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Summrs – Heat Of The Moment Lyrics (feat. Tyfontaine)


[Intro]
(You never forget me)
When you-when you start you know what I’m saying I don’t gotta-
Yeah, no
So don’t sit here and be like oh (You never showed up me)
“He supposed to be my baby” and this, this and that and then told you were gonna come back to me ’cause c’mon bruh, you could-you could say all the shit in the world but if you not living no life-

[Chorus: Summrs]
I just did pills with two model bitches and they thick as f*ck
You could be living yo’ best live with me, bae, let’s get rich as f*ck
Don’t try to play me like no lame, bitch, I’m up as f*ck
Had to cut off my ex bitch and I told that bitch, “Go live it up”
Pеrcocets, Xanax, molly boy we litty, litty
Told that bitch, she ain’t got anothеr nigga when I’m in the city
If we on the same page, it’s litty
I done touched a hunnid bands, I’m not kidding
What we do is not they business
Don’t stop girl, please just finish

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Yeah, don’t stop it girl keep, keep goin’
I was down bad, I kept goin’
Skin care, your face be glowin’
Got some ass on you then throw it
Got a sealed up pint then pour it
Wanna see the list out of you, bitch show it
Her and her friends be sippin’ Cîroc until they drunk as f*ck and they go both ways
I feel like I been showing you too much love and now I’m goin’ back to my old ways

[Verse 2: TyFontaine]
I’ve been showin’ too much love, you gotta go
I’ve been hiding things that you wanna know
Take it to the grave, you’ll never know
Where we keep the bodies, it will never show
Where we keep the racks, all up in the fold
Where we keep the pot of motherf*cking gold

Ooh, stay on my leprechaun
Baby I waited and waited [?]
Got a drop of the Wock’, was a drop of the Wock’
She want a nigga that stay at the top
She want a nigga that give her the drugs
It’s classified information, you don’t need to know this
We been moving A-list, you don’t even notice
I’m changing my bitch’s scene ’til she don’t even know this
I wanna cop a new Patek Philippe like I don’t even note it

[Chorus: Summrs]
I just did pills with two model bitches and they thick as f*ck (And they thick as f*ck)
You could be living yo’ best live with me, bae, let’s get rich as f*ck
Don’t try to play me like no lame, bitch, I’m up as f*ck (Up as f*ck)
Had to cut off my ex bitch and I told that bitch, “Go live it up” (Live it up)
Percs, Xans, molly, litty (Lit)
Had to tell that lil’ bitch, she a slut when I’m in the city (I’m in the city)
If we on the same page, it’s litty
Seen over a hunnid bands, I’m not kidding (No kidding)
What we do is not they business
Don’t stop girl, please just finish

[Verse 3: Summrs]
Slide on you in a GLE with the tinted windows and the red seats
You gon’ f*ck on that lil’ lame nigga then come right back to me
I went iced out my neck, my wrist, put carats in my teeth
He ain’t splurged over twenty racks at Saks, don’t compare that boy to me
Took a vibe and I got a flight and I flew the bitch overseas
In the high rise, livin’ the high life, I got too much money on me
I was sipping last night, saw the bitch in my dreams
(Saw the bitch in my dreams)


Lil’ Yachty – Concrete Goonies Lyrics


[Intro]
I just seen a bitch in a car with the fake ceilin'
It's fake stars in that shit (Enrgy made this one)
That is not a Rolls Royce, bitch, that's still a GLE
That's eighty thousand, my truck is four eighty

[Verse]
It's crazy but it's true, the diamonds look blue (It's a big difference)
Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout puttin' my dick inside Kali Uchis (Bitch)
Asked a lot and turns out my bitch ex was a big doofus (Mm)
I might be on the mall or the corner tryna bang coochies
These bitches bodies fake as they bags, that's not Gucci (Stop it)
I f*cked and didn't pay the bitch shit, nigga, go and sue me (Well, damn)
My hair black but I'm still red, this is not a new me (Brrt)
I walk up and bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie
Run the bitch down on my gang, now that ho a smoothie (Mm, yes)
I ain't tell that ho to drink wine, that's your favorite woozy (Us)
If I don't f*ck, then I don't got time, send her to the boonies (Go)
Me and my niggas reckless as hell, concrete goonies (Us)
Yeah (Bitch), niggas know it us (Slatt)
That's why they mean muggin' in public 'cause they ho with us (Mm)
Send a bad bitch to the store to get some more for us (Mm)

Get her off a bean and I ask if she gon' go for us (Damn)
Her nigga pulled up in a small forty, Sefolosha, huh (Hoo)
Where is my jeweler? (Go)
Two million in cash, I ain't broke, I'ma say I'm somethin' cooler (Yeah)
Cooler than her ex-boyfriend flexin' his mula (Ice)
High school, lil' nigga been lit, almost f*cked my tutor
Hm, well I prolly had good (For real)
Seventh grade, I used to put weed inside a Swisher and Woods (Ooh)
And I don't smoke no more, just get money for my Asian bitch (Mm)
She brings me overseas, just and I trade the bitch (Mm)
She tried to text too much, almost fade the bitch (What?)
She tried to text too much, I'ma mm, goo-goo
(Mm, hahaha, go, yeah) Went inside her shit
[?], then the M flew inside my bitch (Mm)
Team player, might buy the state fair, these niggas know it's us (Yeah)
I don't like how everybody player hate and on ho and us (Us)
And we out here, Concrete, doin' it (Us)
They ain't tryna f*ck, kick her out, send her to the boonies (Boom)
Woke up, bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie (Mm)
My hair black, we still bang red, this is not the new me
[Outro]
Bitch
Mm, mm, mm


Lil Yachty – Concrete Goonies Lyrics


[Intro]
I just seen a bitch in a car with the fake ceilin’
It’s fake stars in that shit (Enrgy made this one)
That is not a Rolls Royce, bitch, that’s still a GLE
That’s eighty thousand, my truck is four eighty

[Verse]
It’s crazy but it’s true, the diamonds look blue (It’s a big difference)
Lately, I been thinkin’ ’bout puttin’ my dick inside Kali Uchis (Bitch)
Asked a lot and turns out my bitch ex was a big doofus (Mm)
I might be on the mall or the corner tryna bang coochies
These bitches bodies fake as they bags, that’s not Gucci (Stop it)
I fucked and didn’t pay the bitch shit, nigga, go and sue me (Well, damn)
My hair black but I’m still red, this is not a new me (Brrt)
I walk up and bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie
Run the bitch down on my gang, now that ho a smoothie (Mm, yes)
I ain’t tell that ho to drink wine, that’s your favorite woozy (Us)
If I don’t fuck, then I don’t got time, send her to the boonies (Go)
Me and my niggas reckless as hell, concrete goonies (Us)
Yeah (Bitch), niggas know it us (Slatt)
That’s why they mean muggin’ in public ’cause they ho with us (Mm)
Send a bad bitch to the store to get some more for us (Mm)
Get her off a bean and I ask if she gon’ go for us (Damn)
Her nigga pulled up in a small forty, Sefolosha, huh (Hoo)
Where is my jeweler? (Go)
Two million in cash, I ain’t broke, I’ma say I’m somethin’ cooler (Yeah)
Cooler than her ex-boyfriend flexin’ his mula (Ice)
High school, lil’ nigga been lit, almost fucked my tutor
Hm, well I prolly had good (For real)
Seventh grade, I used to put weed inside a Swisher and Woods (Ooh)
And I don’t smoke no more, just get money for my Asian bitch (Mm)
She brings me overseas, just and I trade the bitch (Mm)
She tried to text too much, almost fade the bitch (What?)
She tried to text too much, I’ma mm, goo-goo
(Mm, hahaha, go, yeah) Went inside her shit
[?], then the M flew inside my bitch (Mm)
Team player, might buy the state fair, these niggas know it’s us (Yeah)
I don’t like how everybody player hate and on ho and us (Us)
And we out here, Concrete, doin’ it (Us)
They ain’t tryna fuck, kick her out, send her to the boonies (Boom)
Woke up, bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie (Mm)
My hair black, we still bang red, this is not the new me

[Outro]
Bitch
Mm, mm, mm


2 Chainz – Whip Lyrics


[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
They really wanna keep us outside
‘Cause you know we go way too live

[Refrain: Travis Scott]
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under (Yeah)
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Sell a bird, KFC (Bird)
And it was twenty LLC’s (Yeah)
Election play, who played me? (Me)
Just made a mil’ like Meek (Alright)
Pick a side, no in-between
Roll an L with the winning team
She a king like Billie Jean (Billie)
I want smoke, yeah, nicotine (Smoke)
Is you finer than Fashion Nova?
I wanna really see what’s in them jeans
Is that a lacefront real hair extension, or it’s just a quick weave? (What?)
I’m ’bout the S with the lines through ’em
Partition with the blind’s pool
Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon’ sign to ’em
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Back at it again, whippin’ again, once again, yeah (Yeah)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I’m the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin’ your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside (Outside)
‘Cause you know we go way too live (Too live)
Too turnt up for your club (Too turnt up)
4AM, ain’t fucked up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
GLE, 63 Benz
Yeah, it really depends (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m covered, I’m drenched
Wet floor signs, hope you don’t slip (Slip)
Yeah, my homie a Crip (Woo)
Seafood and you is a shrimp (Damn)
Money tall, you gon’ need stilts (Tall)
Rap or Go to the League blimp, uh
Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah (Out of here)
She do whatever I want, yeah
I had the Maybach for five years
I still never sat in the front, yeah
I bought her designer, lil’ mama, I’m proud of her
She got a body, pick her out a lineup
She ever leave me, I’m comin’ to find her
Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Back at it again, whippin’ again, once again, yeah (Whip it, whip)
Out on the East, park up the Benz, I’m the same, yeah (Yeah)
Skrrt off the block, hittin’ your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand (Do it, do it)
While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
They really wanna keep us outside
‘Cause you know we go way too live (Yeah)
Too turnt up for your club
4AM, ain’t fucked up (Yeah)

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under
Whippin’ again, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ again, yeah
Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain’t go dumb, I went dumber
When it go down, don’t go under




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