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G Herbo – Who Run It




[Intro]
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT, leer or somethin’
Put Posto in the Air or somethin’
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Pharris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions, I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in various (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly and I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll clap a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do Mike Amiri’s, every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, "Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do"
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit




G Herbo – Who Run It (Freestyle)




[Intro]
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT [?] somethin’
Put Posto in the Air or somethin’
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Ferris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions and I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in furious (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly, I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll grab a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do [?], every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, "Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do"
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit


G Herbo – Who Run It Lyrics


[Intro]
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT [?] somethin’
Put five star in the Arizona
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Ferris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I’ll do ya kinda like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Whoopin’, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions and I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in furious (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly, I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll grab a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, “Gang-gang first,” you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
“Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried”
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do [?], every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, “Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do”
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit


Quality Control – She For Keeps (feat. Quavo & Nicki Minaj)


[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say, "Damn baby, you bad," I say, "I commit murders"
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gayle
I’m me, when will these girls ever see?
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Ki-ki, ki-ki

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)


QUAVO – She For Keeps lyrics


[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say, “Damn baby, you bad,” I say, “I commit murders”
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches f*ck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t f*ckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)


Quavo & Nicki Minaj – She For Keeps


[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? somebody tell

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say damn baby you bad, I say I commit murders
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis?
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gail
I’m Nicki, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Key-key, key-key

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)


Future and Young Thug – Real Love Lyrics



(Intro: Future)
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

(Pre-Chorus: Young Thug)
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keypad, no key to my doors
And we made love!

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future)
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
Show me the love to my friends b*tch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the rich
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f**ked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter, jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my ni**a tell it
Up a hundred mil !
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant and I took off the veneers
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the Kel-tec, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

(Interlude: Future)
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Verse 2: Future)
I don’t give a f**k about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk ni**a, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I didn’t measured it so I’m higher than Aladdin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GT and fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Outro: Future)
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love


Malcolm – Ninho paroles


Paroles Ninhi – Malcolm

3 grammes, 3 clopes, je vais peut-être mourir comme Malcolm
Phillipp Plein, René Lacoste, nous feront tomber dans la drogue
Je n’oublie pas mais je pardonne
Méfiant, mafieux comme Al Capone
Et les derniers seront les premiers quand ils pourront tricher
Dans le quartier c’est trop miné, on se retrouve au Q.G
T’es qu’une baltringue donc si tu le fais c’est que t’es obligé
Avec barrage dans le GT je suis comme dans la fusée
Fumée grise, poumons noirs, je perds des milliers de neurones
Je maîtrise tu sais de quoi je parle, je suis dans la street pour des euros
On fera des malheureux et des heureux, des malheureux et des heureux
On est pas des chanceux, l’avenir appartient aux plus désireux.

Je suis pas trop là, je les laisse entre eux
Me demande pas pourquoi, je répondrai parce que
Ils parlent de moi quand t’es avec eux
Quand je suis avec eux, ils parlent de toi les envieux
Beaucoup de “on m’a dit”, beaucoup d’à-ce qui paraît
Très peu de tentatives mais beaucoup de simagrées
Il paraît que le temps passe vite, je peux pas réfléchir après
Je dois réfléchir tout de suite, je réponds quand le bif m’appelle.

Et deux billets de 500 brisent une amitié parce que ton ami veut plus que la moitié
Quand j’avais pas ce métier, dis moi où vous étiez? versuri-lyrics.info
Tout ce que je retiens c’est que quand t’es bien ils te boufferont les pieds
Il n’y a que les miens qui profitent de mes gains, dis à ta petite sœur de se rhabiller
Demande à l’assoc’ de Sevran-Beaudottes, Beaucoup de paroles très peu d’actes
La rue me rend autodidacte, je crois que j’étais le meilleur candidat
Y a des choses qu’on dit, y a des choses qu’on dit ap’
Au pays du bleu blanc rouge j’arrive en noir c’est un handicap
J’ai promis à l’équipe que j’abandonnerai ap’, que je reviendrai avec des cadeaux dans la hotte
La télé, les hits et la côte, si tu savais comment j’avais hâte
Quand j’étais môme, aujourd’hui c’est plus la même
Faut du bif pour le loyer de ma mère surtout pas pour ces connes qui font des manières.

Je suis pas trop là, je les laisse entre eux
Me demande pas pourquoi, je répondrai parce que
Ils parlent de moi quand t’es avec eux
Quand je suis avec eux, ils parlent de toi les envieux
Beaucoup de “on m’a dit”, beaucoup d’à-ce qui paraît
Très peu de tentatives mais beaucoup de simagrées
Il paraît que le temps passe vite, je peux pas réfléchir après
Je dois réfléchir tout de suite, je réponds quand le bif m’appelleee.(malcolm)
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