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Birdman & Roddy Ricch – STUNNAMAN Lyrics


[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo, woo
Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo, woo (D-Roc)

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
We was runnin’ outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I’ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills
All of my niggas outside for real
I’m ’bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea
It’s a lot of fake niggas, I’ma die real
I be hanging outside with guerillas
Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas
Niggas rather be fly than realer
And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up
I’m in the gang for the dirty-dirty
My right hand keep a .30 clip
I done did some time with the murderers
I ain’t gotta shine on purpose, huh
Platinum every time I put out (Put out)
Trap house lookin’ like a cookout (Cookout)
He creepin’ up, get the red dot, headshot

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Birdman]
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
We was runnin’ outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I’ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Stunna)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Rich Gang)

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Cap a slingshot on eighty shit, cherry wood in all my whips
Do it big, that label shit
Created shit but stayed hood rich (Stayed rich)
That’s how we lace this shit, get money, stay break a bitch
At the top of hill, another shootout
With a hundred mil’, we weighed that shit (We weighed that shit)
Chanel bag, jewelries be hundred or mo’ (Hundreds or mo’)
And I got my whole hood on go (Hood on go)
Bird call, I hit a lace then got ghost (Got ghost)
Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch, Birdman & Lil Wayne]
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
(Blatt)
We was runnin’ outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I’ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go (Yeah)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze (Yeah, yeah)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Uh)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Roddy Ricch]
Stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan
Chrome Heart bust down, I weigh it underhand
Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band
Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag
‘Bout to pop another Xan’, ’bout to smoke a hundred grams
I’ma be who I am, you are not what I am
Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man
But the light just might be a train comin’, man
I had to spend some money to win some money
I had the rooftop down but still had the tints up on it
Weed so good, I tensed up on it
Lil’ ho tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me
Rose gold look like ketchup on me
I let that chopper ring with no holy matrimony
All red like Patrick, homie
Redbone, got her lashes on me
I can’t even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie
Told bae I’m in the booth, you gon’ have to play with the pussy on FaceTime
Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (Yeah)

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Lil Wayne]
I bought a white Bentayga (Yeah)
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship (Yeah)
We was runnin’ outside from the jakes (Yeah)
Now I put a lot of ice in the face (Yeah)
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut (Yeah, yeah)
And I got a ride with the tuck-up (Yeah, yeah)
Gave a hundred racks to my brother (Yeah, yeah)
Pop out a check, I’ma fuck up (Yeah, yeah), huh (Huh)
And I got the whole hood on go (Whole hood on go)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze (Froze)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Mula)


Young Dolph – Meech (Gelato Album)


[Intro]

Yeah
Hey man, you seen my phone?
Which one man?
Not that phone the trap phone
Paper route Business bitch

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it to cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 1]
My car don’t got a top
It’s money when I talk
Got a beam on my Glock
And I’m drinking rock
Lil momma so fine I went up in that pussy raw
Then I fucked her friend
She said, you a Dolph?
They want me dead so now I’m flexing even harder!
I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water
Fucked her on the side
It’s a homicide
Numbers don’t lie
My trap on fire
Everytime you see my I be lit as fuck
In the strip club throwing that shit up
I feel like shawty low
I’m the man
Two-stepping counting paper that’s my money dance

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 2]
Damn I feel like meech
I think we BMF
Slamming all these pounds i need a championship belt
Pull up, Pick up, Pull out, Drop out, Top off, It’s Dolph!, Cough Syrup, No cough
Yeah I come from a place where they don’t make it out
Young Nigga snorting pills ready to take you out
My bitch bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday
Medicine, Water, Sipping, For real
I got your bitch skinny dipping at the crib
Serving, Counting, Smoking ounces
I just made a plate for 300k

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech


Young Dolph – Meech


[Intro]

Yeah
Hey man, you seen my phone?
Which one man?
Not that phone the trap phone
Paper route Business bitch

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it to cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 1]
My car don’t got a top
It’s money when I talk
Got a beam on my Glock
And I’m drinking rock
Lil momma so fine I went up in that pussy raw
Then I fucked her friend
She said, you a Dolph?
They want me dead so now I’m flexing even harder!
I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water
Fucked her on the side
It’s a homicide
Numbers don’t lie
My trap on fire
Everytime you see my I be lit as fuck
In the strip club throwing that shit up
I feel like shawty low
I’m the man
Two-stepping counting paper that’s my money dance

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 2]
Damn I feel like meech
I think we BMF
Slamming all these pounds i need a championship belt
Pull up, Pick up, Pull out, Drop out, Top off, It’s Dolph!, Cough Syrup, No cough
Yeah I come from a place where they don’t make it out
Young Nigga snorting pills ready to take you out
My bitch bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday
Medicine, Water, Sipping, For real
I got your bitch skinny dipping at the crib
Serving, Counting, Smoking ounces
I just made a plate for 300k

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech


2 Chainz – Countin (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

November 4, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Gotta eat me a rapper today
I forgot to eat, fuck it

[Verse 1]
Smokin’ out my brain cells
Got the trap doin’ numbers
Got everybody wonderin’
How the hell I come back
N all summer got back to back to back back
What’s happenin’, where ya at, where ya at
Hit the bitch on the chirp
No panties with the skirt
Nigga try to take the work
Nigga get your ass blaw
Get your ass gunned down
Ridin’ here 100 rounds
Don’t make me have to flashback, nigga, and go buy 100 pounds
Drop ’em off downtown, smoke a L anyway
Y’all niggas in the way
Money beat any case yeah
My hundreds hold they breath, cause they blue in the face
Roberto Cavalli, Dolce and Gabbana
Louis and Vuitton ’em
My pajamas designer, yeah

[Hook]
Pop a rubber band start countin’
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain
(x4)

[Verse 2]
Pop a rubber band start countin’
Put everything on the counter
Buy everything on the counter
Shoppin’ bag got me off balance, uh
Bet a hundred thousand with the Falcons
Lost a hundred thousand with the Falcons
I’mma get it back cause I’m natural
I put my X at the end like Malcolm
Got crab legs by the gallons
Got lobster tail by the pallet
Walk in the club dialis
Sippin’ codeine with the scallops
Got long hair no weave in it
Swag was a race I’d lead nigga
Yeah I’m Bank ID nigga
Who me I’m V.I.P nigga
Shopping spree when I feel like it
I don’t really look at the prices
Drivin’ crazy with no license
Fish scale nigga no Pisces
Pop a rubber band start countin’
Pop a rubber band buy ounces
Really love to know how ya feel today
Pop a rubber band start bouncin’

[Hook]
Pop a rubber bands start countin’
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain (Yeah)
(x4)