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Macklemore – Willy Wonka (feat. Offset) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)




RIP Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no
Let the truth be told, I’m in the Coogi rope
With the dookie roll, a little Bousie on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doing the tootsie rolls
Thinking about future goals
Hit it what you’ve been on
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m about to lose control
And I’m hoppin’ out, you think it’s Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter is singing "Hakuna Matata"
While they hooting and hollering
I’m maneuvering out to Budapest
Got my baby mama ? and audit the IRS
Been callin’, tryna get into my wallet
But they ain’t getting all up in it
Put my feet up on the ottoman
I oughta be relaxin’, ’cause I’m all about that action boss
I’m a motherfuckin’ icon, boots made of python
I’m met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
Long caddy blue body call it Avatar
I don’t really fuck with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
I got more flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihanas
I took a jet out to Punta Cana
She got her lift from my anaconda
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner
Roll up some cookie, you smell the burner
Willy Wonka probably pour Duss
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the shit up but can’t pipe that bitch up
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl
What would you do for some dope? (flash)
I took a picture for four
I never play with my nose
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold
Pull up in the frog I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the gold shit
Jumpin’ in the crowd off off ?
All in her mouth like Scope
Green Lamborghini, four clover
How many horses up in your motor?
Snakes in the grass, they cobras
Tryna give a hundred like Hova
Raindrop lifestyle emoji
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Gemini




Macklemore – Willy Wonka lyrics




Below are the complete “Willy Wonka” lyrics by Macklemore displayed. These lyrics were added 11 hours ago.

Willy Wonka lyrics

RIP Willy Wonka, watch the roof come off
I pull up in that candy paint, call it Veruca Salt
You cheated and you lied, you broke the rules, my dog
Now you wanna come around when there’s food involved
Hell no
Let the truth be told, I’m in the [?]
With the dookie roll, a little [?] on
I’m eating sushi rolls, doing the tootsie rolls
Thinking about Gucci [?]
I’m in a neutral zone, I’m about to lose control
About to hop out, you thinking I’m Rick Ross
I’m pulling out in that Maybach
And I copped that from the thrift shop
When my daughter is singing “Hakuna Matata”
While they hooting and hollering
I’m maneuvering [?] Budapest
Got my baby mama and [?] the IRS
[?] tryna get into my wallet
But they ain’t getting all up in it
Put my feet up and I’m
[?] relax, cause I’m all about that action boss

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
I’m a motherf*ckin’ icon, boots made of python
I’m met with the Pres and I’m in Obama’s iPod
My front yard got all kinds of cars
I don’t really f*ck with the caviar
6 figures get your 16 Wonka bars, give me that

[Chorus: Offset]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

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[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Verse 2: Offset ]
I got more flavor than Willy Wonka (flavor)
I took three bitches to Benihanas
I took a jet out to Punta Cana
She got her lift from my anaconda
Hands on my hip when I grip the burner
Roll up some cookie, you smell the burner
Willy Wonka probably pour Duss
Blowing up this money like a flu
I pipe the sh*t up but can’t pipe that bitch up
No, Super Bowl ring, but not one Super Bowl
What would you do for some dope? (flash)
I took a picture for four
I never play with my nose
My wrist is a ‘fridgerator cause its cold
Pull up in the [?] I suppose
I was broke when I was a tadpole
Hoppin’ out the gold sh*t
Jumpin’ in the crowd all for [?]
All in her mouth like Scope
Green [?]for clover
How many horses up in your motor?
Snakes in the grass, they cobra
Tryna give a hundred like [?]
Raindrop lifestyle emoji

[Chorus: Offset]
Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka)
Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey)
Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres)
Willy Wonka got a lot of paper (Racks)
Go to take a picture with a raver (Wraith)
I barely see my own neighbors (Where?)
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Willy Wonka, I got flavor
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor
Got flavor like Steph
Willy Wonka, I got flavor

[Post-Chorus: Macklemore]
I woke up like
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka
Bitch, I’m Willy Wonka

[Outro]
Gemini


Rick Ross – Apple Of My Eye (feat. Raphael Saadiq) (Rather You Than Me Album)


[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hahahah!)
Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just being something, man
So at that point what else can you ask for?
(Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Tears runnin’ down a nigga face
In a room full of failures, I feel out of place
Still sleepin’ on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reekin’ through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek, "I wouldn’t trust Nicki
Instead of beefin’ with your dog, you just give ’em some distance"
We all make mistakes, let’s not be too specific
We like, "I rather be a killer than be a statistic"
I never fold, no, I never ran
On my soul, I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the Lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open, I say, "Amen"
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter lookin’ for the smoke
If it’s more than a quarter million, I’ll count it twice
Pucci broke my heart, shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Travelin’ the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
‘Cause the loss of life’s the only thing niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another motherfuckin’ casualty

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
You just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma runnin’ out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga, thought I’d never be nothin’
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dyin’ for the same things
Cop kill a nigga, don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool in the U.S
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but it’s not just ’bout them purses

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (yeah)

[Verse 3: Raphael Saadiq]
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend (always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go
I’ll just fall back, never turn back
Let it go, let it go

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq]
Always speak and say hi
I just never ever walk on by (never ever walk on by)
You even stopped and put one in the sky (the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I (for the love of you and I)


Hi-Rez – No Snakes (Missing Pieces Album)


[Verse 1]
Every day I ate the dollar menu, if it wasn’t on it, couldn’t order that
Fast forward couple years later, McDonald’s paid me like forty racks
Drugs, money, woman, closet, clothes, always knew that there was more than that
I was biking to the studio ’cause I ain’t have a car like the quarterback
They telling me I can’t rap homie ’cause I ain’t got no tats on me
Like the Seahawks in the Super Bowl, labels should’ve never passed on me
To all the girls who rejected me, know that they gonna regret today
Years ago when I was dropping music, all I saw was ‘LOL’ and ‘SMH’
Now they all up in my mentions bruh, asking me to come home now
Helped out way too many snakes so it’s everybody on their own now
Every year I cut my grass lower, no snakes, let me say it twice
Everybody that’s not in my shoes always tryna give me lame advice
Used to be up on the sidelines, now I went at three, I just lay it up
Remember Pops working overtime, coming back home when I was waking up
That’s the reason that I go hard, guess the apple don’t fall far
Had to cut a couple people off ’cause they crossed the line like a false start

[Hook]
I’ve been doing things that I shouldn’t be
Lot of snakes up in my grass, wish they wouldn’t be
I’ve been going hard, running up a cheque
Making people so upset
Guess that’s just the way it be
I’ve been putting on for the ones I love
Putting all my trust in the one above
You can’t tell me nothing that’ll kill my vibe
Right now I feel so alive
Got some liquor in my cup

[Verse 2]
I was on meth, staring at the ceiling
No emotions, I ain’t have no feelings
Stuck in this city all alone
Ain’t no friends who hittin’ my phone
Breaking off bread with the ones who loyal
My whole fam rules they go royal
Still the same kid who came out the mud
But I turned that shit into soil
I grew the vision, no pot to piss in
Remember back then when nobody listened
Never needed nobody else
Did this shit with no fucking help
I was stuck in some bad record deals
Felt like I was living in a cell
But to get to Heaven, gotta go through Hell
Wish I had that money for my brother’ bail
On the road, not picking up my phone, found out that my Grandpa passed
In a couple bad relationships, thank God I got out of that
For a little while, the dreams got blurry, felt like I had some cataracts
Coming up, kids would laugh at me, safe to say I got the last of laughs
Lot of friends turn to enemies, no snakes ’til I fucking die
Doctor had me on depression meds, I was losing my fucking mind
Got on my ass, finally grinding, now every day I wake up loving life
Guess that I just had to go through the dark if I wanted to end up being in the light

[Hook][x2]
I’ve been doing things that I shouldn’t be
Lot of snakes up in my grass, wish they wouldn’t be
I’ve been going hard, running up a cheque
Making people so upset
Guess that’s just the way it be
I’ve been putting on for the ones I love
Putting all my trust in the one above
You can’t tell me nothing that’ll kill my vibe
Right now I feel so alive
Got some liquor in my cup


Post Malone – Congratulations (feat. Quavo) (On The Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)


[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)


Post Malone, Quavo & Metro Boomin – Congratulations (On Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)


[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I gotta play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)


Drake – Sacrifices (feat. 2 Chainz & Youn (More Life Album)


[Verse 1: Drake]
Wrote this shit, January 21
Baby girl, I had to run, I’ll be back a couple months
Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21
They could see me online, but they won’t see me on the ones
I got Dubai plates in the California state
I got her waitin’ at my place, I got no baby on the way
I’m talkin’ Baby like Stunna, I’m talkin’ Baby like Face
Lost millions in the past, I’m talkin’ maybe like eight
Couple niggas from the city
Wishin’ on a star, could they be like Drake
Sorry, no, not today, you gotta find your own way
Big dog from the 6, I’m talkin’ Dogg like Nate
My shit be raw out the gate, I don’t need another take
40 got house on the lake, I ain’t know we had a lake
She complainin’ how I’m late, I ain’t know it was a date
Niggas see me in person, first thing they say is
"I know you need a break"
Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait?
Like a kiss from a rose
I could be the one to seal your whole fate
So be careful what you think, think about what you gon’ say
Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23’s laced
It’s a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, I’m a real one
Few shows, that’s a mil run
When she bust it down
I said, "Thanks for givin’ to me," like a pilgrim
Cold world’ll be chillin’
Earmuffs on the children
Used to trap out the Hilton
Got wood on the Cartiers; that’s a face full of splinters
Count a bankroll for dinner
This the wrong place to enter
Phone sex for breakfast, all kinda women text us
Met her at the Super Bowl
Told her I stayed down the street from Texas
A-Town, I stay down, yeah, it’s all in the wrist
This one here out the fence
Trap jumpin’ like the Carter, we into jumpin’ like Vince
Moved on from the election
Introduced her to the plug
Can’t believe they tried to take the connection
Ooh, girl, you a blessin’, fine ass, be finessin’
Yeah, I love my fans
But I don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
Drench God with the 6 God, point guard and the two guard
"Pretty Girls Like Trap Music"
So I woke up with my wood hard

[Hook: Drake]
And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I was stealin’ from a bitch, back when I was 21
My favorite gun was a SIG, 20 in the clip, head one
Growin’ up, I was a runnin’ back
You never made me ran once
I got shot, sweat started runnin’
That shit was red like Hunt (ketchup)
I’m kickin’ pimpin’ like I punt
But don’t you think shit’s sweet?
I’m talkin’ sweet, thin meat
I’m talkin’ suite like he sleep
We ain’t doin’ too much talkin’
I’m talmbout talkin’ like a speech
Like the President, I kill and meet
I’m talkin’ neat like freak
I’m talkin’ neat like fleek
I’m talkin’ neat like a geek (yeah)
You come with beef, I eat the beat
I’m talkin’ B’s, spellin’ B
Double R, that’s a Rolls, paint it yellow like it’s dairy
I’m talkin’ Rose like Derrick
I’m talkin’ Rolls like a Bentley
Like a new car, I got two keys
Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy seat
Then I heard they been pullin’ all week
I’ma use her name, like, "Who is he?"
You get it? I said I’ma use her name, like, "Who is he?"
Got some gold on, leprechaun sheets
Deep sleep short for deceased
Big bezel on the Patty
I’m talkin’ PADI—I meant Patek
Don’t try to take it, I got guns
I’m talkin’ guns, not pellets
I watch the game from the floor (floor seats)
I’m talkin’ wood, first mattress
I’m talkin’ wood, pants down
I’m talkin’ woods like them clowns (you get it?)
I got my mink off a monkey
I’m talkin’ monkey like Jumanji
All your diamonds partly sunny
I’m talkin’ sunny like D, Sunny
My diamonds wet, it cost me money
I’m talkin’ wet like it’s runnin’ (sink)
I’m talkin’ wet like Katrina (New Orleans)
I’m talkin’ wet like Dasani, huh

[Hook: Drake]
And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessings, shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shout goes out to—


DRAKE – Sacrifices lyrics


Wrote this shit, January 21
Baby girl, I had to run, I be back a couple months
Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21
They could see me online but they won’t see me on the ones
I got Dubai plates in the California state
I got her waitin’ at my place, I got no baby on the way
I’m talkin’ Baby like Stunna, I’m talkin’ Baby like Face
Lost millions in the past, I’m talkin’ maybe like 8
Couple niggas run the city, wishin’ on a star could maybe like Drake
Sorry no, not today, you gotta find your own way
Big dog from the 6, I’m talkin’ Dogg like Nate
My shit be roll out the gate, I don’t need another take
40 got house on the lake, I ain’t know we had a lake
She complainin’ how I’m late, I ain’t know it was a date
Niggas see me in person, first thing they say is, “I know you need a break”
Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait?
Like a kiss from a rose, I could be the one to seal your whole fate
So be careful what you think, think about what you gon’ say
Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23s laced
It’s a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

2 Chainz, I’m a real one
Few shows, that’s a mil run
When she bust it down, I said thanks for givin’ to me like a pilgrim
Cold world, I be chillin’
Elon Musk on the children
Used to trap out the Hilton
Got wood on the Cartiers, that’s a face full of splinters
Count a bankroll for dinner
This the wrong place to enter
Throwin’ sigs, yeah, for breakfast
All kinda women text us
Met her at the Super Bowl, told her I stayed down the street from Texas
A-Town, I stay down
Yeah, it’s all in the Ritz
This one here out the fence
Trap jumpin’ like the Carter
[?] jumpin’ like Vince
Moved on from election
Introduced her to the plug, can’t believe they tried to take the connection
Ooh, girl, you a blessin’
Fine ass, be finessin’
Yeah, I love my fans but I don’t wanna take pictures in the restroom
Dreads god with the 6 god
Point guard and the 2 guard
Pretty girls like trap music so I woke up with my wood hard

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to

I was stealing from a bitch, back when I was 21
My favorite gun was a sig, 20 in the clip, had 1
Growin’ up, I was a runnin’ back, you never made me ran once
I got shot, sweat startin’ runnin’, that shit was real like [?]
I’m kickin’ pimpin’ like I punt, but don’t you think shit’s sweet
I’m talkin’ sweet, them meek, I’m talkin’ sweet like he sleep
We ain’t doin’ too much talkin’, I’m come out talkin’ like a speech
Like the President, I kill a meet, I’m talkin’ meet like freak
I’m talkin’ meek like fleek, I’m talkin’ meek like a geek
You come with beef, I eat the beat
I’m talkin’ beats, spellin’ B
Double R, that’s a Rolls
Paint it yellow like it’s there
I’m talkin’ Rolls like Derek
I’m talkin’ Rolls like a Bentley
Like a new car, I got 2 keys
Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy C
Then I heard they been pullin’ all week
I’ma use a name like who is he, you get it?
I said I’ma use a name like who is he
Got some gold on, that [?]
Deep sleep for deceased
Big bezel on the pati’, I’m talkin’ pati’, I mean panic
Don’t try to take it, I got guns
I’m talkin’ guns, not pellets
I watch the game from the floor
I’m talkin’ wood, first mattress
I’m talkin’ wood, pants down
I’m talkin’ woods like them clowns
I got my mean off a monkey
I’m talkin’ monkey like jumanji
All your diamonds partly sunny
I’m talkin’ sunny like the sunny
My diamonds wet, it cost me money
I’m talkin’ wet like it’s runnin’
I’m talkin’ wet like Katrina (New Orleans)
I’m talkin’ wet like the Sunday, huh

And I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
We seein’ so many blessin’s, this shit don’t make no sense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to him
Yeah, I’m convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin’ ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin’ over us, so shot goes out to


RICK ROSS – Apple Of My Eye lyrics


Just being somebody that the neighborhood respected
And my mama could be proud of, was the apple of my eye
That’s all I ever wanted, just to being something man
At that point what else can you ask for?

Tears running out of a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still sleeping on the floor when you deserve better
Got you reeking through the cold even in warm weather
I told Meek I wouldn’t trust Nicki, instead of beefing with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be to specific
You rather be a killer than be statistic
An never fold no I never ran
On my soul I’ll roll like an avalanche
I thank the lord I got some great friends
That’s why every bottle I open I say amen
Just had seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter looking for the smoke
If its more then a quarter million, Ill count it twice
Poochie broke my heart shit I call it life
An never will I call it rite
Not perfect but I’m the one you would call at night
Traveling the world, I’m just reppin’ my city
But rarely do I hear that this nigga done did it
When niggas in fatigues will keep you intrigued
Cause the loss of lifes the only thing that niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another muthafuckin’ casualty

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(for the love of you and..)

Standin’ on your block but you so out of place
Uncle on the couch, momma running out of space
Lights off so you never tend to speak much
Go your separate ways every time the lease up
A fat ugly nigga thought I’d never be nothing
Another tree stump, happy with his free lunch
Duckin’ pigeons, I’m an eagle on a sunny day
Flap my wings once a week, pray I glide safe
I want fried chicken at my funeral
Rolls Royces, dope boys, Sway interviews
Everybody dying for the same things
Cop kill a nigga don’t nobody gangbang
I’m happy Donald Trump became the president
Because we gotta destroy, before we elevate
Real shit, look at me inside the white house
With a pocket full of weed inside the white house
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury addressing me, mad at my address
Own the biggest residential pool is the US
Drake and Kanye can invite every bitch they ever met
Finger fuckin’ bitches in the holy water
Then I go an tell what happened to my only daughter
So her daddy told it to her firsthand
Never perfect but its not just bout them purses

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(yeah)

The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I was strolling down a dark street
When this girl passed me by
She said you’ve always been a good friend
(Always been a good friend)
And you never never never let me down
I’ll just fall back never turn back
Let it go let it go
I’ll just fall back never turn back
Let it go let it go

Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
(never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(the sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(for the love of you and I)


Post Malone – Congratulations (feat. Quavo)


[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)


Congratulations – Post Malone lyrics


Lyrics Post Malone – Congratulations

My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it.

They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad b*tches, yeahhh
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
If you f*ck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes.

My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it.

I was patient, yeah, ohhh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say congratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Nothing but old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, ayeee.

My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made ittt.
Post Malone lyrics
Video Malone


Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone


[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
(Like Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wan’ be a star
Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If i ever call your phone baby
Best believe its only one time

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone
I’m in the zone


Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)


Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’ (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’mma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody won’t be a star (Real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time (Brrrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’


Childish Gambino – Higher Love

October 28, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..


Childish Gambino – Higher Love Lyrics

October 27, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Hovy with glasses, Weezy but geeky
Girls in the lobby tryin’ to meet me
I ain’t afraid to say it, yeah I love these hoes
And their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Yes, I’m always on tour, what you mad at that for?
Slamming that thing like a Cadillac door
I love fast women, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Have your cake and eat it, baby it’s your birthday
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and uh, uh, uh, uh, oh
Yes, I’m drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I’m coming on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn’t over, haven’t heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire, fireman
Baby, I’m your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I’m in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin’ to find ya
[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It all started with this special herb
Then after that it came to sexual words
I’m meeting shorty up to patch her a verse
She played Bonnie and I collide with a vibe when I’m inside the walls
I cut my shorties on the side cause I decide that she all
Mine’s, I keep her in my eyes at all times
Not because I don’t trust her I just, can’t get enough of her
On the phone late until her mom dukes be cussing her
She played the hustler and I’m like mad customers
Man swear I’m in love and ain’t afraid to admit it
Be blowing up her line, man I swear I’m addicted, but
It’s all cool cause when in love we all fools
They say men lie and women lay naked that’s all foolin’
Numbers don’t matter after the first night
Right, so what the fuck is love at the first sight
If you ask me, another stupid analogy
Made to cover flaws in the female anatomy
But I’m a keep gradually telling these bitches
Don’t front, (don’t front)

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
You the number one trophy wife
So it’s only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I wanna dip that ass in gold, I wanna dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it’s like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that’s the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don’t hate then it won’t be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh..


Young Thug & Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone lyrics

October 5, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)
[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Céline
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time
(Brrrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
I’m in the zone


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