Tag: Tom Ford


Chevy Woods – On Me




[Intro]

[Hook]
I got more than your rent on me
Ayy, I got your bitch on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
Bitch I’m fly, you ain’t got shit on me

[Verse 1]
You keep rapping bout the trap house but we know you faking
Bitch keep talking like she single but she knows she’s taken
If you ain’t fucking, keep it moving, I can’t do no waiting
If you could snatch her man she’s yours, I don’t do no hating

[Hook]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me

[Verse 2]
All these hundreds I be dumbing ooh
Girl don’t run away from it ooh
That pussy splashing, it feel like a pool
All these diamonds on me icy cool
Wow, she from the UK, baby girl a model
Ayy, said she a drinker, help me kill the bottle
Woah, we out in Aspen, I got Gucci goggles
[?] top me in the cabin, told her not a problem

[Hook]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me




QQ – “Nah Go Home” Lyrics




(Intro)
Mi nah tell nuh lie the party so nice
The amounta a gyal deh by mi side
Mi have gyal pon the lef an pon the right
Mi sure mi nah go home tonight

(Chorus)
To how the vibes right
To how mi feel nice
No, mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Gyal buss weh like kite an a bubble all night
No, mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Party all ’till day light no time fi buss fight
No, mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Gyal wishper inna mi hears say har head feel light
No, mi nah lef’, mi nah go home

(Verse 1)
Di gyal dem buss out take over video light
di amount a gyal deh inna mi eye sight
who fah skin pretty
who no donkey nuh bite
which one a dem mi ago tek home tonight
Foreign yuh wah go I can give yuh a flight
Gyal treat mi good an mi a treat yuh right
Mi tek one off a yuh frien’ the other night
An mi couldn’ believe when mi get you last night
How come, you body righter than yuh frien’
How come, a you where the dear things dem
How come, you nuh have no money problem
How come,a you get the mistraught dem, how come

(Chorus)
To how the vibes right
To how mi feel nice
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Gyal buss weh like kite an a bubble all night
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Party all ’till day light no time fi buss fight
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Gyal wishper inna mi hears say har head feel light
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home

(Verse 2)
Liquor pon table and ice inna bucket
Floss we a floss and money inna pocket
Money dash weh pure gyal a one drop it
Wish badmine bwoy wah come stop it
selector play tune have mi gyal an we a pop it
red bottom shoes and mi Tom Ford jacket
Style we a style, we nuh follow we set it
Any weh inna di world wi go a we lock it

(Chorus)
To how the vibes right
To how mi feel nice
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Gyal buss weh like kite an a bubble all night
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Party all ’till day light no time fi buss fight
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Gyal wishper inna mi hears say har head feel light
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home

(Bridge)
Mi nah tell nuh lie the party so nice
Mi nah tell nuh lie the party so nice
Mi nah tell nuh lie the party so nice
The amount a gyal deh by mi side
Mi have gyal pon the lef an pon the right
Mi sure mi nah go home tonight

(Chorus)
To how the vibes right
To how mi feel nice
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Gyal buss weh like kite an a bubble all night
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Party all ’till day light no time fi buss fight
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home
Gyal wishper inna mi hears say har head feel light
No mi nah lef’, mi nah go home

Related Posts


Slaughter Gang Tip – No Brain


A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brain in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

B***h you broke and boujee, your nigga sad and losing
I got a new Kel-Tec but I might use the Uzi
Sipping on Hi-Tech, we don’t do the deuces
A hundred K each show, tell me who is losing
I got a new freak ho, she tryna do the booty
I got the pink molly in, yes I still get booted
That nigga missed all his shots, tell me who is shooting
Three stripes on my clothes b***h, yeah it’s Gucci
Tom Ford lense on, I can see you chosing
She put you in the friendzone, now you looking stupid
Can’t fall in love with no freak ho, b***h my name ain’t Cupid
A hundred guns from the pawn shop, I can’t wait to use it.

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

Dressed in Gucci, Fendi, b***h stay out my business
Last nigga tried me, I ain’t leave no witness
This a real trap house, I don’t take no pennies
I get a hundred pounds in like I’m LA Fitness
This a real boss plate, I don’t eat at Denny’s
Dope selling real good and it’s finger licking
Twenty racks to my shooter, yeah, trappin’ out an Uber
F**k your gang, I rep Bermuda versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up wrong I just might shoot you
Big Backwoods, I don’t smoke no hookahs
She ain’t got no walls, I look right through her
I made her suck it up, ’til her jaws lock
After this first nut b***h you goin’ on call block.

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatmenttt.(no brain)


Shy Glizzy – Quiet Storm Lyrics


[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
We know who Dope Boy is
It’s a storm coming
Boom boom boom boom boom

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
I’m going hard for it, I had to starve for it
Remember when I ain’t have no money, I had to rob for it
Stood on the block for it, ran from the cops for it
We still be trappin’ out them houses with the cardboard
But don’t be trippin’ over here, no shit is not yours
I heard you saving that lil bitch, better do some time for her
I make her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors
And she gon’ get right to it pronto, my lil fine whore
She asked me what is my cologne, lil bitch that’s Tom Ford
Now let me slam all in that pussy like a backboard
The trap niggas up now, look at the chalkboards
Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it back boy

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Oh why my heart so cold, and why my watch so froze (burr)
Really I don’t know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe)
You see I’m doing numbers, I’m runnin’ out the dungeon
You hear the birds hummin’, where goes the thunder
It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming
I got real hundreds, yeah all she want is money
You see we came from nothing, you better get to running
It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming

[Outro: Bigga Rankin]
One thing I learned growing up in these streets is that you can’t run from the storm forever. You got to learn to stand up to it. See there is dignity in surviving a storm. You won’t ever walk out of a storm the same person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm that came your way. It’s your time to rain!


FUTURE – 200 lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat


Trinidad James – Ooooo Child Freestyle Lyrics


(Verse 1)
The diamonds in my Rollie, I know you see them dancing
I plan to buy a bigger one, my next advance check
Faded in Vegas, well, that’s one hell of a night
I wear Tom Ford suits to watch the Mayweather fight
Or Designer fronty frames and the dreams of a mansion
That’s the dopest cocaine, that’s expensive
Don’t expect me to love you if you ain’t my type
Watermelon Gucci pumps, girl, you love that life

(Chorus)
I say, hey
Hey, mister
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man

(Verse 2)
Ladies and gentlemen
I got a Tyson ambition with a Mandela smile
All my bi**hes mad that I ain’t called in a while
If a ni**a talks s**t, then it’s coffins and curtains
Bag him up and ship them, that’s the customer service
Don’t get it faded, my ni**a, don’t get it twisted
I’m a little violent when I’m faded and twisted
All the money motivate myself and my ni**as
And if you got a problem with it, then it’s f**k you, my ni**a
I’m as large as it comes, I give a f**k who don’t like it
Ask his Minnesota Twins how they liking my, bi**h

(Chorus 2)
Hit them with that voodoo, that’s that boom boom pow
I had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child
Had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child
Had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child


The Game – Same Hoes (Sam Californie) Lyrics


[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it’s the same game
Call that bitch a crew hop
Got me feelin like 2Pac
I see the same hoes, oh oh
I see the same hoes, yeah yeah
I see the same hoes, oh oh
I see the same hoes, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Game]
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Let her fall in love with the dick
I came through, 50 Bentley’s
Got my witness, got her digits, while I’m whippin
Lames on the side, nigga name on the thigh
Be the same whack bitch with them flowers on the side
I told her bye bitch, bye bitch
You can never fuck with my bitch
She rock Tom Ford
And I see you in them busted ass Concord’s
Tryna smoke my weed like a motherfuckin lawnmower
Everywhere I go, every video I see
One minute she with Drake, next minute she with me
Heard she fucked with Kendrick and my nigga YG
Heard she had two abortions last week
She a ratchet, get it cracking every time she on her feet
That bitch mouth a magnet to the motherfuckin D
Word the D y’all
Word to the motherfuckin D
Especially when (Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, I would never fuck you cause you broke
And you can never fuck cause you a ho
I see you poking out that ass, I’m like so
I’m runnin laps in these streets, bitch I know
We out here buyin Benz’s, out here buyin Rollies
Yo pussy getting beat the fuck up like Sodi
My nigga Chuck told me, my nigga Ty told me
Had yo ass on Adams fucking all of his homies
Took her down to ‘Shaw then got ran my brodies
It’s a cold ass game so I play it like Sony
Nigga I solely swear to never love a bitch, fuck a bitch
I be on some real Nipsey Hussle shit, fuck is this?
2014 sucka shit
Hoes out here sucking dick, got ‘eem sprung and struck it rich
And after that she fuckin split
Pulled up on some fucking crips, some real B dogs and shit
And all we do is dog a bitch
I chase loot, not my balls and dick
She eat good when she with you nigga, she’ll starve with Nip, aye!

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hu$$le
Dolla $ign
And all we see is these same hoes
Uh na na na na na
Yeah yeah


THE GAME – Baby You lyrics


Baby, baby
Baby you, baby

Baby you know you got me goin’ crazy
You run around my head like these waves
Yeah baby you, you know that you the one that I adore
The one I introduced to Tom Ford at dinner
That was you, you’se the one I fell in love with
The one I move these drugs with but now you on some fuck shit
Anybody but you
I ain’t figured that you would be the one to cut me
Leave me on the floor fuckin’ bloody, God damn
Baby you, you had me fooled the whole time
Now you got me in King of Diamonds givin’ these hoes time
Girl, baby you, I can’t blame you though
When you see the door, you see the door
Now listen, baby you

Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be, thinking ’bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one to make me feel unsatisfied, no, uh
But baby you, you got me going, uh
But you got me going, you got me going, uh
But you got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

Tell me how you think we livin’ how we live?
Like you the one that put us in these cribs
Not me but baby you
Like I ain’t gettin’ money for these shows
I guess you think I’m trippin’ on these hoes
They fans but look at you
Who in them Celine bags? Who in them Giuseppes?
Louboutins, wanna bet me? I win ’cause it’s you
You begged me to get on that show
I ain’t want it but you did, I’m a real nigga, I did it for you
You don’t see Swizz and Alicia
Kim K and Kanye, arguin’ all the time
It’s just you, I begged you to marry me
Half a million dollars out my safe down the drain
But fuck it ’cause that was you
Damn we got some beautiful kids
But you never say it somethin’ we did
I guess your baby daddy you
Regardless of the shit we go through
I got Jason in the booth, 2 AM singin’ shit about you

Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be, thinking ’bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one to make me feel unsatisfied, no, uh
But baby you, you got me going, uh
But you got me going, you got me going, uh
But you got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

Blood is money and I spent it on ya
Ain’t it funny how it ended, oh yeah?
You said you’d go down for the last time
But we both know it’s not the last but I saved mine, uh
Long as you going down
I’ma tell you what you want to hear, uh
Well you got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me, yeah, oh
I’ma tell you baby, you got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me (you got me, you get me)
What you need a ring for?
When you got me baby, yeah, yeah
Don’t listen to what your friends say
Don’t listen to what the people say
Don’t listen to the blogs baby
‘Cause they full of shit, oh, oooooh

Ooh, ooooh, hey
Yeah baby, yeah baby


Jim Jones – Eastside

November 2, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on Jim Jones – Eastside


[Intro: Dave East]
Capo I got these niggas
Harlem you know how that go
Eastside

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Revenge is only natural, time to get even
We pick and roll, when the cold time to switch seasons
Trip to Belize, 100 keys’ll leave your kids bleeding
Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking
Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete
I want Giuseppes, not no Lebron sneaks, my palm trees
Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life
Model bitch’ll blow me like a bagpipe
19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn’t get caught yet
Think I got a warrant out cause I ain’t been to court yet
30 bricks’ll have you paranoid just like raw sex
Used to do Gortex, come to Harlem, we all fresh
Capo told me these niggas is in denial
Forgot what river we left his body, think it’s the Nile
Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain’t coming down
Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds
[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
It’s a queen B in the Supreme J’s
Cross (?) where the fiends play
Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play
I’m talking Big’s verse one is where I seen Jay
The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at
I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at
And when the coke was bad I still brought it back
I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?)
L’s copped the white Spur that I just bought in black
I took the rental down south, I never brought it back
I’m calling plays in the field like a quarterback
The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap
In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted
The (?) was that I lost, that was 500
I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between
The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen
I’m hopping out the back but they handle is mean
I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean
Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work
Bitch I’m not a preacher but Lord knows this is church

[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Outro]
Step 5. We admit it to our higher power, to ourselves, and to another human being, the exact nature of our wrongs

Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack, you don’t hear no dope hardly. You don’t hear no coke anymore hardly the only thing you hear, crack-crack


Jim Jones – Eastside Lyrics

November 1, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on Jim Jones – Eastside Lyrics


[Intro: Dave East]
Capo I got these niggas
Harlem you know how that go
Eastside

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Revenge is only natural, time to get even
We pick and roll, when the cold time to switch seasons
Trip to Belize, 100 keys’ll leave your kids bleeding
Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking
Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete
I want Giuseppes, not no Lebron sneaks, my palm trees
Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life
Model bitch’ll blow me like a bagpipe
19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn’t get caught yet
Think I got a warrant out cause I ain’t been to court yet
30 bricks’ll have you paranoid just like raw sex
Used to do Gortex, come to Harlem, we all fresh
Capo told me these niggas is in denial
Forgot what river we left his body, think it’s the Nile
Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain’t coming down
Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds
[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
It’s a queen B in the Supreme J’s
Cross (?) where the fiends play
Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play
I’m talking Big’s verse one is where I seen Jay
The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at
I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at
And when the coke was bad I still brought it back
I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?)
L’s copped the white Spur that I just bought in black
I took the rental down south, I never brought it back
I’m calling plays in the field like a quarterback
The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap
In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted
The (?) was that I lost, that was 500
I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between
The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen
I’m hopping out the back but they handle is mean
I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean
Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work
Bitch I’m not a preacher but Lord knows this is church

[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Outro]
Step 5. We admit it to our higher power, to ourselves, and to another human being, the exact nature of our wrongs

Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack, you don’t hear no dope hardly. You don’t hear no coke anymore hardly the only thing you hear, crack-crack


K Camp – LV (Rare Mixtape) letras

November 1, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on K Camp – LV (Rare Mixtape) letras


[Intro]
They say they want Camp back
Like I went somewhere or something

[Verse 1]
I’m the boy but you knew it
Fuck what you thought
Kick that game to you niggas
I spit propane to you bitches
I go insane for these riches
Bought me a chain off these benjis
Stay in your lane, I’m not friendly
Just bought my bitch a new Bentley
I got to deal with so many, I like my hoes in they 20’s
I might just fuck off her Remy, fill up my cup with that Henny
Might make you mine, please don’t tempt me
No new friends, don’t need any
Just might go Blanco like Benny
One time for my nigga Kenny
I’m so cold, free my niggas down the road
I’mma ball on you hoes
Never fall for the code, I would never sell my soul
I’d rather sell a bitch
Fuck you niggas, I’m rich
Champagne and Louis V, I’m taking my pick

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Verse 2]
I’m in LA in that black truck
Feeling like the president
Windows down, vibing
Please don’t take me out my element
Only thing changed ’bout a nigga is the residence
Fuck you lame hoes, I ain’t buying if you selling it
Stop playing games nigga, I ain’t got no time for it
I feel like just spoiling her, I might buy her Tom Ford
I can see that money with my eyes closed, blindfold
You can say whatever motherfucker, yeah I grind for it
I ain’t cutting no slack, promise I won’t go back
These niggas ain’t playing fair, pretty sure you know that
Camp what’s that you smoking nigga? I call this the gold pack
Walk inside of Louis, bought the whole rack

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Outro]
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that


Kodak Black – Like Dat (Institution Mixtape) letras

October 13, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on Kodak Black – Like Dat (Institution Mixtape) letras


[Intro]
Sniper gang, Kodak
Cause I got it by myself
Skrrt, skrrt, aye, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Free lil Kodak man, free lil tap boy, yee

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (aye, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (aye, Kodak, Kodak)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (aye, aye)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (aye, aye)
[Verse 1]
I’m from the No, my lil bitch from the Dale
I like my money fast, you movin’ like a snail
All I smoke is L’s, on that paper trail
Can’t you tell? I got clientele on my Nextel
I don’t need your help, got it on my own
This a million dollar phone, but I ain’t got no ring tone (aye, aye, aye)
Kodak, why you keep that thing on you? (aye, aye)
Cause I ain’t got no time to play with you
All I do is win, I hate to lose
Got your boo dancin’, cause that’s what them bands make her do (make her dance)
I’m smokin’ broccoli, count this green (count this green, nigga, aye)
I’m on molly, I’m on lean (I put molly in my lean, nigga)

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (by myself)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (aye, aye, Kodak)

[Verse 2]
Kodak, why you always in the foreign? (in the foreign car)
Cause if it ain’t foreign, then it’s borin’ (that’s a boring car)
I’m chasin’ dreams, while you snorin’
Kodak Black, my bitch yellow, but her favorite color orange (color orange, boy)
Please don’t call my phone no more, I’m on tour (bitch, I’m on tour)
Only two can fit, fuck a four door (fuck a four door)
Nigga, this a jag, this is not a Ford (not a Ford)
Polo to the floor, fuck that Tom Ford (poppin’ molly)
Nigga, this a Rollie, fuck that Michael Kors (fuck that shit)
I’m in here movin’ slowly, cause I poured a four (I’m on that shit)
Got her on her knees, like “forgive me lord” (fuck that bitch)
I remember pullin’ schemes, way in Baltimore (remember I was hittin’ licks)

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (by myself, aye)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (I’m the healthy kid)


The Game Feat. Jason Derulo – Baby You Lyrics

September 30, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on The Game Feat. Jason Derulo – Baby You Lyrics


(Intro)
Baby you
Baby, baby you
Baby you, baby

(Verse 1 – The Game)
Baby you know you got me going crazy
You run around my head like these waves
Yeah baby you
You know that you the one that I adore
The one I introduce to Tom Ford at dinner
That was you
You’se the one I fell in love with
The one I move these drugs with
But now you on some f**k s**t
Anybody but you
I ain’t figured it, you would be the one to cut me
Leave me on the floor f**king bloody, God damn
Baby you, you had me fooled the whole time
Now you got me in King of Diamonds giving these hoes time
Girl, baby you
I can’t blame you though
When you see the door, you see the door
Now listen, baby you

(Chorus – Jason Derulo)
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

(Verse 2 – The Game)
Tell me how you think we living how we live?
Like you the one that put us in these cribs
Not me but baby you
Like I ain’t getting money for these shows
I guess you think I’m tripping on these hoes
They fans but look at you
Who in them Celine bags? Who in them Giuseppes?
Louboutins, wanna bet me? I win cause it’s you
You begged me to get on that show
I ain’t want it but you did
I’m a real ni**a I did it for you
You don’t see Swizz and Alicia
Kim K and Kanye arguing all the time
It’s just you
I begged you to marry me
Half a million dollars out my safe down the drain
But f**k it cause that was you
Damn we got some beautiful kids
But you never say it something we did
I guess your baby daddy you
Regardless of the s**t we go through
I got Jason in the booth, 2 AM singing s**t about you

(Chorus – Jason Derulo)
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

(Verse 3 – Jason Derulo)
Blood is money and I spent it on ya
Ain’t it funny how it ended up in
You said you’d go down for the last time
But we both know it’s not the last one
But I saved mine
Long as you going down
I’ma tell you what you want to hear
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah, oh
I’ma tell you baby
You got me, you get me
What you need a ring for?
When you got me baby, yeah, yeah
Don’t listen to what your friends say
Don’t listen to what other people say
Don’t listen to the blogs baby
Cause they full of s**t, oh, oh

(Outro)
Oh, oh
Yeah baby, yeah baby