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Mila J – Lit (Dopamine Album)




[Intro]
DJ Mutha Fuckin Scream
I’ll bust ya wig in this bitch
100 round drum on a stick
I fucks with ya nigga

[Hook]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit like a wick
Lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I’m lit in this bitch
I bust a nut on ya bitch
Lit, lit
Cameras stay lit
Diamonds they lit
Bic, lit
Ya bitch wanna lick
The way that I drip
Drip, drip
Shawty drippin Aquafina, drippin
Slaughter Gang, we don’t leave a witness
Abusing drugs nigga like Im Whitney
Lit, lit, lit

[Hook]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit like a wick
Lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like my wrist
I’m lit like my necklace
I got the stick for the hecklers
I’m lit in this hoe
I pick and I roll
I do what I want
How could I stop when I’m on the go
Heard you be getting that shit off the boat
Heard you be having that shit for the low
Well nigga we gon’ need a load
Well nigga we gon’ need some mo’
We breakin bread like its toast
Step out the bottom no toes
Bet that bitch gon do the most
Just to hop in the Lam or the Ghost
When you poppin you poppin
No wonder you shoppin you hop out and cop it and go
But you got to know that every dollar that you spend should make ya some mo
These bitches ain’t loving you
They lovin yo dough, they take it and go
These bitches ain’t nothing but scavengers
So I feed these hoes to my savages

[Hook]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit like a wick
Lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
300 thou worth of ice on
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
Pulled up at the club
That muthafucka lit
That rich nigga shit
I just hit a lick
He like talkin shit
But I fucked his bitch
I keep buying all these muthafuckin cars I ain’t got no sense
I tell a fuck nigga fuck you nigga and the pussy nigga next to ya
Dolph walk up in that muthafucka and you see all these bitches lookin
I got this bitch lit, I got this bitch lit, I got that bitch lit
Roll me some weed fuck with some bitches
Tomorrow same shit different city

[Hook]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit like a wick
I’m lit like a stick
I’m lit in this bitch
I’m lit in this bitch




Pull up wit ah stick – SahBabii lyrics




Lyrics SahBabii – Pull up wit ah stick

She loyal to the M.O.B
Poured a couple Cappos and 100 f*cking dons
Call up Slaughter Gang you’ll get yo sh*t popped
Dracco wit ah Drum this b*tch ain’t never gone stop
We on that 9th Ward sh*t
Slaughter Gang sh*t brings throw sh*t It’s the mob b*tch
We got M.O.B tides you just on our dick
Pull up wit ah stick and ya pus*y’s gettin hit.
Pull Up Wit ah Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , f*ck a friend
b*tch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin.

Free O murder Mob sh*t
Big Sticks Get Gettin kept
Thought she was dancing on the dick that’s the clip
We gone shoot up in the air you gettin hit
This GF , we ain’t clickin up wit sh*t
Got ya hoe screaming “woeee woeeeee woee”
My verses seein, we gone “floww flow flow”
And you know we been having sh*t
All of these niggas is average
Swallow my dick just like a brisk
We 25 hundred no athrawrist so many blue strips
My pocket look like a crip
Throw up the pansents
f*ck nigga have it
Oh i’m mobbin you starvin
You a victim I’m robbing.

She loyal to the M.O.B
Poured a couple Cappos and 100 f*cking dons
Call up Slaughter Gang you’ll get yo sh*t popped
Dracco wit ah Drum this b*tch ain’t never gone stop
We on that 9th Ward sh*t
Slaughter Gang sh*t brings throw sh*t It’s the mob b*tch
We got M.O.B tides you just on our dick
Pull up wit ah stick and ya pus*y’s gettin hit
And ya pus*y’s gettin hit.

Pull Up Wit ah Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , f*ck a friend
b*tch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin.

Free O murder
Mob sh*t Purp Gang dats my gang
Loaded Family, nigga ain’t no way i’m chang
Get the commas , get the cash , do the numbers
I been grinding all summer gettin dat lumber
Pull up we takin sh*t pull up we lay that sh*t down
You know we ain’t basic b*tch
Pull up on yo hood wit dem rounds
My wrist is on a 10
I’m in dat benz I let her get in No i ain’t her friend
Loso Loaded coming straight out the jungle
Loso Loaded coming straight out the dirty
Loso Loaded get that check on the 30
Loso Loaded get that check on the 1st
Crime paid did a lot that i chose
I’m slaughter gang , nigga draped up in gold
Head Cap yea it came wit da kit
Base Loaded nigga i’m on my sh*t
Burning Rubber on a purpdrokit
Pull up wit a stick and i let it hit
I pull up wit a stick and i let it hit
I pull up wit a stick and i let it hit.

Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , f*ck a friend
b*tch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin
Free O murderrr.
SahBabii lyrics
Video stick


Travi$ Scott – Outside (feat. 21 Savage) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)


[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah automatic
Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I’m at is static, but it ain’t got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I’ve never seen
Won’t you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
We been hangin’ outside, goin’ in
Outside not goin’ in
Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz
Checkin’ out, never checkin’ in
We been outside, not goin’ in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin’ on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin’ on me
Cause just last week I rest in peace’d a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up?
Was it for the image or for the pictures?
You always seem to show up when I’m at the mixes
Cause you know I’m not myself when I’m off the liquor
Off the lean, it’s always better off the lean

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21
All my niggas outside, pillow talkin’ sneak dissin’
Get a nigga jaw wired
Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw’s tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties, I’m a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I’m draped in Avianne, I ain’t got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin’ shit for real
10 bad bitches, suckin dick and eatin’ pills
And I keep that Tommy nigga, and I ain’t talkin’ Hil
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill
I’m a real nigga, fuck niggas can’t feel
Plus I get inside that bowl and skurt, skurt, skurt
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt
I just copped that Bentley truck I skurt, skurt, skurt
Bitch, I’m outside on the percs, percs, percs

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my niggas outside
Ain’t goin’ in
We been hangin’ outside
Ain’t goin’ in
All my niggas outside


Lotto Savage – Trapped It Out (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane) letras

October 19, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

[Verse 1]
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap going crazy
Junkie heat the dope, fiendin’ for the blow
Nosey old neighbor (double up)
Keep on calling twelve while pushing bail
Someone gon’ pay up
Pour up the 4’s and the lemonade while
We cook up in the microwave
TMT, Slaughter Gang
Gotta keep the choppa by the door
Fourty in the sofa, I’ve been whippin’ soda
Plug came in with the pains
Drop it in the soda, got me leanin’ over
Beat the block, and gotta feed the block
[?]
Selling ice cream to a dope fiend
Buying ice cream for the children

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out

[Verse 2]
If you take a picture, it’ll last longer
On your ass like some pants on you
Slaughtergang, slaughtergang, 2-gang, murdergang, smash homie
Trap house going crazy
Beat the block, now I’m having cash homie
All my nigga thinkin’ everybody bloody
Nigga playing, we gon’ spazz on him
I come from a Penny, no Hardaway
Now I heat the club and make a title wave
I got stain, I’m poppin’ like a microwave
I trapped the whole house out in Michael J
Michael Jackson that them Jimmy Choo
Drop the Mortal Kombat off and finish you
You tried to gain, nigga outbidded you
Lotto Savage having plenty juice

[Hook]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out

[Outro]
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out
I’m really living what I’m rapping ’bout
It ain’t nothin’ for me to cap about
All my life I had to trap it out
I took you whole house and I trapped it out


21 Savage – Mind Yo Business (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

October 12, 2016

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[Verse 1]
I can tell these nigga’s scared the way they talk
Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork
Pull up on your block, white chalk
Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk
I’ma cut your fingers off if you shout
Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause
Hundred round drum, round of applause
Bitches know I got that bag Santa Claus
I drink lean and I pop Xans
Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan
Poppin’ molly nigga, San-Tan
I’m back on that bullshit again
I wanna fuck your best friend
I just went a bought a brand new Benz
Bitch I came from the bottom
We was starving, we was robbing

[Hook]
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
We ain’t with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch ’em out back, roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass

[Verse 2]
Five shooters in the back of the Uber nigga and they ready to shoot
I tie my laces, I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a boof
I’m the Slaughter King nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you
You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon’ come out the blue
Bullet holes in my body, paranoid I’ma pop it
If you snitchin’ I’ma pop it, wrong move, I’ma drop it
.15 in my sock, trappin’ at the bus stop
Came from a nickel rock, now I got a whole block

[Hook]
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
We ain’t with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch ’em out back, roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass


21 Savage – Dip Dip (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

October 12, 2016

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[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer then a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip

[Verse 1:]
Young Savage pull up on your fucking on your mother. (your mother)
Young Savage, bitch im hanging with my brothers. (brother)
Slaughter Gang savages yeah them my brothers. ( yeah them my brother)
Slaughter Gang got choppers like under covers. (pew pew pew)
Hit that bitch with a rubber. (yeah)
Fuck her on the dresser boy i fuck her on the covers. (yeah, yeah)
I keep a lethal weapon like my name Danny Glover (yeah)
Im just here to fuck yah baby I ain’t here to love (21)
Send you to yah nigga cause I heard he a sucka (sucka)
If he run up on me like a swisher ima a bust em (buuh)
Pop pop pop pop nigga get to duckin’ (duckin’)
Im a ladies man bitches call me mc’ lovin (yahhhhhh)

[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer then a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip

[ Verse 2:]
Skert skert skert, scrap the motha fuckin’ bowl up
Young savage bitch im in the kitchen cooking cola
Real street nigga man I love that baking soda
Bitch get on my nerves, I pour a muthafuckin 4 up? (mud, mud)
Told that nigga get his funds up. (yeah)
Rep that Sex Money so you know i got my guns up
Word on the street savage fucked your baby mamma (i did) Jamaican don dada i murder for fun yah
I bought that bitch a Benz cause she use to drive a Honda. (wuu wuu)
You been skripping all your life and you still stay with your mamma (broke ass bitch)

[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip