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Young Dolph – Black Queen Lyrics




[Intro: Moma Gabbana & Young Dolph]
Then we was at rehearsal
I’m like, “we ain’t gon’ be in here all night”
Y’all motherfuckers been learning the street
[?]
[?], I’m out
Heh

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin’ shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin’ though ’cause it made me a star

[Verse: Young Dolph]
Pull up at the club out a bar, yeah
And I don’t even drink, I drink rock, hah, ayy
Came here with a check on these bitches
You know I’ma flex on these bitches
Blue rocks ’round my neck on these bitches
Blue racks, I’m obsessed with these bitches
VS’s, they bitin’, they vicious
Blue Rollie cost me 150
Slidin’ dolo with my .30 with me
And my chocolate bitch, my Hershey’s Kisses
Freshest nigga in the whole vicinity
Fake friends, worse than real enemies
Niggas from Scooby like, “remember me?”
“Nah, nigga, did I sell you some weed?”
I buy what I want and what I need
“Why you spend all that money on jewellery?”
Even though you was a crackfiend, mama
You gave birth to a trap king, mama, hah
You gon’ always be my trap queen, mama, damn
I mean, “always be my black queen,” mama
I love you to death, it is what it is
Shit so crazy, you look just like my kids
You had me shootin’ dice when I was six
Then I start smokin’ before I was 10
You and my daddy, y’all made a trap baby
I be cuttin’ all of these niggas out lately
Throw 50 racks, watch the scrippers go crazy
No money involved, then I don’t got the patience
Unlike LeBron, can’t shit stop me
I was by myself, they was 80 when they shot me, heh
I smell pussy, I smell pussy
Sittin’ in the Rolls-Royce smokin’ a blunt of cookies
I woke up this morning and put on all Chanel
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
I still got my plug on standby and my scale
Hah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Three tone chain, two tone watch, two tone drop
Oh my God, he too hot, he too hot
I stashed the million, forgot all about it and let the shit rot
Rich crack baby, mama and daddy both used to smoke rocks
Rich crack baby, now I’m smokin’ Kush with my mom and dad on a yacht
Same hood fucked my mom and dad up, I made a million off of that block
Yeah, I stay into it with that nigga, but this hustlin’ shit come from my pops
You gave me a hard life, but I ain’t trippin’ though ’cause it made me a star




Lil’ Kim – Nasty One Lyrics




[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Verse 1]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
After me there will never be the next one, top shotta
All around the world, they know who the best is
No pharmacies but they see VS’s
Ten karats embedded in the watch and necklace
Paint drippin’ off the Rari like it got asbestos
Kimmy got that mouth that’ll leave ’em breathless
Snatch a niggaa soul like he got a deathwish
The BIG told you that I’m nasty
Pussy have a nigga sweatin’ like a athlete
Make love in the backseat of his Bentley Jeep
I call him [?] ’cause he in this real deep

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah

[Bridge]
When I see you smile I can face the world
You know I can do anything when I see you smile
Baby, when I see you smile I just want my baby
I just want my baby, hey
No other man makes me feel the way you do
I’m the nastiest when I’m with you
I’m a freak but only with my boo
You searched the world and now see that
Now you see you’ll never find a girl like me
Because there’s only one Queen Bee
Sometimes I wanna give up, I wanna give in
I wanna [?] the fight
Then I see you baby and we make love all night

[Pre-Hook]
As far as lovin’ and the sex I’m the best one
You never have a thought of [?]
Soon as you get in [?]
[?]

[Hook]
So you gon’ do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Oh, you do it for the nastiest one, nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah
Come fall in love with the nastiest, the nastiest one, yeah


Bhad Bhabie – Trust Me lyrics


[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Come in close and hug me
Tell that hoe don’t test me
I don’t play ’bout mines, watch this sh*t get messy
Tote that Glock, hide it in my spot
Bitch, stop playing, I’ma leave you hot
Rubber bands wrapped around these knots
Bitch, stop playing, watch me kill the parking lot

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tote that Glock, lil’ homie, get yo guap
You my son, lil’ nigga, I’m yo pops
I’m on top, lil’ bitch, gimme props
Talkin’ charts, lil’ baby, play yo part, lil’ baby
I’m the boy, yeah, baby, I’m the one
I’ma make you trust me, always keep it hundun
Bust down rolex face
I been getting money face
Diamonds do the Diddy dance
These the new Givenchy pants
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
VS while my diamonds hit
New Chanel, you deserve all of it
I put you on a charge
Baby, you a star
I buy you the mall
I put you on a jet, you said I do the most
I told you no more coach, yeah
Said you don’t care ’bout things
You said you down for me
I told ’em you my queen

[Hook: Bhad Bhabie]
I know you gone be the one that’s gone hold me down
When it’s time to put in work you know I’m always ’round
Tote that Glock, hold that work
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me
Baby, do you trust me?
Do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Baby, do you trust me?
Got the streets in a lock
I’ma make you love me


Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Love ‘Em (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that


Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Luv Em (Remix) Lyrics


[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little nigga, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that


Tee Grizzley – Grizzley Gang


[Intro]
Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y’all niggas would be unemployed

[Verse]
Hov told me quit puttin’ that money to my ear
I gotta get used to this shit I’m just not gettin’ here
Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain’t been a year
Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears
Man, nigga rest up Mal they said it was my fault but I never called for help
Damn, nigga rest up pops
I wish I woulda been the one blowin’ back at the opps
Lil’ bro if I get killed don’t cry
But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped
If you get killed I can’t help it but to cry
They gon’ think I’m ice skatin’ every corner I’ma slide
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
Watch who you bump my nigga we’ll split your shit in here
Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon’ dip from here
Cause niggas testifying on me that’s my biggest fear
Can’t even eat with these niggas
Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin’ nigga
Then see ’em on they page next week with the nigga
Same nigga they was talkin’ ’bout, boy you can’t come around
Bitch you can’t even get the line, hit the E-Mail
Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin’ like a female
When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm
Cut that nigga off, now he Ezal
Niggas sayin’ free they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free?
Sayin’ RIP they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t do shit to the niggas that put them on the T
After awards a lotta stars in the place
I left early, I rather be with the stars in the Wraith
Why you carry all that money, get a card from the bank
I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face
From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate
Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn’t change
For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious
Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period
What you think a bitch’ll do for 30K, I’m curious
VS in the Rollie boy that shit unridiculous
Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her
We be laughin’ when they say they shooters cause it tickle us
Bitch, I was just broke layin’ in the bunk
Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up
Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon
Told my nigga right now, I can’t give you none
Let me triple this shit up then we gon’ split it up
Walk up on these niggas when I hit ’em up
[?] up, then take off runnin’ that’s a hit and run
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here
Ain’t even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here
They got they cameras out before I even step in there
I’ll put 30 on his baby, don’t think Steph in there
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here
Try show off for these hoes, lose your life in here
I came home 2016 had a light year
Real niggas winnin’ that’s a fake nigga nightmare
Makin’ pictures with your bitch on my Snapchat
Ex feelin’ so the stick I can’t snap that
I need that new Phantom next, I can’t backtrack
Just got off the phone with my plug, he like ‘catch that’
Better than the last batch, touch me that’s your last act
Run through ’em like fasttrack
Chokin’ on that racepack, chokin’ on that jockpack
All I smoke is opp pack
We don’t send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch
I hate when niggas try to act hard
Like gettin’ a bitch to line ’em up is really that hard
I got famous nigga but I still got heart
Before this rap shit, I was layin’ at niggas backyard


Tee Grizzley – Grizzley Gang Lyrics


[Intro]
Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y’all niggas would be unemployed

[Verse]
Hov told me quit puttin’ that money to my ear
I gotta get used to this shit I’m just not gettin’ here
Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain’t been a year
Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears
Man, nigga rest [?] they said it was my fault but I never called for help
Damn, nigga rest up pops
I wish I woulda been the one blowin’ back at the opps
Lil’ bro if I get killed don’t cry
But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped
If you get killed I can’t help it but to cry
Ain’t gon’ think I’m ice skatin’ every corner I’ma slide
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
Watch who you bug my nigga we’ll split your shit in here
Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon’ dip from here
Cause niggas testifying on me that’s my biggest fear
Can’t even eat with these niggas
Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin’ nigga
Then see ’em on they page next week with the nigga
Same nigga they was talkin’ ’bout, boy you can’t come around
Bitch you can’t even get the line, hit the E-Mail
Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin’ like a female
When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm
Cut that nigga off, now he [?]
Niggas sayin’ free they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free?
Sayin’ RIP they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t do shit to the niggas that put them on the T
After awards a lotta stars in the place
I left early, I rather be the stars in the Wraith
Why you carry all that money, get a car from the bank
I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face
From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate
Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn’t change
For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious
Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period
What you think a bitch’ll do for 30K, I’m curious
VS in the Rollie boy that shit be out ridiculous
Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her
You be laughin’ when they say [?]
Bitch, I was just broke layin’ in the [?]
Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up
Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon
Told my nigga right now, I can’t give you none
Let me triple this shit up then we gon’ split it up
Walk up on these niggas when I hit ’em up
[?] up, then take off runnin’ that’s a hit and run
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here
Ain’t even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here
They got they cameras out before I even step in there
I’ll put 30 on his baby, don’t think Steph in there
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here
Tryt show off for these hoes, lose your life in here
I came home 2016 had a light year
Real niggas winnin’ that’s a fake nigga nightmare
Makin’ pictures with your bitch on my Snapcatch
Ex feelin’ so the stick I can’t snap that
I need that new Phantom next, I can’t backtrack
Just got off the phone with my plug, he like ‘catch that’
Better than the last batch, touch me that’s your last act
Run through ’em like fasttrack
Chokin’ on that rackspack, chokin’ on that jockpack
All I smoke is odd pack
We don’t send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch
I hate when niggas try to act hard
Like gettin’ a bitch to line ’em up is really that hard
I got famous nigga but I still got hard
Before this rap shit, I was layin’ at niggas backyard


Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn


[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah


Trae tha Truth – Thuggin’ (feat. Young Thug & Skippa Da Flippa)


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
I got twenty thousand diamonds on, know what I’m sayin’
I’ma head trade these, know what I’m sayin’
Uh, huh, huh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I got M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Mauri gator got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soo woo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Kilo my tailor, I’m lookin’ like a trap
I get this money, run it like a lap
Blow through one-fifty, that’s without the cap
And broke my attention, that’ll get you slapped
Everything go so guess I’m tryna surf
Got your bitch watchin’, guessin’ what I’m worth
Know if she hop in here she getting work
I tell her go’n and take it like a perc
Asshole, I don’t go
Dip my chain in this snow
Bet my name you don’t know
Aim and shoot ’til I score
Have the whole hood on go
Everything Big like Mo
H-Town, everything slow
I don’t make shit I can’t blow
Somethin’ exotic I got from Dubai
Whip Panameric to vision the sky
They say I’m not ’bout it, I tell ’em to try
But tha Truth get it poppin’ like fourth of July
Fuck is you watchin’, I’m fire like flames
Can’t picture me, bitch I’m out of your frame
King of the streets, you can’t quiet the name
Nigga pull up on me, I hop out, let it rain

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I got M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Mauri gator got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soo woo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Balmain, Jimmy Choo shoes
Come here and pay my dues
Never send the bitch no nudes
Shawty wanna fuck my dude (Can’t fuck my dude)
I went broke, can’t lose
I pay the Jag, no news
Paid a couple bands for her boobs
Five thousand chains for the crew
I’m out the coupe
I’m ’bout to shoot
Wanna see a rich nigga from the gutter
I’m the proof (I am facts)
I cut my bread up with no butter, who are you?
I’m YSL, I’m filthy rich and so are you
I’ll never cross my guys, no no
I’ll never cross my guys, ayy (never, never, yeah)
I’m tellin’ the truth, ain’t nothin’ disguised
Five thousand dollars, I’ma go’n Xzibit my ride, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I got M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Mauri gator got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soo woo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 3: Trae tha Truth]
I ball out the gym, ain’t no doubt I’ma flex
What’s on my neck cost a hell of a check
Diamonds like water, shit guess I was wet
Blow through this money, no worries, I’m set
No point in United, I just bought the jet
Still keep a tool on me, guess I’m a threat
Bitch ain’t ’bout money, she sit like a pit
Nothin’ personal, I’m just out here to finesse

[Verse 4: Skippa Da Flippa]
I used to jugg in the trap
Too many sacks, you think I’m Warren Sapp
I used to hit licks and bust down the cap
Now I get backends all over the map
I beg your pardon, no I’m not sorry
Twin turbo Flippa just copped a ‘Rari
I charge a ten to see me party
My white boys on Harleys and they go gnarly
Ice ice ice baby
Ice ice for my lady
Nothin’ but blue hundreds lately
He said he havin’, I told him to save it
Bricks in the basement, just bought a Mercedes
VS stones, no inside
In the lab like I’m Bill Nye
New Bentley with the frog eyes
I been chasin’ after dead guys

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I got M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Mauri gator got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soowoo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say, "Free Meech"
Show me how to treat this cougar


Trae tha Truth – Thuggin (feat. Young Thug & Skippa Da Flippa)


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
I got twenty thousand dollars on, know what I’m sayin’
I’ma head trade these, know what I’m sayin’
Uh, huh, huh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I get M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Marvin Gaye, done got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soowoo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say free Meech
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Kilo my [?] I’m lookin’ like a trap
I get this money, run it like a lap
Blow through one-fifty, that’s without the cap
And broke my attention, that’ll get you slapped
Everything go so guess I’m tryna surf
Got your bitch watchin’, guessin’ what I’m worth
Know if she hop in here she getting work
I tell her go’n and take it like a perc
Asshole, I don’t go
Dip my chain in this snow
Bet my name you don’t know
Aim and shoot ’til I score
Have the whole hood on go
Everything big like Mo
H-Town, everything slow
I don’t make shit I can’t blow
Somethin’ exotic I got from Dubai
Whip Panameric to vision the sky
They say I’m not ’bout it, I tell ’em to try
But tha Truth get it poppin’ like fourth of July
Fuck is you watchin’, I’m fire like flames
Can’t picture me, bitch I’m out of your frame
King of the streets, you can’t quiet the name
Nigga pull up on me, I hop out, let it rain

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I get M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Marvin Gaye, done got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soowoo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say free Meech
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Balmain, Jimmy Choo shoes
Come here and pay my dues
Never send the bitch no nudes
Shawty wanna fuck my dude
I went broke, can’t lose
I pay the Jag, no news
Paid a couple bands for boots
Five thousand chains for the crew
I’m out the coupe
I’m ’bout to shoot
Wanna see a rich nigga from the go
I’m the proof
I cut my bread up with no butter, who are you?
I’m YSL, I’m filthy rich and so are you
I’ll never cross my guys, no no
I’ll never cross my guys, ayy (never, never, yeah)
I’m tellin’ the truth, ain’t nothin’ disguised
Five thousand dollars, I’ma go’n Xzibit my ride, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I get M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Marvin Gaye, done got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soowoo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say free Meech
Show me how to treat this cougar

[Verse 3: Trae tha Truth]
I ball out the gym, ain’t no doubt I’ma flex
What’s on my neck cost a hell of a check
Diamonds like water, shit guess I was wet
Blow through this money, no worries, I’m set
No point in United, I just bought the jet
Still keep a tool on me, guess I’m a threat
Bitch ain’t ’bout money, she sit like a pit
Nothin’ personal, I’m just out here to finesse

[Verse 4: Skippa Da Flippa]
I used to jugg in the trap
Too many sacks, you think I’m Warren Sapp
I used to hit licks and bust down the cap
Now I get backends all over the map
I beg your pardon, no I’m not sorry
Twin turbo Flippa just copped a Rari
I charge a ten to see me party
My white boys on Harleys and they go gnarly
Ice ice ice baby
Ice ice for my lady
Nothin’ but blue hundreds lately
He said he havin’, I told him to save it
Bricks in the basement, just bought a Mercedes
VS stones, no inside
In the lab like I’m Bill Nye
New Bentley with the frog eyes
I been chasing after dead guys

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Get my jewels up
Live like Jesus
Ice on me like
I got a fever
We trained to take from ’em
‘Cause they wouldn’t feed us
Now I get M&M’s
‘Round my visa
Feed the bitch pizza
Marvin Gaye, done got measles
Ready like werewolf
I can be a soowoo creature
I don’t do phones, got beepers
I don’t ride in cars, can’t bleep us
New tattoo say free Meech
Show me how to treat this cougar


21 Savage – Fresh (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gucci Mane) (21 Uzi Album)


[Intro]
Ha, its wizop
6ers
1600, 1600 1600
Stand up
Huh

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s so hard to take the trap out a trap nigga
I’m a coke dealer dressed like a rap figure
A Guy Fisher type of nigga, I’mma die richer
Posing for pictures with the strippers and the pot flippers
I’d rather lie to ya baby then I lie with ya
I seen you with his shit, I ain’t finna ride with ya
Pitching underhand I’m a knuckle ball pitcher
You off base I call you out, I’m the hind catcher
You ran off, guess you thought it’d be a cakewalk
Stealing base, got caught, let the K talk
Got me digging in my safe at the safe house
Like I won’t pay a 100k to blow ya face off

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert]
The young nigga stay fresh
I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can show him how to dress

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay you know I stay fly, yeah you stay level
Red Gucci leather, yeah Raf Simons sweater
Yeah got rid of my girl, got a foreign with a accent that’s better
Yeah I just had both of them and they came together
Yeah in the strip club with my nigga big Guwop, and Wop we just changed the weather
Somebody grab my sweater, cause I just changed the weather
Yeah we make it rain together, we make it rain together
All of my diamonds VS’s, so you know that mean it connected
I told that girl just to bust it
The first time she met me
I told that girl just to neck it
Yeah young nigga hustle put diamonds in necklace
Yeah flexing, finessing that’s all in my vessels

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert]
The young nigga stay fresh
I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can show him how to dress