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2Pac – Die/Dumpin (Original Version) Lyrics


[Intro]
Like this
Blastin’, dumpin’
Bitch

[Verse 1: Gonzoe]
I got my pistol cocked and my knife
‘Bout to slice this nigga windpipe
Throwin’ tops, swervin’ me on the dice
Nigga thought he was nice with the slickness
But the nigga I am, sham, just swift with the quickness (Mark ass bitch)
Respect the game, the lame niggas die slow
Hustlers fly straight like Frank feared Scarface
From the Glock, the lead waste
Diggin’ out your chest plate up straight
Trimmin’ you from your winge and hit the gate, I’m not waitin’
Thinking between and runnin’ on my escape
Hop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate
The terrorist doin’ on niggas who we {​Glock cocked}​
Glock never miss, through your grill here goes my fist
When I slit yo’ wrist
With the the styles of ruckus south central
Los scandalous anybody get buckets uh (West side)
I’m doin’ niggas in the rap tussle
Rip out your backbone slow, you go to pieces like a puzzle
I’m hand on muzzles to you whack MC’s
Black fitted cap to the back with the Gap jeans to my knees
Niggas under siege, like Seagal they fall
To my tactics chin checkin’ in charge like chart, I want it all
The loot, the chronic, plus the dips
First nigga that flinches catch a bullet from my hip
In a rage, serving gauge with my Glock to your grill
Let the dump-dumps loose, now your brains is on the ceiling nigga

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Murderous mindstate
Can’t keep my nine straight
Sippin’ on this hennessey
Waitin’ for the time to break
Show up and mothafuckas bow down, recognize
West Side, Death Row, outlaw riders
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well known felons labeled for drug sellin’ merciless jackers
Forever buzzed
Roll with thugs and dawgs
Commence to lettin’ off rounds
Then escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo?
Catch Makaveli while he’s sleepin’
My mini-14 murderin’ niggas while they creepin’, Uhhh!
Duck or you ass out!
Drink ’til you pass out! (what)
Ain’t scared to die
Drunk drivin’ in my Glasshouse
Niggas is under me
They bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga
Now they wanna really see
Bomb first, my motto, is fully guaranteed
Niggas is playahatas
Label them my enemies then dumpin’

[Refrain 1: 2Pac]
Look out young nigga!
‘Cause it’s time to dump
I’m versatile ,mothafuckas
What type of rhyme you want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I’m runnin’ for my life
Tell me!
What’s that, West Side like?
West side!

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I’m all about the paper chase ’cause the paper makes life so great
Plus, haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot lock down, concoct styles
Catch me rollin’ all the fuck around with the top down (Nigga, what?)
Realest with the microphone
Most murder masher verbal disaster
Creator, 38 stasher
In the inner zone where the hellraiser roam
There is not place like home, TEC-9s and chromes
Got the heater sequence for the heat to the disperse
Just in case worse come worst, I dumps first
So pump curt curse, it’s the curse of the pump pump
The one to dump last is the first to get slumped
It’s the mental temptation, mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I’m death-defying, bitches lyin’ sayin’ I ain’t cute
Now she wants an autograph (Hey, give me an autograph) Bitch, I ain’t Snoop (What?)

[Verse 4: Scarlo]
One bone bitch ready to go for broke
Hittin’ up your marks with my motherfuckin’ 4
I’m comin’ up about the Hills so feel I’m ready for the static
And niggas on my team is the full flesh automatic
Planting all you hoes in your motherfuckin’ place
A bitch named Scarlo is steppin’ up in your face
I’m dustin’ off you chumps with the .44 slugs
And livin’ from the lichter bro I’m ready to pull your plug
So, nigga, you wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher
Scarlo, nigga, the miss messiah
So bitch you better get a grip on gangs
You fuckin’ with the hillside, mentally insane
Point of no return and now my life is on the edge
Believin’ in my misery I fucked her in the yeah
Giuseppe called me up and told me so
I gotta do a mission on my ass I gotta go
‘Cause you can run, hide (Hide)
But I’m gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won’t letcha run, hide
But I’m gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won’t letcha
West side for life
Biaaaaaatch!

[Refrain 2: 2Pac]
I’m dumpin’
Empty my gun
It’s time to run
‘Cause here come the cops
I’ll be duckin’ ’em for blocks
Nigga I’m dumpin’
Empty my clip
Forever bustin’
East Coast nigga rushin’
Mothafucka, I’ll be dumpin’

[Verse 5: Nutt-So]
Killer!
Loaded them things, nigga, it’s time to dump
Sneakin’ on niggas that be sleepin’ when they ass in the trunk
You slipped, then got crept on, now it’s ride time
To the hills where niggas kill and peel your shit on skyline
It’s die time, and can’t any niggas save g
So kneel to your fuckin’ knees and feel this 45 fade you
Aimin’ for heads, pumpin’ lead ’til I bury you
Niggas be duckin’ but I swingin’ low like chariot
No love, pumpin’ slugs like I’m servin’ dogs
Buck buck, now tell your dead homies I said, “What’s up?”
Lullaby, rock-a-bye, nigga die
And rest in piece, eternal pain from this fire
My 45 smoked and broke ya
And nothin’ hurt like a dick with his liquid, in his eyes wide open
Gats smokin’ no jokin’, Bullets to me
Deleted soul from his core, as he lay, as I was dumpin’


DJ Daddykat & Wiz Khalifa – Purpose Lyrics


Play this song

[Chorus]
I know my purpose is to do way more than scratch the surface
I know my purpose is to stay away from chicks that’s worthless
I know my purpose is to (All you), say more than I purchase (DJ Daddykat on the mix)
I know my purpose is to make these pussy niggas nervous

[Verse 1]
Two puffs and I’m in the gang, too much muscle when I’m switchin’ lanes
Fly my planes, I just want the cash, I don’t want the fame
Couple chains, spillin’ out on names, got you goin’ through a phase
Rollin’ J’s, youngin told his parents it’s gang, so they know it is
Keep my family close like my youngins to the toast
This a thousand dollar roach, put it down, and you gon’ smoke
Nowadays, I hardly post ’cause these rappers do the most
I never go broke, was MVP, but now, I’m the coach

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m smokin’ kush on the Wеst Coast
Know some niggas who had shit on lock, but then they chokеd (Hahaha)
Me, I run it up until I can’t do it no more
See me as a boss and you don’t speak unless you spoke to (All you), do just what you told

[Chorus]
I know my purpose is to do way more than scratch the surface
I know my purpose is to stay away from chicks that’s worthless
I know my purpose is to say more than I purchase
I know my purpose is to make these pussy niggas nervous

[Verse 2]
Rolls-Royce when I’m steppin’ out, money, family’s what I care about
Airin’ Karens out, I don’t care ’bout clout, let me in the South
West Coast, I built a house, Pittsburgh my stompin’ grounds
East Coast, it’s goin’ down, in Toronto, I smoke it out (DJ Daddykat)
I built it out, and if I ain’t legendary status, then I’m gettin’ close
And if there’s a problem, my niggas go
Grindin’ until they tell me I’m the G.O.A.T
I’m the one that gave all you lil’ niggas hope

[Pre-Chorus]
Smokin’ kush on the West Coast
Know some niggas who had shit on lock, but then they choked
Me, I run it up until I can’t do it no more
See me as a boss and you don’t speak unless you spoke to do just what you told

[Chorus]
I know my purpose is to do way more than scratch the surface
I know my purpose is to stay away from chicks that’s worthless
I know my purpose is to say more than I purchase
I know my purpose is to make these pussy niggas nervous


Felly – The Most Lyrics


[Hook]
You do the most
I just sit back getting this cheddar, yeah this that felon big lows
Sippin’ on Rosé
Sun still shining that yellow, I’m living life sitting on boats
On the West Coast
Still don’t feel no better, I spent the time at high hopes
I’ma make a toast
Everything that comes, go and go – but you do the most

[Verse 1]
All this drama in the world keep me low
I don’t really want the love on the low
All I really need know is love come and go
And I rather have a few you don’t know about
East Coast on my crew and we rollin’ out
They don’t even have a clue, no they know now
And I did all the things that I wrote about (mmh mh)
Start up automatic, when I get in I just need my phone
Sitting on high fashion with a bad bitch and I’m home, sweet home
Kids they think they holy, they just lonely and best left alone
Heard you got your racks up and a mansion but your passion gone
Air it out, [?], like
Fair amount, had a bunch of grams in my hand now, aight
Paramount, high to my light to a movie now, right
Swear down, someone tell the opps I’ll be here while-

[Hook]
You do the most
I just sit back getting this cheddar, yeah this that felon big lows
Sippin’ on Rosé

Sun still shining that yellow, I’m living life sitting on boats
On the West Coast
Still don’t feel no better, I spent the time at high hopes
I’ma make a toast
Everything that comes, go and go – but you do the most, yeah

[Verse 2]
Run around on the town with my blokes
Get about a hundred years and you ghost
That’s a reach to be real what I know
Worry ’bout the wrong things, let them go
Heaven, hell; think I came from them both
Tryna f*ck shorty friend at the show
Smoking strong, tryna get something off
Got what I need, and still I’m thirsty man
I wonder if Jesus had these temptations
They got the boy heatless, back in the game now
Can’t watch from the bleachers, I left CT soon as I was a senior
They insecure and they waiting on features
Blaming their friends and they thinks for a reason
Ain’t got a tweak if you really believe, keep my dream close

[Hook]
You do the most
I just sit back getting this cheddar, yeah this that felon big lows
Sippin’ on Rosé
Sun still shining that yellow, I’m living life sitting on boats
On the West Coast
Still don’t feel no better, I spent the time at high hopes
I’ma make a toast
Everything that comes, go and go


Riverdales – Hampton Beach Lyrics


We packed our bags, now we're leaving home
Drove all the way to the East Coast
For the gig with the Ramones
I hope we can make it to the show

Hey!
Hey!

Route 90 will take me away
From the Windy City to the Massachusetts Bay
The locals might think we're a little goofy
But that's fine by me

Hey!
Hey!

Hampton Beach or bust [x4]

There's nothing to discuss
It's Hampton Beach or bust

The chicks that we brang up make the scene
Everything will be peachy keen

Hey!
Hey!
And I'm willing to bet
That there'll be many a degenerate
Many will jump into the sea
Surfin' up teenage lobotomy

Hey!
Hey!

Hampton Beach or bust [x4]

We're gonna go [x4]

Hampton Beach, yeah
We're gonna go
[x8]


Total fire ban for Saturday in Tasmania as crews battle blazes amid deteriorating conditions


Collinsvale 7012

The Tasmania Fire Service (TFS) is working against the clock to try and contain bushfires burning around the state ahead of predicted hot weather this weekend.

Key Points:

  • Five fires around Fingal in north-east Tasmania are burning at watch and act level
  • Fire authorities fear the blazes could spread to the Douglas-Apsley National Park
  • Crews are working against the clock to try and contain the fires ahead of deteriorating conditions

The TFS has issued a total fire ban for southern and northern municipalities for 24 hours from 2AM on Saturday 4th January, while permits are required on the north-west coast.

The main cause of concern is the 7,000-hectare fire at Fingal in the state’s north-east, which has five watch and act alerts in place. Police believe it was started by arsonists on Monday.

The TFS has 10 aircraft ready to respond if the bushfire crosses into the Douglas-Apsley National Park today.

The blaze became very active late yesterday on Mangana Road, with ash and embers dropping on the southern side of the town.

Thick plumes of smoke also settled over the town, prompting a warning for residents with medical conditions to stay indoors.

One residential home and a car have been destroyed around the Tower Hill area along with many outbuildings, said acting regional fire chief, Ian Bounds.

“We have confirmed a loss of a residential house and vehicle around the Tower Hill area, and our investigators are going in to check that today,” he said.

“We believe that was lost when the fire took a run and the embers entered that property and we lost that property.”

A full assessment of property losses is being undertaken today.

A number of back-burning operations will be undertaken around the fire today, Mr Bounds said.

“The fire south of Fingal remains of major concern, crews are working right through the evening and this morning crews will be concentrating on securing that fire ahead of Saturday’s conditions,” he said.

“It certainly is going to challenge containment lines and we are looking at a total fire ban for some areas tomorrow.”

A bushfire that reached emergency level yesterday at Glenlusk, north of Hobart, is being heavily resourced to ensure it does not break containment lines.



Photo:

The cause of the Glenlusk fire north of Hobart is being investigated. (ABC News: Mitch Woolnough)

The cause of the fire that threatened homes is being investigated today.

Rain has helped fire fighting efforts at Pearce Basin, north of Strathgordon in the south-west.

There are a total of nine fires in the area burning in rugged terrain.

Mr Bounds said there would be a very high fire danger especially through the Midlands, Fingal Valley and East Coast on Saturday with temperatures soaring in the 30s.

People who plan on travelling to the East Coast are being warned to drive to the conditions and to be aware of increased presence of fire crews in the area.

Source: https://www.abc.net.au/news


2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)


Lil B – BasedGod Ish Lyrics


[Intro]
Ayy man you already know it’s your boy Lil B
We turnt up out here man
We got everything worldwide
Shout out to the East Coast, we in it

[Verse]
Fuck my bitch cause you based nigga
In the hood with my hipster niggas and my skater niggas
Wear pink, you ain’t based nigga
I rep that based nigga
Based World we ain’t racist nigga, fuck your race nigga
BasedGod you a pretty bitch. fuck a nigga bitch
BasedGod you can fuck my bitch, it’s pretty boy clique
Shout out Philadelphia, my niggas in New York
All my New Jersey go dumb when this start
If you from the East coast make some noise in this bitch
If you from the whole world make some noise in this bitch
My niggas get lit, my niggas go dumb
Riding low in the car, music loud smoking blunts
I don’t fuck with old hoes, I keep a young ho
BasedGod fucked my main bitch cause he’s really my bro
Woo, woo, woo, woo, that’s how it go
BasedGod fuck my ho

I’m on some BasedGod shit, please fuck my bitch
You the pretty bitch, it’s the BasedGod bitch
You can fuck my bitch, please fuck my bitch
BasedGod, please fuck my bitch

Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag
Fuck these bitches ooh
BasedGod fuck these bitches swag

[Outro]
They know how we go
BasedGod
Like I said, options all that feel me
We tapped in


ASAP Ferg – East Coast (feat. Remy Ma)


[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, everyone ’bout to open this shit up
Everyone, open this fucking shit up
Yeah, Constantine

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it
This the children of the sewer, finally winnin’ music
This confessions of a lord, I’ve been sinnin’ music
The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I jump in the whip and say “ooh, it’s my shit” and I tell ‘em to turn it up
Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit and I tell ‘em to run it up
This is Mr. Trap Lord, I’ma go until the sun is up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run til I fuck it up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Remy Ma]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka (hahahahahahahaha)
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka (Remy Ma)

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
And it’s 0-1, now, run it up
Got my face beat, hair done it up
I go bad on ‘em, drop bags on ’em
Got a tab, bitch; tell ’em run it up
I spaz on ’em, I gun ’em up
Said I’m too smart, gotta dumb it up
Dead in the middle of Little Italy
They ain’t know Remy really could just Pun it up
On IG, you thumb it up
But in real life, you bum it up
You’re on nothin’, you so frontin’
You Joe Budden, you pump it up
See, these hoes be luckin’ up
Try to be down, they suckin’ up
I go nuts, I mean peak on
Turn the beat on and I fuck it up
The bar’s low, I brung it up
And y’all hoes just stunk it up
I been one, you been done
You been shoulda just hung it up
You was hatin’ when I was comin’ up
You fake bitch, you need to woman up
You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch
And I’m that bitch, just to sum it up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah
Threw it through the ceiling, threw a nigga off the pillar
Now I killed him, they ain’t never found out
Fuck what you feelin’, Trap Lord in the building
With the lords and they with it right now
Pull up on them niggas like “skrrt” in a Merc
And I jerked see the bad man comin’
Talkin for niggas saved up and the pump had the rest of them bad boys runnin’
Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up and get left [?] if you thuggin’
Jump if you ready to fuck a nigga up cause he come for nigga all for nothin’
There’s some children down a holy thang and they let it bang cause you frontin’
Jump cause I’m feelin’ like I’m the illest nigga, I’m the trillest and I love it

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
Push the Benz like it’s nothing, whoo
Versace lens like it’s nothing, whoo
Fuck your tears like it’s nothing, whoo
Fuck a friend like it’s nothing, whoo
Bitches really like it nothing, whoo
Suck them titties like it’s nothing, whoo
Raise the bottle like it now, ooh
Turn the bottle like it now, ooh

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka


WSTR – Eastbound & Down (Red, Green, Or Inbetween Album)


There she goes
She flies out to the East Coast of the States
But I’ll remain here alone
Following my own ghost
Trying to live another day
I’m tired of being sick and I’m sick of being wasted
It’s hard to admit that I’m hung up on the same shit
Your celebration’s kind of dragging me down
Intoxication wins the race
Stops it from bumming me out

I had a little bit of money with a pocket full of hesitation
And isn’t it fitting now you think you’re better than that?

Don’t look now
It’s safe to say that it’s a long way down
And if these engines fail
I’d like a little more faith and a lot less feelings
I bailed out now I wake up screaming
Hold it off another day
You’re better off without me anyway

I feel like throwing up again
Stability is not my friend
I try to tell that to this pen
You love my agony don’t ya girl?
Become the source of my antagony won’t ya girl?
It’s funny how my fears unfurled behind a laugh
She packs her bags leaves for a different world

Don’t look now
It’s safe to say that it’s a long way down
And if these engines fail
I’d like a little more faith and a lot less feelings
I bailed out now I wake up screaming
Hold it off another day
You’re better off without me anyway

I had a little bit of money with a pocket full of hesitation
Now finance is low with nothing to show for it
I’m pathetic

Don’t look now
It’s safe to say that it’s a long way down
And if these engines fail
I’d like a little more faith and a lot less feelings
I bailed out now I wake up screaming
Hold it off another day
You’re better off without me anyway
You’re better off without me anyway

I had a little bit of money with a pocket full of hesitation
Now finance is low with nothing to show for it
I’m pathetic


Quinn – Full Circle

November 2, 2016

Lyrics

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(Prod. ayokay)

(Intro: fade in)
They’re in love
They’re in love

(Chorus 1)
Aye, aye, words that I say
Downtown the light’s out but we choose to stay
I don’t know where this may go
These strangers know all the words in my songs
I tell she lovin’ our style
Shit makes her face red wheneva I smile
I lay down, takes off her clothes
Wake up, I leave for the door

(Verse)
Tell myself I don’t need a drink
I got champagne iced in the sink
They keep callin’ me for the link
Music’s there, but then still I think
I need ya!
Aye, aye, words that I say
East Coast to West Coast, we rhymin’ all day
I really do mean what I say
New York City to LA
Got me feelin’ like oh, no, we bout to blow
We just lay down, 16 songs in a row
You been told, this time you should know
(Now to get your girlfriend in the mood)
(Here’s a lil number by Quinn)

(Chorus 2)
Hey, baby, come inside of my room
I need you to leave out all of that news
I need you by my love and it’s all
Because you love me!
You don’t want me outta your sight
But I can’t stay here all of these nights
You need me by your side
And it’s all because you love me

(Verse 2)
And the man starts speakin’
That’s the sound of the week-end
Left my problems to dry
I’m loungin’ all in the deep end
I can chose whenever I wanna sleep in
So tell me where to go
And they can start peepin’ songs off my new album
Shit ain’t even got a title
Just started singin’, already shit on yo iDles
Smilin’ back at me as they rotated on vinyls
Sun-shaded vibes fill up a room and bloom with my arrival

(Bridge x2)
Roll one up then you pull one out
5 am when we go to sleep
And I’ll be up and I’m feeling good
This is how it’s supposed to be

(Chorus 1)


O.T. Genasis – Im Out Here (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Rhythm & Bricks Mixtape) letras

October 14, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Came up on a lotta bread
Gotta slow down, I been gettin’ a lotta head
Still sellin’ cocaine
Girl goin’ through my phone, I ain’t storin’ no names
Catch me if you can, bitch
Word around town, I’m the man, bitch
Sellin’ all these grams, bitch
Gotta grip the money like I’m ’bout to eat a sandwich
‘Bout bring the Mazi out
Money dance, Imma bring the Ricky Bobby out
Life in the fast lane
Smoke weed, pop pills, drink a lotta champagne
Met a bad bitch on Thursday
Took the bitch down on Thursday
Now she callin’ my phone early
Oh you thirsty, damn girl, you thirsty

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out here stuntin’, out here hustlin’
Out here cuffin’ that bitch and she out here fuckin’
Out here thuggin’, out here puff a whole ounce
Tryna see that thing bounce, shake something
On the couch, yeah, break you off, yeah
Imma knock the pussy out, put it in her mouth, yeah
Fuck you mean, bitch, I’m out here
Don’t know where that pussy been so I ain’t goin’ down there
I got mushrooms in my lemonade
West Coast bitches gang bangin’
East Coast girls rollin’ Backwoods
My Down South girls love me cause I fuck ’em good
As you should

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here