Tag: Hugh Hefner


R. Kelly – I Admit Lyrics




[Verse 1]
I admit I done made some mistakes
And I have some imperfect ways
I admit I helped so many people
And them same damn people turned fake
I admit it was so hard to focus
I didn’t go to classes
I admit that I dropped out of school
I admit that I wasn’t that cool
I admit that I just feel like retiring
I admit that I just don’t feel like trying
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin’ me
“Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbing”
I admit it, I admit it I did
I done fucked with a couple of fans
I admit that I’m a gift and a curse
I admit that I don’t go to church

[Chorus]
I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it

[Verse 2]
I admit it I got so many flaws (yeah)
Told so many lies to these broads (too many lies)
Blew so much money, pop so many bottles, yeah I fucked a bitch just because (just because)
Nigga, I had a hell of a day, but I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mom crying over me, what else can a nigga say (uh)
I admit I can’t spell for shit
I admit that all I hear is hits (ohh)
I admit that I couldn’t read the teleprompter
When the Grammy’s asked me to present (yeah)
I admit that I love God but wait
It’s so much temptation but wait
And mental, the drinking and smoking too much
But it helped me get through the day (oh, day)
Won’t say no name, I’m not a snitch
But one night at the Ritz, did some shit I shouldn’t of did (at the Ritz, shouldn’t of did)
Went and fucked a nigga’s bitch
I admit, I admit that I did (I did)
I fucked my girlfriends bestfriend (oh)
Yeah I tapped that in the back of my Benz (my Benz)
I admit I’m sorry for my sins (my sins)

[Chorus]
I admit it, admit it (I admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I admit I trust people too much (I trust too much, too much, too much)
I admit I can’t say such and such
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it’s bullshit (it’s bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometime, but the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers, while they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave to them, and now they play me like a fuckin’ amateur
I got a life, yeah, I got a right, yeah
Cancel my shows, that shit ain’t right (shows)
How they gon’ say I don’t respect these women, when all I’ve done is represent (30 years)
Take my career and turn it upside down, ’cause you mad I’ve got some girlfriends (girlfriends)
Hell with this record deal, it ain’t worth this shit forreal (yeah, yeah, that’s real)
Ain’t seen my kids in years, they tryna lock me up like Bill (in years, like Bill)
How much can a nigga take? How much can a nigga pray? (take, pray)
Just wanna do my music, stop stressing me (hell yeah)
Please just let me age gracefully (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I admit it, admit it (I admit it, oh, oh)
I admit it, I did it (I admit it)
I admit it, I did (I admit it, I did it)
I admit it, I did, did it

[Verse 4]
Yeah, they took my gift and they blind me (blind me)
Where the fuck is my money? (where)
Now here comes this big ass conspiracy
But still got my fans, thats a blessing
Listen to heaven, just stay on my grind, and that’s 24/7 (yeah)
And I know my mama Joanne is smiling down on me, I put that on every
Been a grown man since age 11 (11)
Mind on the guap since 7 (7)
Rest in peace to my homie Kevin

[Chorus]
I admit it, admit it (I admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it

[Verse 5]
I admit, I admit, I’m a freak (freak)
Used to go to strip clubs every week
But who these niggas tryna say I am, man I’m loud and I put that on chief
I admit I fuck with all the ladies, that’s both older and young ladies (ladies, yeah)
But tell me how they call it pedophile because that shit is crazy (crazy)
You may have your opinions, entitled to your opinions (opinions)
But really am I supposed to go to jail or lose my career because of your opinion
Yeah, go ahead and stone me, point your finger at me (stone me, yeah, yeah)
Turn the world against me, but only god can mute me (against me, mute me)
I admit that I fired some people (people)
I admit that I hired new people (yeah)
I admit that those people I fired, on my mama, was crooked ass people (yeah, yeah, people)
I admit that I don’t own my music (I)
I admit that I wrote on my music (yeah)
Want it back but they don’t wanna do it (don’t wanna)
What the fuck nigga, I wrote that music (I)
I did that Bump and Grind, I did that 12 Play, I did that Fed Up
I changed the damn game, so I deserve me a fair play, so put some respect on my damn name (fair)
Now Wendy Williams mad with me? But I ain’t never offered her no drink (no drink)
But I admit that she asked me, can I get a little Hennessy? (yeah)
We both turned off our phone, we drinked, I smoked, we talked
I admit that I told it all (our phone, we talked, it off)
From my good points to my faults (faults)
She said “What about Aaliyah?”
Love
She said “What about the tape?”
I said “hush”
I said my lawyer said “don’t say noth’”
But I can tell you I’ve been set up (up)
I admit it, how ever since the first day (first day)
That without knowing that I signed my publishin’ away (away)
I admit it, I was young and caught up and so blind, yeah (so blind)
Said I had dyslexia, couldn’t read all them contracts, yeah
Now the truth in this message, is I’m a broke ass legend (message, legend)
The only reason I stay on tour, is ’cause I gotta pay my rent (on tour, my)
I never thought it would come to this, to be the most disrespected artist (come)
So I had to write a song about this, ’cause they always take my words and twist it (song)
Believe me its hard to admit all this, but I’m in my feelings about this shit (oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
But I had to set the fuckin’ record straight, so (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I admit it, admit it (I admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it

[Verse 6]
I admit it, I love Steve Harvey
John Legend, and Tom Joyner
They’re doing good in their lives right now, why would they wanna tear down another brother (tear down)
Women show black men some love (yeah)
‘Cause black men, we go through enough (oh)
How can we get up off the ground, when we steady tearing each other down (how, oh)
I admit that the devil is busy (busy)
Had some people beside me ain’t with me
I admit that I’m gon’ do this music up until the Lord come and get me (real talk)
Now, I admit a family member touched me (touched me, touched me, touched me)
From a child to the age 14, yeah
While I laid asleep, took my virginity (sleep, gini’)
So scared to say something, so I just put the blame on me
Now here I am, and I’m tryin’ my best to be honest (honest)
‘Cause the sources out there tryna keep me from bein’ an artist
I admit I’m at rock bottom (oh, oh)
And this shit has rocked my mind (my mind)
I’m calling on my hood, come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don’t want me to shine, women’s group, my god (shine, god)
Now don’t get it twisted, I do support ’em, but why they wanna bring down the R
Damn, this is breaking my heart (my heart)
‘Cause from fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters, I am part of the music culture (yeah, yeah, oh, oh)
Spotify, took me off they playlist (playlist)
I admit that I, been underated (rated)
I’m not convicted, not arrested, my dragged my name in the dirt (nope, oh, yeah, yeah)
All this work to be successful, when you abandon me ’cause of what you heard (yeah, oh, yeah, heard)
I admit that I am not perfect, I never said I was perfect (perfect, perfect)
Said I’m abusing these women, what the fuck that’s some absurd shit (what?)
They’re brainwashed, really? (really)
Kidnapped, really? (really)
Can’t eat, really? (really)
Real talk, that shit sound silly (yeah)
And if you really, really wanna know (know)
Her father dropped her off at my show (show)
And told this boy to put her on stage (yeah)
I admit that she was over age (age)
I admit that I was feelin’ her and I admit that she was feelin’ me (she was feelin’ me)
I admit that that’s just some shit that comes with being a celebrity (celebrity)
I ain’t chasing these ladies, no (no, no)
These ladies are chasing me, yeah (chasing me)
Now I’m only saying all this shit, ’cause how they tryna play me, yeah (yeah, oh)
I admit that this is no disrespect to the parents (no disrespect)
But this is my advice to you ’cause I’m also a parent (parent)
Don’t push your daughter in my face, and tell me that it’s okay (my face, okay)
‘Cause your agenda is to get paid, and get mad when it don’t go your way (yeah, go way)
I know y’all look at me like I don’t go through things, but I’m human (human)
I know it’s hard sometimes, but try to keep in mind that I’m human (human)
Fuck all the fortune and fame, forget the name, I’m a human (human)
I can’t believe all the under the table shit they doin’ (they doin’)
I’m tired the fingers pointed at me (at me)
I’m tired of all this weight on me (on me)
I’m tired of everybody wanting a piece of me, shit I’m not an ATM machine (yeah, no, hey)
What do I do when I can’t do what I do? (what)
How can I win, when I can’t win with truth? (oh)
Got a couple of dead homies, that I promised would make it out this shit (sorry)
And I don’t think God’s hands is on me nigga, I’m gonna make it out this shit
No weapon formed against me (amen)
Shall prosper (amen)
Not claiming (amen)
The storms over (amen)
I admit I talked to Ms. McGlenn (yeah)
FYI, that’s my second mother (mama)
I admit that I asked her how I’m gonna get the world off my shoulder (oh)
She said son, don’t you lose it (lose it)
Sometimes you gotta go through it (through it)
They can say what they say, but at the end of the day, they cannot deny your music (oh, woah)
‘Cause your music, has touched people, it inspired, all people (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Overseas, everywhere (yeah, yeah)
Don’t worry, don’t care (care)
‘Cause the anointed is on you, and that’s why these haters is at you (on you, at you)
So keep on doing you baby, you don’t have to give these fools an explanation (yeah, yeah, oh)

[Chorus]
I admit it, admit it (I admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it

[Verse 7]
What’s the definition of a cult?
Whats the definition of a sex slave?
Go to the dictionary, look it up
Let me know I’ll be here waiting
Now I admit that I got some girls that love me to pull they hair (they hair)
Now I admit that they love me to talk dirty when I pull they hair (they hair)
Some like me to spank ’em
Some like to give brain and
What some of these girls want, is too much for the radio station
Look I’m just a man y’all (man y’all)
Not a monster or beast (no, no)
But I admit there are times when these girls so fine, they’ll chill with a nigga for a week (oh, for a week)
Now I admit I love Hugh Hefner (Hugh Hefner)
Through the years supported Hugh Hefner (yeah)
But when he left this world, he had a million girls, but we gon’ always love Hugh Hefner (yeah, oh)
To Jim DeRogatis, whatever your name is (whatever your name is)
You been tryna destroy me for 25 whole years (25 whole years, yeah)
Writin’ the same stories over and over against (stories, stories, yeah)
Off my name, you done went and made yourself a career (a whole career)
But guess what? I pray for you and family, and all my other enemies (prayed for you, enemies)
I’m not gonna let y’all steal my joy, I’m just gon’ keep on doing me (my joy, doing me)
Now I don’t know what else to say except, I’m so falsely accused
Tell me how can you judge, when you’ve never walked in my shoes
So easy to mess up someone else’s life
Through social media, the devil in disguise
I admit I miss my brothers (brothers)
But I admit they weren’t acting like brothers (brothers)
Yeah, we’ve had our differences, but you don’t turn on your brother (no)
For nothing, for no one, nada, mama, Joanne, is watching (no, no, no, no, no)
She must be turning over in her grave (yeah)
I admit I had to borrow a couple of M’s from the label (label)
All these hits out but I couldn’t put food on the table (table)
I was told I had to sell my cars, I was told I couldn’t get a loan (cars, loans)
Said I owed 20 million to the IRS and they were coming to get my home (oh, oh)
I admit I was feeling stupid, staying in the Homewood Suites (no disrespect)
Sippin’ Hennessy, tryna figure out what happened to me (happened to me)
There was so much going through my head, ’cause I knew that something wasn’t right (my head, wasn’t right)
I just couldn’t put my finger on it, but my spirit had better eyes (no, better)
It told me what it saw, and it scared the shit out of me (saw, me, yeah)
It said get rid of them all, it’s nothing but vultures round me (all, me)
I admit that I love my fans, for all the push and support they’ve shown (my fans)
I admit if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have never stayed strong (for them, oh)
Now I’m not trippin’ on all of these rumors, that don’t bother me
And I’m not paying attention to these haters, that don’t bother me (oh, oh)
But what blows me is when certain people turn phony (phony)
They say Rob, “I got your back”, Rob, “you the man”
But they really doubting me, bitch you know who you are
Bitch I bought you a car, bitch you stayed in my crib (yeah, yeah)
I loved you with all my heart (my heart)
Now I don’t like to brag when it comes to me, but I’ve given back to the community (comes to me, community)
From the non profit to the charities, but of course you never hear that about me (charities, about me)
To them niggas that drink my liquor and smoke my stogies
How come you ain’t on Facebook pickin’ up for me
While you round me most of the day, when you know I’m a good brother
Always got your hands out, it ain’t no doubt that y’all niggas ain’t nothing but blood suckas (yeah)
Plus, y’all ain’t bringing nothing to the table (no, no)
Yeah nigga, and you know it’s real talk (real talk)
Taking pictures with me for your Instagram but when I need you, you quick to get lost (can’t find you)
Mm, ohh, mm, oh, oh, oh, no, no, ooh, woah
Robert, Jay, and Joanne, my kids
What you hearin’ out here about dad, guys I’m sorry for this (sorry)
I’m so sorry, I can’t imagine what y’all must be going through (oh, through)
Everyday it’s somethin’ about me, my god, it must be killin’ you (killin’ you)
I promise there’ll be better days, just keep walkin’ straight (there’ll be better days, just keep walkin’ straight)
I know you must be worried but just know that I’m okay (oh, I’m okay)
For me, things has gotten rough (rough)
Right now I can’t say too much (say too much)
But for y’all I will stay tough (oh, oh)
Daddy just need y’all to trust, and believe in me (trust, in me)
I admit that I told the truth (told the truth)
And still not free
Still wanna hate me (yeah)
Still wanna stone me (stone me, yeah)
Still wanna chain me (chain me, yeah)
I think they wanna kill me

[Chorus]
I admit it, admit it (I admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it

[Verse 8]
Now, no disrespect to Chi-Town, my home (my home)
But we’ve got to learn how to support our own (our own)
I admit that my heart cries for my city (my city)
‘Cause we’re losing young lives in our city (my city)
Instead of judging me, y’all should be using me (judging me, using me)
To help these kids, raise them out of depression and poverty (oh, oh)
Now I’m not saying I’m no savior, but I can be an inspiration (no savior, inspiration)
This is an invitation
Man I admit I go through so much day to day (day to day)
Got 23 lawyers, 3 or 4 managers, what am I doing? Show me the way (oh)
The only thing I have left is my voice, and now I have to use it for my protection (my voice, yeah)
‘Cause they left me no choice (no choice)
See my work has nothing to do with my private life
So stay the fuck out of my business and tend to your own damn life (life)
So go head and say what you want to say, about who I want to date (want to say, I want to date)
But you won’t say that shit to my face, ’cause you know it ain’t no shit to say (to my face, oh, oh)
Next nigga bring me some dumb shit, is gon’ end up a misunderstanding (dumb shit, yeah)
‘Cause niggas they listen to dumb shit (dumb shit)
Are niggas that be on that dumb shit (dumb shit)
They need a life ’cause they ain’t got no life, so they always come through with them dumb shit
Blockin’ my path, they don’t know the half, so they makin’ assumptions (path, half, assumptions)
Since when do assumptions, cost a man his whole career (since when? whole career)
Found guilty when you’re innocent, is the only times that I fear
There is one thing that’s for sure, and I want to make this shit clear (for sure, clear)
I done lived my voice and represented my country for 31 fuckin’ years (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Damn it I admit

[Outro]
I admit, I admit, I admit (yeah)
I admit, I admit, I admit (yeah)




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
Video me