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Lil Pump – What U Sayin’ Lyrics




[Intro: Lil Pump]
Hm, what you gotta say?
Ooh, damn, ooh
Ooh, what you gotta say?
Ooh, Lil Pump
Damn, ooh, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? Bitch you gettin’ paid
Bitch you gettin’ laid, spend it in a day
Spend a hunnid thousand on m’fuckin’ me
Swear to God, put in on my ‘Gram for a grade
I go and park two months, hit her face
[?], like you wan’ a fuckin’ race
Niggas gettin’ ’cause I went and took they place
Come to the trap where you know it ain’t safe
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh
Pull up on a teacher, I’m stuntin’ (damn)
Countin’ up racks, it ain’t nothin’
Sold you rerock and Robitussin
Purp all up in the coup, everybody know I flex like ouu
Bitch I don’t know who the fuck is you
Pour a [?] in my Mountain Dew

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Spend a hunnid thousand every day
And my [?] Macarena every day
Turn ’em down, I’mma stick ’em like some tape
Call my thirty, got his own fuckin’ brain
Lil Purp, I be thuggin’ every day
If I get him, I’mma pop him like a safe
Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date
GTA, got a star on my face
And I keep a pistol on me, lil’ dawg
Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil’ dawg
And I only hit designer in the mall
All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall
Lookin’ at my body, all this Louis
Gun ’em down in the trap, then we move ’em
Now they lookin’ for his body in the sewer
Lil Pump do the work like a student

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?




Kodak Black – Candy Paint (feat. Bun B) (Painting Pictures Album)




[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Candy, candy, candy
Spent 20 grand on my engine
Put Louis V on my women
I’m sippin’ on lean, I’m dizzy
Got digital dash in my cutless
Got this shit from Duffy
Ain’t get this with no rap money
I got this shit from Doubling
Everybody outchea hustlin’
Nigga, you broke, you buggin’
Fuck you, lil’ hoe, you ugly
I got that bag, I got that luggage
I got dirty money, Houston, Texas
I’m sippin’ dirty muddy
I told that bitch, I just want some sucky-sucky
I don’t want no lovey-dovey
Everybody wanna have everythin’
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Every bitch want her weddin’ ring
When these bitches been fuckin’ on everythin’
Everybody wish they had a connect
Everybody want an Audemar Piguet
I ain’t Paul Wall coming to you permanent
Got a Glock 17 with a 30 clip

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Everybody wanna ride candy paint (paint)
Everybody wanna come down (down)
Everybody wanna drop top
Let the trunk go pop and bang that surround (round)
Everybody wanna have a Styrofoam cup
Matter of fact, they want two (why?)
So, they can sip on that motherfuckin’ sizzurp
Like they heard from DJ Screw (ooh)
Everybody wanna claim blue (blue)
Everybody wanna claim red (red)
Everybody wanna bang out
‘Til they got a .45 to they motherfuckin’ head (head)
Everybody say they got bread (bread)
Racks stuffed inside the mattress (mattress)
But, you’d be the dumbest motherfucker ever born
If you sittin’ around believin’ that shit (that shit)
Everybody wanna be a rapper (rapper)
Shinin’ like a boss on stage (stage)
But, it’s gonna take mo’ than some YouTube likes
And a gaddamn IG page (page)
Everybody wanna be who they can’t (can’t)
Instead of tryna be who they are (are)
Man, this shit won’t get you to far
You’ll never be a star regardless of the paint on your car

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs


Big Scoob – Do Better (feat. Paul Wall & Boogieman) (H.O.G Album)


[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]
Yeah this that old school dope house music hear boy
Paul Wall, Big Boog, Big scoob, and Kali Baby

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
What would I do besides grind for them paper stacks?
That’s the only way i know to get a Cadillac
See, I refuse to live this life broke another day
All I know is hard work accumulating pay
A never ending saga this the true hustler’s ballet
I done tossed more blue cheese than a cobb salad
That paper calling me I answer on the first ring
Championship work ethic, tryna chase a ring
They told me I would never make it but I didn’t listen
It ain’t my fault that they failed to see God’s vision
Worldwide globe-trotter, stacking up commission
And if I knew better, I’d do better please pray for wisdom

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Somebody better pray for me and where I’m at
Don’t know when I leave, if I’m comin’ back
And if I knew better (If I knew)
I would do better (What would I do?)
And If I ever try to lead this life alone
Wherever I go, the street’s is still my home
See, if I knew better (If I knew)
What I would do better (What would I do?)
What would I do?

[Verse 2: Boogieman]
I should’ve knew better
Outta place like me with a blue sweater
In a place where the funny nigga moves his treasure
I was pushin’ fireworks in cool weather
Big Boog tougher than boot and leather
But a fucked up move makes moves lesser
I was in it for them bands with the grams measure
Got fucked up dealing with a cool jeffer
But that’s my fault
Behind enemy lines I’m gettin’ work off
Bitches toast, head hard or soft?
And I’m flamed up talkin’ that turf talk
They was comin’ for me, couldn’t stand that
The two spots upstairs, I ran that
Had foots in [?], they sent us helpers
We movin’ metals couldn’t plan that
But I man the station despite the hatin’
No fabrication in this conversation
Boogie blazin’, a trail of greatness
No time for patience, that’s time wasted
Good gracious, my good race and them fiends chasin’ that fire blood
Bold statement, I rocked, skated, and bounced the products on my blood

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Somebody better pray for me and where I’m at
Don’t know when I leave, if I’m comin’ back
And if I knew better (If I knew)
I would do better (What would I do?)
And If I ever try to lead this life alone
Wherever I go, the street’s is still my home
See, if I knew better (If I knew)
What I would do better (What would I do?)
What would I do?

[Verse 3: Big Scoob]
Searchin’, lost, let me slide in the sauce
Livin’ like the heater huntin’ freedom, but it costs
Seekin’ out the preacher, but the preacher teachin’ false
May be on my feet, now I’m creepin’ through the moss
Hoping I ain’t lost, man, time can’t be bought
So it’s tickin’ and it’s tickin’ and I’m try’na turn it off
Ain’t dreams on the cross cause they seem to get lost
Any schemes to be boast? Any greed will exhaust
And I’m muh’fuckin’ tired, I ain’t muh’fuckin’ lyin
When I’m muh’fuckin’ dyin’, better muh’fuckin’ grind
And it’s all bull time, I ain’t try’na waste mine
So I scratch off the line that wasn’t built for the pine
So I push a hard line on these bitches all the time
I’ll treat you like a bitch, nigga, and beat you from behind
I’ma keep you lookin’ fine, I’ma keep you wined and dined
Not a pimp, I’m a pusher, I’m a creature of the grind
I’m a block boy with a life tied to a scale
Built to excel, can’t hear the word fail
I’ma savage for the cabbage, I’m to greedy for the kale
And I always work a package like I’m workin’ for the mail
Barely missing jail, life lost to a cell
But I’d rather be in prison than be wallowing in Hell
Pray to God for a different route, open up and let me out
Dreams of a dreamer, realistic, I ain’t gettin’ out..

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko]
Somebody better pray for me and where I’m at
Don’t know when I leave, if I’m comin’ back
And if I knew better (If I knew)
I would do better (What would I do?)
And If I ever try to lead this life alone
Wherever I go, the street’s is still my home
See, if I knew better (If I knew)
What I would do better (What would I do?)
What would I do?


Sage The Gemini – Do Not Disturb lyrics

October 8, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Verse 1]
Hop out the coupe like a bird, scratching my rims on the curb
They be like, “Hey, what’s the word?”
I’m like, the bird is the word
I look like I’m the one serving, serving the fields with a purpose
My [?] looking like [?], I’mma hurt ’em
Wait, I am still [?] like Mike Jones, Paul Wall, Slim Thugger
DMX, yeah, all my dogs, they are all for more [?]
We ’bout 4 Gs, jeans like 4 Gs
My car got Wi-Fi, I don’t need 4Gs
She say she want me, ay, I say she full of shit
She really want my green, but I only carry blue strips
Pull up to the front, you all know you gon’ learn
Niggas know it’s my turn
This how they flock on me, specially watching me
[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Verse 2]
I hop out the coupe, you complain I do the money dance
All I wanna do is put the cash in the rubber band
If I spend this shit, gon’ put it in my other hand
In my other hand, yeah
Got a lot of commas, my posse ’round us
They gon’ shoot ’til they last number
With 30 rounds, they just tryna round up
Money didn’t change us, we just counted louder
I used to make seven bucks an hour
Me and bad bitches didn’t get along
Now I ride around, heater stay on
I know it’s summertime but my chains cold
Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
Please don’t hear my phone, please don’t hear my phone
Now you know I’m on, now you know I’m on
I thought you heard, my phone on Do Not Disturb
Watch me

[Hook]
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
My phone on Do Not Disturb
Hop out the coupe like a bird
My phone on Do Not Disturb

[Outro]
Hop out the couple like a bird