Tag: East Coast


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