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Slim Thug – Kingz & Bosses (feat. Big K.R.I.T.)




[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Fresh up outta dream, feeling like I’m prince Akeem
Two queens makin’ sure my royal penis clean
Made my mind up, I only want the finer things
Went from the hood to living in the West Wing
Live like a king, thing like a boss
‘Cause if I want somethin’ I’ll work my ass off
‘Til I got it no stoppin’, no quittin’, givin’ up ain’t an option
Fuck waitin’, I got my own shit poppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from shoppin’
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from ridin’ Rolls
And sliding in these young niggas fine hoes
Oh, but I’m cold with the game like The Mack
I jump back in the game, make a quick hundred racks
Tell her bring the money back but I’d rather make my own
I decided to be a boss and make a song

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
King Krizzle, King Tut, it ain’t no difference
Chariot still whippin’ while gold still flickin’
Off the paint, yeah, the trunk, shaking like it know the stanky leg
I mix the struggle with the hustle to make bread
Ah mayne, I fit the family with a loaf
A piece off for my unborn to ball on these hoes
You got to save it, got ti pay it, double up and attack them haters
And ‘em racist motherfuckers, they try to take as soon as you make it
Multi and my brand that I own
Alot money tree, but what’s a tree if it ain’t growin’
In my backyard, my cul-de-sac large, I hold my nuts
I got the kind of ice on my grill that I can’t crush, plus my credit good
I spend the money from my sock, you wish your debt could
I wish a million for my partners, they still in the hood
They got skills but ain’t no court to ball
I ain’t talking shooting shots, I’m talkin’ shots to call
Krizzle

[Hook: Slim Thug]
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between
If you gon’ be a boss, be a boss
If you gon’ be a king, be a king
If you gon’ be a bitch, stay a bitch
‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ in between




Chris Brown – High End (feat. Future & Young Thug)




[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
What’s the total? (yeah, yeah)
What’s the list read?
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones


Chris Brown – High End Lyrics


[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
Bust down Tony (yeah, yeah)
Bust down [?] (bust down [?])
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones


Young Thug – Beat it ft. Jeremih


[Intro]
I really don’t give a fuck about what you niggas sayin’ man
How you niggas feel, nigga I’m bloody
It’s the motherfuckin’ death of me ya dig
I’ll tell you motherfuckers one thing, I’m sayin’

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Hey, I’ve been chillen in-between a couple condos
Dollar bills, real shit on my own
I got it all around, now let me show you what I wanna see
I admit me and Thugger throw pies on it
That’s right me got some titties and thighs on it
I’m gonna fuck around and beat it, put some miles on you
I Know you’ll let me if I ask, Gon shawty bring that ass on
Shawty bring that ass on, legs up put ’em to the sky for me
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Beat it up, stroke it for Thugger
I’mma fuck her with my ice on my poley
Beat lil shawty, fiend for shawty, eat lil shawty up, up, up
Everything presidential, King Tut, what?
Beat that pussy from the back
Beat that pussy from the side, beat that pussy up
Baby get that pussy wet
And I’mma slip in, I’mma slide in and eat that pussy up
Heat it up, eat it up, baby girl, I’m (?)
Hey, I need whole Santa Claus motherfuckers
Suck my balls while it jiggle
And I’m havin’ stripes just like a zebra
Drop top Bentley come through screamin’ on you people
Drinkin’ lean is my motherfuckin’ thing
Same bed as T.I.P. cause I’m a king
Tuck my chain in, I swear it still bling
You ain’t never need anything
Motherfucker what ever you think
Your old lady gon wink, pussy nigga you know

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, I’m no beginner boo
I’mma beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Watch me beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it, beat it and stroke it
Let me beat, beat, beat, beat it up


Young Thug – Beat it ft. Jeremih Lyrics


[Intro]
Ayee
(Ohh ayee)
Aye you know what I really don’t give a fuck about what you
Niggas sayin’ man
Or how you niggas feel, nigga I’m bloody
It’s the motherfuckin’ death of me ya dig
But I must tell you fuckniggas one thing, I’m sayin’

[Hook: Young Thug]
Uh, Hey!
Hey!
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block
I’mma beat it, beat it, beat it upppp
Come here baby let me beat it, beat it, beat it uppp

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Hey, I’ve been chillen in-between a couple condos
Dollar bills, real shit in my eye only
I got it all around, now let me show you what I wanna see
I admit me and Thugger throw pies on it
That’s right me got some titties and thighs on it
I’m gonna fuck around and beat it, put some miles on you
I Know you’ll let me if I ask, Gon shawty bring that ass on
Legs up put ’em to the sky for me
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready
I’m not sure if you’re ready, I’m not sure if you’re ready

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block
I’mma beat it, beat it, beat it upppp
Come here baby let me beat it, beat it, beat it uppp

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Beat it up, stroke it for Thugger
I’mma fuck her with my ice on the poley
Beat lil shawty, fiend for shawty, eat lil shawty up, up, up, up
Everything presidential, King Tut, what?
Beat that pussy from the back
Beat that pussy from the side, beat that pussy up
Baby get that pussy wet
And I’mma slip in, I’mma slide in and eat that pussy up
Heat it up, eat it up, baby girl I’mma beat that pussy up
Hey, I need whole Santa Claus motherfuckers
Suck my balls while it jiggle
And I’m havin’ stripes just like a zebra
Drop top Bentley come through screamin’ on you people
Drinkin’ lean is my motherfuckin’ thing
Same bed as T.I.P. cause I’m a king
Tuck my chain in, I swear it still bling
Yeen ain’t never need anything
Motherfucker what ever you think
Your old lady gon wink, pussy nigga you know

[Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga fuckin’ hoes, I’m just tellin’ you
And a nigga rockin’ shows, I’m just tellin’ you
I’mma go and get that money like Goodfellas do
Yea, I might eat it, it look edible
17-5 for these babys, yeah they eligible
Oh whooo, he a gangster he not scared of you
I’mma long stroke it, no beginner boo
Ou, ou
Beat it and stroke it
Beat it and stroke it
I’mma, I’mma beat it and stroke it, watch me beat it watch me stroke it
Watch me beat it watch me stroke it
I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it, I’mma beat it, I’mma stroke it
Baby beat it, baby stroke it
Yaahhh, Hit it
Deep down, baby cock block


Andrew Jackson Jihad – Kokopelli Face Tattoo lyrics

October 31, 2016

Lyrics

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I was a sexy little viper ruin
In the corner of a King Tut tomb
When the hate train started
Going choo choo.

I was a rat on a burning ship
When we sunk, our fire got put out.
It was just like the great plague,
It’s like the birth of underwear.

Hey dude I hate everything you do
But I’m trying really hard to not hate you
Hating you won’t make you suck any less

I was a wheel in a war machine
Now I’m a toilet in a restaurant
Somebody’s gotta do it
I know my place

I was a baby killing Cadillac
Now I’m a drug induced heart attack
Somebody’s gotta do it
I know my place

Have you ever wanted to be
Have you ever wanted wanted to see
Someone better, in the mirror

Have you ever wanted to go
Have you ever wanted to know
Somewhere greener, somewhere cleaner

I bet you got something beautiful in mind

They’re gonna beat me till I’m black and blue
Give me a kokopelli face tattoo
And I’ll tell you a secret
Christ is German for Williams

In the blood cult of the wayward youth
I’ve got a bad case of the yellow flashlight blues
Let me tell you some weird shit
Civil war, civil war


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