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Kid Ink – F With U (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)




[Intro: Kid Ink]
Let’s go
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker!
Baby, uh huh
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hot box, drop top the ‘Rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrt)
Red bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after sex
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Oh yeah, down to the core yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been trying so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame girl
Dip swerve then I’m back in your lane girl
Keep that ass up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aww yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy, I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Please believe me
I ain’t talking Vegas when I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Getting high, red eye on the PJ
Touchdown top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on give her game like EA
Ease up, baby give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aww yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’ aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you




Phresher – Lyft




[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss

[Verse 1]
Richer than a bitch my lifestyle
Every nigga with me iced out
You might wanna calm your wife down
She know I’m the nigga right now
Put the motherfuckin’ mic down
Tell your hype man to pipe down
Yeah they left me in the dark
I’m the nigga with the light now
Told [?] it’s some lights out
Don’t do circuses, I don’t like clowns
All my niggas stone cold
I colored in weather in Chi-Town
Pillsbury, got a lot of dough
Bank account look like a lot of O’s
She wanna kick it like karate though
Suck and fuck me, then it’s time to go

[Pre-Hook]
I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
[?] open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school

[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss

[Verse 2]
I keep it real, no restate
I’m the trillest, no debate
I get it early, fuck release dates
PH far from a cheapskate
Hide my broads in the peak state
MIA like where the Heat stay
Got a white chick and a rainbow
Eat ‘em both together like cheesecake
Then I league play, for pete’s sakes
Stop drop and roll, I’m on fire
I go in head first like a diver
Kill ‘em, I leave no survivors
I might be young but I’m wiser
My role model a MacGyver
I’m the young cracker supplier
Keep my foot on the gas ‘til I retire

[Pre-Hook]
I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
[?] open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school

[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss


Kano – Old School

October 21, 2016

Lyrics

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Ayo, MJ
Let me tell these people why I’m old school, man
I am not a Myspace MC, I’m a pirate MC
From flava to dasha
From rinse to major
Rude boi, don watch dat
When it comes to da roadz, I lock that
Cause when it come to the flowz I got dat
Got cash, you could neva try rob dat
So move, the guy don’t know u
Dat means you ain’t old skool
From one pound-piece to notes, boo
K-A I’m old skool
Look, I’m vocal, but a lot of blokes chat a lot of bres
But the niggas, emotional
I’m old skool
Like opal fruits
Gob-stoppers or new- born babies
I’m a vet but they know they’re cool
They spittin through they headphones
I go back like flava FM
Tells stories by paper
Way before asia
Imitates were AB and M
Sound stars, turntabling top ten
And I was housin G like closer than closer
Till I found the MIC
And the vocals I wrote
I’m so cool with my old skoole shit
Addidas show shoes and my Stan smiths
I’m the man with a PH, 337
From cassettes to my CD seller
Rude boi, now watch dat
When it came to the scene, I locked dat
Cause when it come to the green, I stomp that
Gos cash, you can never ty rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
Dat means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pieces to notes, boo
K-A, so old skool
Beggas hate old skool life, and me?
Niggas know why my boss on da beat
Hardcore, neva go soft on the street
From “boys love girls” to “London Town”
I told the world and knocked London down
Total reputations ain’t deservin
From MCs that put the work in
I had a few tunes before Youtube
And I was a known face, before channel U
PP, reps to EQ
And my prada straps, so f*ck to these suits
Nigga danger-bound, but I’m no pimp fool
And my intro do I play? N O
Look, Look, dats one of my old skool lyrics
And I was an eskimo, Reloadin it
Now my disk gone clear
And yean I could win that battle on da stairs
Rude boi, don watch dat
When it comes to da roadz, I lock that
Cause when it come to the flowz I got dat
Got cash, you could neva try rob dat
So move, the guy don’t know u
Dat means you ain’t old skool
From one pound-piece to notes, boo
K-A I’m old skool