Tag: Tony Tiger


Chief Keef – Running Late (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)


[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late

[Verse 1]
Nine, ten, I’m ridin’ with extendeds
Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list
Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky
Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch, I’m inky
Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out
Nineteen, twenty, fuckin’ bands to get you sniped out
Little case, twenty-one bands will get you right out
Free Cdai, a .22 shotter’s on me right now
Twenty-three’s on the car, twenty-four’s on the truck
Twenty-five times 2’s in my motherfuckin’ Glock
I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfuckin’ thot
I’m sendin’ twenty-seven shots at a motherfuckin’ opp

[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late

[Verse 2]
Twenty-nine, thirty, I was posted with them .30’s
Thirty-one, thirty-two, I’m so gone like a birdy
Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy
Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch, I’m great
Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate
Forty-one, forty-two, I want it from them in the coupe
I’m goin’ 143 and 144 too
Forty-five for my jacket, aw man!
Forty-six in them and we givin’ out ten
Forty-seven of them bands
Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants
BANG BANG

[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late


Chief Keef – Running Late (Two Zero One Seven Album)


[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late

[Verse 1]
Nine, ten, I’m ridin’ with extendeds
Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list
Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky
Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch, I’m inky
Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out
Nineteen, twenty, fuckin’ bands to get you sniped out
Little case, twenty-one bands will get you right out
Free Cdai, a .22 shotter’s on me right now
Twenty-three’s on the car, twenty-four’s on the truck
Twenty-five times 2’s in my motherfuckin’ Glock
I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfuckin’ thot
I’m sendin’ twenty-seven shots at a motherfuckin’ opp

[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late

[Verse 2]
Twenty-nine, thirty, I was posted with them .30’s
Thirty-one, thirty-two, I’m so gone like a birdy
Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy
Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch, I’m great
Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate
Forty-one, forty-two, I want it from them in the coupe
I’m goin’ 143 and 144 too
Forty-five for my jacket, aw man!
Forty-six in them and we givin’ out ten
Forty-seven of them bands
Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants
BANG BANG

[Hook]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin’ for you
Three, four, knockin’ on your door
Five, six, comin’ through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin’ a little late


Hoodrich Pablo Juan – I’ll Be Damned


[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan + Lil Yachty]
We got the trap goin’ up, the trap movin’ slow
My flip phone buggin’, I got junkies at my door
Momma told me don’t be sellin’ dope, I told my momma no
Nah I ain’t goin’ broke, I ain’t goin’ broke
[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Nah, damned if I be broke, I’ll be damned if I be broke
What you doin’ for that dough?
Cause I’ll be damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Boy I’ll be damned if I be broke
What you doin’ for that dough?
Yeah, I’ll be damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Boy I’ll be damned if I be broke

[Post-Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Told my momma hell no, I ain’t sittin’ in the house
‘Less I’m movin’ this white off the couch
Got a hundred fuckin’ packs comin’ early in the mornin’
Hell no, I ain’t snorin’, mothafucka I’m up doin’ push-ups
Pushin’ weight, goddamn it I’m lookin’ great

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Juan Pablo]
Tony Tiger, Frosted Flakes
Cookin’ the dope like it eggs and steak
Told my momma, I’ll be damned if I be broke, I need the cake
Workin’ out, I’m pushin’ weight
Puttin’ them bricks in momma’s basement
Cashed out on the ‘Rari, no down payment
Whippin’ the bricks out the bowl like a slave ship
We up all night ’til the grave shift

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, diamonds real water
Ball like Vince Carter
Move in a Charter
All hundreds like event starter
We throw fifties in the wishing well
All my teachers used to wish me all
But fuck ’em though
I’m doin’ better than I did before
I’m never goin’ back to being broke
I dropped out and did like fifty shows
For the ten track, add it up
Add it up, that’s a Rolex
Add it up, that’s an Audemar
I just came back from Panama
With a Spanish bitch, she like caviar
Yeah, and I ball like a Cavalier
I was bumpin’, that was last year
Nigga talkin’ crazy, put the red dot on his ass like a reindeer

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Juan Pablo]
I got bags like I’m Santa Clause
Money power, cut your lights off
I eat the beef with the steak sauce
Back in, that’s a cake walk
Soon as I get ’em in, I get ’em off
Get out the boat, go straight to the loft
Plug say I ain’t never gonna fall off
Trapstar to Rock Star, got a guitar
Sellin’ that dope, I ain’t listen no more
I ain’t listen no more

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Nah, damned if I be broke, I’ll be damned if I be broke
What you doin’ for that dough?
Cause I’ll be damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Boy I’ll be damned if I be broke
What you doin’ for that dough?
Yeah, I’ll be damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Boy I’ll be damned if I be broke

[Post-Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Told my momma hell no, I ain’t sittin’ in the house
‘Less I’m movin’ this white off the couch
Got a hundred fuckin’ packs comin’ early in the mornin’
Hell no, I ain’t snorin’, mothafucka I’m up doin’ push-ups
Pushin weight, goddamn it I’m lookin’ great

[Outro: ILoveMakonnen]
Damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I be broke
Damned if I be broke
I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be
Damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I…
Damned if I be broke
I’ll be damned if I…

Read more: HoodRich Pablo Juan – I’ll Be Damned Lyrics | MetroLyrics




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