Tag: Tony Romo


Nyck Caution – How You Live It Lyrics (feat. Joey Bada$$)


[Intro]
Enjoyin’
Keep enjoyin’
Enjoyin’
Keep enjoyin’

[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
Uh, I dropped the bag off (Yeah)
Early morning I jack off
So when I f*ck your chick afternoon, I last long (I last long)
Every song is like the last song (The last song)
When it comes to the level in which I rap on (I rap on)
Your bitches dancin’ on me (Yeah)
She like a lap dog (She like a lap dog)
She like my hair (Like my hair)
I keep my cap on
‘Cause I ain’t lookin’ for love
Shit, is that wrong? (Is that wrong?)
I just want something dainty that I can tap on (I can tap on)
It’s killer season, hoe (Yeah)
I feel like Cam’ron (I feel like Cam’ron)
I’m just tryna build a block that I can stand on (That I can stand)
Real estate and bigger plans (Plans)
Ya’ll just worried about some shit to blow a bag on (Dummy)
I peep the game before it happens like I’m Tony Romo
I’m better than a referee
Don’t let the internet fool you 100k on the ‘Gram doesn’t make you a celebrity (A celebrity)
You public figures with the f*ckin’ pictures (f*ckin’)
You got your ass pokin’ out when you lean to the left (Yeah)
When it’s really not fat you just angle it best (You just angle it best)
And in person we know that your self-esteem is a mess
But it make you feel better when you’re postin’ your pics (Yeah)

[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
It’s cool, I ain’t knockin’ it (Nah)
As long as somebody comment that (Yeah)
And make your whole career look promisin’
Get it how you live it (Live it)
This world can be filthy (Filthy)
But I’ma do me and get back to the real thing (Yeah)
‘Cause every hard line keeps addin’ to the kill streak

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Hol’ up, f*ck what they talking ’bout, dawg, I know they hear me
I could give a f*ck if they feel me, dawg
They sendin’ shots, better kill me, dawg
I’m on a kill streak, I do these flows filthy (Uh-huh)

So much flows, I started investin’ in realty, got so much goal
All these jewelry make a nigga feel guilty
Ice on the knot, bitch I’m still me
This is just the chill me (Yeah)
Get a nigga hot, and that’s when you see the real me (Uh-huh)
Force a nigga hand and that’s when you gon’ reveal me (What up?)
Nina on my waist if you talkin’ out your face
Better proceed with caution ’cause you niggas ain’t safe

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]
Off the Jameson I turn into an animal, baby
Shows with Eric, bitch, I’m feelin’ like Hannibal, baby
Burn up, I roll some words and now my calendar crazy
Different country every night, let’s some capital, baby (Turn it up, uh)
Eastside phenom, yeah
When you make it, it’s no B-side
Y’all don’t want beef, y’all meat rot
This a f*ck you not a peace sign
I’ve been down bad like Steve Jobs
Made it all back like Steve, now way I slam ’em down bad, no high five
Beats like sheesh, yo you don’t eat on these sides
You can’t keep yours, I’ma keep mine
Flex like a wrestler, bitch I’m feelin’ like divine
Open up her legs, block my head on her monkey
I keep the shit funky
Her eyes rollin’ back, yo she look like a junkie
I bully these p*ssy, I feel like a Dudley
All I want is some Cudi
Poker face, day and night when sh-
Aftet she dip, yo a spliff would be lovely
I ain’t sparkin’ this chick ’cause every time she hit the weed, she be buggin’
Make a way and everybody start runnin’
Make a name and everybody your cousin

[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
It’s cool, I ain’t knockin’ it
As long as somebody profitin’
There’s always someone else that’s pockettin’
But get it how you live it (Live it)
This world can be filthy (Filthy)
But I’ma do me and get back to the real thing (Back to the real)
‘Cause every hard line keeps addin’ to the kill streak


Alex Aiono – Psycho, God’s Plan & Look Alive Mashup Lyrics


Psycho by Post Malone

Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
Made my first million, I’m like, “Damn, this is it,” ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
And I had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we could send in the rent’
And I’m like “Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh

God’s Plan by Drake

She said, “Do you love me?” I tell her, “Only partly”
I only love my bed and my momma, I’m sorry
Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me
81, they’ll bring the crashers to the party
And you know me
Turn the O2 into the O3, dog
Without 40, Oli, there’d be no me
Imagine if I never met the broskies, oh

God’s plan, God’s plan
I can’t do this on my own, on my own
Someone watchin’ this is close, this is close
I’ve been me since Scarlett Road

Look Alive by BlocBoy JB

901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive
Yeah they came up on this side, now they on the other side
Oh well, forget ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride
I get racks to go outside and then I split it with the guys
We up on the other side, so I did actin’ like we tied
I’ve been gone since, like, July, so I did actin’ like I died

Mixed

Yeah they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though


Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
And I’m like "woah"
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though