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Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Meek Mill – That Go! Lyrics


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[Intro]
(Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, this twenty a pill
Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill’
Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose
I tell my other bitch, “Go with my other bitch”
Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
Fuck in the back of the ‘Bach with the curtains
Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin’
No, you didn’t get this shit on my Persian, ooh
Go gеt this bitch some new purses, cool
I swipе my card, I don’t fill it
She had a lame, she healin’
Now she on a plane, she chillin’
And she post a pic on the ‘Gram, you feel it?
I know that nigga wanna kill her ’cause she in a villa, going HAM with Tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb’, me and Jigga, woah

[Chorus: T-Shyne & Meek Mill]
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don’t know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
It’s like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin’ more in (Yeah, more in)
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let’s go)
My trap boomin’, these niggas out here ain’t havin’ no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin’ in whips and ridin’ it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)

[Verse 2: T-Shyne]
Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week
Chasin’ her dreams, I’ma pass her to Meek (To Meek)
Nigga, I’m a wolf, can’t hang with the sheep (Can’t hang with the sheep)
Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (Let’s go)
Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin’ thotty (Let’s go)
Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body (Okay)
Young nigga trapping out a hotel lobby (Okay)
Wipe a nigga nose like that motherfucker snotty
I’m in the trap with a thick bitch
Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (Yeah)
Most you niggas fried like a fish stick
If he a snitch, can’t kick it
I’m with the gang and we deep
Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep
Bad lil’ bitch trying to see me on the sneak
No TLC, but a nigga got to creep (Woo)
Shoot it like JJ (JJ)
Spin a nigga block like a Beyblade
If I hit the block, that’s a payday
Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay)
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb’, me and Thugger (Slime)
Can’t leave the crib with no cutter
Feel like Ving Rhames, it’s guns and butter

[Chorus: T-Shyne & Meek Mill]
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don’t know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (And Trojans)
It’s like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin’ more in (Yeah, more in)
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let’s go)
My trap boomin’, these niggas out here ain’t havin’ no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin’ in whips and ridin’ it stolen (Stolen, skrrt)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Abracadabra, my bitch way badder, my wrist out the motherfuckin’ batter (Slatt)
Fish parquet I snuck on the face, green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (Yeah)
Motherfuck a trend, I been with my kids in the spot ’cause family matter (On God)
Everything else you speakin’ about, might get your ass whooped like a paddle (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah, fishscale (Yeah), no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up)
I spent twenty mil’ (What?) on a crib, pay it up (Pay it up)
In Dubai but the bitch from Israel
Call my phone, you fine as hell
In designer but I will kill
You done speaked to informants, I can tell
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
My bitch wrist clean
I flex, don’t bend, I am the king (The king)
Hundred bands can clean up the scene (On God)
Had your wife and you thought it was a dream
Nigga kicked through that door with the bling
I took off in a foreign machine (Sex)

[Chorus: T-Shyne & Meek Mill]
Woah, this that go shit (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don’t know shit (Yeah)
7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (Yeah)
It’s like five hundred bitches at the crib, but we still lettin’ more in
Woah, this that go shit (That go shit)
This that stunt on them niggas, might put two watches on both wrists (Let’s go)
My trap boomin’, these niggas out here ain’t havin’ no motion (No motion)
Back in the day, we was hoppin’ in whips and ridin’ it stolen (Skrrt)

[Outro: T-Shyne]
Big racks, spendin’ big racks, that’s big business (Big business)
Pull up to the club with a pole on me, niggas thinkin’ I’d been fishin’ (Been fishin’)
Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, “Ho, I’m big pimpin’” (Big pimpin’)


Tech N9ne – Lord of Weird Lyrics


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[Verse 1]
When I first started out
Thought to myself, “Spread your heart about”
Never thought that people look at my art and doubt
Wanna bar this mouth, then they darted out
Then the same energy let it charted out (Chuh)
King James, that show you things changed
To the Queen Weymon with King Waynes from Ving Rhames
The scene came from extreme brains to teen lames
Get your green, mane, while I fling Strange in a bling lane (Chuh)
So I go dye my hair rojo
Way back in ’99, homies who saw me call me homo
But then the rumors started that I worship Jesus logo
Flippin’ it upside down but no-no, so many fear this wicked bozo
But now it’s accepted like they finally infected
With the formidable Tech shit, like it’s normal to go mesh with
The darkness (Chuh)
I was on a mission, black sphere
20 years ago, but now they love it
Isn’t that weird?

[Chorus]
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it

[Verse 2]
I’m the nigga that started this
But I didn’t switch my hips like a bitch and dress like Spartacus
My art is sick, bombarded with retarded quick
Nice flows for the psychos
They don’t like those with the tight clothes
What they want is Tecca N9na when the light goes
Way low, the K.O.D. shit
Fatally spray on these hits
Place go like Dave-o, Waco
When I ain’t flow, he pray on these tricks
I’m the nigga with the spiked hair
Painted face with the robe, night scare
Many people think ’cause I was quite rare
But tonight, there for the nightmare

[Bridge]
Oh, this is not, lost what I seek (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
Oh, this cigar up my sleeve (Spirits, spirits, spirits)
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They’re not any trouble to the L.O.W.
I am here to muzzle who
Those who think their hustle new
They’re not any trouble to the L.O.W.

[Chorus]
Oh, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours
So bring it
Home, Lord
This thing is
So (Weird, weird) yours (Weird, weird)
So bring it


Freddie Gibbs – Alexys (You Only Live 2Wice Album)


[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it I’ma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem
I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Quick like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous
In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them


Freddie Gibbs – Alexys Lyrics


[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade Yah
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it Imma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope Yah .
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner Woo
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small Yah
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved Yah
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off Yah
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog Bitch
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention Fuck ’em

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem. Yah
I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in Woo
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine Yah
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Crip like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe Why
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous Yah
In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling Word Up
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums Yah
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them


Freddie Gibbs – Alexys


[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade Yah
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas its been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it Imma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest nigga that I know ain’t never sold dope Yah
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner Woo
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small Yah
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit was all Yah
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off Yah
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog Bitch
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention Fuck ’em

[Chrous]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga [?] caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Feel so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood [?] Yah
I’m postal [?] Woo
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine Yah
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Crip like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe Why
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous Yah
In the set with [?] no chopper my chain dangling Word Up
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums Yah
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packs that Freddie Kane get in

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day Yah
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Feel so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them