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Trippie Redd & A1Billionaire – Rookie Of The Year




[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooo, yeah
Ay, Big 14 bitch
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (and I’m swervin’)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (in suburban)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (sauce a bitch)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Big 14 ballin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Big 14 shot callin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Dive up in that pussy like a dolphin bitch, aye (like a dolphin bitch)
VonMar, put ’em in a coffin bitch, whoa (in a coffin bitch)
Aye, aye, made the money right up off the stove (off the stove)
Got some shooters with me, bitch, you know they on go (on go)
VVS my diamonds on my neck, and wrist is froze (yeah it’s froze)
Got my goons with me and they totin’ sticks and poles
Bitches goin’ brazy over Instagram post (yeah)
I just keep a good bitch with me, yeah, close (yeah)
I just keep a bad bitch with me, yeah, closer (too bad)
Get closer, aye (close)
Might roast ya, aye
Bitch, I pour the four up (pourin’ up the lean)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (lean, yeah)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (aye)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (Kyrie Irving)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 2: A1Billionaire]
I’m at your throat like a necklace (woo)
She suck that dick like a [?] (slide, slide)
I slam that pussy, no wrestlin’ (slide)
She eat that nut, nah no elephant (slide, slide)
She say a nigga irrelevant (slide, woo)
He always lyin’ and flexin’ (flex, woo)
I’m really stressin’ her out
She ride that dick like a Tesla
She callin’ in like a heist (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike, ooh (slide)
She ride the dick like a bicycle (woo, slide)
Yeah (slide), yeah (slide)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (slide, slide)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, ay
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, ay
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year




Joey Bada$$ – Victory




[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 1]
First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I’m a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon’ be up for a while like keep the legacy goin’
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I’m in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I’m OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it’s all said and done
They only make legends where I’m from
Been known we won before the song begun

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 2]
I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
‘Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I’m the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I’m against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let’s get back to business please
I’ma be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y’all ain’t real ballers, y’all just little leagues
And we ain’t taking no losses we the winning team, East

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story


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


Rick Ross – Kyrie (Black Jack Album)


[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work


Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics


[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work


Rick Ross – Kyrie


[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grubman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work


Skippa Da Flippa – Dat Way


[Intro: Skippa Da Flippa]
Woah
(30 you a fool for this one)
Oh you going dat way huh?
Woah
Woah
Flippa!

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Skrong nigga
They say you tell it well you wrong nigga
Zero, zero, zero comma, triple zero figures
Kyrie Irving in the paint [?]
I’m like nino in the pot the raw right in the middle
Dat way
Paint the Benz coupe matte grey
Snap ya’ cap like it’s hat day
Save a fifty for a bad day
Ball cappin’ I’m the MVP
Skrong nigga no Hercules
Rubber band it as I count the G’s
Pour a four just to get some Z’s
House that I dreamed of
I don’t trust 12 so i bought a nina
Only talk money I think my demeanor
I love the money like Martin love Gina
I’m a ride it to the roaders
Don’t stop he try pull you over
I think the real should get closer
And I won’t live looking over my shoulder

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
I play for keeps don’t never mix [?] I’m strong like a gymnast
White on white M and I had to tint it
So much [?] you would think I was the chemist
The snakes are closer than you think
Pearl perfect be the paint
I’m having birds off the [?]
Shooter shoot faster than you blink or think
You better look our for your brother he shouldn’t need if you really love him
I’m true to loyalty and I thank my mother
She say stay together and watch over each other
I love the way the money feel
I’ve been stacking up blue bills
Big house fuck a hill
And I’m going dat way I mean it for real
See a, fifty bands on top of fifty bands
I’m a take my time you a mini man
Sticks on sticks like the Taliban
Now they need me I used to be the six man
Dat way
Dat way
Pick up the backend’ on Saturday
Ties and offerings Sunday
Get back to the money on Monday

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga


Meek Mill – Way Up lyrics

November 2, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
That indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick ridin’
Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor
See ’em and I smack the shit out ’em
Throwin’ ten k like it’s ten dollars
I grab that bitch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, fuck the shit out her
Fuck her so good, thought I cared ’bout her
She know I been ’bout it, I’m on my way up
My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feelin’ like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin’ like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, “polish it”
She on my dick I can’t make you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombin’ shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit
Rockin’ Givenchy shit
Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin’ shit

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin’ like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I’m movin’ fast they holler “Wait up”
Fixin’ bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been doin’ this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin’ in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin’ up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
Goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
Havin’ lunch on top of Barneys feelin’ way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I’m Rayful
Put tens on that bitch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them niggas ain’t poppin’ shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil’ nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
Nigga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up


Soulja Boy – Murder (feat. Mozzy) letras

October 31, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene


Soulja Boy – Murder Lyrics

October 28, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene


K Camp – Hungry N Lurkin letras

October 13, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Uh, ay
I’m just tryna elevate over all this bullshit
You hear me?

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 1]
I know one thing for certain
I know niggas that servin’
I know bitches that’s thirsty and I ball like I’m Kyrie Irving
Jumped in the game as a student now I feel like the teacher
Check them niggas that’s round you, make sure them niggas ain’t leachin’
Came to handle my business, that’s the reason you lookin’
Fell in love with my presence and now she in that bitch cookin’
I’m in Jersey like Snooki
Searchin’ round for them cookies
On that grind till December
Just hope you niggas remember that

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 2]
I made that choice to go harder
You ain’t loyal, why bother?
Must continue my saga
I learned my ways from my father
I learned my lessons while climbin’
I came in perfect timin’
Now I’m in, I’m like fuck it
But I’m in love with these diamonds
Bitch I’m in love with the shinin’
They want me to fall off
They want me to stop workin’
Bitch they want me to call off
But I’m love with these Benjies
And I’m in love with this music
If you ain’t know bitch I’m comin’
You better watch how you movin’

[Hook]
But I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Outro]
Let’s get it
I’m workin’, I’m workin’
Aye
Music Major
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