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Lil Baby – Boss Bitch lyrics




(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I made a hunnid in two days, neighbour trippin’ cause I keep the door swangin’
I drop a mixtape today, they gon’ be thinking I got me a ghostwriter
AMG on the floor like a low rider
Having rich arguments my whole problem
Running money up I don’t see nobody
Buying lawyers for both of the [?]
Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week
Me and my diamonds all on pee, point
Ask about me [?]
Hit the bitch Curry, three-point
I can’t hit them all so I Pikachu
I don’t text ’em I just stick and move
Fresh pair of Loubs

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Forty pointers that’s a waffle cart
Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam
Drip, dripping like that it’s the shower on
Them ain’t real, them diamonds are rhinestones
I’m straight I got the iron now
Too many hoes bought another phone
I apologise, AP honeycomb
Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on
Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal
Trapper of the year I need a gold medal
You know the water make the pussy get wetter
Ooh, can’t name a nigga that do it better
I got too many hoes like I’m Hugh Hefner
Different foreign bitches, I’ma put ’em together
Yeah they know I’m a trendsetter

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick




Gunna – Oh Okay (feat. Young Thug & Lil Baby)




[Intro]
Run that back Turbo
Playmakers

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Hey, pinstripe Gucci my pants
She can suck dick with no hands
I done spent some racks on my fam
Spaceship on land, Fear of God Vans
Another painted red, drank to the head
Got two styrofoams, yeah, I’m sippin’ these meds
Two tone Prezi Rolex, yeah this drip you can’t catch
Simon says do what I said, Cuban link chokin’ my neck
YSL Uber these jets, put ’em in some VVS

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
Pateks on Pateks on Pateks on Pateks (oh-okay)
Run up a check and I’m fuckin’ the baddest
Jump out the coupe and I’m living so lavish
R.I.P. Hugh Hefner, he like my daddy
I got some VVS’s on my neck and my ears they real, dog
I done stayed down and I ran up the money, I got me an M now
S-L-I-M-E a slime, I say that shit every time
I got some rickety rackades
Running through bitches like Backpage
I’m going number one this year
Ride on this bitch, I’m in sixth gear
I’m on a jet, ain’t got no fear
Do all my dirt when it’s raining
Wash away all the evidence
I got some chains and they tennis
Ride a Wraith like it’s rented
I rock Givenchy, the vintage
Trap up the bando relentless
I triple-double the record
Put the draco in my trench, yeah
I rob your ho for the lint, yeah
I triple-double the year, yeah
I put her coupe on my bill, yeah
I pay some shit, a whole mil
I did this shit with no deal
Dropped out of school, bought a building
I killed the coupe, dropped the ceiling
Cop a Bugatti out of there
I got on white, I can’t kneel
Pour out the pint, watch it spill, yeah
My lawyer bribe still, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time


Trinidad James – Daddy Dick (feat. Bankroll Fresh)


[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
I wanna give her the daddy dick
I wanna make her feel special
One hand, I give her I give her the daddy dick
Two hands, I’m giving her extra
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
You bend her over, get a heart attack
I bend her over, and handle that
I put the hoe in the ambulance
Hit that pussy, do the hammer dance
Somebody get me a cameraman
Somebody get me a UBER!
All these hoes gotta go
I got some more I’m recruiting

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
Hit the hoe with that dick
We smokin’, fuck, that was it
I didn’t even spend the night
Been cooking fish ‘n grits
I made her buy me a fit
I made her buy me some kicks
She trippin’, she jump through a fit
I hit her with the Daddy Dick
That lil’ hoe thank she so special
That lil’ hoe actin’ so extra
I’m in this bitch spending extras
My pockets on Nutty Professor
I’m pimpin these hoes like Hugh Hefner
I did a 1 8 in the Tesla
You loving these hoes, you a failure
I call your homeboy and I tell him I put…

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Outro: Trinidad James]
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
FATHER FIGURE!


Uncle Murda – Thot (feat. Young M.A & Dios Moreno)


[Intro: Dios Moreno]
Yeah
I mean, I don’t know what to think
I guess

[Hook: Dios Moreno]
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
God damn, I used to like you
That pussy was tight too
Can’t believe I almost wifed you
Found out you was a thot too
What you gotta be a thot for
What you gotta be a thot for
In you, I see a lot more
What you gotta be a thot for
Damn, girl

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Before I took her out, I ain’t know who she was
She knew all them niggas poppin’ bottles in the club
Ain’t wanna believe it, I was in denial
Ain’t had no good box like that in a while
Was damn near payin’ all her bills
I was keepin’ it all the way real
You know I’m tellin’ the truth, I’m sippin’ that Henny
She ain’t call me Murda, let her call me Lenny
Wifey material, she not it
Can’t believe I had my kids around that thot bitch
Gotta do better, should’ve knew better
Now I got a bunch’ve broads like Hugh Hefner

[Hook: Dios Moreno]
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
God damn, I used to like you
That pussy was tight too
Can’t believe I almost wifed you
Found out you was a thot too
What you gotta be a thot for
What you gotta be a thot for
In you, I see a lot more
What you gotta be a thot for
Damn, girl

[Verse 2: Young M.A]
Every time I see you, I get a bad vibe
Just thinkin’ that someone else in between your thighs
Like, damn, why you gotta be a thottie
My man said he caught the neck right there in the lobby
And I was gonna wife this bitch
Went from "I love you" to "I don’t even like this bitch"
I was tryna turn a ho into a house wife
At first, I was tryna see what that mouth like
And I gave you the best of me
Now shawty dead to me
Thought she was the one, she turned out to be a Headphanie

[Hook: Dios Moreno]
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
God damn, I used to like you
That pussy was tight too
Can’t believe I almost wifed you
Found out you was a thot too
What you gotta be a thot for
What you gotta be a thot for
In you, I see a lot more
What you gotta be a thot for
Damn, girl


Know me – Gucci Mane feat. Law lyrics


Lyrics Gucci Mane – Know me

Know me!
It’s Gucci!

Like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know me.

I ain’t LA reek
But this dope is epic
This ain’t LA weed
This shit came from Texas
My whip game fast and furious
Pack gone in 60 seconds
My jewelry whirlpooling
It broke a world record
Say I’m a heart throb
She’ll make a girl record
Don’t turn that door knob
Might see your girl naked
I think I’m David Beckham
In them low top Giuseppes
I’m Gucci Westbrook
They don’t know how to check em
You know a .. niggas
But I need the lion’s share
Standing over Versace sofas
Call it the lion chair
Say what you say, shorty
Gucci don’t play, shorty
Got all this ice on
And it’s a day party.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

World stars for your television
They know I’m popping paparazzi with me
Hugh Hefner that’s 100 bitches
Good life I ain’t ever switching
Yeah, counting money with the Cubans
Your old bitch, went and used her
Your new bitch, still a groupie
Say she f*cking with a movement
This type of sauce I’m cooking in the kitchen
I got some 90s on me, I’m drippin’
Bring that to the table then you leash it
I had to cross them over, they was reaching
This shit was made for the money, Prada
That bag you talking about, went and got it
That nigga, touchdown, took a few losses
Like a quarterback with no watchers.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meeeee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
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