
Dropped 6 racks on a penthouse and amenities
Watch how I’m finna be, loose off this Hennessy
I was 13 when I lost my virginity
Fast forward, 8 years, bitches still feeling me
Dropped 6 racks on a penthouse and amenities
Watch how I’m finna be, loose off this Hennessy

[Verse 2]
In the biggest section with a bad bitch
One on my left and my right like a sandwich
Bitch I’m a baller, I shoot in her basket
I’ma Chris Paul her, she not cute I pass it
Millions I have, G Wagon gas it
Getting the bag from the Earth ’til my casket
I’m a dog nigga, I should bark and quit talking
Her Uber too much so i told her she walking

[Chorus]
I was 13 when I lost my virginity
Fast forward, 8 years, bitches still feeling me
Dropped 6 racks on a penthouse and amenities
Watch how I’m finna be, loose off this Hennessy
I was 13 when I lost my virginity
Fast forward, 8 years, bitches still feeling me
Dropped 6 racks on a penthouse and amenities
Watch how I’m finna be, loose off this Hennessy


Jay Critch – Hell Is On You Lyrics


[Intro]
Aye, Aye

[Chorus]
Money called in I’ll be up in the morning
Money called in best believe that I’m balling
You ain’t getting money what the hell is you on?
They gonna tell me I got in on my own (Hey!)
Smoke on the block with the propane
Cookie came from the coast
Eleven Gucci, ah, Gucci my toes
I wear the Gucci, it’s straight out the store
Whip in that foreign got road rage
I might flex on a hoe
Gotta keep flexing them days I was broke
Wifey keep texting keep that on the low

[Hook]
I can’t be stressing, I just keep the dough, man
In the Bentley look like cocaine
Why he talking he a no-name
Thirties, cook em’ up like low, man
I’m on some other shit
They say they balling they really be fumbling
Imma just fuck her and say that I’m done with it
I put your gang on the map and they loving it
Hey, I went through pain for the racks she can’t touch me, nah
She hop in the V, give me jaw
We rockin’ the lean get it all
I hurt her head and can’t hear them at all
I know they with it but I cannot fall
They like “Hood favourite that money get tall”
Pay for the pavement but don’t get involved
She let me glaze it I don’t even call
Imma hit it this shit off, Chris Paul
Off that Henny I don’t want, Crystal
Niggas’ playing like they tough, they soft
We got money had a marriage, I got a bad bitch, ass fat she embarrassed
Call her anything but average, paper be stacking
Add that to the carriage

[Chorus]
(Aye), Money called in I’ll be up in the morning
Money called in best believe that I’m balling
You ain’t getting money what the hell is you on?
They gonna tell me I got in on my own (Hey!)
Smoke on the block with the propane
Cookie came from the coast
Eleven Gucci, ah, Gucci my toes
I wear the Gucci, it’s straight out the store
Whip in that foreign got road rage
I might flex on a hoe
Gotta keep flexing them days I was broke
Wifey keep texting keep that on the low


Chance The Rapper – Tape Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug + Lil Yachty]
Chance the motherfuckin’ Rapper
With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I’m saying, the times
Lil Boat
Chance
Thugger!
Lil Boat

[Hook: Chance the Rapper + Young Thug]
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste
(She curious, she curious)
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
All I can hear is the third, ayy
All I can hear is the third, ayy
We don’t know none of your words, ayy
We don’t know none of your words, ayy
I love my women real tall, ayy
Type that can really play ball, ayy
You buy my hat at the park, ayy
Think I might really play ball, ayy
I got a link in my bio
My bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo
They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo
How can they call themselves bosses
When they got so many bosses
You gotta see what your boss say
I get it straight out the faucet
I ain’t felt like this since the third Drought, third Carter drop
Told my momma third grade I’d be in the third Barbershop
And yeah, my momma got real worried when she heard college drop
But now I call the shots

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I’m the only nigga still cares about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bad little mama, she gettin’ it Obama
She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna
She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma
Can’t see me, can’t be me, I’m ridin’ like a panda
That booty gon’ roll and it’s outta control
And these bitches gon’ fuck off respect and that loyalty
All my bitches lovin’ me and they spoil me
Rub me down with that lotion, babe oil me
Drinking Actavis, baby I’m showin’ me
In that choppa I see your perimeter
Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar
Wait one minute I told you
Yeah, I would like to know you
Yeah, you lucky like clovers
Yeah, the clothes no good
Mama I do it
The racks I pursue it
Just look at me baby
I came from the sewers
They love all the slime ball
Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog
I got me some rings like I’m Bruce Bowen
I’m ballin’ on you like I’m Chris Paul

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Am I the only one who really care about cover art?
Growing up I ain’t have my brother
‘Cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start
I ain’t know what that mean
I bumped heads with my dean
Dropped out and hit the scene
Now I’m stunting like bling
Time and time again, they told me no
They told me I wouldn’t go
‘Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes
Well, maybe that shit was my interest
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist
After 1Night the folks thought I was finished
I pinned my name to the game like a seamstress
Oh, bitch I bite like a gator
Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper
Did what I wanted, didn’t care about a hater
Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer
Oh, they fuck with me cause I’m different
New sound, new appearance
Bitch, it’s Boat from the 6
Give a fuck about a bitch
Walk out, my hand on my dick, I’m the shit

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste


Desiigner – Friday The 13th


[Chorus]
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first bean, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first drink, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah

[Verse 1]
Today, yeah, I gotta holla, queen, yeah
Today, yeah, that’s my lil’, lil’ queen, yeah
Today I might drive the Bruce Wayne
Today I might buy a new chain
Today I’ma make a lil’ change
Today I’ma make a lil’ rain
Today I might go insane
Today she’s with the gang, she’s with the gang
If she down with the crew she bang, bang
If she down with the crew, the chain gang
First you gotta be the one to name
First you gotta hit ’em with the thang

[Chorus]
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first bean, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first drink, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah

[Verse 2]
31st is Halloween
Chase you, come out and they scream
Freddy come chase you in your dreams
Quiet, start the scene, bells ring
Caskets, they closin’ and things
And I start to ball, LeBron James
And I start to ball like Chris Paul
And I start to ball like Lonzo Ball
Once I start to ball I can’t fall
Once I get the ball I go to score
Pussy start to drip, Niagara Falls
Divin’ in that pussy, never fall

[Chorus]
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first bean, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first drink, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah

[Outro]
R.I.P. Martin Luther King


Dizzy Wright – FFL


[Verse 1]
Yo, woke up this morning, crucial timing
My son crying, I’m back to them daddy duties
Yo I be lying if I ain’t say I was happy when I was raising my kid
Even with the changing diapers and wiping booty
Life is truly a trip for me
Being a father is a gift to me
Family and music, this is it for me
Yo this remind me of them ’09 days
Driving by where I graduated just for old times sakes
Thinking of when they used to say "What you wanna be in ten years?"
Looking at the teacher crazy like "Bitch, do you know where we live?"
The whole time I had hope, I just didn’t know how to feel
I fell deep in my thoughts, I can’t be playing the field
Especially if I want a family like Jada and Will
Yo who inspires you that spoke their mind and ain’t been killed
Mentally beaten down
Broken down to the point it’s hard to hold on to and smile
My eyes is all dried out, I mean

[Hook]
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Yo I can’t focus on the pain no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
It ain’t about the shit that you claim no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Oh, niggas don’t think they need to change no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Just do what you love, that’s what we came here for

[Verse 2]
Ayo, here’s a hundred thousand for a hundred thousand words
[?] just to talk to bitches like I’m Howard Stern
I’ve learned that only cowards turn
Shit well maybe not only
But leave it up to the homies whenever the tables turn
They gon’ confront your ass, turn ’em into punching bags
I’m alwyas calming niggas down so we don’t be where trouble at
Retrace my steps and double back and I’m reminded that
It’s niggas with no niggas and they fine with that
Yo are you kidding, since day one I been [?]
Throwing assists, that Chris Paul to Blake Griffin
They selling a fake vision
Fake love and fake niggas get exposed for portraying a different image
It’s like living a scrimmage, God sub me in
When you got kids you live for them, I need another team
I need a lifetime partner, a couple limbs
Let’s get this savings right, I’m obviously not playing right

[Hook]
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Yo I can’t focus on the pain no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
It ain’t about the shit that you claim no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Oh, niggas don’t think they need to change no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Just do what you love, that’s what we came here for

[Bridge]
Let’s switch it up
I’m a slave in my mind but I know God
So I’ll be where I wanna be in no time
We only spreading peace when we throw signs
I had a vision now I’m living the proof
But I’m a slave in my mind, I’m glad know God
So I’ll be where I wanna be in no time
We only spreading peace when we throw signs
I had a vision now I’m living the proof

[Hook]
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Yo I can’t focus on the pain no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
It ain’t about the shit that you claim no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Oh, niggas don’t think they need to change no more
Fuck fake love, fuck fake love
Just do what you love, that’s what we came here for


RiFF RaFF – Chris Paul


[Intro]
Yeah
I can hit the mall, yeah
Bout to hit the mall, yeah

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ey, yo, shootin’ jumpers and my skills are terrific
Should I finger roll or off the glass to Blake Griffin
Ten thangs go through my brain when I drive the lane
I might tear drop a floater, let it fall like the rain
Change lanes, change lanes, I only fly private planes
Drop a 100k on a chain like Wilt Chamberlain
Change the game but I’d rather change my clothes
If I don’t like it in your city, I can change my zip code

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, top back, Neon python suplex
Drop 50k on my ruby red Rolex
Drankin’ and scorin’ [?] choppin’ blades on the foreign
Bank account soarin’ like DeAndre Jordan
Tattoos on my arm, I was raised on a farm
But I can cruise on 22s, hit 3s like Matt Barnes
Shaking dice in Boston, don’t matter what it’s costin’
Tint darker than coffee, my mouth looks like ice hockey

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah


Rocky Diamonds feat. Kirko Bangz & August Alsina – You Already Know Lyrics


(Chorus – August Alsina)
You already know that I be getting it
And you already know because you witness it
And everything we talking bout we living it
So you ain’t gotta question do I handle biz
Cause you already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know

(Verse 1 – Rocky Diamonds)
You already know, Rico staying low
Pull up in that new foreign, your ni**as can’t afford it
Might cop shawty a…cause I like how she work it
She heard that I was popping, now she see it in person
F**k it cop her a sport, don’t judge me this ain’t court
And all my money long, yeah, cause my temper short
Baby what’s your name, f**k that, do you give brain, I love that
I love that s**t like, I cross these hoes like Chris Paul
You save shit like Cliff Paul, got these lil boys pissed off
I smoke dope my bi**h ball, I kill beats she kill malls
She get whatever designer, I just make sure that she flyer
All she do is roll my weed, and just make sure that I’m higher

(Chorus – August Alsina)
You already know that I be getting it
And you already know because you witness it
And everything we talking bout we living it
So you ain’t gotta question do I handle biz
Cause you already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know

(Verse 2 – August Alsina)
There ain’t no one realer
Just in case you didn’t know, I don’t keep it on the low
I’ll be with shooters, killers
I think you know the type that you…up and they go
Baby you know how to do, everything you supposed to do
You ain’t never been typical, now you know why I f**ks with you
You keep it real that’s G s**t, you the one that I be with
Cause I know when it get rough and it get tough that you won’t quit
I love it
Girl you keep it gangster in the sheets
And you understand why I be in the streets
That’s where I be getting dough
You ain’t tripping baby, you already know

(Chorus – August Alsina)
You already know that I be getting it
And you already know because you witness it
And everything we talking bout we living it
So you ain’t gotta question do I handle biz
Cause you already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know

(Verse 3 – Kirko Bangz)
You already know where I’m from, girl you know my past
And you know that’s why I be grinding, I ain’t going back
And you said it yourself this year, right here gong be my year, girl
So yeah I hope these bags gon make up for the phone calls and holidays I’m missing
Gon make up for the late nights and early morning kisses
And yeah I bought some shoes and some jewels to go right with it
Damn, I hope this make you feel different
Say you already know, girl you already know
That I gotta go, girl, yeah I gotta go
And every time I leave you say you wanna come with me
But we both know you won’t let no one get near me

(Chorus – August Alsina)
You already know that I be getting it
And you already know because you witness it
And everything we talking bout we living it
So you ain’t gotta question do I handle biz
Cause you already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know, you already know
You already know


Marty Baller – I’m A Dog


[Hook: Marty Baller]
I got kitty on my breath, its some cheese steak
Girl I really want some head she said please wait
I’m a doberman pinscher for the bitches
If she even breathe wrong I’mma ditch her
Baby I’m a dog, baby I’m a dog
Fuck em all I’ma fuck em all
If I could fuck em all I’ma fuck em all

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Marty baller show these motherfuckers how to ball
I’ma ball hard like Chris Paul
Swervin’ in the street in a new porsche
I got diamonds in my grill don’t need to dental floss
Nigga blow loud blow the windows off
Like I’m Santa Clause
And they all divas like Diana Ross

[Hook: Marty Baller]
I got kitty on my breath, its some cheese steak
I really want some cheese
I’m a doberman pinscher for the bitches
Baby I’m a dog, baby I’m a dog
If I could fuck em all I’ma fuck em all
Baby I’m a dog, baby I’m a dog
If I could fuck em all I’ma fuck em all

[Verse 2: Marty Baller]
She on my pokeballs
I gotta catch em all
And you know my bitches bad she a barbie doll
Big [?] I’m comin’ through I gotta stand up tall
Chris Paul cross ’em all watch them niggas fall
Yeah I’m ballin’ dunkin’ on em call me Don Wall
I got that Cris now give me light call me Chris Paul
John Paul Gautier I got my frames on
And I had to throw my Alexander Wang on

[Hook: Marty Baller]
I got kitty on my breath, its some cheese steak
Girl I really want some head she said please wait
I’m a doberman pinscher for the bitches
If she even breathe wrong I’mma ditch her
Baby I’m a dog, baby I’m a dog
If I could fuck em all I’ma fuck em all
Baby I’m a dog, baby I’m a dog
If I could fuck em all I’ma fuck em all

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Really I’m a dog really I’m a dog
Quavo slim Thugga I’m a boss hog
Ice on my neck I’m sick I got menopause
Took yo hoe in a dress cause she wear no draws
She want me take her to the mall, I’m a dog cause I tell her na
Lil bitty bitch need a pause
Lil mama she lost in the sauce
Flaws and all she make the birds sing like Diana Ross
The plug he takin right off
I put the dope in her anus
Lil bitty bitch she better not cough
If she ever get caught I’m takin off cause she gonna talk
I got codeine on my breath this ain’t a t-bone steak (actavis)
And I’m all about my chips Frito lays (stackin’ it)
Play with the money like it is monopoly, run with it like it relay
Call up my nigga Ferg whats the word
My niggas pull up like ándale




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