Tag: Kevin Liles


Tee Grizzley – Win




[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1]
90’s baby but I get to that money like ’86 again
Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again
Gotta thank God for that prison bid
Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again
Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses
Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr)
You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught
Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off)
Free Mar Mar, he innocent
I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit
Bitches love me, they go crazy ’bout that real nigga shit
Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant
If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head
Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man
When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
700K in here and my bag in this room
But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room?
I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands
If you think I’m ’bout to let him leave alive, you a fool
Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real)
And let me know that they ain’t know me ‘fore I came out
Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out
But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out
Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch
I could’ve kicked her lil’ dirty ungrateful ass
But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date her, ayy
Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back
Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that
Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that
The Mustang used to always run out of gas
Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 3]
I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around
Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around
They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down
Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around
Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around
Can’t be around on choppers the [?] three around
Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down
After I fuck, never again will she be around
It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down
These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about
He shot at me, and that’s somethin’ I can’t sleep about
Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr)
How you gon’ motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit?
This what they like, so I’ma make the shit
But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit
So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga

[Outro]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon, nigga
Without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga




Rick Ross – Lamborghini Doors (feat. Meek Mill & Anthony Hamilton) (Rather You Than Me Album)




Real talk, so when my nigga Meek caught his case I went to visit him
I’m walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping
Beating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit
So when I walk through the door, the captain tell me you can’t come in here
Ok, cool
Came back two weeks later, I got access
Soon as I got on the cell block I heard it all the way from down the hallway
My nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha
Dreaming of things we can’t afford
But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
They gon’ love me, they gon’ love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
I could play a record or just draw the weapon
She know I’m living reckless looking at my necklace
I’mma blow this forty on me, you can save the lectures
Homicides rise as the sun falls
Watch your dog die as my gun bark
These helicopters rise for the one in charge
If I sentence you to die well that’s a hundred shots
Judge banging like a blood, show a nigga love
Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
Where I’m at you lock your door and you using a latch
Now it’s stones on my hands, Roberto Durans
Stood tall in the feds, don’t fold on the fam
Tryna point me to the money, no holding my hand
Somebody take me to the bank ’cause it open at ten
Poverty stricken, boy you gotta be kidding
Living like we hit the lottery nigga
I been tippin’ since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin’
And before I had that bag I used to bag them bitches
I’m so cocky and I’m confident
All these killers in my ambiance
Say what I want, nobody’s stoping it
Get off my dick nigga
Where you was at when I could’ve died for this?
Or die for that, real nigga roger that
Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
Talking to the law, knowing that it’s not cool
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Bennie Boom
Started out with nothing, now a nigga in a room
Sweeping rich bitches off they feet like a broom
Double-M G bitch, you know how we move
Whole lot of choppers nigga, I could never lose
I was amazed
Oh how it turned their heads
I mastered the game
Oh how they raised their hands
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we’re going up
We, we’re going up
We, we’re going up
Oh so high
Like Lamborghini doors
I seen this years ago
Picasso on the wall
Like Lamborghini doors
Paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
You banging on the boss, the boy’ll be a corpse
I’m stepping through the door, my back against the wall
My pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall
Love to see a pretty bitch rolling a wood leaf
Phone ringing, smiling like I got some gold teeth
I caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese
I left a chick in NBC out on the NorthEast
Such a feeling, niggas killing for my poetry
Tryna go back underground, that’s once they notice me
I’m really not the one you wanna handle funny
At the Grammys, my lil’ homie had the hammer on him
You niggas out of style with your wedding vows
I still be making rounds like I’m Kevin Liles
Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out
Them Lamborghini doors, you see me stepping out
Started off poor with plans to own more
To riding under stars, the life we lived for
Dreaming of things we can’t afford
But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
They gon’ love me, they gon’ love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now
I bet they say, "He put his niggas on"
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh


RICK ROSS – Lamborghini Doors lyrics


Real talk, so when my nigga Meek caught his case I went to visit him. I’m walking up to the jail, all the niggas start repping. Beating on glass, kicking the doors, and shit. So when I walk in the door, the captain tell me you can’t come in here. Ok, cool. Came back two weeks later, I got access. Soon as I got on the cell block I heard him all the way from down the hallway. My nigga had on yellow Balenciagas, ha ha ha

Dreaming of things we can’t afford
But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
They gon’ love me, they gon’ love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now
I bet they say, “He put his niggas on”
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh

Corners wanna check him like Odell Beckham
I could plan a record or just draw the weapon
She know I’m living reckless looking at my necklace
I’mma blow this forty on me, you can save the lectures
Homicides rise as the sun falls
Watch your dog die as my gun bark
These helicopters rise for the one in charge
If I sentence you to die well that’s a hundred shots
Judge banging like a blood, show a nigga love
Caught him with a kilo so he hit him with a dub
We bulletproof the trucks like the ones in Iraq
Where I’m at you lock your door and you using a latch
Now it’s stones on my hands, Roberto Durans
Stood tall in the feds, don’t fold on the fam
Tryna point me to the money, no holding my hand
Somebody take me to the bank ’cause it open at ten

Yeah, uh
Poverty stricken, boy you gotta be kidding
Living like we hit the lottery nigga
I been tippin’ since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin’
And before I had that bag I used to bag them bitches
I’m so cocky and I’m confident
All these killers in my ambiance
Say what I want, nobody’s stoping it
Get off my dick nigga
Where you was at when I could’ve died for this?
Or die for that, real nigga roger that
Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
Talking to the lord, knowing that it’s not cool
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Bennie Boom
Started out with nothing, now a nigga in a room
Sweeping rich bitches off they feet like a broom
Double-M G bitch, you know how we move
Whole lot of choppers nigga, I could never lose

I was amazed
Oh how it turned their heads
I mastered the game
Oh how they raised their hands
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we’re going up
We, we’re going up
We, we’re going up
Oh so high
Like Lamborghini doors
Like Lamborghini doors
We, we’re going up
We, we’re going up
We, we’re going up
Oh so high)
Like Lamborghini doors

Ugh
Paintings on the wall, you never know the cost
You banging on the boss, that boy’ll be a corpse
I’m stepping through the door, my back against the wall
My pockets fat enough to catch a nigga if I fall
Love to see a pretty bitch rolling a wood leaf
Phone ringing, smiling like I got some gold teeth
I caught a bird, jet smarter on the Maltese
I left a chick in NBC out on the northeast
Such a feeling, niggas killing for my poetry
Tryna go back underground, that’s once they notice me
I’m really not the one you wanna handle funny
At the Grammys, my lil’ homie had the hammer on him
You niggas out of style with your wedding vows
I still be making rounds like I’m Kevin Liles
Time to set a date for trial, we never settle out
Them Lamborghini doors, you see me stepping out

Started off poor with plans to own more
The writing in the stars, the life we lived for
Dreaming of things we can’t afford
But now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
They gon’ love me, they gon’ love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fuck me now
I bet they say, “He put his niggas on”
Now we coming up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh


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