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Ralo & Lil Baby – Lil Cali & Pakistan




[Intro: Ralo & Lil Baby]
Yeah
Cook that shit up Quay
Yeah
Four pockets
Woooh
FAM Goon
Baby
Yeah
Uhh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Four pockets on full
My trunk and my hood
I fucked everything that look good
Made millions still in the hood
Different bitches with me every night
I’m a dog but I never bite
Tell Lil Baby we gon’ be alright
We ain’t going out without a fight
These niggas out of control
They just be hating’ on me right in front of me
I promise I already know
Me and Lil Baby the niggas they wanna be
Got the trap on the back street
Sold a hundred packs last week
Have you ever spent a million dollars?
Nigga you ain’t have to ask me
Ay Lil Baby what we doing nigga?

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
We in Lil Cali and Pakistan
I just re’d up with five hundred bands
Make [?] do the running man
You ain’t the boss you a runner man
You a bitch you juwanna mann
Me and young Ralo
We set the trends you can follow
I’m pourin’ act out the bottle
Then fucked every Instagram model
Screamin’ free Joc and Lil Lotto
I’m in the booth catching play
I used to sleep with the jay
I used to sleep with that k
Give a damn what they say
I know all these niggas hate
But they know i’m getting paid
Better stay up out my lane
I created my own wave
I’m on that bullshit taking chains
Niggas be getting, fucking for the fame
Niggas do anything for a name
Boy I do anything for the game
I know my niggas gon’ ride for me
Die for me
Sit in jail, do the time for me
I know they never gon’ lie to me
I’m make sure every one of them eat
Me and Ralo back to back
Z06 back to back
Lamborghinis and them cats
Do anything for them racks
Taking chances selling packs
I ain’t never going back
Ralo tell them where we at
Ralo tell them where we at

[Verse 3: Ralo]
We in Lil Cali and Pakistan
None of these rappers don’t stand a chance
Bitch i’m eating like a fat man
I don’t need a bitch for a lap dance
Tell them haters go and team up
I seen them ops come clean up
They gone tell you that I been turnt up every time a nigga seen us
Hold up Hold up Lil Baby
Let me slow it down a lil bit
Hold up Hold up switch it up a lil bit
What you gonna do? (Hold up)
Listen
Look, I hit the club and embarrass them niggas
We carry them pistols and having them issues
I told my daughter don’t marry these niggas
Compared to these niggas you better than niggas
I jump out the Lamb and I jump in the wagon
You cannot mention my name without bragging
You know that lil nigga Ralo been havin’
I got more money than you and your daddy
I could never be average
Living life so lavish
Watch cost twenty-one thousand
Way before I knew Savage

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
We in the spot
We making hits
I made a [?]
Turned to a brick
Had a Philippe
And it’s on fleek
That’s on my right wrist
Bust it down Roley on my right
They think I came up overnight
Found the plug then I took a flight
That shit changed my life
I used to trap on the bike
I can’t never get it right
Then I finally got it right
Now i’m ballin’ like i’m Mike
Got the game air tight
Like a vacuum seal
Made a whole mil off a vacuum seal
Ballin’ with no budget and I ain’t got no deal
Me and Ralo really selling packs for real
Love my dogs
Know that they would never steal
Free the gang
Hope they get out on they appeal
I been getting fetty popping all these pills
It cost seven thousand [?]
I’m trying to live my life
I had to wrong my rights
I had to earn my stripes
I had to earn my stripes




​blackbear – gucci linen Lyrics




[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her “You can have anything you want in here”, ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust, I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some caps, with some packs and some nappy dread
Shoot at you, then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa


Blackbear – Gucci Linen (feat. 2 Chainz)


[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
You can have anything you want in here
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W, getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
You can have anything you want in here
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some cat, with some [?], and some nappy dread
Shoot at you then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
"You can have anything you want in here"
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
"You can have anything you want in here"
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa


Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk)


[Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo]
Let’s get it pussy
Yeah
Dope
OTF
You know how we rockin’ nigga, only the Famgoon shit
Only the Famgoon nigga
Haha
Hey Durk
Turn up

[Verse 1: Ralo]
OG, I’m with OTF and you know we verse anybody
Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it
Hop out we reminding niggas, who the fuck behind these niggas?
Fuck whoever signed these niggas, we shoot whoever ridin’ with ‘em

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I’m hanging with the robbers and the scammers
I’ma put a pint inside a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas with me so you know we packed the van
Blood in my eyes like I’m Fifty man
Started with a million, that’s how I’ma end

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Started with a million we end with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn’t ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won’t none of these niggas be big as us
You keep it loyal, I do the same
Tell on my team when I lose a game
He was talkin’ ‘til that Uzi came
Run your mouth, we start shootin’ things
We ain’t never lettin’ shit slide
We ain’t never gon’ switch sides
I get money, I don’t get tired
Go get your own and stop dick ridin’

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
First ran a band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some’
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can’t wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock
Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop
Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik)
I don’t know no niggas, I don’t know who shot ya
Run up on his ass like, I got ya
Real street niggas don’t go off gossip

[Verse 5: Ralo]
We don’t go off gossip nigga
Talkin’ shit and we gon’ pop a nigga
I walk in the club with a lot of niggas
That’s how you know it’s a lot of pistols
We never playin’ no peekaboo
We never lyin’ on interviews
You know that you was a bitch in school
I was that nigga that pick on you
I’m the nigga that’ll take your lunch
We gon’ take his shit for say what you want
You know that I was the bully
Ain’t nobody stood up to me
Ain’t no nigga said shit to me
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don’t never send threats of me
They don’t want a nigga neck tooken

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem
I might OD off the painkillers
In the trenches with the same niggas
I be turn up with the fashion shit
Mouth shut so don’t ask me shit
MAC with the cooler attached to it
You know I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
In my circle ain’t no lames
Cartiers with the gold frames
Three-nine like a soul train
Got a soul plane like Snoop in it
Dummy bags with the woop in it
Crib big, put a hoop in it
Garage big, put the coupe in it
Off the jigga, got the moon whippin’

[Verse 7: Ralo]
We do not rent out apartments
We go and buy up the complex
She better not get in this Corvette
We gonna have us some car sex
We walk in the club and we flood it out
I bought the Rollie and flood it out
Baby mama used to cut me out
Now we ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout
We ain’t worried ‘bout another nigga
You see he got all his brothers with him
That’s why the streets really love a nigga
‘Cause we ain’t none’ like these other niggas
We don’t fuck with the other side
They gon’ make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon’ be a double homicide
It’s Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain’t did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we do to these niggas
We ain’t that cool with these niggas
We do not move with these niggas
We do not fool with these niggas

[Outro: Ralo]
That shit there crazy Durk
That motherfucker go crazy
That the outro, we out
Famgoon! OTF
Ralo LaFlare


Fortune – Krewella feat. Diskord lyrics


Lyrics Krewella – Fortune

Pull up on the party with an army
Our guns inked up like a Harley Hells Angel on the one
Like a bull in a china shop, steaming like buns
Coming in like a wrecking ball, you gon’ need a Tylenol.(fortune)

Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young gods
We got everything that we could ever want.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune.

‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune
Fortune.

Diamonds are forever, but a girl’s best friend
Is a bank full of ride-or-dies stickin’ ’til the end
We stay mobbin’ the party
But no, we ain’t the Gottis
We come in peace from the East
Pakistan to Miami.

Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young gods
We got everything that we could ever want.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee.

Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee
Fortuneee.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee.
Krewella lyrics
Video Krewella


Ralo – The Dopeman (feat. YFN Lucci)


[Intro: Ralo & Future]
My hood they treat me like I’m El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I’m Ralo
Famgoon
They know I ain’t no motherfuckin’ rapper nigga
Famerican Gangster

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Verse 1: Ralo]
They know I’m the dopeman nigga
They never catch me arguing with these broke ass niggas
You gotta be about some money just to talk to me
I had to grind for everything, this shit wasn’t bought to me
I’m sorry mama, I ain’t become the shit you thought I’d be
If you my dawg then why the fuck you keep on dogging me
These niggas talk behind your back, these niggas fake, yeah
To see you smiling, well I’ll do whatever it take girl
They broke my heart but they won’t never see me broke no more
You can give ‘em all you got, they still gon’ ask for more
I never told my niggas no, I never told my bitches yeah
I thank the lord for them bricks, that shit made me a millionaire
I’m Mr. Dog Food nigga

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Verse 2: Ralo]
It’s opps shit, pop shit, cop shit
Can’t never start shit
We the opps, free the opps
Leave the block so we can see the top
Seen the top, seen the bottom
Red bottom, my whole team got ‘em
How the fuck he shot your man and nigga you ain’t shot him
This that Pakistan shit
Famgoon shit
A nigga play with this he gon’ get his ass kicked
We gon’ pull up with the stick, let it hit
I promise we ain’t gon’ leave until everybody get hit
I make these niggas feel some type of way
You having pressure, we gon’ bust them pipes and fight today
We don’t care ‘bout what you say, we don’t care ‘bout who you is
They told me that heroin kills
I said that heroin pays the bills

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Outro: DJ Khaled, Ralo, & Future]
Ayo check this out, this some real shit
Ralo coming man
Ralo on fire
They talkin’ about him city to city, hood to hood
Famerica, you know what it is
I want y’all to be clear and be focused
Don’t play yourself
This shit powerful
It’s all about the Famerican Gangster mixtape
Ralo
Famgoon!
Young Ralo, young Ralo, young Ralo


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