Tag: Rosetta Stone


Trippie Redd – Everything BoZ Lyrics




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[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Fuck nigga, what you want? Huh (What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Movie role)
I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, ’cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition
Pussy nigga, you ain’t really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband ‘posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin’, yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain’t that
Boy be telling, yeah, can’t fuck with these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It’s a Glock .40

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)




Shoreline Mafia – Pressure Lyrics




[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Pull some of that bass out, Bruce
Club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
He gon’ meet this Beretta
What you gon’ do when we put on that pressure?
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
If the club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
If a nigga wanna book me, he gon’ meet this Beretta
What you gon’ do when we put on that pressure?
I know these niggas broke, why don’t you get you some cheddar?
Ayy, put that pressure on (That pressure on)
Tried to dap, he took a stretcher home (Stretcher home)
Ayy, the upper echelon
You ain’t talkin’ money, you Rosetta Stone

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I know these niggas snitchin’, know these niggas tellin’ (I know they tellin’)
You hang around with pussies, all my niggas felons (All my niggas felons)
He try to run up on me, I’ma bust his melon (Bust his melon)
She said that pussy mine, I said we finna sell it (Finna sell it)
The more money you get, the more these niggas jealous (Niggas jealous)
You ain’t gotta like it, nothin’ you can tell us (You can tell us)
I just spilled some lean on these Mike Amiris (Mike Amiris)
I just popped a bean, got up out my feelings (Pop a bean)
Crazy how this money change the people around
I just popped another seal, I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m empty all the bullets, now I’m cleanin’ ’em down
We gon’ get this nigga gone and we won’t make a sound (Shh)
I know this nigga pussy, I’ma give him some rounds
I know I hit it better, girl, your nigga a clown
I’ma hit it how he couldn’t, yeah, I’m beatin’ it down
And I know this nigga know it, bet it’s eatin’ him now

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin & Ohgeesy]
Hmm, now, yeah, hey, I need twenty or better
If a nigga wanna book me, he gon’ meet this Beretta
What you gon’ do when we put on that pressure? (Put on that pressure)
Yeah, huh? (Hey), when we put on that pressure
Got a couple charges in the back of the Tesla
I only hit it once and now she thinkin’ she special

[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
Uh, I put the press on these niggas, ayy
Used to sell the press to these niggas, man
I don’t dress like these niggas, man
That’s your ho? Why she naked on my niggas, man?
Look, I’m gettin’ paid like twenty or better
She wanna fuck on me just ’cause I get her wetter
Screamin’ out, “Stop it,” baby girl, I ain’t gon’ let it
I’m screamin’ out, “Free my niggas,” free that young nigga Ketchup
I been rollin’ hella hard, I been poppin’ them Teslas
I been rollin’ hella hard, I been poppin’ them Teslas
Damn, I been poppin’ them beans
I been poppin’, hella poppin’, what the fuck do you mean?
Smokin’ dope, spent a thousand dollars all on my jeans
When you poppin’, hella poppin’, you can do all these things
Yeah, ayy, you can do all these things
When you poppin’, hella poppin’, you can do all these things

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
If the club wanna book me, I need twenty or better
If a nigga wanna book me, he gon’ meet this Beretta
What you gon’ do when we put on that pressure?
I know these niggas broke, why don’t you get you some cheddar?
Ayy, put that pressure on (That pressure on)
Tried to dap, he took a stretcher home (Stretcher home)
Ayy, the upper echelon
You ain’t talkin’ money, you Rosetta Stone


Kash Doll – Rich Talk Lyrics


[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Bond No. 9, smell me all the time
Trap still, drop the Jordan number nine
Kash Doll counting, I don’ cashed out
Made a million dollars on a cash route
Homer Simpson, dope doer all the time
All the blue flame ain’t hard to find
Shooters on deck with me all the time
Push the envelope if you cross the line
Broke nigga need a translator
You be talking to investigators
Nigga on me, fuck his baby momma
Made her suck the dick with a condom

[Hook]
Mixed the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
Aye!
My conversations always, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Wrist prezzi, rolex, Trump- Obama
Hop up in the Maybach, I’m with Ricky
I’m with Scrilla, we the ones in every city
Look, waist snatched, ass fat, you know them titties
Gold chains, Coogi sweater, bitch I’m Biggie
Don’t pull it out the lot if it ain’t fucking kidding
Talking dinero, dollar, pound and peso bitches
Pussy so delicious, Chanel all in my dishes
Louis Vuittons six inches, when I handle all my buisness
About to pick the check up like a Nike bag!
Bank tellers love me, baby why you mad?
Aye!

[Hook]
Mister the Alize with the Remy
Trapping for like four or five bitches
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A hundred thousand dollars nigga rich talk
Two hundred thousand nigga, rich talk
Half a mil nigga, rich talk
If it’s ’bout the money then it’s rich talk
A million dollars nigga, rich talk

[Verse]
I’m about to count a meal, me & Scrill
It’s four stories like a book inside my crib (levels)
MTV need to look at how I live
So when I talk that rich talk, you bitches know it’s real
I bought some Giuseppe’s just to wear them on a P.J
Got so many pair, you might never see a replay
My shit play up in Stroker’s, send a bottle to the D.J
Cell phone buzzing, the promoter’s say they need me
Rich talk, these Rosetta Stone’s
Different language when the fetty grows
KDmoji’s, for that rich talk
Even when I’m quiet, bitch my wrist talk

[Hook]


Kash Doll – Dividends Lyrics


[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse 1]
I need at least 2 commas, cause I ain’t that kind
Not even fifty k, could get me out my pajamas
I need one point something, cause I want one point nothing
Had to turn in to something
And nothings not an option
When your life is worth fortune
I want it all, fuck a portion
I love the way my hair blow in that Panamera Porsche
And I love the [?] on my wine pop cork
I’m in a pent house top floor, and love a silk Versace robe
That I keep my pussy sweetened, my nigga do you hear me?
When I say you can’t afford me, I’m all about my Benji’s
Bitch never will I fall, I made the game look pretty
Bitch my name Kash Doll!

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me

[Verse 2]
It’s Kash Doll vs Keisha, hoe
The flow hot but some people say that Keisha cold
I just came here for the motherfucking piece of dough
I want the greens like the motherfucking reefa smoke
Designer bitch, double C’s on my low low
Chanel bag, I’m in love with that Coco
Chocolate bitch, he in love with that cocoa
I make it bounce, he in love with the pogo
I’m just saying that my diamonds be Rosetta Stone
Foreign shit, need a passport to get ’em home
Roof disappear, and now the top gone
I need some motherfucking butter on my popcorn
Get it right!

[Hook]
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
I just came in here for the dividends
I just came in here for the dividends
2 commas, need a million
3 commas, need a billion
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
You ain’t getting money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
If you ain’t getting money
Can’t get nothing from me