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French Montana – No Stylist lyrics




[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist




Tinashe – Fashion Nova Lyrics




[Intro]
Hitmaka

Ay, yeah
Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya, what

Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya

[Verse 1]
Bad Habits, I got issues
Bad Habits, I got issues
Got your bitch behind the tint, presidential
Fucking up on your bitch, intermission, aye
Don’t know ‘bout you, but imma buy them Jimmy Choos, aye
Ain’t ‘bout no rules, I’m like “I know what it do”, aye
Ain’t got no chill, you know Young Nashe act a fool
?

[Hook]
Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya, what

Look at that Fashion Nova gassin’ all these bitches, aye
Look at that ‘rari sittin’ nasty on them inches, aye
Big ‘ol booty, bet your nigga take a picture, aye
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya

[Verse 2]
Domier, book a flight, link up with ya
Too much sauce, I’m the stash when I’m with ya
Don’t give sweet girls no way
It’s a snack and a wrap in them jeans


Kodak Black – Top Off Benz (feat. Young Thug) (Painting Pictures Album)


[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Got the Hermès on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] the dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)


Kodak Black – Top Off Benz Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Get the Hermes on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)


Dora & Dolly – Serving The Plug (feat. Young Thug) (Family Ties Mixtape) letras

October 21, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Dora]
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

[Verse 1: Dolly]
I’m cuffin’ that bag, I’m cuffin’ that bag
And I’m feelin’ real good, hell yeah
You talkin’ ’bout cash, you runnin’ up racks
And livin’ good, hell yeah
Jimmy Choos all on my feet
Diamonds, they all over me
Ear, neck and my wrist is on fleek
Please do not get too close to me
Baggin’ these niggas like groceries
Had to stay down ’til they noticed me
My shit on negative 4 degrees
No hoe in my blood, ain’t no hoe in me
I’m with the bullshit, don’t approach me
I’m walkin’ [?] on me
They screamin’, "Hey Dolly," I’m lowkey
I fronted him bags of the OG

[Hook: Dora]
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m drivin’ my car, I took me a bar
I pull up the Mas’, hell yeah
I used to be young, I used to be small
But I do it larger now
These lil bitty boys, better not start
I’ll shoot ’em to God, yeah, yeah
I love when them boys droppin’, they ain’t hard
I’ma pull their card, oh yah
Ayy, hey do your thing, I ain’t stoppin’ you
My bitch want the money like prostitutes
I tell her to wait like a copper do
I’ll tell her Dora and tell Dolly too
Their informant buy everything
Pussy nigga, better know they watchin’ you
Free Unfunk, I got the Rolls Royce
Now they lookin’ sour like a lemon do
I was standin’ on the block
And I had on some Jimmy Choos, ayy
Never met a nigga dude name crazy
And I was the general, ayy
When my brother died, I lost my heart
And I lost my ceilin’ too, ayy
Lil Dora tell these pussy niggas what you gotta say

[Hook: Dora]
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah

[Verse 3: Dora]
Pull up sprayin’, fuck with the clan
I’m ready to die, hell yeah
Ain’t no free bands if you ain’t the fam
Yeah it’s whatever
Your talk is cheap, I got the AP
And it shine bright like the whip
You niggas done told, you niggas done fold
You niggas know y’all know better
I told my bro, I told my sis I got ’em
That’s what matters
I keep my work and I got a lot right here
And it’s guarded with the ‘Reta
Thugga I told you ’bout the bankroll
These niggas can’t make us sweat
We on the road, sold out shows
I thank God for that

[Hook: Dora]
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
I fronted the bag, you servin’ the bag
Oh no, no cuffin’ that, yeah
Dude down on Xan, he mixed it with ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah
He down on Xan, he down on ten
He’s feelin’ real good, hell yeah


PeeWee Longway – Jumanji

October 11, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 1: PeeWee & Young Thug]
I got the boots, I got a coupe
I got no roof
I got a boo, she got a boo with way bigger boobs
Longway and Thugger
We switcharoo bitches and we like to fuck em’ by the two
Jumanji, Jumanji, Giuseppe Zanotti
The leprechaun bitches move
I walk in the club and I dap it
My coupe is all filled with gadgets
Get way too much green like a salad
Wrap it and ship it the package
Young nigga’s trappin’ and rappin’
I got the pints stacked up in my cabinet
Young rich nigga live lavish
I [?] for the kids
I’m spending a hundred bands, just to fuck up my kidneys
Sneaking, geeking on the molly, know she feelin’
I got the juice, pull up Actavis too with your bitch
Rollin’ up the good fruit
Sippin’ and spillin’, pour 8 in the deuce
Lean, lean, lean
I’m Uncle Phil for the week
I got Pints only for me
Smokin’ on g
Tell uncle Snoop what It do, it is too plain to see
Long way lil bitch check my Feng Shui
I got the juice in the booth, we can turn the fuck up any day

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice

[Verse 2]
How the fuck I can’t afford
My molly white like a tourist
Her booty fatter than Norbit
I told your bitch that she was gorgeous
Just a little something to do when I get bored
Might pull up, get head in the Porsche
Light the fuck up leave the bitches, no torch
Hundred bricks stuffed in the Honda Accord
Hundred grand inside my pockets, San-Tan molly
Imma make your bitch snort it
Peewee Longway, the Blue M&M
Made a million dollar dealin’, food
My style is safari, she [?] my body
And put spikes on top of my Jimmy Choo’s
Got spikes on my Louie Vuitton’s
My diamonds they hit it and fight like a hadouken
That pussy so wet, I think she got shot in the coochie with the uzi
Young Thugga and Longway I don’t fuck with dude’s, playin’ with choppers making breaking news
No doctor prescription but we got the juice
Colossal livin’, Double R Peekaboo

[Hook: PeeWee & Young Thug]
50 some bands on my juice
Spikes on top of Jimmy Choos
So fresh that I made the news
Made a million in the trap, dealin’ fool
20 bands in my locker at school
Me and Longway too cool for you fools
MPA, YSL what it do?
We don’t play fair or play by your rules
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
With a bad bitch smokin’ on fruit
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
In the foreign whip, pullin up, juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
We the shit, Thug Life my clique
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice
I think I’m 2Pac, got the juice