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Goodie Mob – The Dip Lyrics


hook

You know how good it can be, if I took you home with me
I know the mood is right, I don’t wanna be alone tonight
Come on lets dip shawty, dip
Lets dip shawty, dip
Lets dip shawty, dip
Lets dip shawty

(T-Mo)
Can I get a chance, grown man from afar superstar status
Holdin’ on to the apparatus firmly
West shake show love heat ’em up in the club if you don’t care
Conversations short, too many Newports blowing me away
To another broad, I mean cutie, with the nice round booty
Cut to the spot where all the girls wanna do me
On the low, nice and slow
T-mo on the floor, out the door lets go
Keep it on the hush, don’t wanna rush when your ready
We can touch some G’s, and blow trees in the wind
With a zip, I’m there, telling tales, out on bail
SWAT’s tales of rolling boulders and breaking shoulders
Taking me closer to a poacher with that roll line
Shawty cause I’m down for mine

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(Cee-Lo)
We at the club 112 on the front row
Shawty done shot the Cuervo
Even though she dancing with another niggeroe
Somewhere out on the floor
She told me Lo snap your finger when your ready to go
So you know I feel great, I can hardly wait
Hit the Waffle House and get a chicken-melt plate
Scrambled Eggs with cheese, and a pile of grease
And get full as a tick bout’ ready to drip
And oh for trilly shawty don’t be silly
Calm your nerves cause I’m back on that Philly
Cheifed like a champ, and everything is good
I got to much class, and I’ll take you to school

I wanna act a fool, but I’m waiting patiently
It ain’t good if it ain’t been mentioned with me
And if your number f*ck around and get hard to find
All I really wanna be is a thought in your mind

hook

(Big Gipp)
Can I take you home
You grown, sip a tea, nice feet
Eyes fly too, saw you when you came through
By yourself girl, no crew
Can I hold you, can I show you
Everything in life, that I’ve been through
We can roll in the hills in my big wheel
98 Lank Lank with the Stank Stank
These lights, this night, my dream, your screams
Silk sheets, we meet, what you need a ride, I got Fleet’s
Leather seats with the woodgrain head back
When I drop it like that, baby don’t act
How many times do I say that I want your love
Lets dip this club

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(Khujo)
God led me to The Shark Bar
On a Wednesday, with the dreads
White derby, looking delicious, good enough to eat
And what do I see, staring at me
A nice pair of eyes, coke bottle figure, wig, done to a T
Dressed in gangsta black, ready to be attacked by a real mack
Playing hard to get it, so I dips upstairs
How long will it take for my earrings to withdrawl
You is such a cold and lonely heart, I’ll make you warm again
But it was something different about you though
You didn’t ask for no autograph or swarm
All you needed was a hug
We being snug like fingers in the glove
8th grade was the last time a nigga was in love

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24hrs – Number4 Lyrics


Yeah
12AM in ATL, I’m laid up at the doubletree
Ashley and Stephanie keep sayin’ that they lovin’ me
I like bitches that get money, I guess I am picky
Told her can kiss on me ’cause I can’t get no hickey
I f*ck with the ass, but I like titties, boy like 2Chainz
I got fifty thousand, I won’t f*ck it off in blue flames
I want permanent teeth, so I can feel like Stunna
I bought Birkens for my bitch, so I can feel like Gunna
She want brand new Dior, she said, "Can she get the runners?"
I feel that she been loyal, she might make it to the summer

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)

Then we hit the Waffle House

Twenty sauce ya bitch, she run the Waffle House (Waffle House)
I f*cked you and your friend, hell you talking bout? (Talking bout)
40 Glock like DJ, uh, it walk ’em out (Walk ’em out)
12AM in ATL, yeah we kiki (Yeah, we kiki)
She got that lil condo right out Peachtree (right out Peachtree)
Rollie on me, I feel just like Big Meech (Like Big Meech)
All these percs gon’ f*ck up lil kidneys (My kidneys)
The way I smoke the GT, need a chimney
I’ve been mixin’ red with the simply
I just got some head in the Bentley
I just got some head in the Bentley

What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s, eww (Yeah)
What you keep blowin’ up my number for?
You at Mickey D’s, you want a number 4, oh
This thing is spacey, you ain’t drove the Wraithy, oh
f*cked this little thing that work at Macy’s


Ugly God – Leave a Tip Lyrics


[Intro]
I’m not going anywhere, Nikko

[Verse 1: Ugly God]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’m flexin’ on my exes
New bitch, she too wavy, yuh
I’m in Houston, Texas touchin’ on a few ladies, yuh
I can’t trust a nigga, everybody fugazi, yuh
I ain’t text you baby, sorry I got too lazy, yuh
In my Jeep back and forth to AutoZone
Sippin’ lemonade but I still double up the Styrofoam
Pull up to your crib and serve you up like I was Domino’s
Then I hit your bitch, she feel the dick all in her collarbone
Pull up on your bitch and turn her on just like a flashlight
She keep comin’ back, she blow my dick just like a bagpipe
Niggas tough on Instagram, but in person they act right
I do this with no effort, I know these niggas mad tight

[Chorus: Ugly God & Splash Drexler]
Yeah, I’m walkin’ down the strip with your bitch, I’ma rub her hip
Nigga talkin’ shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brrr)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)

[Verse 2: Splash Drexler]
New play, new lyin’ bitch
It’s a new AK4, no out a’ line bitch
Got a new K, threw away ’bout five sticks
Bitch I’m Splash Drexler, check my motherfuckin’ drip, nigga
Rented Beamer, goin’ 110 (skrrrt)
Pocket rocket, Glock with the beam, huh (brrr)
No more wearin’ seams (damn)
I know y’all ain’t no team, let me fuck your best friend
Me and your bitch booted up at the Waffle House, hope that she an’ anemic (yuh)
Money counter beepin’, need a red Hellcat
Push that bitch like a demon (push that hoe)
Tryna get my racks in
We heard that you was that nigga for the past tense
Fresh young nigga Splash Drexler get that pack in (yuh, yuh)
Look, look, look like money (brrr)
Smell like money, ain’t a damn stain on me
Ayy, fresh young nigga
Bitch, I’m that nigga, ain’t a damn stain on me (huh)

[Chorus: Ugly God & Splash Drexler]
Yeah, I’m walkin’ down the strip with your bitch, I’ma rub her hip
Nigga talkin’ shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brrr)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God


GoldLink – See I Miss Pt. 2


[Hook: Goldlink]
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch

[Verse 1: Goldlink]
Yeah, yeah
Drinking on some liquor tryna’ cope with the changes
And all my exes ain’t shit, so they shall remain nameless
And all them bitches that I lied to ran around wit’ just to spite you
And my mama met a couple and she told me they ain’t like you
What you do to me
I’m still tryna find peace and unity
I hope it’s you they get to speak up at my eulogy
Cause who could vouch for me like you could vouch me, my baby?
I think I’m comin round to driving I might scoop you lady
So we can fuck like we would fuck way back at mama house
And we would eat late at IHOP or at the Waffle House, know what I’m talkin’ bout
And I’ma hit ya phone cause shorty we should talk it out

[Hook: Goldlink]
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
Miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
Miss that bitch
That I would even miss that bitch

[Verse 2: Marsha Ambrosius]
There’s a better way to say that
A love like this you should miss, I know
But you tried to explain it, I am not complacent
I provide you water, take care of your daughter
I ain’t trppin’ over nothing, neither either or that
The weather got stormy, bringing them bullets
With the suburban, hittin’ that bourbon
Nobody will love you like I did just like I do
And I forgive you when you do it again
And again
I got you back when they don’t
I hit you back when you won’t
Me I’ll beeee, you’ll feel it when I’m gone
Don’t matter whose been around, I’m (?) getcha
By your side, with ya
With a side to cuff this shit and let it ride
It will be alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Nobody will love you like I did just like I do
And I forgive you when you do it again
And again yeahhh

[Hook: Goldlink + Anderson .Paak]
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
Miss that bitch
What’s a love like this
That I would even miss that bitch
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch
Who kneeewww, yeah
That I would even miss that bitch

[Outro: Marsha Ambrosius]
Don’t you miss me baby?
Don’t you miss me baby?
Don’t you miss me baby?
Don’t you miss me baby?
Don’t you miss me baby?
Baby


Kanye West – 30 Hours (The Life Of Pablo Album)


[Intro]
Baby lion goes
Where the islands go

[Verse 1]
You say you never saw this comin’, well you’re not alone
Million dollar renovations to a happy home
My ex says she gave me the best years of her life
I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right
I wake up, assessin’ the damages
Checkin’ MediaTakeOut
Pictures of me drunk walkin’ out with a bitch
But it’s blurry enough to get the fake out
I wake up, all veggies no eggs
I hit the gym, all chest no legs
Yep, then I made myself a smoothie
Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie
Chicago – St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
Ándale Ándale E.I, E.I, oh, oh
You had me drivin’ far enough to switch the time zone
You was the best of all time at the time though
Yeah, you wasn’t mine though

[Hook]
But I still drove 30 hours
But still drove 30 hours to you

[Verse 2]
I remember rapping for Jay and Cam
Young producer just trying to get his flows off
I remember being nervous to do Victoria Secret
‘Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off
Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition
I’m drivin’ with no winter tires in December
Skrrt skrrt skrrt like a private school for women
Then I get there and all the Popeye’s is finished girl
You don’t love me, you just pretendin’
I need that happy beginnin’, middle and endin’
Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago
It’s gettin’ hot in hurr, that’s all that I know
Got a hotel room, 3 stars for you
You call down for an omelet
Girl it’s 5 in the morning
You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria
Only thing open is Waffle House, girl don’t start with me
I used the Western Union for you like it’s no prob
Cause you was in college complainin’ about it’s no jobs
But you were suckin’ a nigga’s dick the whole time
Well I guess a blowjob’s better than no job

[Hook]
And I drove back 30 hours

[Bridge]
Were remains that long to lose sad
Better unsaid
Always turn, oh

[Outro]
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Where the islands go
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Where the islands go


2 Chainz – Here We Go Again (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

November 4, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, let me catch a motherfucking wave
I got a Chanel surfboard let me catch a wave

[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning
Dick look like a flag pole
Gotta catch me a bad throat
Shit, 200 on the dash board
If you feeling froggy lil nigga gonna jump he still a lil tadpole
Yeah I move a little tad slow cause I’m sipping on the castro

[Hook]
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I’ma live it

[Verse 2]
I got Jesus on my pendant
Been hustling since an appendix
When you look up I’m lieutenant
When you look up for attendance
Gucci sun all of my tennis
Make this shit look like a business
Make killers look like a witness
Make shopping look like a fitness
Ran the trap fuck the Olympics
You wasn’t there you must missed it
I posted pics on my Insta
Don’t you become a statistic
Don’t you know I know logistics
Still got Riri on my wishlist
Your lady got me on her hit list
Don’t think you gonna forget this

[Hook]
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I’ma live it

[Skit + Hook]
Yeah, I know they like whats he saying
Spondivits, that’s some south side shit
Some Atlanta shit, Virginia Avenue
I used to go up in there get me a bucket of crab legs, melted butter
But at the same time I got a jug in the parking lot though, you dig
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I’ma live it
I tell em’, I tell em’ meet me over there by the Waffle House
I’m selling bags though no lil shit no poquito

[Outro]
Muy grande, muy muy grande, plug talk
You muy poquito, me muy grande