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Gucci Mane – I Get The Bag (feat. Migos) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)




[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shine
It’s Gucci!
It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!




NAV Feat. Lil Uzi Vert – Wanted You Lyrics





(Intro)
Where you at?
At my house
Let me see that ass
What you say?
I said “let me see that ass”
That ass
Oh, you on some naked sh*t
Hahaha
I’m on my way
Stop lyin
I’m on my way, bye

(Verse 1: NAV)
I’m ashamed of all the things that I was doing for you
Should’ve known that all these girls the same and they ain’t loyal
She a freak, took her to Nobu, on a beach (yeah)
Just to eat, Louboutins all on her feet (yeah)
Where you get the money for them shoes, girl?
You hit me on my DM like a fangirl (whoa, whoa)
Did you want me or did you want these bands, girl? (whoa, whoa)
Now I know you just another Instagram girl (whoa, whoa)
She almost made me think that all she want is me (yeah)
I hit the club and she the first one that I see
Said that she there because she know promoters in the club (yeah)
Come to find out that my homeboy hit her up (whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Chorus: Nav)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

(Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert)
No, no, no, no I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
No, no, no, no I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
Man, I swear these girls are see-through (translucent)
Stevie Wonder, I can’t see you (can’t do this)
She so hurt, I’m so irked, she get on my nerve (what)
My head hurt, matter fact, kick her to the curb (bye-bye)
Found out that she with him, like this verse get murked (uh)
My chopper, eagle dispersed, yeah
Probably die before it hurt, aye
Cartier lens, I’m on lurk, uh
Twenty-thousand for a fur, ooh (yeah)
What would she do for a purse? (huh)
She said she’ll give me a perc (thirty)
My new b*tch better, so I cannot sweat her
Don’t talk to that girl, that’s a curve (now what)
Speak ofsweater, my neck is so frozen it looking just like an iceberg

(Chorus: NAV)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

(Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & NAV)
Uzi they, used to make, fun of you ((?))
Yeah, all my hundreds blue
Whoa, little b*tch, I’m done with you (I’m done with you)
Hit it from the back while Uzi stand in front of you (yeah)
23, but I had her when I was 22 (what?)
I can’t wife that girl, she f**ked like twenty dudes (brown boy)
You can’t get a kiss, can’t get caught tounging you (Lil Uzi)
I got lots of girls, no, there ain’t just one of you (that true)
Off-White on my Prestos, all these girls I’m running through (I’m running through it yah)
I can’t text her back, these Franklins what I’m thumbing through (blue hunnos)
F**k a finger in that b*tch, I use a thumb or two
Made her number one and you ain’t even number two

(Hook: NAV)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you


Tee Grizzley – Win


[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1]
90’s baby but I get to that money like ’86 again
Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again
Gotta thank God for that prison bid
Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again
Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses
Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr)
You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught
Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off)
Free Mar Mar, he innocent
I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit
Bitches love me, they go crazy ’bout that real nigga shit
Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant
If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head
Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man
When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
700K in here and my bag in this room
But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room?
I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands
If you think I’m ’bout to let him leave alive, you a fool
Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real)
And let me know that they ain’t know me ‘fore I came out
Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out
But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out
Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch
I could’ve kicked her lil’ dirty ungrateful ass
But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date her, ayy
Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back
Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that
Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that
The Mustang used to always run out of gas
Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 3]
I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around
Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around
They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down
Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around
Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around
Can’t be around on choppers the [?] three around
Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down
After I fuck, never again will she be around
It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down
These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about
He shot at me, and that’s somethin’ I can’t sleep about
Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr)
How you gon’ motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit?
This what they like, so I’ma make the shit
But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit
So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga

[Outro]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon, nigga
Without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga


Lil Durk – Make It Out


[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 1]
We do pop ups had my back when I was locked up
I was glocked up
Niggas hate cause they can’t stop us
We was turnt up, gang war can’t knock us
Sliding in them DM’s tryna slide up on the oppas
I’m so nautious off them drugs, too high off them percocets
Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn’t focused yet
We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
Extort your big homie, like we from LAX
I was so high, I wish I replied to LA’s text
But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
I was dressing my homies up for they funerals
Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most
Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation
Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration
Pray for my generation, fuck Trump them bitches racist
Bought Rarris just to race it, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 2]
Joking laugh all day to stop from crying
Keep my gun on me to stop from dying
Can’t listen to no rumors cause it block my mind
Can’t feed into that bullshit ain’t got the time
I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy
Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it
You was hooked on drugs I was hooked on phonics
Signed to the streets I ain’t never go to college
Asked you for cash you ain’t never say you got it (damn)
But I gave you my last yeah
And I’m the same nigga since last year
I told my mom I can’t go down for this case
Got the same lawyer beat R. Kelly piss case
State’s attorney want me so bad
At the time I need you bad
Told myself ain’t going back
Told myself can’t go like that

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right


Omega Crosby – Money lyrics


[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh


Pressa – Sophomore


[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 1]
Good girl turned into a boss bitch
You could called it corrupted
I got bitches soaking wet like a ocean
And I didn’t even touch it
I ain’t even holler
I think she would wanna suck my collar
Got a dancer in the street like Caribana
That’s my navy blue Phantom
And Deadmihana go buy cars for the mandem
And TBH go buy me up Rihanna
Never listened to my teacher, never listened to the anthem
Pocket full of gold so I keep a cup of magnums
And I can chase these girls
[?]
Remember in her DM’s, now nigga I dodge ’em

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 2]
Pressa need a mansion and a cottage
Pressa finna skip his life through college
[?] this ain’t Gucci, this ain’t Louis, that ain’t Pradas
Balmain, Giuseppe, Balenciagas
She the type to have her friends jealous
Cuz Pressa might just buy her a necklace
I don’t wanna chill and watch Netflix
You can save it for the guys on the friends list
She so bad got me in the girls change room
She so bad might just get me suspended
She the type to have a nigga rent it
But I never ever took it offensive
Pressa more realer than authentic
Broke her heart but I never ever meant it
Trust a bitch never thought for a second
So she can be my trophy reason why I bought a pendant

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course


Kap G – Freakin ‘n’ Geekin


[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that Yum Sauce
She got that dome sauce, now take your Uggs off
Now take your bun off, now get me unsoft

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hola, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I been bout cappin’ and it’s R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna pop the percocet
I think she geekin’, yeah she liked my recent
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, TLC, she creepin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend


OG Boobie Black – Goin Live


[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live


Trey Songz – Playboy (Tremaine The Album Album)


[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 1]
Too many nights to remember
So many girls, I can’t count
Can’t keep track of these adventures
What has become of me now?
I thought each one was special
Oh, who am I kidding?
Why do the things feel so good?
That are so forbidden, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling all kinds of pressure
My momma wants another grandchild
Can’t say I’m not making the effort
But these women keep calling me out
I guess I’m losing this battle
Oh, I’d be trippin’
Why do things that feel so good?
Put me in this position, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down (settle down)
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still (I’m still)
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Bridge]
Goes down way too many times in my DM
Gave me way too many signs, I ain’t see them
I just hope that I ain’t too late
I just hope that I ain’t sealed my fate
Oh baby, can I, can I pick it up?
Can I get back the love?
I really want to change my life
Girl, there’s nothing that I want more now
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy


GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)


[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)


OG Boobie Black – Goin Live Lyrics


[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live


Nines – Getting Money Now (One Foot Out Album)


[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
I got money now, now

[Verse 1: Nines]
Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
Them man are still preppin’ D’s
Come through with my neck on freeze
I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
Them rappers can’t keep up with me
Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
Anywhere I go then gang go
Always wanted a penthouse
Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
Now I’m on the rise
BMT, most the city love me just for being me
I went Africa, see niggas starve
Felt bad comin’ home business class
I make six figures every summer drought
Way before rap, I had one foot out
They don’t know how long I put ground work in
Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

[Bridge]
We gon’ make it out the ends one day
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
Look at where I come from
Shit’s so real, real, real

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them


Nav – Fell In Love (The Introduction Album)


[Verse 1]
Police pat me down them bands all on me
Molly, purple drank is all that I need
Come get your bitch cause she dancing on me
I remember these bitches were laughing at me
Now she sucking, fucking, clapping for me
Hit me, DM, told she was a fan
I was nobody when I made "The Man"
Now when these bitches see me, know who I am
His bitch looking I think she a flirt
Owls inside my shoes and XO my shirt
Diss me once and you’ll be dead on the first
I’m staying clean but my squad doing dirt
I’m staying clean, let my squad do the dirt
Hating on me cause they can’t get a verse
Summertime, shitting on you in a ‘vert
My diamonds are water I’m smoking on Earth
‘Member my mama told me I’m the worst
When the check come in she seeing it first
Buy her a house, I’mma buy her a purse
Looking for handouts, don’t get on my nerves
You telling lies, I’m a man of my word
And your wifey just hit me but she getting curved
I’m wearing brand names that you never heard
How to get money, you never gon’ learn

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Verse 2]
Yeah I love LA
Met a baddie from the Bay
Suck and fuck all day
But she can’t call me bae
Smoking weed all day
In Beverly I stay
The weather got me feeling so good
That I put the Xans away
Started from the bottom
I just dropped the top
She want the molly, yeah I got ’em
His bitch gave me top
My shooter got a mop
Deading all your talks
I love getting stoned
My watch is full of rocks
She say "Nav, why you so hood?"
She don’t know about the Rex
Had to tell my squad to clean it up
I don’t wanna make a mess
Body coming home, he gon’ beat the case
So you know he know what’s next
Fucking up a check
Diamonds dancing on my neck

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay


Apollo Brown & Skyzoo – Nodding Off


[Intro Part 1: Mike Tyson]
And life is all about a bluff
It’s almost like playing cards, like
I’d say it’s moreso than um, I’d say moreso than I’d say shooting dice
You know, because, you could change dices and stuff
But they can’t, they hard, they can’t mold
You know what I mean you just shooting, you shooting
Cards could bend, cards could bend like life
Us and life, we can bend
And even though we had a bad hand, that don’t mean we gon lose the fucking game

[Intro Part 2: Skyzoo]
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
Go ahead and not to it
I swear all the content is relatable, I swear
Just let it play it’s course
Okay

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Winning be the only thing they know you for
And then everything changes like you Okafor
And you playing your role and keeping hold of what they hold you on
Remind ’em what they know until they know you gone
Like do believe it, let your memory lock in
Like when locking the door soon as top become the topic
And she take all that off seeing how roomy the drop is
And I just want you all to feel the aura of the logic
We can keep this shit honest, we all about a profit
And I’m all kinda in love with the shit, like it’s a problem
’cause I seen how that problem, stood up on top of problems
Down for the count, I counted down and said "yo I’m in"
Til I’m in, a 911 Porsche without a 911 call
Round my way they go together like you rocking up a yard
And if the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get a kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Swear it’s like I’m Bleek Gilliam on the bridge hitting the trumpet
Playing "Sing Soweto" in repetition for comfort
Know I sing for payrolls, but stuck on how you dub it
Like if ever you should share this and it puts out a discussion
There’s a part of me that wants it to be everything that matters
Then there’s part of me that grew up where you win off whipping batter
But this don’t even matter, like why should we pretend
But if it came back up, then how should we begin?
In the thought of the greatest, with a story as vital
But when you get to aiming then they say you hit your rivals
I’m just aiming at making this shit here last forever
‘Least a Wu X, and returning a DM from a joint that’s Lisa Wu sketch
Do it how they taught us when they had us in the pocket
Said the aim will come in handy when they get away from logic
If the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get the kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
You can still nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it


Jacob Sartorius – Bingo


(Hahaha, J.S.)

Man, tell me who’s this pretty young thing
Popping up all over the ground
I could see we got a couple same friends
And we from the same city
My, oh, my, now you just my type
With them lips like Kylie, so fine
E’rry post, gon’ give it that like
‘Til she notice

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

Man, now I’m creeping up in her DM
And I hope she ain’t got a boyfriend
‘Cause, girl, I really want a chance
To get to know you better
And, I, know if you give me the greenlight
Everything’s gon’ be alright
Like two stars way up in the sky
We’re so fly-y-y

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline
(Let me get it)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

(I just wanna know you real bad) Bad
(Can I pick you up, meet your dad?) Dad

(Eyy, eyy. Bro, I can’t do this. This is too lit)
(Haha, B-I-N-G-O)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school (Yeah)
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O


Justine Skye – Jezebel (8 Ounces Album)


Oh Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Cause you all on my IG
Talkin shit bout me
All in my timeline
Picture you
Tryna out me

Internet thuggin
Avatar muggin
Now you got me black bagging
Got you on thought when I’m dragging, you

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

We used to be friends
Now you all in my DM
From AM to PM
I just delete them

I heard you getting right now
On tour with what’s-his-face
No debate, you know the place
Word’s getting round now
You a player on the team, where all the boys go

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face

Show your face when you talk to me (Show your face)
Show your face (Show your face)
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
You’re the girl the guys (girl the guys) know so well
Jezebel, don’t want to front you out but what the hell

What the hell


Chri$ Born – Let The Beat Speak


[Intro]
I love you Chri$ Born

[Verse]
Hold up, what can I say
Barely wanna talk, gotta let the beat speak
Nigga asking "Yo Chris, where the beats be?"
Ain’t no hand out, why your hands out?
No deal, nigga, ‘less you got the bands out
In the DM, askin’ help her mans out
Unless you throwing some girl, you ain’t helping no
Perfect storm comin’ something like Nelson tho
Hold up nigga, I am a wave
No dance shit, I’m on the rave
On the road less travelled, nigga I’mma pave it
Rap going down, yeah nigga gotta save it
When I’m in the game, I’m ’bout to put it on hold
When I’m in this shit I’ve gotta leave ’em all froze
Yup nigga, my life a show
Really ’bout that life, sure that shit ain’t just for show
No hook, one verse, all I got for this
In the midst of greatness when you standin’ next to this
Lot of faith in myself, ain’t it evident
Swear man, this really be my element
Lately I ain’t really been feeling up to it
But, so unhappy when I don’t do it
Yeah, tryna live a life so sweet
Fuck it, I’mma go ahead and let the beat speak


Kap G – Freakin N Geekin


[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that [?] sauce
She got that [?], now take your Uggs off
Now take your [?] off, now give me [?]

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hold up, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I [?] R.I.P. to [?]
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna bang, she wanna
I think she geekin’, yeah she like my wrist and
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, tell I see she creepin’

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend


A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Macaroni


[Verse 1]
Nigga don’t tell me what you want
Think you calling shots? I make a call, nigga get you gone
Knew that was your girl but she a hoe and her pussy soak
Sound like macaroni in a bowl when she mix it up
Knew I was gon’ put it in song
We ain’t get to fuck
Think about when you leave her home
Where she really at?
Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at
A lot of niggas hatin’ on the boy
Why you really mad?
Is it cause I’m really putting on where my city at
Highbridge nigga from the Bronx where it be gritty at
I be smoking on gorilla glue and smoking GG pack
They don’t wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Verse 2]
My nigga don’t tell me what to do
Mel went to school for shooting hoops and then he learned to shoot
Had to lock myself inside the booth, that’s how I kept my cool
Saw my nigga Quado on the news, that’s why I kept my tool
Don’t you try to tell me nothing nigga you don’t know me
Done with this bottle, fill me up I need another Rosé
Got to hit a couple hittas up when I’m by my lonely
I think they already know wassup, I don’t fuck with phonies
Lately I been running out of time, I need another rollie
Lately I been on the west-side, don’t need no other homies
Diamonds on my pinky finger blinding, all the bitches on me
I look at her and tell her call me, hold up matter fact

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Outro]
Macaroni in a bowl
The way she mix it up
They way she mix it in a bowl
They way she mix it up
Macaroni in a…mix it up


P Money –


[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don’t play, this is not EA
Minimum wage? Promoter, behave
Make sure I’ve got a rider onstage
And three hotel rooms, prepaid
Got a big lyric called “what did he say?”
When I start it, the crowd say “what did he say?”
But I don’t repeat it on the third line
But I hit ’em with the fourth like “what did he say?”
Cause I’m grimy when I’m rhyming with my hood up
In quick time and when I ride in, I get a pull-up
If it’s a hype ting, we’ll slide in when I pull up
DM sliding when I glide in, skrrt, pull up
I does this, then man shoulda, woulda, coulda
I got clarity, dem man dududududu
I’m P Money in a snapback and my hood up
But I’m Wiley to every single girl that I stood up, cause

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 2]
Yo, fam, let me tell you why I’m nang
Probably the first grime man in Japan
Every single MC that clashed me ran
Left with their girlfriends, I left with their fans
Money Over Everyone, yeah, that was me
Put together dubstep and grime, that was me
Bosnia, Russia, Australia, Croatia
Can’t forget Germany, bro, that was me
If you wanna spar me, you are barmy, you need an army
You ain’t dark, G, can’t dark me cause I’m a darkie
Can’t harm me, run up, charge me or disarm me
I’m old school but I ain’t Atari, bro, wallahi
My conservative labour works more than a party
Nah, G, on my own, I was calling the party
Humble with it, but I’ll get a D Double rewind
If you might see me go back to being nasty

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 3]
Like yo, let me tell you why I’m cold
Made a lot of bangers, [?]
“Slang Like This”, man, you already know
“10/10” now, you already know
Younger than them but I was one of the seniors
Badded up festivals and I done arenas
They ain’t even done this and they was on a major
I ain’t even dropped no album, idiots
Zim zimma, I was getting bigger and bigger
They couldn’t say I weren’t the winner when I got in the bimmer
They can’t buy my style, I’ll six-figure the bidder
They call me chinchilla cause I’ll put their chin on a chiller, it’s mad
Are you hearing the way I’ve been flowing? It’s mad
All the rates and the raves I’ve been going, it’s mad
Lowkey at the show so we go in the back
When your chick picks me up, we go in the back

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes


Lil Durk – Rider Chick


[Intro: Lil Durk]
She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
(?) you how that shit go street nigga
Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
In her DM and I’ll (?) with him
These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
Taught her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch


Mike Stud – Shine on em


(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH


Mike Stud – Shine on em Lyrics


(Chorus)
Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad

(Marcus Stroman)
In the lights I hit them switch
Fifty thousand when I’m dealing in the Six
And you know they locked in on every pitch
Life got the crazy boy tagging me in pics
They think they get to me me but they ain’t ever stressin me
Cooking in the lab and you know I got the recipe
Momma always texting me but I don’t always get to see
But trust me she already know I got the message seen
Love my family and my circle shout my Steve’s where the Urkel
You know im workin with a purpose for certain
Tell my doubters turn it louder perfect
Riding with my team don’t be slidin in my DM’s
Cuz you know I ain’t gon’ read em anyway
You know I got the tunnel vision I don’t see the competition
If I want it then I get it anyway

(Chorus X2) Do it one time for the squad

(Mike Stud)
Ok I don’t hear the things they say about us
Thank you momma thank you poppa
All the things you taught us made us stronger
I just tried to make you prouder
They sippin me constantly I wake em up
You think I was in the monogamy cuz i ain’t gave a fuck
Ugh feel like how the hell we make it here
Everytime the ball drop I just throw my favorite year
And i don’t ever fumble got the drive to take it there
On a couple Lakers out in LA like a Laker yeah
Ugh don’t bother callin won’t bother texting
Pray they get the message and I made a couple dreams
Outta bad brakes talking deals with the team over crab legs
Gotta cash safe just to keep the cash safe
Only brightside of Donald Trump is for tax breaks
And the only spot I’ve never been is last place
Livin fast pace in the fast lane
Now I came from the diamond only ride or shine
They be catchin’ feelings I just catch a five
Talk good of town even when I’m not around
Cuz I’m still makin plays even when I’m outta bounds

Put them bright lights I shine on them
Put them bright lights on
Put them bright lights on it’s my moment
Put them bright lights on (X2)
Do it one time for the squad YEEEEUH


Boogie – Nigga Needs letras

October 28, 2016

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[Pre-verse]
Yeah, yeah, uh
I need to learn commitment, woah
I need to quit my joking, yeah
I need a bowl of bitches, uh
I swear my mind been floating
Ain’t tryna fuck this bread up, no
I need to get more focused, yea
I need to smoke forever, yeah
I need to sand my roaches, uh

[Verse 1]
Talking empty homes with a fridge in it
Talking juice cartons with a sip in it
Talking ham sandwich with the chips in it I admit nigga
I’m a food stamp popping white tee rocking
Swat me shopping
Instagram watching, DM hopping
Niggas know the deal
Now they know I got it, now they know I got it, woo
I used to be so humble, woah
I need to call my momma, yeah
I need to get my girl back, uh
I need to weigh my options, yeah
Saying God sent to a moshpit
Talking young niggas with the nonsense
That’s capri-sun’s with the hot chips, then the plot twists
From a gameboy playing, sidekick aiming
Church boy singing, Westside banging, girlfriend taking
Niggas know the deal I ain’t gotta say, it I ain’t gotta say it, no
I need a rap nigga just to mention me
I’ma finish him keep it industry
Just don’t intervene what my nigga needs
What a nigga need is a lot
I need a bunch of new fans just so I can go say that I pop, say that I pop
I need for y’all to stop tryna compare me to niggas I’m not, cos really I’m not
I need to stop using uber and go take my ass to the lot, straight to the lot
The homie just offered a brick I’m like fuck it I’m taking my shot, I’m taking my shot

[Bridge]
I need to find my balance, uh
I need to fix my vision, yeah
I need to find new content, uh
I can’t keep downing women, no
I’m a nike slipper wearing sweat pant thugging
Once a year clubbing, homegirl fucking, homeboy plugging
Long as niggas hustling I ain’t saying nothing no, no no

[Chorus: Boogie + Dana Williams]
No, I need something that’s gon make me feel for real inside
For real inside, oh yeah, uh
No, no, no I need something thats gon heal my pride, to heal my pride, oh yeah, uh
Oh I need something that make me feel a certain way
Make me feel a certain way, a certain way
Oh I need something that make me feel a certain way
Make me feel a certain way, a certain way


Taylor Gang – History

October 13, 2016

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[Chorus: Devin Cruise]
All my diamonds glistening
All my haters pissed at me
All these ladies kissing me
Tonight gon’ go down in history
All I know is victory
Finger to my enemies
I got my whole click with me
Tonight gon’ go down in history

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
Ok this the situation
You ain’t fucking ain’t no visitation
I’m just tryna make tonight amazing
Eddie Murphy I just want relations
Can you top me off while I just roll this weed
All about whatever’s how you supposed to be
I love all my niggas keep ’em close to me
Bitch I been a player ain’t no coaching me
I got all my jewelry on, baby tell me what we on
Ain’t nobody put me on
Bitch I had a cracking phone
[Chorus: Devin Cruise]
All my diamonds glistening
All my haters pissed at me
All these ladies kissing me
Tonight gon’ go down in history
All I know is victory
Finger to my enemies
I got my whole click with me
Tonight gon’ go down in history

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
Got your baby mama in my DM
Telling me she ready for the weekend
She just hit me told me y’all ain’t speaking
Ain’t had it in a while and now she tweaking
Two door coupe I drop the top her hair gon’ blow
Head all on my lap as she put on a show
Now I’m on this green like where you tryna go
She just told me somewhere that nobody knows
I got all my jewelry on, baby tell me what we on
Ain’t nobody put me on
Bitch I had a cracking phone

[Chorus: Devin Cruise]
All my diamonds glistening
All my haters pissed at me
All these ladies kissing me
Tonight gon’ go down in history
All I know is victory
Finger to my enemies
I got my whole click with me
Tonight gon’ go down in history


DJ SpinKing – This Big (feat. 50 Cent, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

October 11, 2016

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[Intro]
DJ SpinKing
Dolla $ign

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big
[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Give ’em long dick, I need a deep throat
Talking here while the heat throw
Shooting at her face like a free throw
Now girls want the freak show
I got that make you cum out of your body
Dick done got her 100 miles and running
Dick up in her, fucking up her stomach
Finger in her booty, I’ma thumb it
I’m up at Luv’s and I’m straight cashin’
When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
She on whatever I’m on, ain’t ask it
And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Go ‘head ask about me, she gon’ say I’m the shit
I pop pills and I fucked her, I bet she never forget
I caught her fresh out the shower
You know the pussy is power
And Bryson Tiller went off, I’ve been in that pussy an hour
Ay, these bitches fuck with me, wanna see ’em?
They’ve been all in my DM, nigga AM through the PM
Attract the bees with the honey
Get the hoes with the money
First the diamonds is blinking
Then the bitch get to thinking
I should fuck with a real nigga
Come up with a real nigga
Live it up with a real nigga
Grind till the paper all straight
Bag some up, sell some of the shit, weight, wait

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl take off them panties
I’m a grown man, understand me
Yeah, hit her with the long dick
She take it to the throat like a bong rip
Yeah, all the way down
You keep coming like K rounds
Ass up, face down
Go deep in the bitch, make her say owww
I be stroking
You niggas jacking off with lotion (ugh)
Niggas looking for a handout
Your bitch on the floor getting maxed out
Bam-bam-bow
Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You only had a few niggas
You ain’t rachet like them other bitches
You ain’t got no kids
You say you’ve never had a dick this big
This big
Said she never had a dick this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a dick this big

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Come on
Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard
Spin we up


A. Squeezy – Skeppy Excursion (Whipping Excursion parody)

October 11, 2016

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(Beam me up Scotty)

Chicken is burning
[?] She can cook, till I [?] it in person
In the DM, she had me putting that work in
You’re not a wifey, you’re just an Instagram version
Now I’m eating that Colonel
Two piece and a pack of that herbal
I used to stunt in pics, then I nearly got burgled
Now all of my pictures are a little bit personal
White socks pon’ feet, you know I mess with that Persil
Dude with the million dollar plans, even though my money’s quite hurtful
No spit, I was out of my circle
Post on the strip, we was looking for Squirtles
That’s not banter
This eediat put ice in my Fanta
Threw it in his face, cah’ man can’t have that
This girl said we’re mates, just cos’ man’s clapped
Man don’t powder, dark like Ghana
One youth slapped my boy, I said he shouldn’t have that
Then he looked at me and said you should’ve backed man
So I looked at him like “he’s hench, are you mad, fam?”
Grab it and turn it, curl it
Stand like you’re fearless
Hitting like Skepta did, until you’re hot like a furnace
Grabbing that German Whip, banging Ed Sherman
Her pits were sweating buckets, nose started burning
I just picked up my club, now we asking for sterling
Trapping ain’t working, honeys keep curving
Man are so merky, caught clothes like we’re earning
But keep all the tags on, so we can return em’
[Outro]
Ayo Giggs
Remix my tune again and then bring it out before my tune comes out, yeah?
They’ll be problems innit’
Not “Whippin’ Excursion” it’s “Chicken is Burning”, rudeboy
Yeah? Ay’ no, I’m joking, I’m joking
Don’t come after me, innit’


Iamsu! – Dogs letras

October 3, 2016

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[Verse 1]
Suzy gon’ run up them commas
My new chick’s [?] Madonna
They ain’t let you in the club
They shut the club down, so fuck em
Suzy be sliding through customs
Suzy been killing production
Baddest lil bitch that you cuffing
Cut that lil bitch off, she nothing
Suzy the man with the plan
Suzy got bitches in France
Suzy might run the same outfit back
Might do it again
Suzy get paid to party
Suzy gon’ smell like a Marley
Suzy spent thousand on Carty’s
Suzy be up with no coffee
I own a couple of businesses
I lost a couple of friends and shit
I just pulled up to the dealership
I know my niggas gon’ feel this shit
I cannot tell you what year we in
I’m on another planet
I’m on another country
Speak to the plug in Spanish
Hola amigo, que paso?
On 23rd with the vatos
Niggas be feeling themselves, get filled with them shells
Bitch it’s like a taco
Suzy the man with the mula
Smoking the swisher with Budha
Suzy got plug on the [?]
Suzy got plug on the Puma
Suzy cold, better drop off
I’m out of gas and I’m coughin y’all
I just got off of a conference call
They want to know what the concert costs
20 racks if I’m friendly
Swaggin’ since elementary
Drippin’ sauce since the bike days
Young 6 Speed on a 10-speed
6’ 5” with a sick vibe
Never let a fuck nigga slide
When I pull up in a slick ride
I’ma let a thick girl drive
I got the flow, it’s on autopilot
I met some girls, they was all about it
Ask me if I got a plan B
Honestly I never thought about it
I’m on my way but I’m serving
Stick to the plan but it’s perfect
I don’t feel none of your energy
Really you making me nervous
Pull up in Chevy Suburban
She slid in my DM, I curved her
They all foreign bitches in stills
They feeling my swag, talking merger
I just pulled up to the fortress
I ain’t stop rocking Air Forces
I still be rocking Toyotas
I got dough to buy a few Porsches
Bossman taking orders
I remember buying ten sacks
Now a nigga facing quarters
Niggas tryna get they wind back
They done put me in the driver’s seat
I’m who these lil niggas tryna be
Look at my day, I got demons inside of me
Pray to my maker like get this shit out of me
Probably I could be one of the greatest
Did this shit without a major
I’m dripping sauce, kicking flavor
Hate it but love this shit later


Apollo Brown & Skyzoo – A Couple Dollars (feat. Joell Ortiz) letras

September 30, 2016

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[Intro: Skyzoo]
We just wanted to live
They told us that countin’ up somethin’
Seems the only way you can live
Swear to God we just wanted to live
They told us that countin’ up somethin’
Seems the only way you can live

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
In love with a mattress that was somewhat outta place
Where due to old habits it can double as a Chase
Talkin’ major key, let it cut you out a case
And tryna run the city ’til it run you outta state
Told us all of this is straight, and it’s worth what you wait on
Starin’ at the exit like “yo I ain’t tryna stay long”
Kitchen table decorator situate a plate on
Jeśus heavy is the head the crown lay on
But all of this straight
Runnin’ outta state is what you play for and stay for
To turn to what you leave for, get your 16 on
Like talkin’ mic check, throw the beat on
Or talkin’ ’bout a key but being 20 OZ short
16 ain’t enough, Andre features
As quick as you can be on, you’ll be gone
Waiting on a detour, couple U-turns to where you belong
At best you can get your sight see on

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Bet you I can plug ’em
Til the wallet dropping babies
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
Saved in a drop top BM
Right side, DM
All praise due up
Tell him when I see him
Started with a couple dollars baby
Was told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
It’s off a couple dollars

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
And it sounds like beautiful like the truth
Like “she bad but even more beautiful in the coupe”
And seeing that was seeing all that I would need to pursue
The e-class that was used to corner me off the stoop
Was as clean as the book that your hand on
When you prayed that we stayed away from them anthems
Fuck is left for us except for us to go stand on
A box with a rope and a bottle of Spade
Carpe diem, carpe diem, make it pop it for the day
I threw money to jeweler, sneaker box full of change
Know me, I’m no better I’m about it the same
Cause on a box with a rope is how we got in this frame
Now flick it up, one time for ’em, one time for ’em
Know it’s lit if they in here with the 9 on ’em
One time for em, one time for em
And the parades lining up along the side for ’em

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Bet you I can plug ’em
Til the wallet dropping babies
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
Saved in a drop top BM
Right side, DM
All praise due up
Tell him when I see him
Started with a couple dollars baby
Was told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
It’s off a couple dollars

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
As a youngin’, had a lot on my plate
I ain’t finna complain, just had a lot on my plate
Razors, 12 12 skinnies and 58s
I cooked a 6 deuce and came back with 58
I ain’t stressin’, I ain’t stretch it, I just cheffed it in the butter
Orville Redenbacher, had it poppin’, word to mother
Swervin’ under covers, had it local, had it OT
Whippin’ up P-O-T tryna get to the T-O-P
Get in and get out, that’s always the plan
But all of them bands to a kid in the project who had nothin’ so damned
Hard to let go from starvin’ stomach, hollow with the echo
To the hardest Marc Ecko extra large retro
MJs before they dropped, but a lot started to drop
Stick up kids got the drop, my sneaker box dropped
Dropped crack, switched to diesel when some fiends dropped
Feds eavesdroppin” on my drop, got ’em street blocked
They dropped by my man’s spot so now he locked
I drop to both knees prayin’ dimes don’t get dropped
Dropped it all, be the bird locked in the coupe
Or take your talent more serious and lock in that booth
I chose the latter, and thank God for showin’ Joe the ladder
Helped me climb through these rhymes
Who said I would never matter?
Look at me, such a hard act to follow
Lookin’ forward to tomorrow, you’ll never hear me holler

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Bet you I can plug ’em
Til the wallet dropping babies
Just need a couple dollars
A couple dollars baby
Told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
Saved in a drop top BM
Right side, DM
All praise due up
Tell him when I see him
Started with a couple dollars baby
Was told if I can get ’em
All of them will save me
It’s off a couple dollars


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