Tag: VVS


NLE Choppa – Protect Lyrics


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[Intro]
Yeah, NLE the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I said I’m the booth with pneumonia symptoms
But they might say it’s Corona symptoms
Oh-oh, oh-oh, woah, oh woah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
Reminiscin’ ’bout the old days (Old days)
Back when the Grizzlies had O.J., yeah
When I had me a bald fade, wanted all the J’s and I couldn’t get no play (And I couldn’t get no play)
Times fly by when you having fun
But back then I ain’t feel like I had nothin’
Back when a nigga didn’t need a mask on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I kept a ski mask and my cash grew long (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh woah)
Mom bumpin’ Jodeci, Jodesay
Pop drink the rosé on a Sunday
I had school on Monday (On Monday)
Contemplatin’ droppin’ out, I was only in the tenth grade (I was only in the tenth grade)
I’m a boss, they was tryna make us slaves
A lotta souls been lost since pre-k (Since pre-k)
Our thoughts create our reality
Confirmation, it came from the CIA (From the CIA)
There’s a topic that need to be unmuted
But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it (When it come to it)
Couple miles away, we ain’t gotta run to it (Run to it)
Marathon gettin’ shorter, we gon’ break through it (We gon’ break through it)
I’d rather teach wellness, to kings and queens
Matter of fact, gods and goddesses (Gods and goddesses)
I’m pickin’ they brains, put facts in they head
They callin’ me a cosmetologist (A cosmetologist)
Why the Bible similar to astrology?
Prophet makin’ prophecies
How many days the sun goin’ down on the 21st? I say, “About three”
Vaccines, the mark of the beast (The mark of the beast)
Can’t put no chip in me (No chip in me)
Tryna break spirituality (Reality)
Tryna fuck up DNA and my genes (My genes)

[Chorus]
Protect the mind and soul
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Don’t leave the house without my crystals
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Protect the mind and soul
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Don’t leave the house without my crystals (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
To make a long story short you would have to book the words in courts
Nothing less, nothing more, playin’ chess with the boards
Tell a nigga pick the poison, abortion or orphan
Had to take me to Maury
Oh Lordy, the majority of the kids I may have been mournin’
Tell me grand risin’, don’t tell me good morning
Words put a spell on my conscience
I’m risin’ and I’m horny
Had to come fresh with a girl named Lauren
But she was too borin’
Ignorin’ outpouring of the pain, in her heart, she was storin’
Her head’s in the clouds, she was soaring, and she was foreign
Will I ever find love one day (One day) before they put me in my grave? (My grave)
People been temporary (Yeah, yeah)
Can I just get my way, can I just get my way?
If you come in my life just stay
Can you stay? Baby, stay for me
I changed my ways, did you wait?
I hate to say, you didn’t wait for me
All the shit I felt been fake
It left me baked, call me bakery
Don’t check on me, I’m doin’ fine
Everything been divine, just pray for me
Slow and steady win the race, but I’ve been pickin’ up the pace
I had to lace up my laces, I’m lookin’ behind me, they chasin’, they chasin’, they chasin’
The finish line been awaitin’
The people, they clap and they wavin’
Congragulatin’, praisin’ me ’cause I just conquered Satan
I’m praisin’ this feeling, amazin’
I was stuck up in a basement then I started elevatin’

[Chorus]
Protect the mind and soul
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Don’t leave the house without my crystals
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Protect the mind and soul
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
Don’t leave the house without my crystals (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Outro]
NLE the Top Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Ayy-ayy, woah, oh
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Yung Fume – Help You Out Lyrics (feat. Lil Durk)


[Intro]
(Forrest Beats)

[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I'm gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin' with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I'm gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin' with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
One time he' a shooter, the other minute they ain't stand down (Stand down)
When you go to jail you love them bitches who ain't stayin' down (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna f*ck a bitch but she gon' tweak, I know she fan down (Fan down)
Me knowin' my bitch, gon' cut off my dick, when she find out
You told or not, nigga? That's confusion (That's confusion)
These real VVS's, not infusions (Ooh woah)
They'll try to count you out whenever you losin'
I used it for my motivation when I was losin' (Oh)
I need you, you need me (You need me)
I lost you, I couldn't think (I couldn't think)
I lost you, I couldn't breathe (I couldn't breathe)
I'm just tryna get back, we ain't grievin'
Walkin' down the darkest road all alone, you left me alone
Get on my own, was my own, can you really leave me alone
[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I'm gonna bail you out (Bail you out)

These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin' with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Fume]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out (Sell you out)
Ridin' through the Dirty South (Ayy)
Trap money, now it's money in the bank account
I was in the A smokin' an ounce (Ounce)
Yeah, I was in the A my hitta hold a hunnid rounds
In the strip club, that's the hookah lounge (Lounge)
If I tell my brother, "Pull it", he gon' pull it out
I ain't tryna sign if the label ain't talkin' large ammounts
Trappin' out my grandma house, rapping 'til I make it out
Clap him then I'm skatin' out, uh (Oh, oh)
I'm skatin' out
Only talkin' money, you better pay me now
Bitches wanna f*ck, yeah they tryna have my baby now (Ooh)
Me and Ladi on the grind, we seein' paper, wow
So much sons in the game, tryna take my style
I'ma put tints on the Range 'cause I'm famous now (I'm famous now), yeah
[Chorus: Yung Fume & Lil Durk]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out (Yeah)
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
And if my brothers go jail, I'm gonna bail you out (Bail you out)
These groupies on me for some clout
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out
Percocets and Xans now, bitch I am the man now (Yeah, yeah)
Catch his ass, man down
Lackin' with his pants down (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Yung Fume]
I tried to give you people help, I tried to help you out
Never let my people fail, I'll never sell you out
Glow bullet, hmm, ooh woah
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out (Yeah, yeah)
Got some shooters on the low and they'll L you out (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Glow bullet


Lil’ Duke – Most Wanted Lyrics (feat. Peewee Longway & Offset)


[Intro]
Tryna get through
Smokin’ rapper f*ck
Do right get you some sacks

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted

[Verse 1: PeeWee Longway]
They posting my face up on corners, Americas Most Wanted
I’m ready to take my opponent
Trappin’ the pack on the corner, OG gas
Most of my niggas we felons for intent to distribute them onions we workin’ our bag
Keepin’ it blue crippin’ trap with the rag
Americas most wanted for trap and dab
Dope in my Rollie leaving out that lab
Arabian bitch pulling up in the lab
Been waitin’ on my moment
Got a head chopper can’t wait to use
In the traphouse I went undisuputed
Take that lil’ bitch make a movie
Stuff crust up the bitch with 2 gram doobies
Make that bitch spit up loogies
We chewin’ on my shrooms, hallucinating
Cavalli my body, moon shades
Longway be kickin’ and pimpin’ like he from the bay
Forever most wanted, paper cuts thumbin’ through hundreds

[Chorus: Lil Duke & Offset]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted

Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted (Uh, oh)
Americas most wanted (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
How does it feel to be stuck in this situation where you can’t even elevate
My niggas on go they accelerate
A million two cups I’ma celebrate
When I’m droppin’ the top off the ‘Rari
I’m sippin’ on Actavis I’m good on Bacardi
Look at the haters through my Cartiers (See ya)
Dab up on that bitch like I’m from Bel Air
I know that you thinkin’ that it ain’t fair
Because all of my niggas flexin’ Ric Flair
You don’t want war, I declare
My niggas with me, hood affair
Running through the lobby trappin’ broccoli
Come through the bitch and countin’ up monopoly
Most of my niggas coming from the poverty
We seen it coming took the opportunity

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
I know how to whip a whole well
Trappin’ and servin’ the fish scale
All ’bout a work and I don’t need a scale
Coming in 50 pounds, kilo bales
I’m so on point no nail
Promethazine with codeine got me movin’ like a snail
Only run with big dogs, p*ssy nigga be well
Now its Rollies 40 pointers VVS’s, big stones

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
All of my whole life I been waiting on this moment
And why the hell you rented something so cheap
You coulda owned it
And my niggas got felonies man all them niggas wanted
I could take on whatever in front of me show me my opponent
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Most wanted, most wanted, most wanted
Americas most wanted


Headie One – Hear No Evil Lyrics (feat. Future)


We get money and brand new Pradas
I can’t front ’cause niggas be ballin’
I got the bando jumpin’ like Spalding
Get your hit up, get sliced in the face
Ain’t no love for no nigga who hate
I got the hood on lock, it’s laced
Ain’t no witnesses, ain’t no traces
Pluto

Yuh, hear no evil, see no evil (Turn, turn)
Lil’ bro done a drill while I was in Dubai eatin’ seafood (Turn, turn, turn, turn, woo, turn, ayy)
When that block pop, no diesel
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun too [?]
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (Bah, bah)
Get down or lay it down, our smoke and theirs ain’t got the same sound
On the bando floor, there’s needles
Not a wire or strip in your mouth
Never can we sleep on the [?]
Right now we’re just throwin’ Ls down
Our hustle was the way of livin’
They ain’t see the vision, Ray Charles, Ray Charles (Ayy)
But we not playin’ foul, money, respect, and power
Opp man still tryna chase that clout
But we fill the air with gunpowder
Bad b come to the niz
Eyes up, face down, she in love with the flick
Said her ledge is wet, lookin’ like I let her come on my wrist
All the times I whipped
I left her as a D on the sink
All the times that I lost that smoke
I had the Fed tryna search for my prints (Ah, ah)
When I think it’s run, though
When I rise, I’m not brushin’ my teeth (Turn)
I run up those dreams, still holdin’ my heart
Still holdin’ my soul, I got it in ink, yeah

Hear no evil, see no evil
On the bando floor was needles
We do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin’ the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin’ vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent a kilo
Got my magazine like Benzino
Breakin’ up bank three days like CeeLo
Makin’ a movie, Al Pacino
Split your throat, it’s like a free throw
Hop in a ghost with a bag, your P.O.
Hoppin’ in Paris like I’m mobbin’ in Rio
They can’t compare me, I’m livin’ la vida
Wrappin’ up bail, I’m like a burrito
Talk on the head, tryna get my C notes (Turn, turn)

Hear no evil, see no evil
To show you I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O.
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with [?], G17 is a free-throw

We go outta cup for the peoples
My life’s like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin’ advice to the juvies
Five lanes and [?]
I ride it around like I’m new to this
I know these VVS, they jewelers

That’s us in the night, red light
And the dawg goes off, I know it’s tried
Leave me alone, I don’t know who scattered
The phone’s not mine, I don’t know them class
He was tight and we would fly them
You was high, then was was glidin’
Off that safety be hurt your landin’
Purple spread, coronavirus
Scoreboard done whitewashed
Sir, are the opps in mind?
That’s fine, that’s keepers, but we can’t find them
Thought an extra man on E like Cyrus
Throw that in two-two, throw that it on niners
Would’ve been added, but it ain’t at ya
Crossed on M-P when it went empty
Man just pissed ’cause they wanna be like us
Look at the timepieces, timeless
Look at the nuzzles, silent
Lifestyle flicky, step with a blicky, act is violent
Whole world isn’t safe, I better be sittin’ all pretty
Hear no evil, see no evil, she wanna buy the boy like Diddy

My lifestyle, look at the flick of the wrist
Lookin’ hot when you’re flippin’ the brick
Forty-one points, VVS on swish
Livin’ this life in the cameras and lights
Hell of a life when you covered in ice
Had the hot boys, I can get precise
Takin’ her down on a private flight
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder

Hear no evil, see no evil
To show you I be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O.
We come out illegal, Mary just come out in Dior
Concierge come out with [?], G17 is a free-throw
We go outta cup for the peoples
My life’s like a movie, one car less like the sequel
I feel ever-critical, givin’ advice to the juvies
Five lanes and [?]
I ride it around like I’m new to this
I know these VVS, they jewelers

Rasta boy, [?], bomboclaat, slice the throat
Rasta boy, [?], bomboclaat, slice the throat
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder
Money and power, cocaine, gunpowder


Frvrfriday – Window Shopping Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)


[Intro: FRVRFRIDAY]
This that Paperboy

[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Where your money? Get it poppin’ (Where your money? Get it poppin’)
Never seen no window shoppin’ (Never seen no window shoppin’)
Glad I never had to rob
Now FRVR like a mob
They ain’t hit me with the nonsense (Sheesh)
This a Rollie, f*ck deposit
I’m bored of getting money if I’m honest
Baby, let me get the context
Why you gotta hit me with the nonsense?

[Post-Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Drop that ass, she feel the best when she pop that ass
I’m in the mood, so I like that fast, okay
Sent a message and I sent it back, uh
(Why you hit me with the non-, hit me with the- with the nonsense?)

[Verse 1: FRVRFRIDAY]
Know you tryna sex me (Know you tryna sex me)
Wanna get the best me, yeah
Heard these niggas wanna test me, yeah
Got the aura that protects me, uh
In the corner throwing left cheek, yeah
Now I see that they’re to get me, uh
Towards me, that p*ssy friendly, uh
(Why you hit me with the non-, hit me with the- with the nonsense?)

[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Where your money? Get it poppin’ (Where your money? Get it poppin’)
Never seen no window shoppin’ (Never seen no window shoppin’)
Glad I never had to rob
Now FRVR like a mob
They ain’t hit me with the nonsense (Sheesh)
This a Rollie, f*ck deposit
I’m bored of getting money if I’m honest
Baby, let me get the context
Why you gotta hit me with the nonsense?

[Post-Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Drop that ass, she feel the best when she pop that ass
I’m in the mood, so I like that fast, okay
Sent a message and I sent it back, uh
(Why you hit me with the non-, hit me with the- with the nonsense?)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
We go through the back now, so it definitely ain’t no window shoppin’
Never been too choosy, but on God I got plenty options
Shit that I done been through with the squad, we forever locked in
Whatever the order, check the Forbes, yeah, your boy poppin’
They don’t really love you, they just love what you can do for ’em
But I love what you can do for me
The way you check that they respect for me
You deserve a couple checks from me
No rubber, but it’s safe for me
No matter what, you wait on me
VVS they skate on me, them bitches try to lay on me
They definitely ain’t gon’ stay with me
Told them boys don’t play with me
Half a million dollars and the drive it go from A to Z
I be on some other shit, that shit that they can’t wait to see
Take your body, make you melt, I try to do that every week
You be on my mind all the time, even if we don’t speak
I be on the grind all the time, you get the real me
Choppa speak forever, nah for real, you feel me?

[Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Where your money? Get it poppin’ (Where your money? Get it poppin’)
Never seen no window shoppin’ (Never seen no window shoppin’)
Glad I never had to rob
Now FRVR like a mob
They ain’t hit me with the nonsense (Sheesh)
This a Rollie, f*ck deposit
I’m bored of getting money if I’m honest
Baby, let me get the context
Why you gotta hit me with the nonsense?

[Post-Chorus: FRVRFRIDAY]
Drop that ass, she feel the best when she pop that ass
I’m in the mood, so I like that fast, okay
Sent a message and I sent it back, uh
(Why you hit me with the non-, hit me with the- with the nonsense?)


French Montana – Straight For The Bag Lyrics (feat. Lgp Qua)


[French Montana:]
Straight for the bag (Han)
Straight for the bag (Han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)
Look dead in my face comin’ straight for the bag (Han)

Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag
Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)

[LGP Qua:]
I’m comin’ straight for the bag ain’t no kill with me
I need mines and yours, I guess that’s the Philly in me
I tell her that I love her, I guess that’s the Henny in me
Move foreign out the lot and I promise you it ain’t rented
Hottest in my city, I link with French now I’m turnin’ up
Niggas in your crib masked up, they hit at them [?]
Left me in the game ’bout to take it over, I’m blowin’ up
All white VVS gold, baby, I’m glowin’ up
Real nigga party, you can’t get no invitation
He got life, but they still respect him, he ain’t say shit
Caught him lackin’, jump up out the whip, gave him the whole clip
He court [?] instead you gettin’ life, gave up his whole [?]

[French Montana:]
Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag

Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)

[LGP Qua:]
Let’s get paid my nigga, that be the motto
Where I’m from they rob banks, nigga, they don’t bank on the lotto
Two things you smell in the air, death with gelato
In the field it’s nothin’ but dead bodies, Cinco de Mayo
Come through the baggage on me, they got the pale face
He ain’t leave a witness but definitely left some shell case
Couldn’t beat the case ’cause he black and you know the just racist
Keep it real I like blue faces, nigga, not new faces
Hear it in my voice, man I’m hungry, nigga it’s dinner time
You can’t break bread with your team, then he ain’t a friend of mine
Once I close my bedroom door, she know that it’s liquor time
I told these rappers they time tickin’, nigga I been the boom

[French Montana:]
Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag
Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)

Stop playin’ with me
Stop playin’ with me
Stop playin’ with me


G Herbo – Cap Guns Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Oz, you’re big time

[Verse]
I was young and used to think of cap guns back when I was havin’ fun
Now I’m caught up in this rap shit, gamblin’ my life for one
Lookin’ back at shit from my past, it ain’t much I haven’t done
Tryna learn from mistakes like my last one ’cause I got a son
Started off just shootin’ baskets, then we was ditchin’ classes (Ayy)
Smokin’ gas and havin’ fistfights later turned to blastin’ (Bah)
Grew up, got immune to madness, you couldn’t even imagine
Broski ain’t get to see my mansion, I carried his casket (Damn)
Went and did time, until he got back, I carried his ratchet
I was trappin’, ain’t unwrap it, it stayed in the plastic
Tellin’ broski, “Wear a mask,” ’cause it played with his asthma (Woo)
Gage wasn’t even five foot seven, he carryin’ plasmas
Could’ve went to school in Dallas and played for the Mavericks
Instead, I adapted to Essex and stayed with the savages (Uh)
Mama said stay where I’m at, don’t come back, she ain’t havin’ it
Now when she ask for the racks, it’s five k on the average
Look at how they had us (They had us), look at all those tragedies
Hell yeah, we start trappin’ shit, look at all us raggedy
Thank my OG for havin’ me (For havin’ me)
Fried bologna when I had to eat (When I had to eat)
All of my teens, I was ridin’ the streets (I was ridin’)
Now we the richest they got over east (Ayy)
Never forgot who was laughin’ at me
Know before rap, I was strapped with the heat
Know all the niggas was clappin’ at me (Clappin’ at me)
Never told police what happened to me (What happened)
Ninety hollows when we clap at the G (Krah)
Never reply to who rappin’ to me (Uh)
Never was askin’ for drama
Just stayed in a spot where it’s that catch me lack, shit’ll squeeze
One to the back, he collapsed to his knees
Ain’t have to give him that extra fifteen (Grrah)
If I would’ve died in my prime, news would’ve said that he just was a teen
But I was a teen out doin’ some reckless things
I had a strap in my jeans
Shout out 2013 (Ayy)
That’s when I lost Kobe and Peewee (Kobe and Peewee, ayy)
I kept a Glizzy, a 23
Folks saw the opps with the 3D (Uh)
That’s my kinfolk, we ain’t GD (Uh)
My chain got rocks like BBs, Maybach seats got TVs
My C Money rose with VVS
The opp hoes know all my CDs (You know them)
The opps damn near wanna be me
Gotta go the other way when they see me
If a nigga broke, how he gon’ see me? (Pussy)
Gave niggas hope, why else they need me?
I be everywhere, probably Bahimi (Probably)
Bitches partyin’ all in bikinis
Baby, I don’t even drink martinis (Uh-uh)
Exotic pack, got a hat like a genie (Uh-huh, what?)
Smokin’ Backs for my stress, let it ease me (Ayy)
Gotta make this boss shit look easy
But you know it’s everything but easy (Everything)
Money over everything, it please me (Over everything)
Money go and everything gon’ leave me (Everything)
Where was they before my watch was freezy? (Huh?)
To get what they want, watch ’em deceive me (Watch ’em deceive me)
They don’t even know me, how they believe me? (How they believe?)
Sometimes I be thinkin’ from me to me, it be hard for somebody else bein’ me
Back and forth, tryna balance the Ms, my lovers and friends, I’m caught in a frenzy
Thinkin’ what my mama was sayin’ about all of my friends, now all of ’em dead (Damn)
Wishin’ I can call them again, do it all again, but it’s all in my head (Damn)
Was it really wrong what we did?
If we ain’t go as hard as we did, probably all’ll be dead
Lean on each other, came through for another, that’s all that we had
They don’t understand, so callin’ my lawyer again, that’s all that we said
Everywhere we stand, them people was on us for playin’ them corners again
But they don’t understand


Killy – Sailor Moon Lyrics


[Intro]
Ooh, ah
FREAKEY!
Ooh, yeah

[Chorus]
Bad bitch lean on me (Me), like Sailor Moon (Moon)
SRT hit the streets (Vroom), it’s made for two (Skrrt, yeah)
She wanna drink all of my lean, get chopped and screwed (Yeah, yeah)
She thinks my life so cool, she gon’ do whatever we do (Ever we do)
When I’m gone, stay inside, lil’ bitch (Inside, lil’ bitch)
We was off and on, got no time for shit (No, no, no)
No hold on, wipe your eyes real quick (No, no, no, no, no)
Let’s get lost and forget and get high for this (High)

[Verse]
Bad with an attitude, she so damn moody (Huh, what?!)
VVS bust down face, I’m sabertoothin’ (Huh, woo)
She speakin’ to me in tongues and I might be fluent (No)
I’m suited and booted, my head in the clouds, and my mind where the moon is (No)

I gave my all and it’s all I know
When you at the top, you gon’ fall, we won’t
f*ck all of my ops, I hope they die slow (f*ck ’em)
Icy, I’ma frost and my heart so cold (Brr, ayy)

[Chorus]
Bad bitch lean on me (Me), like Sailor Moon (Moon)
SRT hit the streets (Vroom), it’s made for two (Skrrt, yeah)
She wanna drink all of my lean, get chopped and screwed (Yeah, yeah)
She thinks my life so cool, she gon’ do whatever we do (Ever we do)
When I’m gone, stay inside, lil’ bitch (Inside, lil’ bitch)
We was off and on, got no time for shit (No, no, no)
No, hold on, wipe your eyes real quick (No, no, no, no, no)
Let’s get lost and forget and get high for this (High)

[Outro]
High
FREAKEY!, FREAKEY!
FREAKEY!


Tory Lanez – If You Gotta… Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, uh
Lil Tory
Uh
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Look, I’ma talk to you, you finna talk back
You got that good good, I’m finna spark that
She got some bad friends, she needa holla at me
I put ’em all down, I throw a bottle at ’em
She got that mean talk, that new Celine talk
She gotta jack that just like a beanstalk
She got that mean mug, she from the deep south
She know her contracts, she got that Steve Stoute
She throw that ass back, she got that clap clap
She make it tap tap, she make it wet wet
She make it walk walk, she make it wobbly wop
She like that top dropped, she like that talk when it’s chopped
She got some bad friends, I’m tryna fuck her
I gotta spread them legs like it was mustard
I gotta put that thing on and have her flustered
I gotta play games in it, David and Busters
I like that look look, she got that good good
You from the hood hood? I’m from the hood hood
I fuck her real good, that pussy real good
It make me gotta check to see if I’m still hood
I’m tryna tap that, she wanna act bad
Girl, let me Akon, come let me smack that
I got the cheese on me just like a rat trap
I got a bunch of credit cards, you can’t max that

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, shake some, shawty, shake some, uh
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Shake some, shawty, shake some, ayy
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
This got me thinkin’ back, this got me singin’ back
I got D’USSÉ in my cup, this got me drinkin’ ‘gnac
Tryna remember it all, put on my thinkin’ cap
She had on checkerboard pants, think they was pink and black
I told my boy I’ma get her, bet you I link with that
We made a bet wit’ our fingers, twisted our pinky back
She might’ve just been blinkin’, that mean she winkin’ back
She got a ass like a bar, could sit a drink on that
And I, and I, I gotta let you know
‘Cause I, ’cause I, ’cause I can’t let you go
And I, and I really just met you, yo
But I, but I see somethin’ special though
Ayy, work somethin’, can we work somethin’ out?
‘Cause I’m cashin’ out if you’re worth somethin’
Doubt, I’ma kill it, baby, bet I merk somethin’
Clout chaser hatin’, they gon’ make me hurt somethin’
They can’t leave us alone, they either thieves or they clones
I got VVS stones, they look like TVs that’s on
Won’t get points off me, nigga, my defense is on
I can play man-to-man and I can even go zone, listen
Full court, I’ma press you if I like you, shawty
Bull shorts on a nigga like I’m Michael Jordan
Hook first time, Little Mo, I might go show ’em
Fuck it, do it for the second time like I’m Tory

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ayy, shake some, shawty, shake some, uh
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
Shake some, shawty, shake some, ayy
Know you went to work today to make some, ayy
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty
If you gotta break a nigga, make him feel it, shawty

[Outro: Tory Lanez]
All of my
All of my
All of my
Give it in to you
Baby, you’re mine
Ooh, love me, baby
I won’t lie


Quando Rondo – Double C’s Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty ought tote, th’ fuck is a scope
One at the head, better back it up
Who wanna fuck? Two or one?
Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just been band over Louis Vuitton(mmh)
VVS is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa seen ’em while I’m asleep
Throw them C’s up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week(uuh)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 2]
My name in the phone is the muth’fckn savage
You see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I’m not like the others, I’m way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
A Rollie be blindin’, she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing when I look at the past
Get some head on the floor I’mma fuck on the mattress
Double juice thats the best, I be swerving in traffic
She fuck with me ’cause I live what am rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So full of death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin’ so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the wagon
You gotta fuck her you know I’m not capping
I don’t wanna talk first night I’m smashing
If you see ’em on my block they know what’s cracking

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’


KSI – Down Like That Lyrics


Play this song

[Chorus: S-X]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)

[Verse 1: KSI]
Yeah, yeah
I want that knockdown
Fuck up the system, make it shut down
I’m cold with this, slow man down like Freezer (Mm)
Wanna backstab like Frieza (Mm)
Dictate death like Caesar (Mm)
Always come through with a bee (Yeah)
Got to do a lot to trouble me (Yeah)
Visionary still won’t tunnel me (Yeah)
Me to you, now that will chuckle me
Devilish views when they’re aiming at the profit
Emitting pain til you’re nothing
Remember what I said when that pussy tried moving with the opps? (Woo)
Now he back with the blocks nigga

[Chorus: S-X & Rick Ross]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah (It’s the biggest in the game)
Down like that (Uh, uh)
(M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Phantoms in my yard, so ring around the Rolls (Skrr)
Hardest on the block, the biggest one, da boss
Helicopter pad the home of Sammy Sosa (Biggest)
Stealing all the bases I’m the ladies token (Woo)
Bitches always bad, I’m known to blow the budgets
Meek was at the crib, so double M the subject (Ahh)
Condo got three levels, Postmate all the lunches
Flippin’ all the kilos, keepin’ all the grudges (Ay)

[Chorus: S-X & Lil Baby]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)
Baby

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Ain’t no more let downs unless the top getting dropped
I love it at the top, my concierge don’t ever stop me
You know I fuck with Ross, I even went and bought da block
A hundred million dollars strong, I really came from sellin’ rocks
Championship belt, them VVS’s they spark
Steal it, hit the gas and get out on the narcs
Killers move for free, I just can’t pick a cost
Put the drip on market took it to the charts
Now I’m rocking with the biggest
And I’m fucking with the boss
I’m out

[Chorus: S-X]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)


Lil Tjay – Top of My Game Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Woah, woah
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh

[Verse 1]
They tried to tell me I wouldn’t be shit
Family doubted, I couldn’t believe
I had to focus and better myself
Fightin’ anxiety, smokin’ these trees
I got caught up tryna run up a juug
Locked me up, felt like I’m never gon’ leave
Life is so rough, you ain’t show me no love
Time to be selfish and focus on me
Niggas tried tell me I wasn’t gon’ win
They tried to knock me up off of my grind
Ain’t motivated, then get out my face
Negative energy, left it behind
I made a promise, my niggas gon’ ball
Judges can’t hold me to finish this time
Gotta stay toe, we ain’t never gon’ fold
Smelly ain’t here, but for him we gon’ shine

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Verse 2]
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes
AP, no Jane, bro made a hundred off ‘caine
VVS diamonds, my chains
Everything changed, lifestyle just won’t be the same
Mama know this year my time
Low on my mind, I can’t let up off the grind
I won’t leave no one behind
We finna shine, listen, just give me some time

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way

[Verse 3]
Mama know that I’m a bright kid, only eighteen
Always knew that I would get here, had a bright dream
Now I’m headed to the top now, me and my team
We’re no longer on the block now movin’ ice cream
Feedin’ into the bullshit, I gotta stop that
And I can’t fuck a bitch if her shit is not fat
And I’m cruisin’ through my city, finna push the top back
And AMIRI on my waist, so I keep the strap back
You don’t really want smoke

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game (No, no, no-no)
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain (No, no, no-no)
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way (No, no, no, no)

[Outro]
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no


Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics


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[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy


Chance the Rapper – Eternal Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, gotta throw it down

[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You know what time it is)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
What you know about this? This before your time
I used to two-step in the 019
I always been fine, this is not new wine
I just happened to find a way to live my whole life in my prime
Side niggas don’t look this good, can’t cook this good
Can’t fuck this good, can’t get right
You send him to the store and forget that he left
You send me to the store, I come back with a chef
I’ll come back out of breath
While your side nigga sittin’ at the club with a booty on his chin like a cleft
I don’t never want two that’s the same as the next
I made the three more famous than Steph
No cap, that’s a roundhouse kick to a Jameson’s neck
I got a Jada Pinkett keeping sure my shame is in check
Cross-legged in the dojo, my master, mentor
Side chicks can’t take out splinters
Side chicks make they Kool-Aid with Splenda
Side chicks can’t come to Auntie Linda’s house
They gon’ send her off, they gon’ send her out
To buy more things that they hid in the couch
Don’t you know that side niggas can’t cop no Tesla?
Pull up in a ring like wrestlers
Pop out at the soccer game with the VVS’s and a bunch of snacks
Model X Falcon, backseat, doing jumping jacks
20-1-9, I want it one of a kind
2020, I’ma be ahead of my time
Twenty thousand leagues, the biggest fish in the pond
But if you never go fishing, it’s something you’ll never find

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

[Verse 2: Smino]
I know some shawties that’ll blast for me over blasphemy
And throw that ass for me, show my last to sleep
Huh, slow motion so I had to see
Before you start, fill my glass, wipe my glasses
I love her passion, ooh (Sweet)
I drunk her passionfruit (Sweet)
I’m runnin’ through your organs like when I pass the hoop
I wanna pass the ball, I don’t pass the ball
I’m Kobe, baby, I ate it up
I ain’t ate all month, you lookin’ like a plate of lunch
Sentiment was edgy if she let her get stoned
Almost fell in love, I hurt my heart from these songs
Terminally known, she can feel it in the stones
Huh, now she giving me ultimatums
I told her I hate tomatoes, some chances, I gotta take ’em
I can’t see for the life of me
Why all these hoes like me when I got wifey?
Side chicks can’t do flat twists
Bet a dollar you could buy me a Brisk (Yeah, yeah)
Side chicks can’t cook no grits
Grits, nigga, grits

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Oh yeah


Lil Yachty – Respect My Name Lyrics


Play this song

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big Boat, Big Boat, King Boat (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ayy I do not want no Aventador (No)
I might go run for the senator (Yeah)
None of these pussy ass rap niggas never ever been my mentor (Fuck no)
These niggas hard on the internet (Soulja)
These niggas take pictures when they rock charterjets
I don’t take pictures, just do it (Like Nike)
Didn’t have to say it, you knew it (You did)
Shout out to 21 gang (21 gang, 21)
Look at my chain, VVS diamonds, they bling, they blaow, they blang
My ring, my watch, my rings
Cost something, the price was insane
How did you do it, how did you do it?
Follow vermons in the Buick
Record so the city can view it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big Boat, Big Boat, King Boat (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, woah, put some respect on my name (21)
Put some respect on my gang (21)
Put some respect on my chain (Chain)
Put some respect on my aim (My aim)
Put some respect on my aim
My shooters, they pull up and shoot at your brain (Vrrah)
Put some respect on my Pyrex, nigga, I’m cooking cocaine (Skrrt)
Put some respect on my Instagram, I know your bitch wanna fuck for the fame (21)
Put some respect on my shoes ’cause the bottom look like I done stepped in some paint (Loubs)
Poured up, told the pharmacist put some respect on my pain (Syrup)
You know I got a lot of money, ho, put some respect on my bank (Commas)
Get on your knees, bitch, Young Savage put respect on her face, eugh, aight

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name


Juice WRLD – Whistles Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Oh oh (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Woah bitch woah damn
Oh oh (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD

[Verse 1]
Maryjane and molly all the time (Yeah yeah yeah)
Percocets and lean cross my mind (Yeah yeah yeah)
Bad lil’ bitch with a tat on her spine (Bad)
Really really wanna get behind (Smash smash smash)
Took her to my lair, in the Himalayas (Uh uh, yeah)
.40 like its Halo, bitch I’m a slayer (Uh uh, bitch)
This is not an Xbox, but I’m still a player (Uh uh, yeah)
But I ain’t playing games with ya (Uh uh, real life take her)
Got yo’ girl I real life take her
Turn her over then I’ll back break her
Nigga you my son like I’m Darth Vader
Told my homie shoot first talk later

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Yeah yeah)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Yeah yeah yeah)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home (Bitch yeah)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party, 999)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show (Freak show, woah)
Ain’t been here for long just a week though (Just a week, oh)
Took ’em in they said they need a new home (Need a new home)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Juice WRLD)

[Verse 2]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Yeah yeah)
We in different places we in two worlds (We in two yeah)
Why have one when you can have two girls (Why)
Why have gold when you can have diamonds and pearls (Gleam)
VVS on my wrist don’t ask the price you can’t afford it (Yeah, bitch)
Matter fact if I take my shoes and sell them that’s your mortgage (Yeah, bitch)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face, the police scrambling, Law & Order (Gra gra, bitch)
But he still taking pounds from the plugs leaving quarters (Trap)
Rich as fuck, what the fuck is a quarter (Fuck is a quarter, nigga?)
She swallowed my kids, what the fuck is a daughter (Fuck is a daughter, nigga?)
G Money telling me to go harder (Gang gang gang)
I’ma start walking on water
Told my mom I’m getting rich so I get me a crib up in the forest
Crib finna be so big they gon’ have that shit on Dora the Explorer (Yeah)
And then when I have kids they gon’ be rich, ain’t no unemployment (Yeah)
And if a nigga get in the way we kill him, he so unimportant (Gra gra, bitch)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Freak show)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Like a week, oh)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)

[Outro]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah


Young Thug – Muddy Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Lucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, I told her
Hey, ayy, hey
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
(Mike Will made it)
(Go, go)

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw
I ain’t gettin’ inside no car [?], no way
I’m big dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog
Ain’t [?], no way, no way
She come around-round-round-round-round-round
All she wanna do is fuck and watch, she watch it
I’m so-so-so-so-so-so-so
[?] with my bro last night, she’s a thotty
Ayy, they need to thotty dance, make me a thotty dance
She could never be mine, she loud as a ambulance
I go brazy, I go Taliban
Tell ’em man, I’m the real man, I’m not that other man
Hey, I’m not sweet, I’m not no sucker, man
I’m on that bitch like I’m a cover, man
I feel like these bitches owe me like the government
Me and Lucci got two twins like we [?]

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

[Verse 2: Offset]
Oh no-no-no-no-no-no
I made a million, honest I ain’t ever sell my soul
Count the bankroll, I ain’t worried ’bout a bitch
Cause them hoes come and go
I’m just tryna hit your camel toe
Get low like you do the tootsie roll
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with these niggas
Lamborghini, lift the doors on these niggas
Try me, then my trigger finger start itchin’
I know you trickin’, got a lot of miles on your engine
Made a million, make a million more
Hoppin’ out the ‘Rari, plenty love
I’m shittin’ on you niggas, toilet bowl

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right


Wiz Khalifa – Alright Lyrics


[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 1: Preme]
Pull up in the Maybach
CJ with me looking hella tipsy
White girl with me and the molly got her dancing hella Brittany
1400 hoodie on, red, looking hella trippy
Bobby Shmurda niggas
Houston bitches with me on that Whitney ouu
I came out the coldest city with the hottest bitch
I pull up popping at these niggas if they popping shit
Them bitches tryna fall in love and trying to fall in rich
She got it going brush her teeth before she suck my dick
My dog want that payback and I might have to OK that
Pull up on that clown and pull them down cause my homie don’t play that
Mobbing deep, give them hell on earth
I come from the dirt
Get yo merked, ain’t talking water guns, but all them choppers squirt

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, black and yellow, with the pedal
Getting rich, but from the ghetto
Took off to another level
Been to war, I got the medals
Different flows, I got several
Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors
Never let a nigga pose
If it’s fine with you
Then it’s fine with me
If you never try you never find out how real it could be
Got your girls with you
Got my niggas with me
Spend it all and get it back
Being broke is just a memory
Yeah, every-time I hit the club with her we be turning heads
I put numbers on the board
Smell the KK when I’m bored
Private jet, when I board
Give respect across the board
Get a check, when I go
We pull up bitch, we don’t troll

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)


YNW Melly – No More Lyrics


[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin’ that dick in her stomach
I can’t be beefin’ bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin’ old
Knowin’ that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin’ me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon’ squeal (Gon’ squeal)
These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
Keep playin’, your ass fuck ’round and get killed
What’s goin’ on, bro, I heard you been trippin’ (Was trippin’)
I thought you kept it real from beginnin’
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin’

[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
That ain’t my dawg no more
That ain’t my dawg (No)
That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with—”

[Verse 2]
I can’t be fuckin’ with none of these niggas
‘Cause all of these niggas be actin’ like bitches
You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafuckin’ skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
‘Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
But now I’m feelin’ like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin’
All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin’ me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Outro]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid


Juice WRLD – I Wanna Lyrics


[Intro]
Sweatin’ bullets boy

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 1]
I heard that yo nigga was a loser
I don’t fuck with school, I’m Ferris Bueller
Fuck with me, I’m finna get my ruger
Pretty nigga, but I still be that shooter
Bad bitch look like she at Hooters
Glock clip lookin’ like a ruler
I don’t give a fuck if I lose her
I’m finessin bitches, damn I had to fool her
Woah, time to switch my flow, yeah
I be switchin’ hoes, yeah
Had to let em know, yeah
Had to let em go, yeah
I got big guns, lookin’ like it’s G.I. Joe
Run up on me, dumb mama, let that Nina blow yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 2]
Surfin’ on yo bitch, it got me wavy
Red bottom boolin’ got me brazy
Finna come and take yo little lady
I’ma fuck that bitch and she gon’ pay me
Gold grill flossin, got me pretty
Told that bitch, I never walk, I run the city
Keep a couple real killers, they be with me
Down to shoot a nigga in his kidney
Hey, what, I just be fuckin’ that bitch again
Nigga I’m tryna get rich again, yeah
That’s how I live again, yeah
Run in yo crib again, put the pistol to yo kids again, yeah
I’m finna get it in, money on me so you know I’ma spend, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna


Lil Yachty – Riley From the Boondocks Lyrics


[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks


Usher – Gift Shop lyrics


[Intro: Usher]
(Zaytoven)
I walk up in that motherfucker like, get what you want
Ayy, let me get that
Gift shop, gift shop, yeah

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc
Got your main thing in the lip-lock
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 1: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
That foreign lil’ whip been crashed
A lot of those diamonds ain’t real
My nigga gon’ get it how he live (Yeah)
Good life, who this?
She do what she can for a Fendi bag (Yeah)
Iced out wrist, that gliss, that gliss, that gliss
Girl on my dick, my tip, my tip

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way (Add it up)
Came, came, came (To fuck it up)
Foreign whips, new Mulsanne
Kick shit, no Lui Kang

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
I put some Fiji water in a wrist watch
Then showed her how to ball like a big shark
I spent a couple thousand on her ass shots
She got all colors in the G socks
That’s a Rolex not a G-Shock (G-Shock)
I’m diggin’ in her while she got her legs locked (Got her legs locked)
We fuckin’ in the penthouse at the tip top (Oh)
Make her cum again, spend a hundred bands, new Mercedes-Benz
Gucci store again, had to let us, private when we land
I gave her a chance, gave her the advance, diamond on her hands
VVS’ dance, Off-White on the Vans, Tesla for a van
I’m rubbin’ on her skin, she gon’ let me in, we ain’t gon’ pretend
I’m her latest friend, she don’t chase her Hen’ and ain’t scared to sin
I’ma give her a lend, purse that cost a ten, help her on the rent
We just wanna win, just don’t care to spend, Gucci store again

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way
This shit, got me feelin’ like Michael
She call me her idol
She play me Tidal
She cum on arrival
But I don’t want no bridal
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Outro: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)


NCT 127 – Regular (English Ver.) Lyrics


[Intro: Mark]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Mark, Taeyong]
I like shining, you be lyin’
I be grindin’, you waste time
Know you wanna roll with me
‘Cause you know I put it down
When I show up, I’m the one and only
No, no, no (No, no)
Yeah, pull up in the Jag
Haters gon’ be mad

[Verse 2: Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Mark, Taeyong]
I’ve been walkin’ with the cheese, that’s that queso (Queso, queso)
Diamonds drippin’, better bring your raincoat (Splash)
I got them racks on me (On me)
I brought the whole lit team with me
I might pull up in a spaceship
Hop out it, don’t look like I live here

[Pre-Chorus: Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Mark]
And now we in the zone (Oh)
Stand too close, might catch a cold
Crib came with a gate and a code
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drippin’ water faucets, splash (Splash)

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time
I just made a million and I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular
I spend the bag on the regular
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah!
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Verse 3: Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Mark, Haechan, WinWin, Doyoung, Taeil]
I am too rich to compete, so don’t compare to me (Yeah, yeah)
We are not the same, only one of me (Hey, hey)
Hop out the coupe, the sky’s the roof (Roof)
My whole team ball (Ball)
We never lose, hundreds all blue (Hundreds)
We do what we do (Ball)
Poppin’ out casket-fresh, lookin’ like a fashion show (Ayy)
Diamonds all on my neck, lookin’ like a water show (Ayy, let’s go)
Bust it, bust it, bust it, for a real one
We gon’ bring up the car
One way, no stop, to the stars (Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Coupe fly, Dubai
Know it ain’t two sides, too high
One way to Mars, you better watch yourself
I did it all by myself (Go!)

[Pre-Chorus: Yuta, WinWin, Jaehyun, Taeyong, Jungwoo, Mark, Johnny]
And now we in the zone (Ice, ice)
Stand too close, might catch a cold (Stand too close)
Crib came with a gate and a code (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, drippin’ water faucets, splash

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine (Oh)
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time (Oh)
I just made a million and I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular (Regular)
I spend the bag on the regular (brrrah!)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah! (Yeah, yeah)
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Bridge: Taeyong, Mark, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Taeil]
Multi-color diamonds like the rainbow (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
B-L -ind your eyes 번져 눈부셔
Yeah 자체발광 we flash 주체안돼 let’s dance
Yeah, this isn’t real, this is a regular move
머리 어깨 무릎발 무릎발, let’s get fast
Oh!
Oh! (Oh)
Run it up, run it up, run it up (Run it up)
No competition in front of us
We got the wave, we getting paid (Oh)

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine (Oh)
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time (Oh)
I just made millions on me, but I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular (Regular)
I spend the bag on the regular
We make the world (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah! (Yeah, yeah)
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Outro: Taeyong]
Regular


SOB X RBE – Times Get Hard Lyrics


[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
My momma told me gotta keep that pole on me
‘Case a nigga try to up that score on me
I just hope my down bitch never fold on me
It been feelin’ like the devil got a hold on me
Always see you talk a lot, but you ain’t really ’bout it
VVS’s on my neck, I be really countin’
Always say how they gon’ slide, but I really doubt it
I been cryin’ for so long, I’m so sick and tired
‘Cause baby I don’t wanna hurt no more
Lately I been gone on tour
But when I’m back home it’s still the same shit
Posted on that block, late night tryna flame shit
And you claimin’ that you real, but I’m knowin’ that you ain’t
Knowin’ that you ain’t, I just hope my problems fade
Hope they fly away, I just hope the Lord let me see another day
And the Lord I pray

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I been feelin’ so betrayed since I came on
Niggas say they keep that shit 1,000 they gon’ change though
And I can’t go nowhere without it, gotta keep that 4-5
I’m feelin’, just let me G I’m a young fly fly
They just wanna ride my wave, for the cameras and the fame
But I’m like, “Where the fuck was you when I was locked up in them chains?”
When I was walkin’ through the rain
All these rappers be cappin’ it’s real stories not all watches and chains
I’m poppin’ Percocets and pourin’ up drank
I’m tryna ease all the pain
I’m in the Wraith on the interstate steady switchin’ these lanes
My youngin’ totin’ the 30 ‘K and he throwin’ up gang
I’m ridin’ round wit’ a .38, when I shoot it spit flames
Would you rock and roll wit’ me? No Elvis Presley
I gotta keep that pole wit’ me that’s a brand new XD
Deep in these skreets so my girl feelin’ like that I won’t make it far
But listen baby

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Outro: Al Green]
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would


Machine Gun Kelly – Signs lyrics


[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly, 24hrs & Hit-Boy]
Twentyfour
Hold up
Hit-Boy

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top (whew)
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hold up
I don’t need, I don’t need love
I just need three in the tub (three)
Give me good weed and some rub, yeah
Scrape up em’ knees on the rug, yeah
Ain’t gone show you no love, no
You say my name you a dub, no
Picked her up from the islands
She say “Twenty you wildin’”
Ayy, stayed up, can’t sleep
Couple chickenheads it’s a eight piece
Girls in the cars all topless
Rock God I was born in a moshpit, ungh

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Piped up and I can’t stop it
Bang twenty bitches and pop it
Record label thinks I’m crazy
Showed up with the thing, no safety
You can’t take me out the hood, don’t fake me
Hundred twenty air fee have AC
Hundred square feet to a hundred K fee
If you ain’t noticed I don’t give much of a fuck lately (ay!)
Don’t you ever try my life
VVS diamonds, my eyes
Brand new Range Rov’ black
She can’t never come back

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy


Young Thug – Real in My Veins Lyrics


[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it


Soulja Boy – Front Door Back Door Lyrics


[Verse]
Young Draco nigga, you know I’m real nigga
I slide in that Bentley, they think I’m drug dealer
Jump out the top and my young nigga flip the switch
Quarter million in one day just to be specific
Fuck with Draco nigga I empty the clip
Had to go run it up, trappin’ through the 6
Hop out the Rari, I look like the man
Round 250,000 on my Instagram
Look at it bitch, she staring, she my biggest fan
Whippin’ my wrist in the pot like a ceiling fan
Who is him? I ain’t ever heard of him
Make the wrong move then you know Draco’s shoota gon murder him
Hop in the Lamborghini then I swerve on ’em
Junkie hit my front door, know what I’m servin’ him
Front door back door, with the draco
Front door back door, front door back door
Trappin’ a nigga runnin’ up them pesos
Call up my plug he gon pull up with a whole case load
Stackin’ up M&M’s just like they Lego’s
Call up my shooters, they shoot when I say so
Fuck with Lil Soulja, I’m sprayin’ with the draco
Servin’ the junkies, run up a bankroll
Ballin’ on niggas, I sprained my ankle
Ran up them M’s, nigga I got pesos
Fuck with the gang and we shootin’ shit up
Fuck on yo bitch, you know what’s up
I do a show, I’m on a tour bus
I’m in LA, now I’m up in New York
Fifty thousand in one day, that’s just Soulja
Young nigga puttin’ them bricks in a Rover
VVS diamonds, they come out the water
Young Draco nigga, I’m fuckin’ yo daughter
Young Draco nigga, Ferrari the sport
Young Draco nigga trappin fuck nigga, come place yo order
Titanic my chain, put it in the water
VVS Audemars look like some coke
Young Draco pull up shootin’ shit at that Madi Gras
I take a brick, ship it to Panama
100 bricks, put it in my momma house
Whip out that draco like what they talkin’ bout?


Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah


Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics


[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet


Doja Cat – NINTENDHOE Lyrics


[Hook]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeaaaah?

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

[Verse 1]
Bitch wanna roast me
Cuz I got a xbox one
I don’t even have no games
All I play is gta
My nigga got Franklin dick
Livin in a franklin crib
I’ma get frank lil bitch
Why you on my frank like this
Bitch I’m annual flossing
VVS
Yeah I play animal crossing
Gamecube, 3DS
I ain’t ever been poor
Used to play sims 4
Put a lil wall round niggas
Take the door off trap em in the swimmin pool

I don’t play fortnite fuck that
Chun li when I street Fight
Bust back
You ain’t got combos whats that
Rock bitches on mortal kombat
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme
Merk bitches on ssx
Leave bitches all bald like Seeiah
Mic check em like test test test
I remember my downward spiral
Back when I was playin Spyro
When I never went out n lied low
Way before my lil ass went viral

Super smash bros
You so ass though
Prolly pick Kirby
So you don’t get smashed on!

[Pre-Hook]
Shake that ass hoe (4x)
Can I get a hell yeah?

[Hook 2]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeaaaah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeaaaah?
Can, can, can, can, can, can, can….
(Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I…)

Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Master of my craft never played minecraft
Look how my mind crafts things
Be on my halo tings
Look at my sonic rings
Ahooga don’t push me
I hadouken
Hear the “toasty”?
Donkey kong when he drum on that pussy
I don’t play but I sure ain’t no rookie
Steal a nigga like a bandit, boo
Then spend every penny of his bands and loot
Now she think that I’m the devil like a bandicoot
Wawawawawawa what u wanna do?

Yo, Can I get it, get it yah

[Hook 3]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Oh yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh)
…*mumbling* hell yeah, yeah
(Ho yeah)

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yah, yah!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Yeah yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Ha, oh yeahhh)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ráh