Tag: YSL


Yak Gotti – All Day Lyrics (feat. Lil Gotit & Lil Keed)


[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherf*cking tongue if he told (Oh yeah)
Beat it up, treat the p*ssy like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whipping it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Slatt business, no rat business
What's happening?
Yak Gotti (Yak, Yak, Yak)
Fashion statement when I’m stepping it
I'm with Stickbaby, stick is my preference
Call the young niggas and walk out at Jeffery's
I'm a big gangster, drip out with etiquette
Dead presis, know how that we stacking
We keep 'em, we pray that we might as well bury 'em
Maniac Gotti, I'm fresh out the blender
I jump out the system, I feel like barbarian
Due to the fake love, biscotti I'm coughing
I'm coughing, I need me some motherf*cking medicine
Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Elliot
We don't speak on 'em, lil' boy, they irrelevant
Big opp shit, ride chopsticks
Empty one clip, switch the cartridge
That's two clips, spin the block again
Blue tips in the two-tone F&N
Blue strips on the dead presidents
Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since
Beat a murder case, it ain't no evidence
Let you know not to tell a nigga again
(Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit, Lil Keed & Yak Gotti]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho (Slatt)
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherf*cking tongue if he told (Oh yeah)
Beat it up, treat the p*ssy like G-Star

That Maybach, I'm whipping it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Hold on the drip)
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains

[Verse 2: Lil Keed, Lil Gotit & Yak Gotti]
Yeah, I'm rocking Margielas, I'm dropping the top, and I'm in all vintage (Oh yeah)
Yeah, she giving the drop on the opp, so his car is all dented
You'll never know what them slimes did, never ever, just know you'll fail the mission
Four pockets full in Amiri jeans, yeah, and it was all business (Let's go)
Five-star meals now I'm saying my grace
I ain't no ho so you know that I'm straight
You can give us tests, I'm YSL dripped down, know we gonna ace it
I'm wearing all white in a red coupe, dawg, looking just like [?]
I'm with Slatt Gotti and Lil Gotit, know this shit so slatt business
Know I'ma pop it like always (Pop it)
Stacking it up tall ways (Hood Baby)
Diamonds on wendy’s frosty
Yeah, I been cold all day (Hood Baby)
All my brothers on my team
Know they ball like Spaulding (Hood Baby)
My lil' partner, he caught him a body and a lick, just know I'm all in (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
In, in when it come to you (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherf*cking tongue if he told (Oh yeah, let's go)
Beat it up, treat the p*ssy like G-Star (Hood Baby)
That Maybach, I'm whipping it, nah, it's not Audi rings (Hood Baby)
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Hood Baby)
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

[Outro: Lil Keed]
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah


Yak Gotti – Free The Goat Lyrics (feat. Shad Da God)


[Intro: Lil Wayne & Yak Gotti]
Hoodrich Keem? Yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' that guy
48 hours a day you know what I mean?
Slatt
You gon' climb again

[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
And I'm wit' God
Racks in my pocket look like football studs (studs)
Don't f*ck wit these niggas cause they facade (Slatt)
Ridin wit' Lil Duke and I took the charge (Lil Duke)
I was first in life and I beat the odds
I just came back and they like shawty you hard (Blatt)
I got a big body in the garage
What's in the base down lil' nigga I store it (Nigga I store it)
Free the Goat (Free the goat)
YSL holster like billy goats (Billy Goats)
See what that mouth do I'm in your throat (Ouu)
I got some real ones that's down the road (Brim)
Yeah she a stain she drive the boat (Swear)
What's in my back that's a Cali Coke (Yeah)
Lil Slime got more bodies than I would know (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Won't leak information cause' I don't know

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Red light, Green light, Yellow Light, Go!
Sak pasé? That's for all my zoes
Locked up the cell I couldn't figure out the code
Lil bitch I'm dripping like I'm macro mode
Control the hoe without remote control
Everywhere I go, I'm getting paid for the show (Getting paid for it)
Trust issues, I can't put faith in a hoe (Hell nah)
Had to bathe wit' the bleach, then I bathe wit' the soap
And I ain't wit the playing, keep a K's in a coat
Imma wipe a nigga nose like he playing wit' the coat
They don't want no smoke, cause' there's too much to tote
20 racks, all hunnids' and they blue like a loc
Piru so I'm screaming suwoo to the bros
YSL play wit' slatt give you food to the bros
And I'm wit Shad da god
You know that we hard, you know we live large
[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
And I'm wit' God
Racks in my pocket look like football studs (studs)
Don't f*ck wit these niggas cause they facade (Slatt)
Ridin wit' Lil Duke and I took the charge
I was first in life and I beat the odds

I just came back and they like shawty you hard (Blatt)
I got a big body in the garage
What's in the base down lil' nigga I store it (Nigga I store it)
Free the Goat (Free the goat)
YSL holster like billy goats (Roscoe)
See what that mouth do I'm in your throat (Swear)
I got some real ones that's down the road (Brim)
Yeah she a stain she drive the boat (Swear)
What's in my back that's a Cali Coke (Yeah)
Lil Slime got more bodies than I would know (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Won't leak information cause' I don't know

[Verse 2: Shad da God]
I'm ridin wit' the stick like its 3rd ward
All these p*ssys tryna hop on our surfboard
Got a jet, four Glocks wit' extension cords
Least I go get this shit out the cold mud
Me and Gotti, we trap like the money say
On the west, boutta make a exotic play
Shit them 38 hard, I want 38
You can't talk to me direct, I got screen plays
Drip said Lamb or a purple haze
Came 56 and I'm talking bout them racks
I'm smoking shold loud like it's oxygen
I count them bankrolls get them boxes in
I'm wit the Yak, he can't wait to shoot again
We in a benz, and we bought a extra benz
Told her bring some extra friends
Steady having extra M's
[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
And I'm wit' God
Racks in my pocket look like football studs (studs)
Don't f*ck wit these niggas cause they facade (Slatt)
Ridin wit' Lil Duke and I took the charge
I was first in life and I beat the odds
I just came back and they like shawty you hard (Blatt)
I got a big body in the garage
What's in the base down lil' nigga I store it (Nigga I store it)
Free the Goat (Free the goat)
YSL holster like billy goats (Billy Goats)
See what that mouth do I'm in your throat (Ouu)
I got some real ones that's down the road (Brim)
Yeah she a stain she drive the boat (Swear)
What's in my back that's a Cali Coke (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Lil Slime got more bodies than I would know
Won't leak information cause' I don't know


Rod Wave – Invisible Scar Lyrics


[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Hmm
(Shaad got K’Round)

[Chorus]
How’s it feel closing million-dollar deals off a cell phone?
Oh, youngin’ in the party, running wild with his head gone
If I broke ya heart then I’m sorry about it
Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars
She can say, “Come save me” (Yeah)
“Come save me” (Yeah)
She say, “Come save me”
But I can’t be the one (I won’t be the one)
Can’t be the one

[Verse]
Early mornings and late nights, it be such a sight
I can’t even lie, right now’s the timе of my life
Tour bus, sliding, even flyin’ privatе
High mileage, all around the world, that’s high mileage
Keep quiet, keep ya fly as hell, brand new YSL
This that new Chanel, can’t you tell? Want you to myself
But, I’ma be gone all next week
Sippin’ codeine ease the pain
I can’t even find my phone
Can’t even move out of my head
I don’t wanna fight, that’s that extra shit
My medicine made me miss your calls and your messages
You’re Heaven-sent, just right for me
Fuck these hoes and what they think
I’ma give ya everything you want
Just gotta let me chase my dreams

[Chorus]
How’s it feel closing million-dollar deals off a cell phone? (Cell phone)
Oh, youngin’ in the party, running wild with his head gone (With his head gone, yeah)
If I broke ya heart then I’m sorry about it (Yeah)
Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars (Invisible scars, yeah)
She can say, “Come save me” (Yeah, Yeah)
“Come save me” (Yeah)
“Come save me” (Save me, come save me, yeah)
I can’t be the one (I can’t be the one)

[Outro]
Closing million-dollar deals off a cell phone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Youngin’ in the party running wild with his head gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I broke ya heart then I’m sorry about it (I’m sorry)
Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars (Invisible scars)
She can say, “Come save me” (Save me)
“Come save me”
“Come save me”
But I can’t be the one (I won’t be the one)
Can’t be the one


Lil’ Duke – Lights Camera Action Lyrics


[Prod. By MPK]

(Verse 1: Lil Duke)

Baby I'm coming I'm in a Uber right now bae im on the waaay
And you can tell them niggas you taken i don't want them niggas in your faaace
Cause every time we together it's special i can't see no man taking my plaaace
And i can't judge you by your past cause that shit history man that shit is eraaased

Lights, Cameras and Action. She diggin' my fashion
She tall and she thick she a stallion, She fly all the time she Medallion
My bitch is so bad like she just left a pageant
We came from nothing now we in a mansion
I want me a waitress done f*cked all the dancers
Bitch i been ballin' since i was in Pampers
Don't ask us no questions we got all the answers
Came up from the trenches came up with them animaaals
Can't trust none these bitches cause these bitches scandalouuus

Lights, Cameras and Action!

(Verse 2: Lil Duke)

I just got a check from Pandora. Gettin' money yeah that's mandatory
Bitch this my life it's a true story

Now we pull up with bad bitches in foreeeigns
(?) on me got me feeling importaaant
My bitch is so bad she gotta get deported
Now we overseas we gotta get escorted
Declining all the calls, please call my lawyer
If they ain't talking cash; calls i ignore em
Pretty ladies I adore em, give you everything in the world
No Ford but I am so Focus Can't listen to niggas, they liars, they bogus
Ran up that money now YSL loadeeed
My life like a movie (whoo) Hot boy like I'm Juvie
Bitches all in my jacuzzi
Niggas hatin' keep your tool in. Nigga who you think you foolin' boy don't get sprayed up with the Uzi
Broke niggas always losing. Rich nigga yeah I'm cooling
You ain't talking money I ain't moving
Niggas turn into informants, Stayed focused got important now we pull up in them foreigns

Lights, Cameras and Action!

Lights, Cameras and Action!

Lights, Cameras and Action!

Lights, Cameras and Action!

Lights, Cameras and Action!


Lil’ Duke – Change Your Life Lyrics (feat. Anthony Hamilton)


[Intro: Lil Duke]
You know, this that YSL shit
Anthony, sing to them, man

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Baby, I can change your life
Girl, you know that my change is right
Baby, let me change your life
Let me change your life

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Baby, I can change your life
You know that my change is right
Put you on this private flight tonight
She just wanna get on me and ride
Soon as I saw her, it was love at first site
Won’t look at you different if I hit first light
Come f*ck with a baller, and I change your life
Came from the struggle, and I change your life
Scratchin all on me, the pillo she bite
Niggas be talkin to get you indict
Off the Maly, you talkin right
Took a lil pill with her, then she got vilant
Went in through the back, start a riat
It’s 5 AM, I’m in the studio vibin
Baby, you can come with me
I’ll buy you bags and diamond rings
I talk to you when I look in your eyes
When I say it, I mean I can change your life

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Baby, I can change your life
Girl, you know that my change is right
Baby, let me change your life
Let me change your life

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
I’m back in this bitch, like there’s nowhere to go
Pretty lil bitches, and they play they roll
You know I got that cash that can’t fit in no wallet
You can f*ck me, when I catch you vibin
Breakin in houses, you know I catch a body
Spanish bitches, and they callin me Poppy
f*ck with the plug, like the socket
Toat the rocket, yeah, I pop it
My bitch is not famous, but yeah, she is poppin
I am so gifted, turn nothin to somethin
I count all this money, you know that it’s comin
I pull out the stick, and start drummin
I start to spray, they start runnin
She f*ck me without even touchin
And I’m comin back like I’m in a rush

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
Baby, I can change your life
Girl, you know that my change is right
Baby, let me change your life
Let me change your life


Young Multi – Diamenty Lyrics (feat. Bedoes)


[Intro: Young Multi]
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
LeeBoy on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
To jest nowa fala
To jest nowa fala
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refren: Young Multi]
Na szyi ja nie chcę już złota, wolę te diamenty mieć
Oni chcą ciągle złapać mnie w tą sieć
W sejfie na klucz zamknąć mnie jak diament
Robię to z ekipą jak Cozy Tapes
Moja skóra, suko, YSL
Świeży jestem jak Polo Gang
Chcę na ręce mieć Hublot bang
Diament tańczy, oślepia mnie
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Diament tańczy, oślepia mnie, wiesz
Tańczy lepiej niż ona twerk
Nie ma czasu, czas robić cash
Moim cmentarzem będzie Louis sklep
Chcesz mnie powiesić, wieszaj Louis Belt
Rekiny czyhają a to nie jest Bape (nie)

[Zwrotka 1: Young Multi]
Rekiny czyhają a to nie jest Bape
Diamentowy grill w klasie C
Twoja pusta bragga śmieszy mnie
Piszesz ty książkę, a może wiersz
W twojej bajce masz ten cash
Czy to fikcja, czy też nie
Czuję znowu się jak w grze
Diament tańczy, robię dab
Diament tańczy, robię “ouch”
Koniec pierdolenia o tym, co mam robić
Typie zamknij mordę
Odbieram pakiet plików w Goyard torbie (yeah)
U mnie pliki są zielone (yeah)
Wszystkie kiety diamentowe (yeach)
To jest Rollie a nie Muller (yeah)
Twoja muza mnie zamula
Twoja muza mnie zamula (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Na diamenty robię sobie flex
Ty jesteś zjeb, w komentach wylewasz hejt
Jestem tylko tu po cash
Biorę je, jak tsunami zmywam się
Twoja dupa chciałaby mnie mieć
Omijam kolejkę, bo mam wstęp
Chcę diamentów dużo w Louis Bag (yeah)
Chcę diamentów dużo w Louis Bag
Chcę diamentów dużo w Louis Bag
Chcę diamentów dużo w Louis Bag
Chcę diamentów dużo w Louis Bag
Chcę diamentów dużo w Louis Bag
Chcę diamentów dużo w Louis Bag
Chcę diamentów dużo w Louis Bag

[Refren: Young Multi]
Na szyi ja nie chcę już złota, wolę te diamenty mieć
Oni chcą ciągle złapać mnie w tą sieć
W sejfie na klucz zamknąć mnie jak diament
Robię to z ekipą jak Cozy Tapes
Moja skóra, suko YSL
Świeży jestem jak Polo Gang
Chce na ręce mieć Hublot bang

Diament tańczy, oślepia mnie
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Diament tańczy, oślepia mnie, wiesz
Tańczy lepiej niż ona twerk
Nie ma czasu, czas robić cash
Moim cmentarzem będzie Louis sklep
Chcesz mnie powiesić, wieszaj Louis Belt
Rekiny czyhają a to nie jest Bape (nie)

[Zwrotka 2: Bedoes]
Jeśli banknoty potrafią mówić, no to śpiewają dla mnie (na na na na)
Chodzimy po centrum, mój ziomal ma dredy jak Renato Sanches (na na na na)
Mój ziomal ma dredy jak Renato Sanches (na na na na)
Twój z jakąś Renatą na randce
Nie chcę na to patrzeć!
Młody Borek, jestem młodym donem
Jak cię boli to nie jesteś moim ziomem
Ja na FaceTime mam polską modelkę
A do ciebie co najwyżej dzwoni Orange (brrr)
Nie chcę byle jakiej, ja chcę Mona Lisę
Ciągle zielone na głowie jak Quebonafide
Hajs skacze jak żaden (jak co?)
Hajs skacze jak tyczkarz (jak kto?)
Przemyśl zmianę płci, skoro wciąż płaczesz jak dziwka (płaczesz tak jak dziwka)
Chcę mieć w chuj pak tak jak BSMART (w chuj pak tak jak BSMART)
Brr-brr-boom-pow tak jak Ingram (rraa)
Młody byk, spójrz, robię flex (flex)
Ona pisze do mnie tekst (tekst)
Koleżanki z mojej klasy mnie nie chciały
Dzisiaj pytają o seks (seks)
Wróć… Dzisiaj pytają o seks, ziomek
Nie mam czasu, pojebana pizdo
Nie widzisz, że kurwa robię cash?
Borek

[Refren: Young Multi]
Na szyi ja nie chcę już złota, wolę te diamenty mieć
Oni chcą ciągle złapać mnie w tą sieć
W sejfie na klucz zamknąć mnie jak diament
Robię to z ekipą jak Cozy Tapes
Moja skóra, suko YSL
Świeży jestem jak Polo Gang
Chce na ręce mieć Hublot bang
Diament tańczy, oślepia mnie
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Diament tańczy, oślepia mnie, wiesz
Tańczy lepiej niż ona twerk
Nie ma czasu, czas robić cash
Moim cmentarzem będzie Louis sklep
Chcesz mnie powiesić, wieszaj Louis Belt
Rekiny czyhają a to nie jest Bape (nie)


G-Eazy – Big Ben Lyrics


Play this song

[Verse 1: Preme & G-Eazy]
Right here in the game, swear I’ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain’t going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don’t need me to spend
Told her just cop the car seat and I’ma buy you the Benz (Skrrt-skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben
Ya’ll fight for dollars and cents like y’all ain’t got no sense
Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live?
If you diss, get mopped, I clean up my shit
My lil’ bro got shot, I felt like I got hit
All my dogs brought sticks, told ’em I got this
Gotta take those risks, we abide by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I’m dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin’, but the bad bitches love this
Thug shit, I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick (Yeah)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Hit the studio, I came straight from the YSL fashion show
Word to Anthony Vaccarello, we skipped the after, though
I get this cash to flow, models asking, “Who has the blow?”
Uppers and downers, can’t tell if I’m moving fast or slow
She just took acid, just kicked in
Got the big face Rollie, call my watch Big Ben
Zero to sixty in three, this a big boy Benz
Black on black, I whipped the Batmobile, it must be him
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
I’m killing ’em when I’m in my ‘Rari, feel like a hearse
My garage look like the Jay Leno lot, your feelings hurt
I threw her ten, she put some new plastic under her shirt, look
It’s just a gesture, you’re welcome, look, it’s my pleasure
Put a Birkin on her dresser, it’s like she discovered treasure
Plus the YSL clutch, really, it took no effort
I’m Curry in the clutch, look, I dominate under pressure, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben (Yeah)

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
My piece she put her tongue on, ain’t fucking ‘less the glove’s on
I’m stuck inside her head just like a love song, no doubt
Been one of the best out, your music got me stressed out
‘Cause they ain’t got no bars like they fresh out, big clout
Talk about the best, you got me fucked up if I’m left out
The only white boy in the world who could bring the west out
Girls at my shows on shoulders, she pulls her breasts out
On her boyfriend, he’s miserable, feeling left out
Last night we got high as shit, almost feel like I died a bit
I just fucked a stranger, I asked her name while she ride my dick
Rumors spreading quick, I tell her to chill and quiet it
Rock and roll stories I’ll save the rest for the biopic (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben


Rich The Kid – That Way Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Which way? Yeah, yeah
Diamonds, bow, woo (DJ Durel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 1]
Flex up a jet, I’m on a pill, nah, for real
Money do a backflip, that way
Cuff a model, make her strip, that way
You can’t even talk to me
Count it up, blue cheese start callin’ me
Now my baby momma trippin’, keep stalkin’ me (What?)
In the trap, can’t sleep (Sleep)
[?] lean sippin’ (Lean)
Too much drugs in me (Too much drugs)
Rich Forever living (Rich)
Woke up countin’ a milli’
Now the Lamborghini off-white
I drop a six in a Sprite (A six)
Keep flexing, got the bands right (Flex)
Too high like a satellite (I’m high)
Gucci, I dropped fifty racks on a jet for nothin’ (What?)
Double CC, got her icey, boy, her boyfriend bustin’ (Bitch)
Yeah, look at her ear (Ayy)
Got a ho flexed up with a chandelier
Drink too much lean, no belvedere (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 2]
Wrist, ice cream
Pull up flexin’, any bitch gon’ fuck me
I’ma hit it if she lucky (Woo)
Old money, real dusty (Money)
Overseas countin’ foreign cash (Cash)
To the trap for another bag (Ha, ha)
Christian Loub’s, red bottom swag (Woo)
YSL on me [?] (What?)
Fuck them niggas ’cause they hatin’ (Hatin’)
Got the Lamborghini waitin’ (Yeah)
I was posted with my Haitians (Haitians)
Rich Forever, we done made it (Rich)
Fuck her, left the ho in Vegas (Woo)
Overseas for the paper (What?)
Money old like a Sega (Old money)
I was walkin’ with a [?]
[?], that way
Keep flexin’ ’cause I’m rich, that way
We doin’ a show for the 2K (Woo)
Still trappin’, got the plug on 3-way
Still juggin’, got the block hot
Run up on you with a new Glock
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’, I flexed (Flex)
30K on a necklace (Woo, woo)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way (Woo, woo)


Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics


[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)


Lil Yachty – We Outta Here! Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yah, yah, yah, yah (ugh), yah, yah (Ayy)
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Uh-huh), yah
Hoo, yah, gang, gang, gang, gang (Lil Boat)
Yah, uh, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bank roll look like- (roll)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes, they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig get it snatched (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Minding my own business
Flex big time, fitness (Ooh)
Gotta get rid of your witness (Skrrt, skrrt)
Young nigga handle my business (Ooh)
Front yard lookin’ like Forza (Forza)
Bad bitch lookin’ like Georgia (Ooh)
Hit from the back, she call it torture
I got them hips, hop, scorcher (Bih!)
Fuck her one time, now that bitch cannot let go
I’m with K Preme sparkin’ gats at the Safeco
Flip up the phone (Brr), Metro
Suck on my balls (Skeet), Petco
I’m like Capone with a chop
SK with a stock, need me a hundred round
They outta stock (Du-du)
I want your bitch, she just-
I’ma jump in it head first off the top (Hey)
These niggas mad that I’m rich (Fuck ’em)
F them, my bitch is my bitch
My wrist is my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
YSL robe when I go take a piss? (Bling)
Ice in my teeth, when I smile see the glitz (Bling, bling)
I got her pissed off, 21 hours drinkin’ Crystal (Skeet)
I’m ’bout to cut the Bentaygas (Skeet, skeet)
Park VIP at the playoffs (Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Yeah, Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso (Mhm)
Take it out, go loco (Yup)
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier (Yah)
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bankroll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bankroll look like, roll
Bankroll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig, get it snatched (Lambo)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yo, double OG
Big dog, young nigga parrot, I eat (yeah)
All them niggas, yeah, behind my back (Humble!)
Say the word, you know the niggas is wack, wax (Frizzy)
All these niggas rappin’ wax, wack (Yeah)
All that bullshit you’re sayin’, wack (Huh?)
You ain’t gangsta and you know that’s facts (What?)
I’m a real gangster, nigga, know that, yeah
Shoot a nigga straight in the head like a throwback
You know I turn your head ’til you throw back (Ba-ba-ba-bow!)
And I been kickin’ shit for a long time
Young nigga been gangsta from way back (Yeah)
Takin’ shit nigga from way back (Way back)
AK-47 for that (For that)
You don’t nigga wanna go down (Go down)
Yeah, your bitch wanna go down (Yeah)
Bring your bitches to the spot (The spot)
Trap spot, yeah, the block stay hot (Stay hot)
Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (Stay hot)
Go two guns deep, that’s for Pete (That’s for Pete)
Murder gang, bitch that’s me (Bitch, on Blood)
Double RP, yeah that me (Yeah)
And I’m ridin’ double R (Double R)
Bet your bitch see the star (See the-)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco (Yeah)
Ice made bitches too nice (Yeah)
Bentley coupe like white rice (Bentley coupe)
Skrrt, he outta here (Outta here)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot)
Probably is a-


Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics


[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills


Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig


Gunna – World Is Yours Lyrics


[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 1]
My foot on they neck, her pussy stay wet
Put nut on her breasts, Gunna triple X
Cough syrup back-to-back, I hardly get rest
I fucked her like Thugger, just want me some sex
I’m never sober, too much of this red
Designer my cover, I drip in the bed
Bring me a bundle, I need rubber bands (Need rubber bands)
I done blew cheese and I don’t want the ranch
I’m a rockstar, I play with these bands
Come watch me blow through these racks like a fan (Racks like a fan)
I just went got out, I’m back at it again
The two-door couple new, I’m still waitin’ on a tint (Yeah)
Rackades, I had to invest in a bag (Uh)
Live the good life, all my bitches is bad (My bitch bad)
Take the price up, watch how niggas get mad (Uh)
Biscotti Backwoods, stopped smokin’ the grass

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 2]
These not G-STAR, coupe got On-Star (Uh)
Syrup make me slop, I sip that raw (Uh)
Life of a slime, I love somethin’ sharp (Slime)
Your girlfriend a dime, I might fuck her raw (Uh)
I lost my patience, I took that boy off
They think I’m racist, my white gon’ be Off
Your diamonds fugazi, don’t none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy, won’t do me like Ross (No)
Cherish my freedom, don’t live by the law
If my brothers get rich it’s gon’ be all my fault (Be all my fault)
Can speak for itself, so I barely can talk (Barely can talk)
My shirt match the belt and the belt match my drawers
I left ’em a trace, I drip when I walk
Busy as fuck, I can’t answer my calls (Answer my calls)
We livin’ up, no more shoppin’ in Ross (Nah)
Me and Wheezy way ’bout to fuck up the mall

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Outro]
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here


YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics


[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)


Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)


DJ ESCO – Showed You Lyrics


[Intro: Future]
DJ EscoMoeCity
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 1: Future]
Pockets stretched out like I got a barrel on me
I’m so Pluto, out of reach, can’t come close to me
YSL, breathing air, boy I bleed with them
Gun smoke in the air
Blow that heat with them
All my life I been a hustler and I showed you
I got 10 whips outside and they showed you
I put a Rover in the pot and took it global
I get a whip [?] out come fully loaded
I got some money, bought medallions
That bitch so bad we call her stallion
Gotta put more zips inside the styrofoam
Fucked up your budget on one stone
You get so rich they try to treat you like a outsider
I ran it up, they try to find a way to criticize it
[?], juug and take it and I forgot about it
I became a legend in the streets there ain’t no spit around me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And all my life I run it up nigga that’s my paper
Get the fuck up out my face before I violate you
All the pretty bitches love me I can not blame ’em
I would love me too but still I can not save ’em
I heard the niggas talking crazy, acting wild gangsta
I got some niggas right beside me that’ll violate ya
I got the .30 on me, tucked, I call that my baby
I only hit her up to bust, but still that’s my baby
And I’m like ooh I ain’t here to talk I came to fuck you
I know you just wanna have fun ooh
Well I got a plug with me, yeah
And I got a thug with me, yeah
And he got a drum on him like, ooh
Nigga wit a hoodie and a gun, ooh
I know you don’t wanna be the one, ooh
Oh it’s a dub for ’em, yeah
Put up a dub in ’em, yeah
Came out the mud on ’em, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 3: Dej Loaf]
Mm, let me hide your sulf mm
Know a nigga with a nose ring
Now we’re sitting in the nose bleeds
I showed you and you show me
It’s time to feed my whole team
If you’re starving you don’t know me
Take care of my mother, brother, all my nieces, aunties
To spend your cap, no cap, no Don C
I ain’t the type to call the police
He lick the pussy with the codeine
The only time I let him OD
Die for me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Rand it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you


DJ ESCO – No Slow Money Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger, Jeffrey, Hendrixx, Wizard, ah
Dripset, dripset, dripset got the whole lit, wet, lit, wet, ooh
Slime, [?]

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 1: Future]
I was just sittin’ in the Bentley (yeah)
I got some Monica Lewinsky (I got some Monica)
I’m goin’ crazy in Fendi (I’m goin’ crazy)
I cannot trap in the Hemi (I cannot trap)
I’m stickin’ the wheel like Remmy (I’m stickin’ the wheel)
I got more syrup than Denny’s (I got more syrup)
We hit the [?] with Lenux (we hit the [?])
Cookin’ the dope like a chemist
My brothers, ain’t none but some menace
Ain’t rob me a nigga in a minute
I’m a rock star, John Lennon
Got my doors up, no pretendin’
My Aventador ain’t rented
The big Lambo look extended
Racks on me, I admit it
Gold on me like Olympics
Diamond gold an Atlantic
Hottest nigga in the planet
Uzi on me and a cannon
Swangin’ through, panoramic
Got a call, major damage
Freed my dogs, more Xanax
YSL, hang with gang bangers
Hope them niggas understand me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Shottas, let that shit hang like a rasta
Play with that bread and we toast you
I’m a big blood like my partner
We do not play with imposters
We don’t talk to ’em, we knock ’em off
And we gon’ kiss all your partners, yeah
We gon’ fuck over your roster, yeah
And I’m still screamin’ free Roscoe, yeah
She suck me up with a waffle, yeah
I beat it up like a boss do, yeah
Uh, don’t take it personal (no, no)
Double R, with the stars and the Wraith
Bentley trunk outside, right now

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Outro: Future]
DJ Eskimo city


Birdman & Young Thug – Lil One


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah
Hey
We got London On Da Track
Thugger

[Hook 1: Young Thug]
Lil’ one
I want to know, how you feelin’ lil’ one (tell me, how you feel)
Tell Lil Thugger, how you feelin’ lil’ one
Hey, I need to know just, how you feel, feel, feel

[Post-Hook 1: Young Thug]
How are you feelin’ lil one, how you feelin’ lil’ one? (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
How are you feelin’ lil’ one, how you feelin’ lil’ one (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
I wanna know, how you feel lil’ one
Tell me just, how you feel lil’ one
Tell, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, just tell me (tell me)

[Bridge 1: Young Thug]
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me (I’m listenin’)
I just want you to tell me (go ‘head)
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that I’ma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie, oh
We might just stroll, we ain’t tryna roll
I just wanna enjoy every second
She can take it slow
I’m like oh, oh, oh, oh whoa
I’m not talkin’ bean
But she keep pigeons on her toes

[Bridge 2: Young Thug]
Aye
Thugger want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)

[Hook 2: Young Thug]
How you feel lil’ one?
I wanna know just, how you feel lil one
Please, tell Thugger, just, how you feel lil’ one
How you feel, how you feel, how you feelin’?
How you feelin’, how you feelin’, just, how you feel

[Post-Hook 2: Young Thug]
I just want you to feel it
Blood. just want you to feel it
YSL, want you to feel it
Please
Baby girl, I wanna feel it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Birdman]
She not a Crip, but her coupe blue
She not a Blood, but she eat ravioli
Wanna twist yo’ body around, I hope you know yoga
Nigga screamin’, "free Pibb" like I’m giving away soda
I don’t really talk, but I been said, "I told ya"
I’m ridin’ with the yoppa like I come from Magnolia (graw)
I just wanna bang bang like Chief Sosa (bang-bang)
It’s a shame on Stunnaman so, yeah
Tell me, how you feel, nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga, for real
Show you, how we dealin’, nigga
Show you, how we kill a nigga
Show you, how we illy niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s bang-bang and chop-chop
It’s Blood gang, we kill niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s Cash Money, it’s Rich Gang, it’s YSL
We kill niggas, for real
I thought I told ya
Born stunnas, we known high rollers
Bang-bang for young soldiers (I just want you to tell me)
Bang-bang for lil’ soldiers

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that imma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie


MADEINTYO – Too Quick


[Intro]
I love The Private Club
Nard & B

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 1]
Chop the top, never stop
I get bored too quick
Silly thot, want my spot
I get bored too quick
Louis V, watch ‘em hang, I could see your bitch
She be choosing on the low
I can’t save that bitch
Yeezy hanging out the window
I’ve got lots of handles
Shout out to Gwen and Wesley Foo, that my kinfolk
Been tweaking lately
All my shit gotta be exotic
Baby blue Porsche that shit look like Hpnotiq

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 2]
Gucci duffel, bust yo’ bubble ugh you ain’t hot
Saint Laurent winter jacket, had it ‘fore it drop
Told Distorted if she want it, cop that BM drop
Kinjin ice me up
Meechie pipe me up
Mr. Ice cream truck
Can you ice me up?
Shawty just show love
Tokyo give no fuck
She let the YSL hang
I told her tootle that thang
TPC, that my gang
She wanna kiss the chain

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist


G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I (On SNL) (Live)


[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I


Blink 182 – 2006


[Intro]
Yeah
I like the
I like the vibe of this one, Mikey
I like the way this shit sounds
Yeah
Vibes

[Verse 1]
Sorry, Mom, I been a bad son
And I ain’t talking throwing tantrums
I just came off a bad run
Common sense, wish I had some
They say insanity is doing the same thing
Over and over and expecting results to change
My mind strange
They say if nothing change, nothing changes
There’s things in my life that need rearranging
I tend to speak a lot, but I rarely listen
Maybe it’s time I make some good decisions
And to my ex girl still tryna listen
I know I contribute to your current position

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 2]
There’s some issues I still need to dig in
That place called heaven I’m still tryna get in
I’m tryna change it up, I’m tryna straighten up
Don’t mean to bring this up, but Caitlin might’ve been the one
How the fuck I mess that up?
I hope she doing well
Remember buying you those shades up at YSL
And last year on the road, way too many hoes
Nights I don’t remember, had a lot of those
Needed pills to play, now in the hills we stay
I’m tryna switch it up, tryna live a different way
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 3]
When the last time I called grams?
I been popping these 2 milligrams
And Chelsea bought the kid the new St. Laurents
I ain’t even take that hoe to lunch
Accept the things I can’t change, Ima do some new things
Ima buy that new Range
Posted with my boo thang
Sorry, honey, I ain’t call you
Hate when my obligations fall through
Everybody got addictions
Man I had some crazy nights
Woke up in crazy positions
With no recollection
But
How long can this shit last?
When the plug got my back when I’m low on cash
Slowed it down for a minute
It was moving fast
My accountant doing taxes, having heart attacks
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around


Skizzy Mars – 2006 lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah
I like the
I like the vibe of this one, Mikey
I like the way this sh*t sounds
Yeah
Vibes

[Verse 1]
Sorry, Mom, I been a bad son
And I ain’t talking throwing tantrums
I just came off a bad run
Common sense, wish I had some
They say insanity is doing the same thing
Over and over and expecting results to change
My mind strange
They say if nothing change, nothing changes
There’s things in my life that need rearranging
I tend to speak a lot, but I rarely listen
Maybe it’s time I make some good decisions
And to my ex girl still tryna listen
I know I contribute to your current position

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 2]
There’s some issues I still need to dig in
That place called heaven I’m still tryna get in
I’m tryna change it up, I’m tryna straighten up
Don’t mean to bring this up, but Caitlin might’ve been the one
How the f*ck I mess that up?
I hope she doing well
Remember buying you those shades up at YSL
And last year on the road, way too many hoes
Nights I don’t remember, had a lot of those
Needed pills to play, now in the hills we stay
I’m tryna switch it up, tryna live a different way
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 3]
When the last time I called grams?
I been popping these 2 milligrams
And Chelsea bought the kid the new St. Laurents
I ain’t even take that hoe to lunch
Accept the things I can’t change, Ima do some new things
Ima buy that new Range
Posted with my boo thang
Sorry, honey, I ain’t call you
Hate when my obligations fall through
Everybody got addictions
Man I had some crazy nights
Woke up in crazy positions
With no recollection
But
How long can this sh*t last?
When the plug got my back when I’m low on cash
Slowed it down for a minute
It was moving fast
My accountant doing taxes, having heart attacks
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around


G-EAZY – Him And I lyrics


[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the f*ck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this sh*t, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy f*ckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear, “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I


G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I


[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I


G-Eazy – Him & I Lyrics


[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody tries to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (Halsey: Ha ha ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, man, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain and no suffering?
Intense, this shit it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
We turn up, mobbin’ till the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I
Ever go down and get caught, hope they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing’s over
We do drugs together, fuck up clubs together
And we’d both go crazy, if we was to sever
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Interlude: G-Eazy & Halsey]
All that I hoped, I tell you I’d never
I thought we were taking [?]
You can confide in me, there’s nothing to hide
I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear most likely I’m gonna die with you

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I


24hrs – Address (Uncensored)


[Intro]
Ayy Twenty
Hella kush with this Louis V du-rag
Blue Benz, I just pulled off with the paper tags
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
24hrs…
And… hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 1]
Light wrist, right wrist my shit like a crisis
Diamonds on my left flooded, hope that you can swim, bitch
And we make a movie every time so you should film this
Me and Oscar in Vancouver riding in a limo
I don’t wanna hear your SoundCloud or your demo
I just got to hip to Twenty, damn lil’ bitch you super late
Everything a film to me, my lifestyle like a Super 8
Twenty, Twenty, Twenty, hold up you know he gon’ eat the beat
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, you know he gon’ sit with me
She gon’ throw it back for me
I hit your ho, look back for me
Throwed her like it’s cee-lo, touch down in the T.O
She said, "Twenty you ain’t no good, saw you brought out Roy Wood$"

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 2]
Put her in an Uber, she ain’t never got the address
Dropped 5 bands on the YSL leather dress
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, they know Twenty is a customer
We went to Coachella, man hurry, all the drugs with her
Pop back, pop back, know a young nigga gon’ play this
She said, "Twenty, oh my God, my favorite
I think you might make it in my playlist"
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, fuck a young nigga to the playlist
Turn up, turn up, shawty just work that day shift
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Outro]
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Like I knew you would
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Show me somethin’ good
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
I’ma throw these ones
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
You the chosen one


Jay Critch – Fashion (feat. Rich The Kid)


[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
A.P for the timin no they hate me how I’m shining
Lemme see the money piling and my roof gone gotta find it
Save thumbs in the climate ahhhhhh
She fell in love with the diamonds
I had to get it on my own
Come get yo shorty she be wildin in and out the
Change the number to my phone
Then it’s right back to the thousands
These racks but you don’t know nothin about it
Gotta flex up on these niggas cuz they doubtin
I’ve been ballin on these niggas so they foulin
She go through it with no hands she got talent

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
YSL tag
Big Prada bag
Quarter mil cash
I was down bad
Bring yo friend we could fuck I don’t do dates
Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case
I’m actually ballin, for the one time think I’m actually callin
These niggas is saucy, I came from the bum designer all on me
Who knew this would happen
From trappin to rappin and now I’m in fashion
The finest of fabrics, too many bands they doing gymnastics
Hop out the coupe, my young niggas might shoot out the roof
I got the juice, diamonds hanging out now we playin it cool
Then I said I won’t miss you
I’m in love with the money I can’t kiss you

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh


Young Thug – Forgiato Lyrics


[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I’m in it, ridin’ with the carbon
Most of these ? they corny
They riding around and they boring
We don’t make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches
Fuck 5-0 I know they listening
They listening to everything yeah
Better watch what you say to these bitches
Cause in court they gon put it on air yeah
I just want a bag, I just need a bag
I want some Ben Franklins, I just want em back
I trade em in for some Grants and Jacksons
Why the fuck I do that? (I don’t know)
I promise I ain’t gon do it no more (no no no)

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel
[?]
We gon go brazy, don’t pop the pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
[?]
We put baguettes on these bitches for real
[?]
I’m on the west coast hangin’ with Locs
Let em whip the wrist out the bowl
Buy a rollie, buy a Patek
Put some ice around your neck
Put it round your kids and flex
Put it on your private jet, put it on your private property
Put it on your [?]
Fuck nigga bluffin’
YSL we don’t trust ya, fuck around we gon bust ya
Fuck around we on Gresham, we on Gresham with Guwop
Fuck around, we on Gresham

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign, mmmm
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel


Young Thug – My Boy Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah, YSL, Lady V, what the fuck goin’ on, man?
You with me, I don’t want you to dip
The Remedy
Get it

[Pre-Chorus]
Why my bitch ass so fat? Boy, I swear, I know it (I know it)
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas


Good Charlotte – Keep Your Hands Off My Girl


Let the record play,
Let the record play,
Let the record play.
The way that you dance,
The way that you move,
The way that you stare at me across the room,
You carry Dion bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear L Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL,
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a curve shirt neatly,
Tucked inside in my waist.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
Now she sweating my friends,
And my hurricane shoes,
She likes the records I spin,
But out important tattoos,
But she can’t say "what’s up",
So what does she do,
She just stays posted up,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed in my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, ahha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
She, she, she don’t wanna talk about it,
He, he, he wants to fight about,
Me, me, I don’t wanna fight about it,
I just wanna be about it,
I’m just trying to stay about it,
Step out the wagon,
You know the boy starts to hate,
The girl that came with him,
They like that’s not the boy she dates,
They get the fighting and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is staring,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I’m wearing,
But the music keeps playing,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipster keeps mugging on me all night long,
They say "Aha, ahha",
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.
You carry Dion bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louis Vuitton, ASG, and YSL
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.