Tag: Ric Flair


Young Thug – Slimed In Lyrics




[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 1: Nechie]
Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?), we won’t walk (we won’t walk)
Take ’em down, knock ’em off (knock ’em off)
Yeah my slimes wit me, I was born tinted
You can see who in it, presidential limit
You can see we winnin’, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
I put VVS’ in my mouth (in my mouth)
Straight out the south (out the south), I got clout
I’m with chain gang, now I’m out (now I’m out)
You ain’t gang gang gang, take ’em out (take ’em out)
I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?
Bitch I’m slicker than a muh, get it out the soil
Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy?

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in Balmain, it didn’t cost a thing
I’m not 2 Chainz, I got forty (I got forty)
I bust your brain, since we speakin’ of brain
Make your hoe give brain then get lost (then get lost)
I paint her face, you can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair, I got 70 Rollies
I rock big [checks?], Chinchilla minks, when she cozy
You ain’t gang gang gang gang gang, why you talkin’?
I bought 20 cars for every year that I was walkin’
Made her get an abortion, she ain’t nothing but a thottie
And I got way better bitches ’round I can lock in, I’m still bossin’

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 3: Nechie]
Nechie slang slang slang, ain’t gon waste no time
Boy you ain’t my kind, I get cheese, you drop dimes
Prezi diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my ear (yeah)
Nechie Houdini, I make him disappear (oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off)
Fuck twelve, yeah we smashin’ on a cop car (cop car)
I’m out on bail sippin’ clean, yeah that real raw (raw)
I’m a thug, I don’t give no damn about no DA or no judge
I get it out the mud (yeah yeah)
Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah)
Give ’em hell (hell), I might call Lil Baby for a bale, don’t need no scale (scale)
Southside, youngin’ on my side on the mayor




Kanye West – 4th Dimension lyrics




[Intro: Louis Prima]
Down the chimney, he will come
With his great big smile
And you’ll find that even the kiddies
Are swingin’ in the latest style
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringing?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
It feels so good it should cost
Bought an alligator, I ain’t talkin’ Lacoste
Made me say, “ooh, uh”
Like I’m mixing Master P and Rick Ross (uh,uh)
She seem to make me always feel like a boss (uh,uh)
She said I’m in the wrong hole, I said I’m lost (uh,uh)
She said I’m going too fast, I’m exhausted
Now drop to your knees for the offerin’
This the theme song, oh something wrong
Might need a intervention for this new dimension
That’s too new to mention, offer it in a sentence
If I get locked up, I won’t finish the sent-

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Laughter]

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Gettin’ loose while I’m on the deuce, see me roll up
What you surfin’ the coast, and I spend it, I got
Plenty of bitches for the evening, we could journey we off
For the light that got us home, we in the moment oh oh
Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had
What’s the cost, boy? Losing everything that I had
She been on me boy, unless you got something to tell
Sittin’, waitin’ for me slippin’, yeah I’ll see you in hell
Tell the cougar get up off me, no my soul ain’t for sale
All the evils in the world I keep it on me for real
I really hope the Lord won’t hurt me, we all live in sin
Kids see ghost of the Rolls, Ric Flair on your bitch
Now this the theme song, this the theme song
The put the beams on, get your, get your dream on
But you don’t hear me though, drama: we let it go
Watch the guitars roll and let your friends know

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Outro: Shirley Ann Lee]
Just do that and then let the music do something, then do that again, that’d be enough for a record
I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know, three minutes max—


Belly – Maintain lyrics


(feat. NAV)

[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me, 20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days, no days off, and I maintain
Ballin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish), same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt), I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud, bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby, I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man, my little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones, my queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home, who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain jane
Me and Belly, XO, same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts and my chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsanne havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing, watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah


Yung Gravy – Knockout Lyrics


[Intro]
Gravy!
Ay ay ay ay ay
Gravy train nature boy Ric Flair pop shit
Think I’m Randy Savage when I hit you with that drop kick

[Chorus]
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out

[Verse 1]
Ay bitch gravy back in business
Flexin on your mama till its motherfucking Christmas
I could take your bitch while I’m wearing all Gap
I could walk into your label take a nap
And still get racks
Dr. J fuck your sister everyday (ay)
I just beat your dad 5 times in croquet (ay ay)
Gravy don’t play (bitch)
Cook up a fucking fillet (bitch)
I had a coochie buffet
Back where I stay shit was gourmet (bitch)
Yung Gravity I come and pull your bitch (pull your bitch)
Your mama’s fantasy I come and scratch that itch (scratch that itch)
You a blasphemy if you be talking shit (talking shit)
Yung Catastrophe, landslide on your bitch (Woah)

[Chorus]
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out

[Verse 2]
Bitch, it’s Mr. Clean, call me Dr. Pristine
When I walk across the water make it steam
I got water, I got trees, I got salsa, I got steeze
When I walk up in the building everyone get on they knees
Gravy make you feel like you off of the narcotics
When you really at your crib sipping Bombay with the tonic
Whenever I start talking, man that shit sounds so harmonic
Jumped through your bitch quick, think I’m fucking Sonic
Icicle mentality
Southern hospitality
Your sister’s ass got a lack of proportionality
Hit it anyway despite the impracticality
Gravy come through finesse your home, municipality

[Chorus]
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out
Hop in, walk out
Pipe up, clock out
New wrist, watch out
Lil bitch that’s a knock out


Belly – Maintain (feat. NAV)


[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me
20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days
No days off, and I maintain
Bowlin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish)
Same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt)
I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud
Bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby
I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man
My little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones
My queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home
Who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain Jane
Me and Belly XO same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts summer chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsane havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing
Watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain Janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah


Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip


[Intro]
(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga! (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)

[Verse 1]
Poppin’ but you really not gon’ shoot (pop)
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo)
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it (hoe)
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me (hoe)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)

[Verse 2]
Told my fam I got the gang with me (gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me? (ha-ha)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt!)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (north, nawf)
Amateur brain, yea we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it (hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s car collision (brrt-brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
My shooter keep begging "please", he ready to wack a nigga (please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
I’m giving your hoe away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
We get at it, then we ‘gone pray with the pastor’s scriptures (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)


21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip


Bijan 4 The 1 Time
Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga!

[Offset:]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Poppin’ but you really not ‘gone shoot
Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hula hoops
Hope in my Bentayga, Hennessy [?] masseuse
Balenciaga, [?], Valentino boots
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Told the fam, "Got the gang with me"
Bought my purple [?], got some rain on it
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division
Amateur brain, yeah we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s apocalypse
I met your mandatory, I’m told that means I had to get it
My shooter keep begging "please," he’s ready to wack a nigga
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I’m giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga
We go at it, then we ‘gone play with the plastic stretchers

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits


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
Versuri-lyrics.info
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.
Lil Pump lyrics
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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