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Migos – Deadz (feat. 2 Chainz)


You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads

Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (bow, bow)
We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’ I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like (?) (sacks)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads

Gang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, ’cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t don’t stutter (rra!)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads
Uh oh, fresh out the bed
Uh oh, count up the deads

Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna’ get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come straighten it
Nigga debatin’, they hatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice tell ’em come take it
Had people tell me that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin shows outta state in the nations
My momma told me stay I gotta stay humble
But don’t be too ready, you gotta have patience

Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangster

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble


J.I.D – Never


[Hook]
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that shit, give me everything nigga, give me everything nigga
(again)
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Bezel on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that, give me everything nigga, give me everything nigga, give me everything

[Verse 1]
Never had a real dollar to my name bruh
Shit been lame bruh
I ain’t even in this shit for the fame bruh, it’s the pain bruh
Most of the niggas I came up (with), haven’t came up
And doing the same stuff, but I haven’t came up
This really ain’t nothing, niggas thinking they fucking with JID
Ya’ll got the game fucked (up)
Tremendously, can’t fuck with the mind of a mental fiend who dig deep in the depths when he into deep
I crept on the steps where the demons leap
And yell well show the Lord what He means to me
Oh my God, don’t be mean to me
We arrived with a bean or three
And it’s not what it seems to be
I can die, I can fly, I can try very easily
I’ma guy need a giant, she a vibrant thing, I probably won’t buy it
Bird bitch take flight, no pilot
Serve dick, curve bitch, no bias
Back up, back up, chick bad timing
I got to get on stage, you better get on page
I have you looking out the window pane and in the rain and in the thing, but in the way
If I say this is what it is forget the lip
Now what’s my point, now I forget
Got me fucking up my script, fuck this shit, I got this shit
Getting to the point where everybody say they from the block and shit with Glocks and shit and poppin’, pimpin’, trapping, and sipping lean
Ya’ll niggas fall for anything, you got the plug in Medellín?
Kingpin, you a pin king (Kingpin, you a pin king)
Bye, bye, niggas in sync
Try I? Nigga risky
Fire, fire from the wrist piece
Niggas shooting like the ’60s

[Hook]
Never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit, never out never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist, never had shit, never take, never asking give me this, give me that shit, give me everything, nigga fuck you

[Verse 2]
Alright what you call a chick that don’t suck dick? You don’t
And if you think you finna come up this, you won’t
Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk
This beat taking a beat and got hand out the lumps
Damn baby, yo ass stand out in pumps
That’s outstanding, stand outside until your man come
Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan some
You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm
Nigga, this a 3 point and-1, and 100, Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dumb
Shawty love JID, let me turn into a hand puppet
She moan sound like German or something
Run game, bitches think I’m Todd Gurley or something
Give me jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia
Wheeled yo bitch out my bed in a gurney
You gotta leave lil mama, the clocks turning
I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy
They bleed like us so them niggas could never scare me
No niggas got more glow than JID
Barely scratching the fucking surface
You need work, you need purpose
Everybody good, everybody trap perfect
Everything cool, don’t nobody act nervous
Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap nigga is a sap nigga
We don’t dap niggas, get the rrrat from the ratchet
Get the pack out the package
Lil’ savage ass, ratchet ass, bastard ass, havin’ ass, rapping ass, jacking ass, wait
Finna black, green dot, send in cash, pen and pad, minivan, been in that, been with that bullshit nigga

[Outro]
I don’t wake up to the bull like I usually do
Young niggas down the block on the woopty woop
Better pray to God they don’t shoot at you
Dreams of cleanin’ this dirty money out my cuticles
Then a nigga make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo
Shit’s beautiful


RiFF RaFF – Chris Paul


[Intro]
Yeah
I can hit the mall, yeah
Bout to hit the mall, yeah

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ey, yo, shootin’ jumpers and my skills are terrific
Should I finger roll or off the glass to Blake Griffin
Ten thangs go through my brain when I drive the lane
I might tear drop a floater, let it fall like the rain
Change lanes, change lanes, I only fly private planes
Drop a 100k on a chain like Wilt Chamberlain
Change the game but I’d rather change my clothes
If I don’t like it in your city, I can change my zip code

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, top back, Neon python suplex
Drop 50k on my ruby red Rolex
Drankin’ and scorin’ [?] choppin’ blades on the foreign
Bank account soarin’ like DeAndre Jordan
Tattoos on my arm, I was raised on a farm
But I can cruise on 22s, hit 3s like Matt Barnes
Shaking dice in Boston, don’t matter what it’s costin’
Tint darker than coffee, my mouth looks like ice hockey

[Hook]
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the mall and ball like Chris Paul
I can hit the club, drink a gallon of Cristal
I can hit the mall, I can hit the mall, yeah


MIGOS – Deadz lyrics


You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz
(Bow, bow) We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’ I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like [?] (sex)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
(think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Gang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t stutter (rra!)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna’ get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come [?] it
Nigga debatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice tell em come take it
Have em pretend that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin shows outta state
My momma told me stay humble don’t be too ready
You gotta have patience

Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangster

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble


Migos – Deadz lyrics


You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz
(Bow, bow) We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’ I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like [?] (sex)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
(think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Gang bang slang caine
Heroin, half a ton, Purple Haze Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t stutter (rra!)

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble

Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh
Uh oh, fresh out the bed, uh oh
Uh oh, count up the deads, uh oh

Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock call me Kurt Angle
I keep the bag on my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna’ get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love
But these niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gonna fake it
If they got a problem my niggas come [?] it
Nigga debatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice tell em come take it
Have em pretend that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin shows outta state
My momma told me stay humble don’t be too ready
You gotta have patience

Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangster

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble
You niggas in trouble