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Young Thug – Slide By Lyrics




[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Met her at the Petsmart (what you did after that)
Put her in that leg lock (okay then what)
Hit it backward in a headlock (man I’m feeling sick)
Performing surgery, she my head doctor (don’t drop a dime)
I had to call her one more time (why you had to call)
I think she slime, she looking lime (tell me what you told her)
I told her, “throw it baby for me” (slow it down)
She kissing on me like she know me (ay)
She said fuck that she want the old me (the old days)
She got a few bitches for the homies (bring ’em out)
Now I’m so lonely, lo-lo-lonely (hunnid k)
Like when I hit the dentist (and she wish)
She said baby she not even finished (she not finished)
I put Fendi under my linen, nope
Tell me she don’t got time for them women
I’m eating at Five Guys, I’m a fly guy, but as much as you can slide by, ah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
As much as you could vibe by, ah
This what you would divide by, ah
We living in the sky, ah
I left her then she cried
I got as much as you can buy
I got as much as you can fly
I got as much as you can slide by me

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
These niggas small to the Thugger like they [?]
I fuck that bitch right on the floor, that cherry wood shit
I told them niggas if they scared hit that pulpit
This ain’t no hope but it’s a dare, you not doing shit (fucks)
Yeah, Snapchat me that pussy bitch
Bitch I’m the shit, on my wrist it’s a full brick
We pop it off, won’t bow down to the bitch (nah)
You can tell I’m fly by checking out my chick
If you think I’m gay, you can come check my dick (check it bitch)
If you think I’m sweet, I’ll let you take a lick (lick it bitch)
If you want that molly, I’ll give you some grits (woo)
My breath smell like some Trident, put it on your lips (ha)
I can take yo broad with my black card (black card)
These days, lotta pussy niggas act hard (act hard)
We the crazy jokers, we gon’ pull ya card (pull it)
Big ol’ pool in the backyard
We can tie some ties, if you get this shit a fly by, ah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
As much as you could vibe by, ah
This what you would divide by, ah
We living in the sky, ah
I left her then she cried
I got as much as you can buy
I got as much as you can fly
I got as much as you can slide by me




Migos – Stir Fry (On SNL) (Live)




[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (whoa)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey)
Hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (who?)
This that trap sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask)
We livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest hoes (finest), wrist froze (froze)
We can go (we can), coast to coast (coast)

[Hook: Quavo & Offset]
Watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (yeah, woo, woo, woo, roof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it) (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m petty and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls, pink diamonds, whoa
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time, yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir-fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why’s tryna take my prize?
You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ballplayers come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek, pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Hook: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)


Migos – Stir Fry


[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (whoa)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey)
Hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (who?)
This that trap sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask)
We livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest hoes (finest), wrist froze (froze)
We can go (we can), coast to coast (coast)

[Hook: Quavo & Offset]
Watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (yeah, woo, woo, woo, roof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it) (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m petty and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls, pink diamonds, whoa
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time, yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir-fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why’s tryna take my prize?
You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ballplayers come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek, pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Hook: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)


Young M.A – Walk


[Verse 1]
They was tryna get me, they was tryna get me out
Like y’all don’t know what I’m about
Y’all do it for the clout
The streets like "where you at?"
I told niggas I’m en route
I was working at the house, in the stu
Sleepin’ on the couch, tryna figure out
What my next move is
Come move with the movement
I see through you old transparent niggas
Who you guys think you foolin’?
We bhillen’ bhillen’
Pinky ring drippin’ drippin’
My necklace is jewelin’
Tre Pound got a bark
Park a nigga like amusement
No clowns over here, no haha, no amusement
Nah, nah, we ain’t losin’
Y’all got us confused with them other niggas over there
Who ‘dem? who ‘dem?
And I’m hoppin’ out the Benz
Givenchy by the lens, I ain’t come here for French
I came here to make money, save money, then I spend
M.A, where you been
Don’t you do that shit again

[Interlude]
You think I give a fuck what a hater got to say about me?
That’s exactly what they hate about me
They around me when the sun rise, when the sun shining
But where the fuck y’all was at when it was cloudy?
Fake niggas please get the hell from around me
I don’t even know why these niggas is around me
That was the same niggas that doubt me

[Verse 2]
Louis pack got me buggin’ out
Louis scarf, gotta thug it out
New chain, had to flood it out
My money never runnin’ out
Cut the check bih
Tell them hatin’ niggas cut it out
Where the light at? The blunt is out
Pour me up when my cup is out
Didn’t mean to fuck her
She had a cramp so I rubbed it out
Kick bitches out, wave bye with my rubber out
Your opinion doesn’t matter
That’s one thing I don’t give a fuck about
Dick riding, ass kissing
That’s somethin’ I know nothing ’bout
Everybody in the same lane
So I went and took the other route
Baggin’ weed in my mother house
If she knew she would cuss me out
Same black tee, same sweatpants
Oh well, had to bum it out
Young M.A this, Young M.A that
Damn nigga what the fuss about?
Now niggas just tryna figure out
When the next joint coming out
Oh, nowadays niggas want favors
But if you talk about money
Well homie then we can work somethin’ out
Louis scarf for my right side
Yeah nigga that’s the right side
Give my blood niggas high-fives, hi five
Her eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyes
Bad chick, but that don’t mean I won’t bring her ass right to Popeyes
Two piece and a thigh for you
I ain’t paying if the price high
Get money, act broke, that’s the motto I apply by
Never boujee, we on vacay, pourin’ Henny in the Mai Tai’s
Never change, I’m still the same
Drinkin’ Minute Maid with the hot fries
In the club, in V.I.P with y’all bitches and my guys
We get money, we don’t want beef
Take that beef shit to Five Guys
Start shit, got five guys with five 9’s, hit you five times
Extendos on the chopper, niggas thought we was carryin’ a tripod
Niggas like "where the hoes at?"
My bad, it’s where the thots hide
Them lame niggas there
It’s more poppin’ here on my side
Fake niggas move left, real niggas move clockwise
Blew a check at the jeweler
‘Cause I won’t wear it nigga if it’s not
Fuckin’ mine


D.R.A.M. – Cash Machine


I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
That don’t matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
Don’t you know that I got that bag
And best believe my mama straight
I sent some bands to Tatiana
And if I brought you out I’ll pay your way
I copped a second set of goldens, these ones way more colder
I’m in the sky like all the time and now it’s no layover
My records all across the wave and there was no payola
This money new, these hundreds blue, I’m talkin’ no Crayola
My credit card is a plastic bankroll
Still keep that knot cause I get guap from paid shows
Got a palace in the cut layin’ low
Talkin’ to that-
It does whatever I say so
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
That don’t matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
I used to get the coldest shoulders
But now I get the hottest ass
How I feel bout you is lukewarm
It burns you up cause I got all this cash
I’m askin’, "Where you work at
What kind of car you drive"
Beat down Accord, cashier up at Five Guys
I get thousands for the walk through inside
Night clubs, strip clubs, big bucks, yes sir that’s right
You done got left if you don’t got my new number
A rich man told me it’s a part of the come up
Remember when they used to want me to shut up
Now it’s ironic cause I only conversate with those hundreds
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is- since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
They don’t matter, all I hear is- since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in


Travi$ Scott – Oh Me Oh My (feat. Migos & G4Shi) (Days Before Birds Album) letras

October 21, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: G4SHI]
Yeah, shutdown
Oh, Shutdown

[Hook: G4SHI]
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
See them rollin’ with me, yeah they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain’t gotta lie
If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, don’t come to our side

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Oh my, oh me oh my, I know these niggas some small fries (oh my!)
Oh me, oh my, I serve a nigga like it’s Five Guys (serve ’em!)
Lil’ bitty bitch with the brown eyes (bitch!)
She cook up the dope a million times (whip!)
And it come back to me a trillion times (come on back!)
Birds singin’ just like Ginuwine
Independent, never signin’ (independent!)
Bitch I bought my own diamonds (bitch I did)
Case a nigga, move in silence (case a nigga!)
I met my plug on the island
Young nigga hot in designer (hot!)
Feds watchin’, they can’t find me
We make the birds take a shower (shower!)
Free my niggas in confinement (free my niggas!)
These niggas lookin’ like cowards
Mama said don’t fuck with you, boy you sour (mama!)
The way that I play with the white
You’d think that a nigga be cookin’ with flour ((white!))
Got a sniper in the tower
Money bring more power
I got a sniper in the tower
He been up for 24 hours

[Hook: G4SHI]
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
See them rollin’ with me, yeah they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain’t gotta lie
If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, don’t come to our side

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Come from the club around 3:30
I’ve been up in it, call James Worthy
I’ve been up, goin’ up, way up
Thinkin’ about it all day, fuck
How many more could fit in the ride?
Hit me, I’ll pull up on any side
All of my niggas on ’em
All of my bitches off ’em
Open, open up, baby
You know that I’m goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’ right now
Hundred bottles, we get poppin’ right now
Smokin’, don’t you choke on dopest right now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh me, oh my, oh me, don’t try
Won’t you come home for a ride?
We can do this for the night

[Hook: G4SHI]
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
See them rollin’ with me, yeah they ride or die
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain’t gotta lie
If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, don’t come to our side

[Bridge: Quavo]
If you not fuckin’ with us
If you not fuckin’ with us
Then say you not fuckin’ with us
We don’t wanna fuck with that fake shit
We don’t wanna fuck with that fake shit
We don’t wanna fuck with that fake shit
If you not fuckin’ with us
Then young nigga don’t even say that shit
If you not fuckin’ with us
You know that we don’t even play that shit
Then you the one we can’t trust
You’ll be the one we can’t trust
You’ll be the one we can’t trust
If you not fuckin’ with us

[Outro: G4SHI]
Test us and I guarantee we let it fly
Oh me, oh me oh my
I just shut the club down, I ain’t even try
I always tell the truth, boy, I ain’t gotta lie
If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, don’t come to our side


D.R.A.M. – Cash Machine letras

October 19, 2016

Lyrics

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I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is, since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
That don’t matter, all I hear is, since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
Don’t you know that I got that bag
And best believe my mama straight
I sent some bands to Tatiana
And if I brought you out I’ll pay your way
I copped a second set of goldens, these ones way more colder
I’m in the sky like all the time and now it’s no layover
My records all across the wave and there was no payola
This money new, these hundreds blue, I’m talkin’ no Crayola
My credit card is a plastic bankroll
Still keep that knot ’cause I get guap from paid shows
Got a palace in the cut layin’ low
Talkin’ to that
It does whatever I say so
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is, since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
That don’t matter, all I hear is, since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in
I used to get the coldest shoulders
But now I get the hottest ass
How I feel ’bout you is lukewarm
It burns you up ’cause I got all this cash
I’m askin’, “Where you work at
What kind of car you drive”
Beat down Accord, cashier up at Five Guys
I get thousands for the walk through inside
At night clubs, strip clubs, big bucks, yes sir that’s right
You done got left if you don’t got my new number
A rich man told me it’s a part of the come up
Remember when they used to want me to shut up
Now it’s ironic ’cause I only conversate with those hundreds
I ain’t talkin’ to you broke bitches I got money now
All a nigga understand is, since that check came in
Everybody’s talkin’ like a nigga actin’ funny now
They don’t matter, all I hear is, since that check came in
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
I love it when you talk to me
My cash machine, my cash machine
Since that check came in