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Yelawolf – Keep on Rollin Lyrics




Play this song

[Intro]
One, two, one

[Verse 1: Cub da CookUpBoss]
Salute me when you see me bitch, I’m the cook up boss
[?] life up in this bitch, now you gotta break me off
I party like a rockstar, you see me hoe
Henny where I put in work, best believe it hoe
See I am not a rapper, although, I’m something else
So I’ma turn it up a notch ’cause I don’t need these niggas help
Fuck y’all, not you, I mean all of y’all
I’m ESPN with this rappin’ shit, check my stats on how I ball
My elevator goin’ up, I’m never slowin’ up
‘Cause they gonna need a little more than lean
‘Cause I’m never givin’ up
I focused like I’m on some adderall
I got no review and no brakes, and I’m runnin’ out of patience

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Henry]
Look at all this blood on my hands
Look at all these hands on my plate
Niggas that say that they real
They be the first ones to hate
Look at all the shit in my life
Did a lot of dirt to get stripes
But at the end of that night
Still need more than sacrifice
I’m the solo Orlando
Quartez [?] my family
We still goin’ commando, any business gets handled
Once the picture is painted, ain’t no way we can swerve
Get out what we put in, everything we deserve
Feelin’ good, feelin’ great, flights in and out of state
Must be in my DNA, the way I keep this shit straight
Fist full everyday, clips fool everyday
For whoever wanna play, boy I’m bustin’ out the gate

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Uh, kinda like a Friday I feel
Kinda like a highway I feel, yeah
Hard white like a coke deal
Rollin’ with a spoke on the front wheel
Hardly in the wind, I’m tuned in
Let the grips underneath my rings, my teeth bling
Permanent pirate, slum to the dirt
Crown me king, imperial poet
Lace my bud with LSD
Picture me floatin’ at 16
Play with the ouija board ’til the Devil lost his focus
Mental wars, built me up
Veteran soldier, pistol totin’
Sharp as a sickle, drippin’, broken
Wish you would, I ain’t hopin’
Like a creek to an ocean eventually connects
I found my way into that wave and rode it with respect
Now some of these country boys are rappin’, but have no intellect
No introspective on the genre, just out there for that check
But fuck the world, I’m no lie detector
And if you’re conscious does not affect ya
[?] find investors
Monetize the lies you perfected
That’s a slippery slope to no end
But hey, that’s the way it goes then
After the show they close in
When you’re burning the wick at both ends

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Outro]
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah




Sheck Wes – WESPN Lyrics




[Verse 1]
Mudboy
Bitch
E-S, E-S, ESPN
They don’t like my rap style (Nah)
Now they want features (Nah)
I turned all my doubters, into my believers (Sheck Wes)
Arguin’ my damn ma (Fuck)
Fightin’ with my teachers (Bitch)
Skip my game for the fashion show (For the show)
One of my best decisions (Facts)
Backwood addiction (I got it)
I got a Backwood addiction
Ain’t the THC, that’s facts, non-fiction
Or is this shit fiction?
But remember in school, I ain’t pay attention
In school, I ain’t pay attention

[Chorus]
I watched E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him (Yeah)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S

[Verse 2]
Goin’ through a damn phase (Through a phase)
Goin’ through a damn change (Cosmos)
Goin’ through my damn passport (Passport)
I been goin’ through these damn pages
Smokin ‘on matter
Hoes sniffing on powder (Sniff, sniff)
The money bring the power
But the money bring you problems, so when..
You niggas can stuck, don’t call
Please don’t call, don’t call Sheck, Wes no more
Cause I ain’t pickin’ up my mothafuckin’ phone (Bitch)

[Refrain]
Do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the motherfuckin’ dough

[Chorus]
E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN
W-E-S, E-S (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
They just want the turnt shit (Turn up, bitch)
They don’t like the sad music (Nigga, burn up)
Sheck Wes been in a sad state (A sad state)
You ain’t never had to do shit, huh? (Never)
You ain’t never had to (Fuck) go through shit (Bitch)
You ain’t ever have to (Fuck) go and shoot shit (Never)
You ain’t never had to (What?) go and shoot shit
‘Cause you ain’t never had to go through shit
You ain’t, you ain’t never had to

[Refrain]
That’s, that’s why do not disturb, put it on the phone
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
Please do not call my phone
If you ain’t talking about the motherfuckin’ dough (Bitch)

[Outro]
ESPN, we fuck with him
W-E-S, E-S, ESPN (Kyrie)
W-E-S, E-S, we don’t need top ten (Yeah, bitch)
Do not disturb, put it on my phone
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more (Bitch)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
No more, I ain’t pickin’ up your calls no more
W-E-S, E-S
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)
(Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I’ve been ballin’ like)


Young Lito – I Love This Game (In Due Time Album)


[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Young fly nigga, foreign car whipper
Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her
Balling, I should be on ESPN
Instead I’m in the suite with a lesbian
I love the homies but me and money, best of friends
Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in
Plus I still got the grip on me, I don’t slip homie
Take your life, leave your kids and your bitch lonely
On my job, putting it on for the squad
Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob
Whatever you want, baby girl it ain’t a problem
You see a nigga living large, Lito

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes
I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs
Now I’m pushing whips you see at the expos
Haters talk slick ’til they get exposed
I’m a young, lit nigga, call me killa yeah
Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there
Neck blinging, niggas scared, got bullets they could share
Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito nigga yeah

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 3: Troy Ave ]
Out in Arizona all my Spanish bitch balling
Fucking with some other birds on my dirty phone
Multitask, I get multi-cash
Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo’ top gas
240 on my latest, I got multi-dash
Boys that I floss and they all so fast
Getting neck in ’em, I got bow tie swag
But its more than suitable to put you niggas in the grass

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now


Nicki Minaj – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics


[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Verse 2]
TBA

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Bridge]
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

[Hook]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Post-Hook]
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it


NICKI MINAJ – Ain’t Gone Do It lyrics


Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’ma need some fresh air, bitch

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it


CJ Fly – Get It Done Lyrics


[Intro]
You niggas got me fucked up
You niggas got it fucked up
You niggas got it fucked up
Fly!

[Verse 1]
Eyes all red it don’t matter though
Kitty catapult put a cat on pole
Had defense but never guard the ho
Ain’t it green still eatin’ at your artichoke
Drivin the whips that you outta know
Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m on the road
And the whitties that be with me they be on ya ball
Plus the pot that I got it ain’t on ya stove
And it ain’t in ya kitchen
Mindstate of a [?] and I’m making a killin’
Though I’m makin a livin’
Turkeys to my city so it’s thanks that I’m givin’
[?]
Bunch of niggas with me like a civil rights sit in
I’m great with advice but just bad with decisions

[Hook 1] (x2)
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Gotta make myself my own plate
There ain’t a task I had that I ain’t never complete
And I’m doin pretty good so who am I to complain
That’s why I’m sayin

[Break] (x4)
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
G-g-g-g

[Beat Change]

[Break]
G-g-g-g
G-g-g-g
G-g-g-g
G-g-g-g
Fly!
G-g-g-g

[Hook 2: Devontée]
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
My hood holdin me to get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
Get it done
My hood holdin me to get it done

[Verse 2: Devontée]
I had to get me some
Ballin’ out like ESPN
Timb’s tan like they was in the sun
With my woes we’ll never run, no
You could tell I’m gone
Remember when I had a telephone
Text message say my minutes done
Tell em all they can’t tell us nothin’ no mo’
Now my plan’s unlimited, tryna’ get my grams unlimited
I gotta peel off of livin’ this
So ya’ll know what my limit is
All I need is some dividends
Woah!
So my mind like a militant
I know the plug for the middle man
Got ‘Bare Tings’ but they know I ain’t a middle man
They know I get it done and I get it in
Woah

[Outro] (x28)
Get it done


Young Lito – I Love This Game (In Due Time Mixtape)


[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Young fly nigga, foreign car whipper
Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her
Balling, I should be on ESPN
Instead I’m in the suite with a lesbian
I love the homies but me and money, best of friends
Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in
Plus I still got the grip on me, I don’t slip homie
Take your life, leave your kids and your bitch lonely
On my job, putting it on for the squad
Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob
Whatever you want, baby girl it ain’t a problem
You see a nigga living large, Lito

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes
I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs
Now I’m pushing whips you see at the expos
Haters talk slick ’til they get exposed
I’m a young, lit nigga, call me killa yeah
Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there
Neck blinging, niggas scared, got bullets they could share
Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito nigga yeah

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 3: Troy Ave ]
Out in Arizona all my Spanish bitch balling
Fucking with some other birds on my dirty phone
Multitask, I get multi-cash
Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo’ top gas
240 on my latest, I got multi-dash
Boys that I floss and they all so fast
Getting neck in ’em, I got bow tie swag
But its more than suitable to put you niggas in the grass

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now


Jay-Z – Oh My God


Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of
Joy of boys, smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision, but he would soon become a mogul but
First he brought that crack back like a yo-yo though
Don’t play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me, its all good
I’m buying things like my shit don’t stink
Gucci links and Gucci gooses, watching too many movies
Bullet proof this,
Had some nerve like pulling toothes
When you 16, coming through roofless
Yea ya boy ruthless
Like ice cube was
Turn the whole city on I’m the new plug
So if this is ya first time hearing this
You about to experience
Someone so cold
A journey, seldom seamed the american dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me hov

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now I’m knee deep in the concrete
Like the streets made a quicksand that?s beyond deep
I got a chemical romance, two left feet
So now I dance with the devil please G.O.D.
Save me from the black parade, release me
My life like grand theft auto PSP
I’m in the Volvo, puffin on the lala
Ducking from the popo
Every time I drive by, say hi to the bad guy
All my mama friends be like,
Would you just look at him"
So sorry dear mama for your embarrassment
But give me a couple years pray ill never sin again
Got all these rapper dealers, trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don’t know how prepared for them I am (I am)
I’m feeling like the worlds against me, lord
Call me crazy but strangely I love the odds

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now these baby ballers, toy rappers
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air balls at the basket
What you call money, I pay more in taxes
I got crowned king down in Africa
Out in Niger?, do you have any idea?
Sold out shows, albums his whole career
Jo-burg, Dublin, Tanzania
Lunch with Mandella, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to get water out to everybody
Everybody, fall back
Y’all rapping, I’m reenacting
CNN, you see it’s accurate
ESPN, See me in action
Monday nights, when the half is
When you 10 years in, holla back then

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov