Tag: Max Payne


Young Nudy – Mini Me Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, man
If it was a shootout, my youngins did it (Fuck you mean?)
Yeah (COUPE)

[Chorus]
Look in my eye, man, you know I’m gon’ spray (Yeah)
Nigga didn’t know, but today is the day (Bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil’ plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin’ ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (Yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (Ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (Twerk that ass)
Smokin’ ooh-wee, I feel great (Ooh-wee)
I’m so high, can’t feel my face (Can’t feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin’ on that bitch face (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (Fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (Wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it’s still hood like Section 8 (Woo)

[Verse 1]
We send hits, nigga (Hits)
My youngins do the shootout, that’s they shit, nigga (Shit)
My homie put a potato on his four-ten (Four-ten)
Ain’t nothin’ but headshots every time he go in (Go in)
Get paid right just to handle biz
Lot of money open up his wig (What?)
Split him apart, hit a kid
Keep squeezin’, shoot that bitch again (Woo)
Kill shit, we’ll never end (Nah)
Snitch on me, gotta lock me in
Bitch nigga tried to handle folks, they tried to box me in (Bitch nigga)
Came out the whip like Rambo, nigga, poppin’ shit (Yeah)
Homie came out with two Glocks in the backseat, he on Max Payne shit (Ooh)
And we not squeezin’ for fun, we aimin’
Opps think they’ll catch me slippin’ again, what the fuck they thinkin’? (What the fuck?)
Smash off, left somebody stankin’
Call my lawyer, tell him come pick this money up, it’s a situation (Yeah)
Prayin’ that these niggas don’t snitch on me and they partner don’t make it (Swear to God)
Throwed off, man, I’m talkin’ crazy (Yeah)
Slash that, man, I’m talkin’ brazy
Bitch nigga, man, you fugazi (Bitch nigga)
Niggas out here pump-fakin’ like they was with me when it was time to blaze it (Haha)
But this shit okay ’cause Slimeball extra paid, I ain’t have to pay (Nah)
Sometimes, I just wanna spray (Yeah)
Sometimes, man, I gotta pay (Yeah)
Long as a bitch nigga dead, then it’s good with me, know it’s still on my face (Yeah)
Play with mine, we gon’ step on your face
You ever seen a nigga killed for them faces?
Hitman for the money, he take it (Hitman)
Surgical with this shit, no type of training
Yeah (No, sir), I get wicked with this shit, man (Yay-ski)
Hop out the bushes, he pull in the driveway
When I hit the MAC, I turn that bitch sideways (Grrah, grrah)
Red bandana, yes, it’s over my face
Hood on my head and it’s tight with the lace (What’s brackin’, nigga?)

[Chorus]
Look in my eye, man, you know I’m gon’ spray (Yeah)
Nigga didn’t know, but today is the day (Bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil’ plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin’ ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (Yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (Ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (Twerk that ass)
Smokin’ ooh-wee, I feel great (Ooh-wee)
I’m so high, can’t feel my face (Can’t feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin’ on that bitch face (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (Fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (Wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it’s still hood like Section 8 (Woo)

[Verse 2]
Still ride around with a dirty-ass K (Dirty)
On the fool shit all day, tryna play (Dumb)
Nigga just listen the sound of my K (Listen my K)
Brrrt, yeah
Ka-ka-ka-ka, click-clack, baow, bitch, we ate (Pussy)
Up in the stars, we gon’ creep with the moon (Yeah)
A maniac, nigga, fuck your little goon (Murder)
Nigga, you ever went and killed a goon?
Nighttime, turn a wolf to the moon (Nighttime)
Hop up on it, we gon’ blow all your goons (Eat ’em)
Niggas some pigs, we blow through they door
Blowin’ all the smoke, they run to them folks (They run to them folks)
Say they with this shit, but shit never show (This shit never show, man)
Your big homie let you down, nigga (What the fuck you mean, nigga?)
I told you

[Chorus]
Look in my eye, man, you know I’m gon’ spray (Yeah)
Nigga didn’t know, but today is the day (Bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil’ plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin’ ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (Yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (Ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (Twerk that ass)
Smokin’ ooh-wee, I feel great (Ooh-wee)
I’m so high, can’t feel my face (Can’t feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin’ on that bitch face (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (Fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (Wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it’s still hood like Section 8 (Woo)


88glam – Dance For Me Lyrics


Look at my rings
Whoa, whoa
Joseph, where you at?
Straight back to the bank, yeahh

Ball like me, fadeaway three every time that they reach, yeahh
Diamonds in the ring, drivin’ in a Range, now I got them things on me (Yessir-sir-sirskii)
Always pop a perc, always Papa Smurf, treatin’ blue things on me (Smurf, smurf, yeah)
Yeah, talk to my mans, talk to my mans, part of my family (Yessir, yeah)
Look at my rings, spendin’ this guap like I just got an advance, yeah (Look at my rings)
Give her that space, now she comin’ right back like boomerang, yeah
I don’t explain, diamonds on chain the only things that dance, yeah
In that flame, told these niggas I don’t pipe with my hands, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Talkin’ down on me, boy, yeah, you wildin’
I might take your wifey to the island
Pop it on the pole, now watch you dance for me
Pop it on the pole, now watch you dance for me (Dance for me)

New Trans Am, painted all green, goddamn, and I run red lights (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, talk to me nice (Nice), talk to my nigga, everybody want a slice
Yeah, and I got headlights, boy, you know I’m right, she’s just been cappin’ all night (Yeah)
Yeah, water on ice, and she look nice, know I gotta mix it with the Sprite
When I chop the brain, I’m the one to blame, I don’t feel the need to explain (Yeah)

Baby girl game, I’ma make it rain, know she did it for the fame, yeah (Yeah)
Dodge bullets, Max Payne, Maybach red, my location where you live (Yeah)
Know how I live, Sunday service at LIV, can’t stay at my crib (No)
I’m not type of nigga that could be in the streets (Nope, in the streets)
She wanna f*ck with me ’cause she’s too industry (Ooh, yeah)
Every time that you drop it, yeah, try to see how much gross
Yeah, your parties is poppin’, you know I’m the host

Ball like me, fadeaway three every time that they reach, yeahh
Diamonds in the ring, drivin’ in a Range, now I got them things on me (Yessir-sir-sirskii)
Always pop a perc, always Papa Smurf, treatin’ blue things on me (Smurf, smurf, yeah)
Yeah, talk to my mans, talk to my mans, part of my family (Yessir, yeah)
Look at my rings, spendin’ this guap like I just got an advance, yeah (Look at my rings)
Give her that space, now she comin’ right back like boomerang, yeah
I don’t explain, diamonds on chain the only things that dance, yeah
In that flame, told these niggas I don’t pipe with my hands, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Talkin’ down on me, boy, yeah, you wildin’
I might take your wifey to the island
Pop it on the pole, now watch you dance for me
Pop it on the pole, now watch you dance for me (Dance for me)


21 Savage – Help Me (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

October 12, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas

[Verse 1]
Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches!
I said that shit on woe, dog
I got the juice like O-Dog
I got ‘caine like I’m Kane
Me and Lotto in that fucking Fisker switching lanes
Pull up on a pussy nigga and fuck on his main
I just spent a fifty-thousand dollars on a chain
I just spent a twenty on a motherfucking ring
Young Savage bitch, I got this shit off cocaine
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Pull up on your bitch and give her that skrr
Pull up on your bitch and drop that work
Yeah, and I’m still getting paid
Bitches getting slaughtered, man these bitches getting slayed
Keep that Glock 40, dare a nigga to touch my chain
I shoot this motherfucker like my name Max Payne

[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas

[Verse 2]
I’m a dog like Michael Vick
I used to sell them Michael Vicks
I can’t even lie, I ain’t never sold a brick
But I got some partners who done really sold them bricks
Young Savage bitch and I done really hit them licks
I really put that pistol on these pussy nigga’s shit
Run up on a nigga, better take a nigga shit
If your diamond’s hitting you could take a nigga bitch
I hit four hundred and went a bought a ‘vette
Your diamonds so cloudy, who the fuck sold you that shit?
You know damn well don’t no Rolex fucking tick
*Get your motherfucking money up nigga, try again nigga, 21*
Oil[?] base dope, I gotta try again
Dope got wet, it gotta dry again
Pussy ass rappers telling lies again
*Pussy ass, bitch ass* fuck boy

[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas




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