Tag: VVS


Smokepurpp – Geek Alot Lyrics




[Intro]
Lil Purpp, aye this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

[Verse]
Wait, yeah I got rich
I could just fuck any bitch
Smokin’ on thoink with yo bitch
She say my gas really hit
Big choppas, ride with mad yoppas
She see the racks on the floor and she hop on my dick like she was a grasshopper
Gucci my kicks, I got designer from head to my kicks
Even my pants are designer, they rich
Walk in the mall and spend a lil’ brick
I’m off the Xan and I’m off the drank
Look at my Backwood it’s full of that stank
Diamonds just water, they came from a tank
I pop a bean and get racks at the bank

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok




Ty Dolla Sign – Don’t Judge Me lyrics




Ty Dolla Sign with “Don’t Judge Me” ft. Future and Swae Lee.

Don’t Judge Me lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?] on your face
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to f*ck on your face
Love me more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this sh*t aight


Born – Hot Topic (feat. Quavo)


[Intro: Quavo]
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Migo, oooh

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 1: Born]
Check out and know that I be the topic
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
When we together we stylin’
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
She always know I be wildin’
She always love I be grindin’
Got it through money and violence
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Oh, yeah that my topic

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 2: Born]
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Shorty must think that I need her
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
I ride with a stick for who want it with me
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In Santo Domingo so many options

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)


Audio Push – Grits


[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits


Rich The Kid – Cookies & Sherbert


[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yah, yah, huh
Yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Pop me a perc now I’m geeking
Hop out the Maybach I’m sleepy (bitch)
Foreign lil model lil eater
I gotta flex for no reason (huh)
I been in the Maybach flexing
Back in the bando a minute
Pot too hot need a mitten (hot)
I was working in the kitchen (yah)
New wave and we winning (winning)
Counting up 150 (hunnid)
I was dreaming bout a Bentley (woah)
Niggas broke pockets empty (broke)
Fuck is you saying dog?
Why they want a hand out?
Over watch stick the dick in her mouth
Diamonds on me straight knocking you out
Ran off with the plug money
Running through it we blowing money
Can’t trust a bitch might turn on you
Take your hoe and I swerve on you (skrt)
Mixing that Fendi with Gucci
I’m pulling up make a movie (woah)
Pull out I bust on her boobies (huh)
She sucking me don’t want the coochie

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup (what)
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yah, I had to make it work
They was hating got em hurt (yuh)
You a pussy wear a skirt (bitch)
Need some syrup call the nurse (huh)
Wanna be like me?
VVS got my diamonds on icy (ice)
Maybach with the curtains (what)
You splurging on her is she worth it? (woo)
Think about it, I cannot change for nobody (nah)
Niggas they lame it’s so sorry (lame)
Boutta cash out on that new rari (skrt skrt)
Rich before I got famous (famous)
You haters said I wouldn’t make it (woah)
Now I’m flexing in they faces (flex)
Left wrist 180 (ice)
With jewelry, can’t stop it I’m flexing on TMZ
Shitting on bitches that doubted me
Pulling up right in that two seater (skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Soak it up just like a mop (soak it up)
You wanna cuff her or cop? (woah)
Run it up to the top (top)
Too many racks bands pop
I’m mixing McQueen with the Louis
I got a pack so she groupin
Visa on me go stupid
Young nigga was trapping the cutie (huh)
Now I’m walking round with the check up (check up)
Young nigga got now and next up (woah)
I had to tennis my neck up (tennis)
My diamonds they bite don’t get close up (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)


Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)


[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit


Desiigner – Thank God I Got It (feat. Mitus)


[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the "oh shit"
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way


Pouya & Fat Nick – Undecided


[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These perkys got me living now
If 5 figures try to book me, nah
Down three oxys I can feel it now
Pop shot out the uzi, blood gon’ hit the ground
Who could’ve picture all this, hoe
My diamonds are shinin’ they glow, woah
Fucking her sister, let’s go, low
I’m smoking, I’m sippin alone, choke
Remixing on bricks I drink clone, foam
Call up my plug he bring more, smoke
Pint after pint hit the road, moan
[?]

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I just came through with the fully loaded magazine
To blow everyone’s brain on the wall
My friends don’t fuck with your friends at all
Fuck the world, we gon’ break the law
Fuck your momma, gon’ break her jaw
Stay in my corner like a loner
Money longer, Pistol up
Hold up, fuckboy I’m on it
Lay a fuckboy on his coffin
For talking, too loud in my office
Gotta’ be cautious, when I’m walking
Can’t trust another man too often
You can’t fix a mind
As fucked up as mine
You can get your life taken any time

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Tommy spraying, keep them bullets raining
All my diamonds dancing, boy I know you hatin’
I don’t need no bitch, Purrp thirty taking
Now six figures, your bitch faded
Rick owens step, I just blew a check
VVS hang
Spending check, come fuck my neck
No, no, can’t come close
[?]
Your bitch on some dick
CAL load and don’t spit
Uzi loaded, my bands folded
She plugged a perc and this bitch goin’
This suicidal, my damn mind
You ain’t got money, I ain’t got time

[Chorus: Pouya]
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you got me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you want me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide


Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never (Painting Pictures Album)


[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolen ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t post up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, they act like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sold no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger


Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never Lyrics


[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolo ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t pull up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sell no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger


Future – Keep Quiet (Hndrxx Album)


From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Fell in love, she done got attached
Love to tell it, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, do the dashboard
See the wheel on the right side
Got her driving on the wrong side
Thought we was driving on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals out of line
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, this the right time
We can kick it off and go to iceline
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chains swinging, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’m a send for you, book the last flight

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Braless swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Fancy cruise and double M
Like you signed a Maybach deal
If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed
Better not cut no fuss at them
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hatin’
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep you fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a little upset
These niggas, they small talkin’
I bet they never cut a real check
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet
When I ain’t come with all these benefits
If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot


Beyonce – Ring the Alarm


[Refrain]
Ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!
Don’t you ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Verse 1]
Tell me how should I feel
When I know what I know
And my female intuition
Telling me you a dog
People told me bout the flames
I couldn’t see through the smoke
When I need answers, accusations
What you mean you gone choke?

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You can’t stay, you gotta go
Ain’t no other chick spending ya dough
This is taking a toll
The way the story unfolds
Not the picture perfect movie everyone would’ve saw

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Refrain]
Ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!
Don’t you ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm

[Verse 2]
Tell me how should I feel
When you made me belong
And the thought of you just touching her
Is what I hate most
I don’t want you but I want it and I can’t let it go
To know you give it to her like you gave it to me, come on

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He’s so arrogant and bold
But she gone love that shit, I know
I done put in a call
Time to ring the alarm
Cause you ain’t never seen a fire like the one I’m gon’ cause

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Bridge]
How can you look at me
And not see all the things that I kept only just for you
Why would you risk it baby is that the price I that pay?
Cause this is my show and I won’t let you go
All it’s been paid for, and it’s mine
How could you look at me
And not see all the things
(See all the things)
(See all the things)

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go


Pouya & Fat Nick – Undecided (Drop Out Of School Album)


[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These perkys got me living now
If 5 figures try to book me, nah
Down three oxys I can feel it now
Pop shot out the uzi, blood gon’ hit the ground
Who could’ve picture all this, hoe
My diamonds are shinin’ they glow, woah
Fucking her sister, let’s go, low
I’m smoking, I’m sippin alone, choke
Remixing on bricks I drink clone, foam
Call up my plug he bring more, smoke
Pint after pint hit the road, moan
[?]

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I just came through with the fully loaded magazine
To blow everyone’s brain on the wall
My friends don’t fuck with your friends at all
Fuck the world, we gon’ break the law
Fuck your momma, gon’ break her jaw
Stay in my corner like a loner
Money longer, Pistol up
Hold up, fuckboy I’m on it
Lay a fuckboy on his coffin
For talking, too loud in my office
Gotta’ be cautious, when I’m walking
Can’t trust another man too often
You can’t fix a mind
As fucked up as mine
You can get your life taken any time

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Tommy spraying, keep them bullets raining
All my diamonds dancing, boy I know you hatin’
I don’t need no bitch, Purrp thirty taking
Now six figures, your bitch faded
Rick owens step, I just blew a check
VVS hang
Spending check, come fuck my neck
No, no, can’t come close
[?]
Your bitch on some dick
CAL load and don’t spit
Uzi loaded, my bands folded
She plugged a perc and this bitch goin’
This suicidal, my damn mind
You ain’t got money, I ain’t got time

[Chorus: Pouya]
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you got me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you want me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide


Pouya & Fat Nick – Perfect (Drop Out Of School Album)


[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Crashin’ dirty Rari, poppin’ percs at parties
Swervin’ Kawasaki, 30 flip a body
Keep me feeling muddy, perkys in my tummy
I don’t need no bitch, I leave my dick running
40 clip jerk out the 30
Smashing the gas, it gon’ skrrtie
VVS bleeding, they on me
Shorty keep sucking all on me
AK verging, blast, swish a pint at last
Smoke a pound of gas, Panamera smash
Diamond keep dancing real clean
Ex bitch, she ain’t over me

[Hook: Fat Nick (x2)]
40 on me, I pop it
Ate a tec, I’ma drop it
Audi Coupe, yeah I swerve it
My diamonds they dancing so perfect

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I don’t relate to nobody
The violence, the sirens, they get you excited
Never let ’em see the other side
Of me and my mind, it get deeper with time
If you jump out the line, you get back in that hoe
Underground Underdog pull out a hundred racks
Just to flex at my old high school, run it back
Get in line bitch, everybody hate
Rappers wanna run around and talk on me daily
Saying no names, yeah they talking real vaguely
Lately my mood has been bitch you can’t phase me

[Hook: Fat Nick (x2)]
40 on me, I pop it
Ate a tec, I’ma drop it
Audi Coupe, yeah I swerve it
My diamonds they dancing so perfect


Yayaya – Future feat. Koly P & Zoey Dollaz lyrics


Lyrics Future – Yayaya

f*ckin’ b*tches on the carpet
It remind me when I was starvin'(yayaya)

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep (Can’t get no sleep)
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Let the money counter go beep (Go Beep)
Let the ATM go brrr (Brrr)
Like them niggas hating on me (On Me)
Well f*ck it, that bag waiting on me (Thats facts)
I just came back from Dubai (Dubai)
You f*ck niggas that never left the city (Never left)
I’m bout to flex on these niggas (Flex)
I’m ’bout to stunt with no pity (Hahaha)
Know a nigga keep the Draco (Draco)
I heard them niggas out here tryna kill me (What)
30 rounds in that motherf*cker
Make sure the f*ck niggas gon’ feel it (Feel me)
Heard those niggas don’t like me (Like me)
I prolly f*cked a nigga wifey (I did)
A young nigga still juggin out (Juggin)
A young nigga still swiping (Swipping)
VVS and the diamond chains (Bling)
You can see me when the light dim (Light dim)
We ain’t doing no more Cubans (Cuban)
Tennis chains with the diamonds (Diamonds)
Eliantte that’s my jeweler (Yante)
.40 cal that’s my Ruger (I be on it)
f*ck nigga I do ya (Bow)
How you p*ssy niggas on the news, bruh?

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayaya.

I know niggas who got rich just of selling D
And when my co-defendant snitch, I had to take the plea
These niggas all on black and white, I think they referees
Lil Koly deep off in this water, I think I’m Captain D’s
If you my dog, then you my dog and b*tch we scratchin’ fleas
I got money burning candles selling versuri-lyrics.info
And for the love of that money, nigga f*ck with greed
I got a plug in Columbia who talking Coca leaves.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, ya ya ya.

Heard you got ten foreigns, nigga, ya ya ya
These young niggas squeezin’, they ain’t sparrin’, ya ya ya
I pray we rich forever Zoey, ya ya ya
We gon’ f*ck this b*tch together Zoey, ya ya ya
Money inside the wall now, ya ya ya
They pulling up with cars now, ya ya ya
.. and heard me, ya ya ya (free my bro)
I take Actavis and Perkys ya, ya, ya
Soon as I got my bag right, copped a Rari
These Balenciagas, nigga you shopped at Zara
Sky dweller shinin’ on me, ya ya ya
Got your main girl sliding on me, yayaya.

Heard the money counter go beep
They trynna catch me while I’m sleep
I sold dope and made a sacrifice
Keep on hating cause I know you’re tired
Baddest b*tch gon’ worship me like God
Treat my dawgs like kings, we some god’s
Fresh out the motherf*ckin’ stove serving that ya ya ya
You lookin’ for some dope? We got it, yayayaaa.
Future lyrics
Video Future


Ace Hood – Give Thanks


[Intro]
Devil get off me
Blessed up
Count up
Nation
Woo

[Hook]
Rollie with the new face
Pocket full of blue faces
Over-feelin’ my safe
Over-workin’ my faith
I just got to give thanks
I just got to give thanks
We just havin’ our way
I just gotta give thanks
Everything champagne
VVS’s my change
Way too blessed to complain
Way too blessed to complain
Give thanks, give thanks

[Verse 1]
I’m in the end zone
Fuck it’s a field go
I know the real zoe’s
You know the weirdos
I’m on some fly shit
I like a fly bitch
Used to see cockroaches
When I hit the light switch
Young nigga came up
How could they blame us
Know when the money arrived we never decided to change up
Unless it’s the whip game
Or maybe the wrist game
I’m with the big thing
We all on risk game
Rolling cookies in the papers
Ballin’ like I’m in the majors
Chosen one I got the favor
Did it all without a label
Money calling got the money calling like an alcoholic, I’m an addict
My niggas with me automatic
I was never going static
Blame the money and the status
Turned a nigga to a savage
Turned a nigga to a beast
Competition get deceased
Blessings on me nigga, sheesh
Young nigga better preach
Balmains on the feet
Grindin’ seven days a week

[Bridge]
Bless, bless, bless
Hallelujah, thank God, amen

[Hook]
Rollie with the new face
Pocket full of blue faces
Over-feelin’ my safe
Over-workin’ my faith
I just got to give thanks
I just got to give thanks
We just havin’ our way
I just gotta give thanks
Everything champagne
VVS’s my change
Way too blessed to complain
Way too blessed to complain
Give thanks, give thanks

[Verse 2]
I’m in the Benzo (skrr, skrr)
I smell like a check tho
This what they mad for?
Look how the neck glow
I’m with the lit gang
You with them lame lames
Four, three, two, one, call it a ball game
Counting blessings, since an adolescent, I’ve been really destined for the greatest
I just give ’em motivation
I be speaking revelation
Nigga started in the basement
I handle bars like a waitress
People tell me I’m the chosen, gotta keep it focused, runnin’ outta patience
HN on the logo
Real ones, no pretendo
No games, no nintendo
Don’t you open up the window
God damn, I’m fresh
God damn, she sexy
You for certain that she yours?
I bet tomorrow she text me

[Hook]
Rollie with the new face
Pocket full of blue faces
Over-feelin’ my safe
Over-workin’ my faith
I just got to give thanks
I just got to give thanks
We just havin’ our way
I just gotta give thanks
Everything champagne
VVS’s my change
Way too blessed to complain
Way too blessed to complain
Give thanks, give thanks

[Outro]
Devil get off me
Devil get off me


Future – Keep Quiet Lyrics


[Intro]
From the club to the telly, on the floor
On the table, you better not
Wake the neighbors, you better not
Wake them neighbors, girl

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Verse 1]
Fell in love, she done got attached
Gotta tell her, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, to the dance floor
See the wheel on the right side
I was drivin’ on the wrong side
Saw you drivin’ on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals online
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ all wrong wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chat it up, but I ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, it’s the right time
We can kick it off and go to Iceland
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
Ain’t no stresses I’ma give ’em to ya
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chain swangin’, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’ma send for you, book the last flight

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Verse 2]
Rollin’ swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Gotchu cruisin’, double limit
Like you sign the Maybach there
If you ’round the clause might be here
In bed, I don’t know bless
Better not cut the first head off
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trusted you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hate me
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep it fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a lil’ upset
These niggas, they smilin’, talkin’
I bet they never caught a real chick
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been late on a bill yet
When I come in with all these benefits
If you fucked a nigga who famous, you better

[Hook]
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

[Outro]
From the club to the telly, on the floor
On the table, you better not
Wake the neighbors, you better not
Wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot


Ashley All Day – Shup All Daaay Lyrics


[Hook: Nick Travae & Ashley All Day]
I been gettin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day
I been countin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day

[Verse 1: Nick Travae]
You niggas garbage like Oscar the Grouch
Never had a hundred thou on your couch
All about that fuckin’ cheese like a mouse
Marriage ain’t my bitch, money my spouse
Pull up to the spot, these niggas [?]
Nigga on dummy, my niggas is shootin’
Five boxes, switches niggas is zooted
Take it straight to the face, lungs is polluted
Woah, I got a beard on my toes
Woah, I get that work for the low
Woah, bitch when I smile see gold
Woah, from the south side of the Co
Pop a xan and I’m leanin’
They know I rep Shup, they know the meanin’
Bitch I been hotter, bitch steamin’
Yo niggas is pussies, my niggas is demons
Fiends they be feedin, my VVS gleamin’
So head of the game that they think that I’m cheatin’
Got hella spots like a cheater
Clientele page in my [?], these niggas can’t see me
She give it up I’ma stick it, it smell like water I lick it
Cop me a 50 peg flip it
Hell no this ain’t Fifa, ain’t tryna kick it
Either you fuckin’ or either you dippin’

[Hook: Nick Travae & Ashley All Day]
I been gettin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day
I been countin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day

[Verse 2: Ashley All Day]
Strapped up, sealin’ packs up, get yo racks up
In the cut, twistin’ up my moves, I can never front
This one goes out to the tar in my lungs
Try finessin’ me hoe, I got the drums and the guns
Lilfacetatt, but you knew that, bitch get back
Iono how to act, and I might just snap
Keep a bad bitch countin’ up stacks and her ass fat
You ain’t got a back, broke boy, Ion fuck with that
You ain’t gotta like me but your favorite rapper do
And your nigga, and your cousin, and your fuckin’ auntie too
Give the ice, give me the cup, give me the purple and red to pour up
Stuff me a cone, give me a blunt
Countin’ this fetty all day with the Shup

[Hook: Nick Travae & Ashley All Day]
I been gettin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day
I been countin’ money, all day
Rollin’ up a ion, all day
Pull up and I’m stuntin’, all day
Though I do this shit it’s nothin’, all day


OG Maco – Worried Lyrics


[Hook]
As long as scales work there’s work
As long as there’s work there’s work
A nigga going hard for the (?)
A nigga spent a whole night serving
As long as scales work there’s work
As long as there’s work there’s work
A nigga going hard for the (?)
A nigga spent a whole night serving

[Verse 1]
I got another phone, still work
We never talk on phones on purpose
We had to switch it up and get drastic
We (?)
The club’s full of drank and its active
My niggas got the full metal rackets
I’m counting eyes closed, counting backwards
We flow like VVS’s on them bastards
Got the four and its active
There’s a whole lot of pussy niggas capping
We went and grabbed a scale from (?)
We spraying shit first, bail after

[Hook]
As long as scales work there’s work
As long as there’s work there’s work
A nigga going hard for the (?)
A nigga spent a whole night serving
As long as scales work there’s work
As long as there’s work there’s work
A nigga going hard for the (?)
A nigga spent a whole night serving


Gucci Mane – Million Dollar Man Lyrics


[Verse 1]
The crowd in a rage, Gucci gettin’ paid
Icey made your girl throw her thong on the stage
Young Gucci Mane hottest nigga in the A
Sellin plenty yae, movin’ 20 bricks a day
Used to have a 86 cut with the T-top
Now I’m in a S-L-5 with a top drop
Too hot to handle, ridin’ down Conloe
Baby it’s a Kodak moment, get your camera
Gucci Mane LaFlare nigga, damn what you say
Girls goin’ crazy ’bout the nigga with the waves
Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers
Voted best dressed ever since 8th grade
You don’t really know us, Lamb with the doors up
Wrist so froze up, it’ll make you throw up
Mama, I’mma be like Gucci when I grow up
Move big weight so I got money to throw up
Pimp tight nigga dead fresh with a mink coat
Lookin’ for a big booty bitch with a deep throat

[Hook]
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I got a trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thang change
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I gotta trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
Uh! Ain’t a damn thing change
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 2]
Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk
Came to the club, I was already drunk
Laid back young nigga never get crunk
But if you fine might trick a lil’ some
Chain sell VVS you would think I’m UPS
Cause I knock on your door like I got your address
Air fresh everyday nigga that’s me
Trash can hoes can’t smoke my trees
Gucci MPMP pony my family need me to bring groceries
I’m a 6 4 weed mike check night check
I ain’t seen a nigga out flow me yet
A vet in a ‘Vette ridin’ through yo set
With two out of state state bitches and a case of Moet
A blonde or brunette what we gon’ do next
Good sex good day they say I’mma good catch
Gucci mane LaFlare don’t fuck with hoodrats
Hit my blunt twice bitch and pass my blunt back

[Hook]
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I got a trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same, set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I gotta trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
Uh! Ain’t a damn thing change
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 3:]
Brick man Gucci Mane nigga I’m the man
Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan
Say she got my poster hangin’ on her wall
And she love every word every song that she heard
Absurd I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd
A school catch a nerd like a child strike a nerve
Absurd with these words with these nouns and these verbs
Kinda perved so I swerved my Lebrons on the curb
Still in the hood gettin’ rich on the third
Watchin’ out for 12 cause the people observe
I’mma burn one smoke one wit the world for
All the Gucci fans Gucci broads with your girl


PnB Rock – Attention (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Gttm Goin Thru The Motions Album)


[Hook]
Soon as I pull up
Yeah, my wrist want attention
Got your bitch in my section
I can feel all the tension
By the way did I mention
I’m with all of my henchman
And you know they on gold, yeah woah
Soon as I pull up
And my wrist on froze
And your bitch she chose
I’m with all of my bros
And we gon’ keep on flexin’
And we gon’ keep on flexin’
Balling hard no question, yeah
Soon as I pull up

[Verse 1]
Steady chasing, the money it took me to better places
Black diamonds with the white diamonds, yeah we call that shit segregation
VVS’s yeah they always shining
Got ’em sick you can peep they faces
Mighta said I ain’t fucking with him but you can never I say I ever hated
All this gas got me elevated
They ain’t think that I will ever make it
Your bitch she gave me good brain, you can tell she was educated
I beat the pussy, I never ate it
She can never say we ever dated
She can never be my main cause I’m in too love with the big faces

[Bridge]
While you be holding hands with your bitch
I been in the car, popping xans with your bitch
Me and all my man’s hit your bitch
I’m bout to get some head in my whip, yeah

[Hook]
Soon as I pull up
Yeah, my wrist want attention
Got your bitch in my section
I can feel all the tension
By the way did I mention
I’m with all of my henchman
And you know they on gold, yeah woah
Soon as I pull up
And my wrist on froze
And your bitch she chose
I’m with all of my bros
And we gon’ keep on flexin’
And we gon’ keep on flexin’
Balling hard no question, yeah
Soon as I pull up

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Open my door, [?]
I want your hoe
Nobody know, I been on the low
Made me a million, the game got a dealing
I’m concerned about you ’cause all you my children
I’m rollin’ and sippin’ (I’m rollin’ and sippin’)
Go smoke ’til the ceiling (go smoke ’til the ceiling)
She ain’t tryna fuck, get right in the truck and move on to some’ different
I’m always getting paid, getting [?] you see how I’m living
I hop in my ride [?] and now that bitch tippin’
Whole lotta Bombay, whole lotta Hennessy
Whole lotta niggas ’round to hold down my enemies
Whole lotta weed getting rolled in a paper plane
Whole lotta bitches scream my name

[Hook]
Soon as I pull up
Yeah, my wrist want attention
Got your bitch in my section
I can feel all the tension
By the way did I mention
I’m with all of my henchman
And you know they on gold, yeah woah
Soon as I pull up
And my wrist on froze
And your bitch she chose
I’m with all of my bros
And we gon’ keep on flexin’
And we gon’ keep on flexin’
Balling hard no question, yeah
Soon as I pull up

[Verse 3]
Bitches be waiting on me
‘Cause all of these diamonds be skating on me
I take his bitch and I know that he sad
He can’t do shit but keep hating on me
‘Cause he know the gang is with me
And he know they ain’t playing me
And he know that they’re sprayin’ for me

[Hook]
Soon as I pull up
Yeah, my wrist want attention
Got your bitch in my section
I can feel all the tension
By the way did I mention
I’m with all of my henchman
And you know they on gold, yeah woah
Soon as I pull up
And my wrist on froze
And your bitch she chose
I’m with all of my bros
And we gon’ keep on flexin’
And we gon’ keep on flexin’
Balling hard no question, yeah
Soon as I pull up


Young Jeezy – Never Settle


[Hook]
I want it all, brand new socks and draws
And a bitch so bad you don’t see all the flaws
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
You want the same? Just don’t never settle
I want it all, champagne like Niagra Falls
And a big boy grill, portraits of Pac on the walls
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
Got two words for ya, never settle

[Verse 1]
I’ma leave the bars to Kendrick and Cole I speak that real life
I-75 with them O’s know what that feel like
So how could you compare me to niggas? You can’t be serious
Ain’t the type to ask all the questions, you got me curious
Bout the only nigga in it this solid, bitch I’m a kilo
They like "who that you got there with you Young?" Oh that’s just my ego
Back to the business at hand, I need a four way
And I don’t give a fuck where it’s at, I go to Norway
Tryna be the first to the spot just like Colombus
The residue done clogged up the sink, they called the plumbers
Let down the window, tossed out the phone, I heard static
It’s time to get all them dirty clothes up out the attic
The more you niggas doubt the more ambitious I get
I’m going out like Tony, I’m busting, talking my shit
Can line my haters up, everyone of them motherfuckers
Can open up my eyes, I see none of them motherfuckers

[Hook]
I want it all, brand new socks and draws
And a bitch so bad you don’t see all the flaws
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
You want the same? Just don’t never settle
I want it all, champagne like Niagra Falls
And a big boy grill, portraits of Pac on the walls
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
Got two words for ya, never settle

[Verse 2]
How you gon’ stop some shit that’s unstoppable?
Why you speaking logic to some niggas that ain’t logical?
They know a room full of hatin’ ass niggas ain’t an obstacle
I see you got them VVS around you neck, look like a popsicle
I put on for my city before I even wrote the song
If I’m ever out the house with you, you know the rope was on
Picture worth 1000 words don’t need to take it out the frame
But the nigga right beside you tryna take you out the game
Like oh, see me (?) with bosses and bad bitches
And I don’t fuck with industry niggas, they ass kissers
I had a million niggas that told me I wouldn’t make it
Then I sold a million records, the talent you can’t fake it
Look, one time for that nine ho, two times for that grind though
They wanna see you light skinned, make sure that you shine though
That’s why I sit back and just roll up the weed
Let’s talk the bullshit that’s just what a nigga need

[Hook]
I want it all, brand new socks and draws
And a bitch so bad you don’t see all the flaws
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
You want the same? Just don’t never settle
I want it all, champagne like Niagra Falls
And a big boy grill, portraits of Pac on the walls
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
Got two words for ya, never settle

[Hook]
I want it all, brand new socks and draws
And a bitch so bad you don’t see all the flaws
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
You want the same? Just don’t never settle
I want it all, champagne like Niagra Falls
And a big boy grill, portraits of Pac on the walls
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
Got two words for ya, never settle


Skeme – How Could I Be Blamed Lyrics


[Hook: Skeme]
How could I be blamed
How could I be blamed
How could I be blamed (yuh)
How could I be blamed
Straight out the struggle and pain
I’m a product of the wildest environment
So how in the fuck could you blame me
If it was you, you do the same thing
(2x)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
If it was you, you do the same thing
I’m from the muhfuckin sword of the land
The originators of the gangbang
Squad rockin all these stupid cuban cuban links
We the chain gang
All I ever knew was oppression
Never knew them diamonds you see when the chain swing
My niggas want murder and drama
Don’t give no fuck bout no peace
I got water in them VVS diamonds
Put the SOX all round the piece
Po’ up a fo’ of that mud, that oil
All flappin, no grease
Still I ain’t slept in this bitch in a week
That young nigga here he a beast

[Hook: Skeme]

[Verse 2: Skeme]
How in the fuck you line up in a lane with a boss?
You ain’t even cut from the cloth
You ain’t with business at all
He ain’t no beast, he a bitchboy
Won’t even ride for the cause
Ima shot caller bitch, if it’s one time only I could call it off
Bought a shotgun sawed off
Threw the window we go shooting cause they saw it all
Westside! Westside!
Straight out that muhfuckin street where the shit raw
I’m laughin at (?)
Real recognize real, G shit
I see it in ya eyes you ain’t got it in ya

[Hook: Skeme]

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Again you niggas play the blame game
I was in the trap, David Blaine thing
We all grew up round the same thing
Half the homies I know gangbang
Other half still in the streets
They rather press up a piece
Shit, I got a clip on me now
I gotta get rich off it now, yeah
Swear this is all that I knew, put us all up in coupes
Rollies and chains, I get all of it duke
Shoutout to Duke, he rollin with me
He get all of it too
VVS diamonds they dancin on me
Carats on carats on carats, but I won’t go back to the P
I turned me to something from nothing
And they wanna turn that to me
How you pin that up on me

[Hook: Skeme]


21 Savage – 100


[Intro]
21, 21, 21
Slaughter Gang
21
21 Gang
Y’all know what the fuck poppin’
Slaughter Gang shit
21, 21

[Hook]
Choppa on me hold a 100 (100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (200)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (300)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21, 21)

[Verse 1]
Choppa on me, hold a 100
Pull up on your nigga, gun him
Pull up on your niggas runnin’
21, 21, 21
Pull up on you, get to clappin’
Slaughter Gang known for whackin’
Slaughter Gang known for trappin’
21
I’m 21 Savage, I play with them sticks
21 Savage, I play with them bricks
21 Savage, I play with your bitch
Groupie bitches, I just nut on their lips
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock
12 gauge knock you outta your socks

[Hook]
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100 (blow, blow, blow)

[Verse 2]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl
I got a white bitch, play with her nose (snort coke)
VVS diamonds, yeah they froze (bling, blaow)
So rich I bought my bitch a ring for her toe (rich nigga shit)
50 thousand on me, hol’ up, 100 thousand on me, hol’ up
200 on a Bentley, hol’ up I’m in this bitch doin’… donuts
Choppa hold me hold a 100, bitch
Glock 40 with the 30 clip
ZL6 you know it’s rented bitch
Niggas fakin’ and we run it, bitch

[Hook]
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (ra!)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (graa!)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)


21 Savage – 100 Lyrics


(Intro)
21, 21, 21
Slaughter Gang
21
21 Gang
Y’all know what the f..k popping
Slaughter Gang s**t
21, 21

(Chorus)
Choppa on me hold a 100, (100
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100, 200
Choppa on me hold a 100, 300
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100, hold up
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100, 21, 21

(Verse 1)
Choppa on me, hold a 100
Pull up on your ni**a, gun him
Pull up on your ni**as running
21, 21, 21
Pull up on you, get to clapping
Slaughter Gang known for whacking
Slaughter Gang known for trapping
21
I’m 21 Savage, I play with them sticks
21 Savage, I play with them bricks
21 Savage, I play with your bi**h
Groupie bi**hes, I just nut on their lips
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock
12 gauge knock you outta your socks

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl
I got a white bi**h, play with her nose, snort coke
VVS diamonds, yeah they froze, bling, blaow
So rich I bought my bi**h a ring for her toe, rich ni**a s**t
50 thousand on me, hol up, 100 thousand on me, hol’ up
200 on a Bentley, hol up I’m in this bi**h doing donuts
Choppa hold me hold a 100, bi**h
Glock 40 with the 30 clip
ZL6 you know it’s rented bi**h
Ni**as faking and we run it, bi**h


21 Savage – 100 lyrics


itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/21-savage-artist.html”>21 SAVAGE 100 lyrics

21, 21, 21
Slaughter Gang
21
21 Gang
Y’all know what the fuck poppin’
Slaughter Gang shit
21, 21

Choppa on me hold a 100 (100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (200)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (300)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21, 21)

Choppa on me, hold a 100
Pull up on your nigga, gun him
Pull up on your niggas runnin’
21, 21, 21
Pull up on you, get to clappin’
Slaughter Gang known for whackin’
Slaughter Gang known for trappin’
21
I’m 21 Savage, I play with them sticks
21 Savage, I play with them bricks
21 Savage, I play with your bitch
Groupie bitches, I just nut on their lips
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock
12 gauge knock you outta your socks

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100 (blow, blow, blow)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl
I got a white bitch, play with her nose (snout coke)
VVS diamonds, yeah they froze (bling, blaow)
So rich I bought my bitch a ring for her toe (rich nigga shit)
50 thousand on me, hol’ up, 100 thousand on me, hol’ up
200 on a Bentley, hol’ up I’m in this bitch doin’… donuts
Choppa hold me hold a 100, bitch
Glock 40 with the 30 clip
ZL6 you know it’s rented bitch
Niggas fakin’ and we run it, bitch

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (ra!)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (graa!)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)


Lil Bibby – Squad (feat. 21 Savage)


[Intro: Lil Bibby]
I.Trez on the track
What they say they say?
They say you ain’t goin’ hard like you used to
Man what’s goin’ on?
They say they want that mothafuckin’ 2013 feel, man
What’s goin’ on, man?
They say you ain’t goin’ hard, Bib

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
I say I don’t rock with niggas, ’cause they’re fake and they’re fraud
All my youngins pull his card, and they down to catch a charge
See you talk it, but I live it, yeah all my niggas with it
When it come to the money, I’m a savage, I go get it
I just be countin’ them faces, I just be flyin’ to places
Used to record in the basement, young Hov in the makin’
Bibby Ross, I’m the boss, buy it all, fuck the cost
Every king take a loss, goin’ hard, never soft

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Niggas actin’ like hoes
My watch VVS’, nigga and my teeth gold (bling)
I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw
Bitch I’ma shoot that choppa like a free throw (21, 21)
You put a ring on that bitch and she a freak ho
I got three trap spots and I got four bowls
I got five AKs and I got six Uzis
I got seven bitches gettin’ ate in the jacuzzi (21, 21)
Young Savage and I taste like candy, wanna chew it?
Bitch I get that check, and you know a nigga blew it (21, 21)
Pull up on your street like Doe and cut the lights off (bitch)
VVS diamonds shinin’ when them lights off
Make you take your ice off (21)
She got a fat ass, and her nigga soft
Bitch I rep that double M like Rick Ross
My bitch bad, she say I’m poppin’ like her lip gloss
Got a big dick, finna fuck her lips up

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
Niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
Say I’m still goin’ hard for the squad, swear to God
All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin’ like some broads
‘Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad
I don’t rock with niggas, they some fakes and they’re frauds


TINASHE – C’est La Vie lyrics


Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me
Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me

It’s now or never
‘Cause I’m leaving the city at dawn
I’m chasing good weather (weather, weather)
I got lots of cash on me, they’ll never find us
Skipping all the cracks and leave it all behind us
(Behind us, behind us, all behind us)
Never
And I like it
You ain’t seen nothing (you ain’t seen nothing yet)
Never really ever stop, makin’ money on the low
I been on my VVS
I be on my head to toe

I’m finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me
Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me

Baby, stay with me
(Baby, stay with me)

Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me


Tinashe – C’est La Vie (Nightride Album) letras

November 4, 2016

Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me
Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me

[Verse 1]
It’s now or never
‘Cause I’m leaving the city at dawn
I’m chasing good weather (weather, weather)
I got lots of cash on me, they’ll never find us
Skipping all the cracks and leave it all behind us
(Behind us, behind us, all behind us)
Never
And I like it
You ain’t seen nothing (you ain’t seen nothing yet)
Never really ever stop, makin’ money on the low
I been on my VVS
I be on my head to toe

[Chorus]
I’m finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me
Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me

Baby, stay with me
(Baby, stay with me)

[Outro]
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me


Tinashe – C’est La Vie

November 4, 2016

Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me
Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me

[Verse 1]
It’s now or never
‘Cause I’m leaving the city at dawn
I’m chasing good weather (weather, weather)
I got lots of cash on me, they’ll never find us
Skipping all the cracks and leave it all behind us
(Behind us, behind us, all behind us)
Never
And I like it
You ain’t seen nothing (you ain’t seen nothing yet)
Never really ever stop, makin’ money on the low
I been on my VVS
I be on my head to toe

[Chorus]
I’m finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me
Finally feeling free for the night, I got no worries
Finally got a claim on my life, baby, c’est la vie
I got plenty trees for the flight
Think I’ll stay a while, I think I’ll stay a while
Ah, baby, stay with me

Baby, stay with me
(Baby, stay with me)

[Outro]
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me


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