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Future & Young Thug – Patek Water Lyrics





(Intro: Future)
Go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
Southside
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back, don’t go back

(Hook: Future & Young Thug)
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a bronze set, 40 pointers
Ni**a, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a b*tch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
I’m a young gunner, young gunner, young gunner, a ni**a just wet up
We don’t got no time for these boys, just shut up and bet up
The Rollie on Ric Flair, my wrist is just wet up (Whoo)
The plug just called like “What up?”, ni**a don’t let up (Let’s go)
The diamonds are yellow the day, you gotta catch up, yeah
Money on the floor with these hoes, these ni**as can’t pose with us (Can’t pose, no)
How the f**k you sound old, you never grown with us
Diamonds in the ear got big, look ni**a, I told you (They dripping wet)
Flood that Patek in the sea and throw her that straw (Throw her that straw)
All these b*tches dig that with a golden shovel
Secret service, they taking me through the side door (Side, let’s go)
And I promise I can fold with a blindfold

(Hook: Future & Young Thug)
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Ni**a, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a b*tch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

(Verse 2: Offset)
Baguettes on the edge of my neck, I never settle for less (Nah)
Put her on perky and act, I’ma just f**k and forget (Smash)
Mansion that sit on the hill, after my last arrest
Ni**as out here in the field, don’t need a mask or vest (Brr)
Ah, back to back Lambos, repeat it, you like to run when it’s heated (Run)
Back to back AR-15 with the cooler, just in case it get heated
Hop on the wave and drown, my momma been cartier bracelet down(Momma)
Ah, face it down, dirty in my soda, I hate the brown (Uh)
Hold it down ’cause the plug is illegal
Ridin’ ’round with a dub and a eagle (Brr)
I heard that money get evil, prayin’ to god to keep me from demons (God)
She lost in the vibe surrounded by stars, we got her sucking on semen (Ugh)
You gotta survive and sparing no lives
F&N pop at your beanie (Ayy)

(Hook: Future & Young Thug)
Ayy, what kinda water is that? It’s Patek water (It’s Link water)
Ayy, what kinda shooter is jumpin’, splash the water (Thu thu thu thu thu thu thu thu)
Ayy, what kinda whip is that? It came imported
Boy, you rocking a prime set, 40 partners
Ni**a, we changing whips out like new Jordans (Oh Yeah)
Way ahead of yourself, you done outdid yourself (Oh Yeah)
Tryna get me head, ayy, pull up in a red Wraith (Oh Yeah)
Feed a b*tch addys, wrist so lavish (Let’s go)

(Outro: Future)
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We just wanna go snatch a ni**a’s sunroof
We don’t wanna go back to what we been through
We don’t wanna go back, don’t go back




Boss – Lil Pump lyrics




Lyrics Lil Pump – Boss

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, oohhh.

Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
f*ck a nigga b*tch don’t care, damn
Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
Told that b*tch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me s**t
Pop 4 xans then I f*cked a nigga’s b*tch
Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
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Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh.

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh.
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Juicy J – Ain’t Nothing Lyrics


[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, uh huh
Nigga I got the black car from the Spike Lee film

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
This that higher level stunting, make it rain a lot of hundreds
Gave that chick 30k to go get rid of her stomach
I’m a triple OG nigga 20 years and running
All my niggas down to ride like crash test dummies
And J don’t stand in line, I ain’t never never had to wait
I’m the realest in this game, I ain’t never had to fake
Forgiatos on the classic like that bitch got on some skates
Having dinner with Obama smelling like a pound of hay
I might blow a pound a day, smoking KK like a hippie
In the 60’s with this chick, tryna give my dick a hickey
Had to get it out the mud, no wonder why I’m filthy rich
And I’m running through this money like it don’t mean nothing to me, I might

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money, and smashing , she just say nothing

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Pull up in the lowrider two hoes behind us
Police say that they can smell it but I make sure they don’t find it
Hit the corner, slide the ash, Young Khalifa bout his cash
Bout to build another whip and I ain’t even got to brag
Three women got that bitch leanin’
Young Khalifa got the women screamin’
Done deal, done deal when I pull up
It’s a done deal, lift the trunk, still rolling up
And I got one in the front, two in the back
Do what I want, a nigga be like
King of my city [?] running through traffic
This ’61 I’m building ’bout to be a classic
I’m repping Taylor Gang – they asking; paper or plastic?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
(Yeah , Ey Mike-Will, I got [??] , check this out)
Getting paid like ghost do
In the street, in the club too
Designer everything, Ric Flair
I can buy the rap game, brick fair
Buy the bar, smoke that caviar, I’m in the finest car
Push to start, I glow in the dark, I run up the charts
Redbone, vanilla, freaky broad, she gon’ keep me hard
Black car, better play it smart, nigga we in charge
Get paid, young nigga get paid
And I run the game like a fucking arcade
If we talking money then I got a raise
Drink so strong, they think i got it laced

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the highest bottle like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll buy 20 bottles for the club like it ain’t nothing
Drop a hundred thou’ like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a brand new car like it ain’t nothing
Buy a new crib like it ain’t nothing
Bitch I’ll go and buy a ton of bad bitches like it ain’t nothing
Pull a hundred thou’, I mean ain’t nothing
When you getting money [?]


Chief Keef – Falling On The Floor (Two Zero One Seven Album)


[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor

[Verse 1]
Slam dunk, layup, pull up, three point, what up
Boy, you’re such a woulda coulda shoulda
Pull up on you in a what the uh uh
Rollin’ up a egg roll, do you want some?
Run down on you, time to make you fumble
Let off ten shots and I made you stumble
Got that Ric Flair, do you want to rumble?
I am Tarzan made it outta jungle
Now I’m feet up countin’ stupid paychecks
If you got a problem, nigga, say that
Sharper than an axe, cleaner than AJAX
Be worried about how many shots this K got

[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor

[Verse 2]
Hey bitch, what’s your name?
Hit the party, yeah, the gang’s here
We finna leave, these niggas lame here
I’m finna hop up in a reindeer
I’m finna pick up all the slut hoes
I don’t really wanna fuck though
I kill you with my own hands
Fo’nem who want me to bust though
Bitch, I’m still with that street shit
Clip longer than a fuckin’ selfie stick
Be in your grass, yeah, I’m still on that creep shit
I’ll hop out in your hood and take a pee bitch
Let’s get it, catch up

[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor


Wale – Heel Face Freestyle (Priorities 5 Album) letras

October 20, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Woah, yo
Fuck them niggas who hate, yea
Now we soundin’ sweet, go!
(Sample: “Too sweeeeeeeet!”)

[Hook]
Fuck them niggas who hate, duck them bitches who fake
Everybody is real and everybody two-faced
Heel, face, heel, face, heel, wait
Fuck them niggas who hate, duck them bitches who fake
You could be an earthquake or be a snake
Heel, face, heel, let’s get it
Fuck with me

[Verse]
Fuck them bitches who fake, all my shit on my plate
Got me under a fake one like you’re Donald’s toupé
No real knowledge on foreign policy, obviously bait
But it’s obvious broken promises shall be your fate
I’m like the coldest, the dopest poet
No bullshit, I’m so devoted
I got at like 40 bitches, but I always go with Chloe
My baby mama, G, my baby mama, G
Label took like 40 hours for no MED’s
And, pick up the Maybach
I put these niggas in pieces, I duck shit
And watch these niggas walk in feces on features
See, the problem is
They’re Malcolm Jamal Warner, I’m Malcolm X
Compare, yea, realest nigga everywhere
Keep my peeps in Christian and they never gon’ loose their Edge
Fuck it though, we like, fuck it though
Me and Sean, Big Puffy though
He been on for a minute now
But when him around I’ma double up
Dropped one, hit a number one
Fuck you niggas, I’m goin’ number one
Fuck you niggas, I’m Curt Hennig
Y’all niggas lookin’ like bubble gum
Real shooter, Prince Balor
Real shooter, Prince Devitt
Only Buddha, no Len Bias
Nobody try us, we’re too excellent
The execution here too special
Bless the booth, what I do special
You’re a main event? I’m a main event
What I do? Pay-per-view special
You sleep on Folarin still?
I’m peepin’ on you artists still
MMG still the hottest deal
Like Ric, Tully, and Arn still
I’m on my Ric Flair
Hit your head, infared weapon, no sixes
I’m on my Nature Boy
Niggas try to fuck up my money
Still leave with the gold

[Hook]
Fuck them niggas who hate, fuck them bitches who fake
You could be an earthquake or be a snake
Heel, face, heel, face, heel, yea
Fuck them niggas who hate, fuck them bitchs who fake
Everybody is real and everybody two-faced
Heel, face, heel, face


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