Tag: Tony Hawk


Juice WRLD – PRIME Lyrics




[Intro]
Aye
Hey
Hey
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hey
Yeah

[Chorus]
I treat this shit just like my dick I’m goin hard
That’s your boyfriend he could barley keep a job
And I don’t fuck with niggas I just fuck they broads
And I don’t talk to hoes bitch I talk to god
Set your boyfriend up I bet his ass get robbed
I got the head and then I pass it to my slime
They ask me how i’m doin’ bitch I’m feelin fine
They ask me what i’m doin bitch I’m in my prime

[Verse 1]
Tony Hawk bitch yeah I’m on my grind
She wanna suck me up thats a waste of time
He tried to set me up but I had the 9
He tried to wet me up at least a nigga tried
He say he real well you know the nigga lied
How he real when he can’t even work a 9 to 5
You ain’t in no trap you still stay at yo mama house
You ain’t shoot no Glock you still got super soakers out
You’s a little boy, better grow up
Better move around, you don’t know us
Dumbin through a check, new money
I might cash that goddamn all these blue hunnids yeah

[Chorus]
I treat this shit just like my dick I’m goin hard
That’s your boyfriend he could barley keep a job
And I don’t fuck with niggas I just fuck they broads
And I don’t talk to hoes bitch I talk to god
Set your boyfriend up I bet his ass get robbed
I got the head and then I pass it to my slime
They ask me how i’m doin’ bitch I’m feelin fine
They ask me what i’m doin bitch I’m in my prime

[Verse 2]
Bitch I said I’m in my prime you better take a seat
All these niggas tryna ball but never make the team
You don’t make no money all you do is make believe
And Imma keep that shit 100 that’s a major key
She gone work for me, she gone pop a perc for me
She gone lurk for me, she gone do my dirt for me
I got nine shots, three of y’all get three a piece
I been through it all just to say the least
Couldn’t sleep last night had to pour the lean
Activist out the seal cost a couple g’s
I don’t wanna pop a pill imma make a scene
And I don’t want your fucking heart I’m married to the green

[Chorus]
I treat this shit just like my dick I’m goin hard
That’s your boyfriend he could barley keep a job
And I don’t fuck with niggas I just fuck they broads
And I don’t talk to hoes bitch I talk to god
Set your boyfriend up I bet his ass get robbed
I got the head and then I pass it to my slime
They ask me how i’m doin’ bitch I’m feelin fine
They ask me what i’m doin bitch I’m in my prime

[Outro]
Bitch i’m in my prime
She wanna suck me up that’s a waste of time
Told that bitch i’m in my prime
She wanna suck me up that’s a waste of time
Lurk for me
She gone pop a perc for me
Do my dirt for me
She gone work for me
Aye
This shit was sick




Section Boyz – Army Lyrics




[Chorus: Swift]
Came with the gang on the set
Walk in like the army
How could a gyal be peng
And try walk past me?
Came to your ends with my friends
And I know that’s jarring
Free up my friends who got locked
By the bloodclart ‘rali, ‘rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring

[Verse 1: Littlez]
So certi
How can they pass me?
Done locked off dances
Now man get paid to party
Got gyal dem stalking
Rudeboy, yeah, man’s so charming
T-house, mad work in
Bedroom look like man’s farming
Bill up my, bill up my draw with Barney
Dem gyal do too much talking
Wan’ come jam, they jar me
Gyal tek it off and get twerking
Gold on me like gnarly
Loud packs get a hani
Being ghost, I move Gastly
I don’t rate man hardly

[Verse 2: Swift]
Feds on ends
Spies, informers and ‘rali
Re-up my sket
Long time she ain’t give me ‘nani
I like gyal that are peng
Dem kind of gyal make me horny
Back then with the jack jaw ped
Like Tommy or Charlie
Man make a brick go quick
Who can move it the fastest?
Link Flipz in a bit
Man’s listening to “Dun Talkin’”
Gyal wanna link
Thinking should I be drawing?
She like Swift but
She ain’t see me in the morning

[Verse 3: Knine]
Come in the dance, start flexing
You know the whole gang stay reckless
Bu-bu-bang like Fek said
Mash the Ps and let’s get bread
Dem man dere are jarring
Act like they put in work, they’re just targets
A hundred thugs dem marching
Grab the ting and then bark it
Time to grind for the morning
Bill a spliff while I’m yawning
What’s all the typing and talking?
Vocal the cartridge in and then spark it
Hotline blinging off, bare talking
Dem boys see me ’nuff, bare talking
Man’s gonna get bread regardless
When I want trees, I link farmers

[Chorus: Swift]
Came with the gang on the set
Walk in like the army
How could a gyal be peng
And try walk past me?
Came to your ends with my friends
And I know that’s jarring
Free up my friends who got locked
By the bloodclart ‘rali, ‘rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring

[Verse 4: Inch]
I came there
Shell that stage there
No, I don’t play fair
Wah? Wah? Wait there
Kick off mi shoe there
Step inna di room there
Bored right through there
Kick up the yout, turn ’em typhoon, yeah
This ah di warlord school
No, we don’t play with fools
Man just got the shell a man call
So I came with the shell a man crew
Peng tings wanna shell a man too
And they don’t mind slamming in twos
All they need is gas and juice
I don’t care ’bout no dickhead yout

[Verse 5: Deepee]
My bruddas, my bro V
Posted up like the Marleys
Dude on the phone
That’s [?] iCarly
I can see why you hate cause you’re broke
And they love you hardly
Walked in the strip
Had the frontline looking like Cani
Muhammad Ali
I am the greatest, you cannot pass me
Man crush bud inna hand on the road
When I step with chargie
I’m a real nigga but my real name?
That, you can’t ask me
Free my bros
Got locked by the bloodclart ‘rali

[Verse 6: Sleeks]
Tracksuit Mafia
See me in shirts hardly
Trap and rap
Tony Hawk cause I’m grinding
Money on my mind, where’s that pack?
Go find it
I ain’t rich yet
But I’ll soon be in perfect timing
I won’t wife her
But that poom poom is a Ferrari
She wan’ lock me like
Them bracelets made by Carti’
Fuck the ‘rali
Lock down half the army
Smoking flavours
Bill it up and spark it

[Chorus: Swift]
‘Rali, ‘rali
That’s jarring
‘Rali, ‘rali, ‘r-
That’s jarring


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

October 12, 2016

Lyrics

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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