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The Underachievers – Head Right




[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
Got the weight up on my shoulders
Play no games like no controllers
Got your bitch inside the rover
Blowing dope she like mimosas
Say your prayers to my poster
On her knees and fat
We call that the Colin Kap
Hit the fade and count the pack
Laughing at the message that you sent like
"Baby call me back!"
Look at where we started at
Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
See me I be global
Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through
Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
Let that trippy shit confuse you
All my hitters for the shaking
Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
Nigga [?]

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Medicated hella faded don’t take L’s I just inhale it
Straight from hell I burn the pavement
Got your girl I might replace you
For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
Power pole extend
No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
I’m riding through my lands
Passenger god is from the gram
You probably a fan
Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
It’s like [?]
Down to pull my life out for these bands
You call it a trance
And challenge my niggas high-caliber
Couple of savages due to their habitat
Niggas be actors but not with their action
Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
Ain’t no more momentum headed to me
Got the passion on me and the man in my [?]
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right




Evander Griiim – Right Now (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)




[Intro: Gucci Mane]
What’s happenin’?
Griiim
(burr burr)
And Gucci!

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

[Verse 1: Evander Griiim]
Niggas try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Nigga you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snorin’
Little nigga I’m the GOAT, ’bout to trip it
Eski-eski-eskimo, I’m so cold
Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
On froze, nigga gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Poppin’ pussy, nigga woah, with my gold
Nigga tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Poppin’ pussy with my thumb, with my thumb, right
Right now
Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
All I wanted was a ten and a four
All I get it for the low, for the low
Hit that nigga, I’m the plug, right now
Send that nigga with the bugs, right now
All my bitches kiss bitches, and they wealthy
And they suckin’ for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh shit, hot shit, I’m that nigga since
Eighth grade, poppin’ shit in the hallways
Yellin’ dope, hella dope, this the new me
Suckin’, signing, double D’s, overseas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
But I just want a good suck up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclinin’
Blinding with expensive diamonds
Rolex with exquisite timing
Dining on exotic islands
Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
Got to eat up all this flavor
My lean eating up my stomach lining
I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
Got a lil young ho that hittin’ it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
Right now


Ace Hood – X


[Verse]
Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
Follow my lead and I show you the way
I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
Real nigga shit we can never relate
People are not who they seem to portray
Look in my eyes look in my soul
You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
I know the difference to friend and a foe
You know the way I’ma play them up close
Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
One for the people who counted me out
Give them a piece of the beast of the south
I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
I came to see what the hype is about
Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
I’m going hard as the pavement
Wait on the day when the wave hit
When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
We had that suite on the ninth floor
Living the vision we prayed for

[Outro/Hook]
Ooo
Hope this hold you over to my next shit
I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
That’s right put me on some other shit
I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
I can’t even lie she help me elevate
I feel so alive after I meditate
Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement


Ace Hood – X Lyrics


[Verse]
Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
Follow my lead and I show you the way
I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
Real nigga shit we can never relate
People are not who they seem to portray
Look in my eyes look in my soul
You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
I know the difference to friend and a foe
You know the way I’ma play them up close
Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
One for the people who counted me out
Give them a piece of the beast of the south
I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
I came to see what the hype is about
Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
I’m going hard as the pavement
Wait on the day when the wave hit
When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
We had that suite on the ninth floor
Living the vision we prayed for

[Outro/Hook]
Ooo
Hope this hold you over to my next shit
I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
That’s right put me on some other shit
I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
I can’t even lie she help me elevate
I feel so alive after I meditate
Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement


Gucci Mane – I Told You Lyrics

November 2, 2016

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[Intro]
Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
Finally, this is the finale
It’s Gucci
Yeah, yeah, GOAT

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
My chick is a dime piece
I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Now tell me the problem now
I cut that head like a barber now
They told me them boys are now
I’ma pull up on your war right now
The cops know we mobbing now
I’ma go end what you started now
We used to be dead broke
Now we gon’ do it real larger now
You know I’ma vet it
Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
They told and you let ’em
These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
My gold from Brazil
I got my shit out of treasure, ay
You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr, aha, it’s Gucci


Gucci Mane – I Told You (feat. Young Thug) letras

November 2, 2016

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[Intro]
Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
Finally, this is the finale
It’s Gucci
Yeah, yeah, GOAT

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
My chick is a dime piece
I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Now tell me the problem now
I cut that head like a barber now
They told me them boys are now
I’ma pull up on your war right now
The cops know we mobbing now
I’ma go end what you started now
We used to be dead broke
Now we gon’ do it real larger now
You know I’ma vet it
Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
They told and you let ’em
These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
My gold from Brazil
I got my shit out of treasure, ay
You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr, aha, it’s Gucci


Gucci Mane – I Told You

November 2, 2016

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[Intro]
Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
Finally, this is the finale
It’s Gucci
Yeah, yeah, GOAT

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
My chick is a dime piece
I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot
[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Now tell me the problem now
I cut that head like a barber now
They told me them boys are now
I’ma pull up on your war right now
The cops know we mobbing now
I’ma go end what you started now
We used to be dead broke
Now we gon’ do it real larger now
You know I’ma vet it
Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
They told and you let ’em
These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
My gold from Brazil
I got my shit out of treasure, ay
You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr, aha, it’s Gucci


Wale – Brightseat Road Freestyle (Priorities 5 Album) letras

October 20, 2016

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[Intro]
Yeah, turn me up some more
Uh, yeah, yeah
Wale, though
All day, though, uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
My mind thinks at a light speed
Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don’t like me
I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme
When all them OGs was wearin’ them white jeans
A sidekick and a dime piece
That’s the recipe for everything I would need
And would you ever think that bust’ from north east
My luck would go up and the greatest rapper will sign me
Shawn Carter, the product 5 of a lot of artists
Seen a Future in a nigga like Desiigner product
Tryna modify the fuckin’ top 5, home
Get a lil chicken while the fuckin’ sky fallin’
Sky fallin’, sky fallin’
I’m left out of top 5s, it’s cool I write for ’em
Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters
And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it
GOAT with the POEM
Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn
All I see, a bunch of D riders
We gots to call out people who don’t be dope for shit
Never seen dope or nothin’
They think they special, but I think they bluffin’
My plane is comin’, my J 11’s
What Mic could say that Wale so redundant
You know a concords?
Aw forget it, they ain’t on board
I’m still goin’, concord on board
Michael Jordan, aw screw it
The mob moves at a lightspeed
I like brown skin bitches and Nikes
Hate clown ass niggas
Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat
Road Road Road Road
Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost


DJ Mustard – Know My Name (feat. Rich The Kid & Rj) (Cold Summer Album) letras

October 4, 2016

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[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Bitch you know my name, bitch you know my name
Bitch I’m rich forever, put that on my chain
Got these haters mad, we got plenty cash
And all them hoes put the money in a paper bag
Now these haters too salty
Do the math, mourine, that’s a ten piece
Woke up with a bank on a new day
Last night dreaming ’bout a new Wraith
Don’t she know me? I’m the GOAT like Kobe
I got that check and call the jeweler told him freeze me
Word around town that I made it
Two freaks, one coupe going crazy
I did broke that bitch bed now she stalking me
Mommy told me more money, more enemies
Had to learn that
Bring your girl around me, get your bitch snatched
[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper

[Verse 2: RJ]
I ain’t lying, ayy
I ain’t lying, ayy
I ain’t lying
Got them eyeing my designs from the side
Side eyeing all these dogs from behind
Throw a bundle in her girdle, make her hunch over, ayy
All these rush for it
I’m a boss, she gon’ work for it
She’s the one who hold you down from the first floor, ayy
Started from the ground, I’m a vert boy, ayy
Slap them rims on it, make them work for it, ayy
Spent about a hunnid on the shirt for it
This that type a verse with a hayayaya
Goyard on my waist
Fell out of love, then I jumped in that Wraith
Slid in that at the club with my drum on display
From my gums to my range, bust down like a layover

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Gotta stay one hunnid, I can’t change up
Bitches wanna fuck me ’cause I’m famous
Tell your bitch to leave her face painted
She put her number in my phone but I ain’t save it
Girl I stay one hunnid, I can’t change up
Bitches wanna fuck me ’cause I’m famous
Tell your bitch to leave her face painted
She put her number in my phone but I ain’t save it

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper


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