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Defari – Bomb Tree Lyrics

* [Chorus: Defari]
Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree
Roll it , light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips,
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb

(Defari)
My minds trippin’, I’m flying like the Jetsons
I got greener trees than the vegetable section
Though I’m blown on high, I’m concentrating on this realness
Society’s playin’ with these devils and illness, God
Hear me when I beg for forgiveness
All the black and tans I’ve had, all the forty’s and Guinness
All the sacks and the bags I’ve rolled full of indo
Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows
Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive
These Los Angeles streets I ride
Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah
That name ring a bell
and that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell
Palm trees ain’t the only greenery in California
In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Now I’ve been all around the world for the bomb ass tree
Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu
I even got thai weed in London that look like doodoo

Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth
Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix
Add my rockin’ hash to your little blunt of tricks
Now what do we have? A motherf*ckin blunt that hits
That’s the shit, stop playin’, add a sack to this
But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks
You dig? I’m only firing up fire weed
Make a stress smoker really admire me

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

I’m from that Cheech and Chong scene
I got that mean Joe Green
I’ll burn trees until I’m one hundred and thirteen (damn)
And maybe then I’ll stop, Not!
I’ll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock
Cannabis cup, we party, can’t handle this stuff
Damage your lungs, what! Pack another one
I got fresh water for the bong, that’s six feet long
Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong
A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle
Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little
Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs
I’d like to take time out to thank those who gave love
On the sack, the rest of y’all niggas is wack
Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag
Zig zag, take a slow drag
And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn’t know that

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Ygtut – Highs & Lows Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Break it down like marijuana, papa wore a Ferragama’
Counting up a couple commas, posted with that f**king llama
Preacher’s son, I love my momma, kicked me out for smoking ganja
If the police found my stash, they gon’ throw me in the slamma’
I’m too handsome for a cell, posted with this lady though
Met her ass today, I don’t know why she call me baby fo’
Get you some ambitions, keep on sitting like a lazy ho’
Wishin’ on yo visions, when the f**k you gonna chase em’ tho’?
Henny, I don’t chase it, burning daisies
Getting blowed like an AC, for a show you gotta pay me, homie
Ready or not nigga, we coming and your bitch is too
We done paid these dues, cut it out, now the blaze on you

[Verse 2]
Know the devil’s after me, demons keep attacking me
I just want some dough to have my family living lavishly
Girly, call my celly, say she startin’ to get attached to me
I’ma call you later, you about to kill my battery
Told her just like that, remember big bruh’ used to hit us with the packs
And we used to bring the cash right back, uh
Cool nigga, Bloods say I’m bool, nigga
My young nigga bangin’ in the streets
I pray his momma pray for ‘em
But I told him get home safely
And keep his gun off safety, and he said “Real nigga shit though”
And then he flashed his pistol
Living life to the fullest while dodging them bullets
Y’all niggas like urine, uh, y’all ain’t never gon’ be shit
Creepin’ in the Benz, playin’ TLC, creep on the down low
But it’s down low, blowing endo, on the lookout for the po-po
(Whoo-Whoo)

[Hook]
Hey hey, tell me where you wanna go?
You might be going through a lot right now
That’s just the game and how it goes
Hey hey, where’s some weed? I’m tryna smoke
I think I need a light right now
To make it through the highs and lows, hey
Hey hey, tell me where you wanna go?
You might be going through a lot right now
That’s just the game and how it goes
Hey hey, where’s some weed? I’m tryna smoke
I think I need a light right now
To make it through the highs and lows, hey

[Verse 3]
I don’t need your weed, I swear that we be smoking back to back
I could be yo’ nigga but yo’ ass just don’t know how to act
I be by myself, I swear that boy ain’t shit to fool with
You say you want a nigga girl, you shouldn’t say that bullshit
Stepping out the pulpit, gotta’ keep it honest girl
Don’t you go spilling feelings man
That shit smell straight like vomit, stop it
Stop it bitch, it’s that atomic
Broke her down on the apartment carpet
You know TUT a f**kin’ monster, Ferragamo like my father

[Bridge]
Ease your mind, easy hoes come a dime a dozen
Free your mind, tell your plug you need a dime of something
Ease your mind, easy hoes come a dime a dozen
Free your mind, tell your plug you need a dime of something
Ease your mind, easy hoes come a dime a dozen
Free your mind, tell your plug you need a dime of something
Ease your mind, easy hoes come a dime a dozen
Free your mind, tell your plug you need a dime of something

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Wheeler Brothers – Portraits Lyrics

Once you painted pictures in the cold basement you left
Reading Edgar Allen and writing poems about your death
And how you filled the room with empty thoughts is beyond me
Find me dusty, find me dead, but just find me
I need no witnesses to bury this old house
And if you stay with me, well then there ain’t no way out
Yes, I’ll bury this old house
Sand and sunny skylines used to cure the tougher days
It’s funny how the weather can effect the world that way
But when that junk has locked you up and Texas coast is not enough
I want you to think back upon the portraits of your past
I need no witnesses to bury this old house
And if you stay with me, well there ain’t no way out

You and I in this lonely room, With the cold AC and the horid food
Thin sheets and white walls, and that stupid backtie game
Now I read your books for you and I’ll paint for you and I’ll wait for you
And I’ll stay for you, my god we dont have money
I need no witnesses to bury this old house
And if you stay with me, well there ain’t no way out
Yes, I’ll bury this old house
Bridge-
Well it’s broken, it’s scattered all across the floor
I try to build it up baby, you’re crying on the telephone
Through my bedroom door
And I’m shakin, I’m trying to find a place that I’ve known

Juice WRLD – Mansion Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Huh-uh
This my favorite part nigga
Huh-uh, yeah
LordPhazer in this bitch
Uh-huh, oh, yeah
Ya dig? Yeah
Purps on the beat
Here I go, here I go again (Here I go, here I go)
In Los Angeles just came back from Japan (In Los Angeles just came back from Japan)
Here I go, here I go again traveling (Here I go, here I go again traveling)

[Pre-Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Uh-huh)
I was on Percocets everyday, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (Uh-huh)
Here I go, here I go again (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again (Uh-huh)
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (Uh)
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent 3,000 on some pants
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (She a horny dog)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (Yeah)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand

[Verse 1]
Whoa, rocking that Rick, dawg
Feel like a beat, dawg, I got drip sauce
Pocket watching got you pissed off (Got you pissed off)
Just wait until you start staring at my wrist, dawg, ah (Gleam gleam gleam)
That mean I get super official (Uh-huh)
I’m a sad boy when it come to heartbreak, it’s in my lyrics (Uh-huh)
I know that I got millions (Uh-huh), I know that I got a mansion (Uh-huh)
On top of mansion that’s a big building (Uh-huh)
Parking lot wheelies, I put the milli’ in million
Wrist so cold like the AC on (Uh-huh)
All I care ’bout is hunnids, not tittys, twentys, like a [?] (Uh-huh)
Whatchu know about money, uh
I got my throwback Gucci on (Yeah)
Finna get in that oochie coochie
Fuck a hoochie to this song (Yeah)
Bootleg movies in my house, can’t go to the movies, dawg (Uh-uh)
I’m too important, ask me if I have competition I say “Nah” (Uh-uh)
They disappointed, I’m taking these pills can’t feel my jaw (Uh-uh)
I think I need a doctors appointment, they tell me that nothing wrong (Uh-huh)
I still think that nigga wrong

[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans (Uh)
I spent 3,000 on some pants (3,000 on pants)
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (She just fucked me and my mans)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (She a fan)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand

[Verse 2]
I see them haters watching me on the internet (On the web)
Like “Here he go talkin’ bout his new watch again” (Gleam gleam)
That’s a two tone skeleton AP on his head
We get it, yeah I know you get it (Huh)
But you couldn’t afford it if you worked for your life [?]
That’s your forever girl? I just may go rent her (Smash)
And drive that bitch around like a Mercedes Sprinter (Skrt, skrt)
So much money they think I got a money printer (Yeah)
So much drama sometimes I think I’m on Jerry Springer (What the fuck?)
I know some of these racist motherfuckers hate to pay up
Like “Why the hell did we just have to book this dirty nigga” (Ha-ha)
Times change (Yeah), but I still got that mask on my face like I’m in the KKK (Let’s go)
Bought a brand new guitar and a piano and a new AK (Let’s go)
Yeah, just incase, a fuck nigga get in my way (Uh-huh)
Two-three-three shots to a nigga in his face
Take two off his top like he gettin’ a fade
Send ’em rock bott’ niggas around your way
Bought a new watch, cost over 100k (Gleam)
So bright can’t see the time today (Damn)
Yeah, but it’s my time today (It is), I’m gon’ shine today
That’s today, tomorrow, ayy, that mean I’m in my prime (Okay)

[Chorus]
Here I go, here I go again
I’m in Los Angeles I just came back from Japan (Just came back from Japan)
Everyday I was on Percocets, wasn’t fucking with them Xans (I wasn’t fucking with them Xans)
Turned studio to a trap house, like I was whipping with the pans
I spent 3,000 on some pants (3,000 on some pants)
She a horny dog, she just fucked me and my mans (Me and my fucking mans)
Yeah, the groupie ain’t a fan (Groupie ain’t a fan)
Still ain’t trust her so I fucked her with an uzi in my hand (In my motherfucking hand)

[Outro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Triple nine the gang, yeah-yeah-yeah
When it come to this music shit I’ma po’ it, yeah-yeah-yeah
Billy Idol with that “Rebel Yell”
Fuck with me I send you straight to hell
Free my slime, hope he make bail
Keep him locked up if he tattle-tale

Yungeen Ace – Melvin Baby Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh
Ayy, look though, I’m from Jacksonville, Florida, ya heard me? (You heard that?)
Ayy, I’m a 7163 Melvin Baby, straight up, ATK shit (I step on any nigga)

[Chorus]
I was born hardheaded (Hardheaded), 7163, I’m a Melvin Baby (I’m a Melvin Baby), hey
‘Cause when it’s up, bitch, I won’t run away (I won’t run away), uh-uh
We got them choppas, I come where you stay (I come where you stay)
Murder scene, hospital where you lay
I’m trying to slang that iron (Slang that iron)
Innocent bystanders, everybody dying (Everybody dyin’)
Multiple times I could’ve died, guess it wasn’t my time (Wasn’t my time)
I ain’t have shit, I had to rob him
Mad Max, AC got that Draco, ain’t no stopping him
It’s alright but you gon’ die if you don’t walk with him

[Verse 1]
How you gon’ tame when all I know is murder (All I know is murder), ayy
Miami Heat, bitch, I keep that burner (Bitch, I keep that burner), ayy
He tried to kill me, hopped out from the corner (Bah-bah, the corner), ayy
He sent them shots, I had to walk down on him (Bang, come here), ayy
Tunnel vision, eyes on the phony (Tunnel vision, eyes on the phony), ayy
He get too close, I gotta draw down on him (Bah-bah), ayy
Shots fired clear the scene when I ride through (When I ride through)
We the reason he don’t come outside, we catch him in traffic too (We catch him in traffic too)
I call it all in play, I sent the deposit too (Yeah)
You got twenty-four hours, you ain’t done, you gettin’ bodied too (Oh yeah)
Top shooters, they ain’t dumpin’ in that block, coming to kill you
Murder, murder, homicide, won’t hesitate to kill you
Top shooters, they ain’t dumpin’ in that block, coming to kill you
Murder, murder, homicide, won’t hesitate to kill you
They hollering they want justice, bitch, don’t question me about what I do
Braggin’ ’bout that work but you ain’t tell me what I didn’t do

[Verse 2]
If don’t ride You gonna die if you don’t walk with him
Word word word we got the drop on him
You talkin’ shit I had to body him
They told that side I have to body them
Late-night I’m creeping like turtle
I know your rat master splinter
That bitch just take poison venom
I step on him and that bitch and everyone with him
I step on him and that bitch and everyone with him
I go to war with any nigga want war with me
ATK stand like an army catch a body about me
Bitch, you gonna die think I’m stupid
Think you gonna creep on me
We got more shots then
We been sliding all week

Witt Lowry – Debt Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Dia Frampton]
Why do you let us hate one another just for the dollar?
Did you lose your heart in the darkness, deep in your pocket?
No, I don’t care of the price I’d pay
I don’t wanna spend my life that way
Tell me is the pain that you’re causin’ worth what you profit?

[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, they say that money don’t buy happiness, just beautiful things
But I wouldn’t mind the extra time and piece of mind that it brings
I wouldn’t mind if I could afford AC in the spring
Or for the heat in the winter, not being bitter but they live like kings
And here we are in one bedroom we could barely afford
Hang your sheets up on the walls just to mimic the doors
Can barely afford to pay for a Ford, why you pay for your Porsche?
See, where I’m from nobody makes it to Forbes
And I’m so tired of this dead-end job
While I was workin’ last night, my fuckin’ car got robbed
There’s glass everywhere, I’m searchin’ for the things I lost
All the things I bought
You steal from me just to cut your cost
My mom’s worked her whole life just to get me a life to live
So I spilled my fuckin’ soul and gave everything I could give
I think we can agree that Sallie Mae is a bitch
And there’s gotta be more to life than this
Why do you let us—

[Chorus: Dia Frampton]
Why do you let us hate one another just for the dollar?
Did you lose your heart in the darkness, deep in your pocket?
No, I don’t care of the price I’d pay
I don’t wanna spend my life that way
Tell me is the pain that you’re causin’ worth what you profit?

[Verse 2: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, another day, another bill, lately hatin’ how I feel
Need a tax refund just to buy a fuckin’ meal
Your follows on your social’s essential for signin’ deals
Man, it’s crazy how a fake affects a room full of real
My boss told me, “Turn tables,” I told him, “Tables will turn”
When I’m laughin’ at: What I make in a day is more than you earn
The waiters start to laugh like to mention that is absurd
But they never focus their vision, their vision focus is blurred
And they think I’m out of my mind, or ahead of my time
Or I’m the one that grinds and puts himself on the line
To learn how to win, you have to lose a hundred times
Honestly, I think that losin’ is better than not tryin’
They say, “Make money, don’t let the money make you”
The question is, what if it’s the only thing to save you?
Would you sell your soul for a price if they paid you?
Or would you keep it real and stay you?
Why do you let us—

[Verse 3: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, I know that money don’t buy happiness, but buys you more material shit
Then rewordin’ how I think and what it means to be rich
I used to think it meant to flex a Rolex on my wrist
Feels bad to take more than you give, lately, hate how we live
I never want to become the face that I hate
When the man in the mirror will laugh and spit in my face
And tell me that the money has made me another fake
I’ve been drownin’ in my mind and my money’s been addin’ weight
Oh Lord, oh Lord, please save me
I should have known that somethin’ man-made couldn’t make me
I say I’m makin’ music, or is music what creates me?
I never have an answer, same question every day
See, when we pass on, all our things are passed on to the next
Everything we didn’t do is everything we regret
Every day we fuckin’ work for this worthless check
If you’re not happy, you’re forever in debt
You’re forever in debt

Missy Elliott – Cool Off Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it (Stop)

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off

[Verse 2]
Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)

[Verse 3]
Play this again, I’m finna win
Finna go off, finna go in
Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
Body shaped like a fisheye lens
I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
Cool off ’til I feel the wind
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Way too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)

[Interlude]
Cool off
Woo
Cool off, woo (Stop)
Woo

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it

Machine Gun Kelly – Signs lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy

6ix9ine – FEFE lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj, & Baka]
It’s f*ckin’ TR3YWAY!
It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker
Hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it’s free free
I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”
I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”
All I know is that I just can’t wife that
Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Draco got that kick-back
When I blow that, they all do track
They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter
With a Ruger, we gon’ do ya
Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really f*ckin’ do it

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I’m from New York, so I’m cocky
Say he f*ckin’ with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi’
Keep this n*gger in Versace
Said I’m pretty like Tinashe
P-Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days
I get chips, I ask for Lay’s
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?!)

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can’t get yo sh*t back
In fact this that bitch
That “I hate small talk, I don’t f*ck with chit-chat”
AC just stopped workin’, so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back
Come through rockin’ fashions
That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”

[Refrain: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 5: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this sh*t, now I won’t see that bitch again

[Bridge: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don’t care
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!

N.E.R.D – Everyone Nose (All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom) lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah
You know, it’s been a minute since um
We expressed ourselves
It takes a lot of courage to say this, but
I see sounds

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
You and your girls are going out tonight
Y’all been planning this all week right
You got something boys can’t deny (Here’s a hint)
It’s like apple pie
Cut you open and you’re just white
You ain’t tired; you wanna cause a riot
Who can say no to you?
Wait ’til they get a load of you

[Pre-Hook]
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
Because

[Verse 2]
Superstar ask you what you have
Bartender get the drank we just laugh
“He talking ’bout a autograph”
You just wanna dance in your reckless path
Close your eyes, see colorful things, you wanna
Let go, feel wonderful things
Just a bit more just to get in the lane
So we can enter the brain and you can flip with the pain

[Pre-Hook]
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
Because

[Bridge]
Baby, you partied all night in sixth gear
Just so you know the AC is blowin’ over here
Don’t worry, I won’t blow your high
Talkin’ bout your life
And how it is all wrong
Just know if you go outside and see the sunrise as all the stars are gone
Tell your friends they can go, you’re okay
You’re just chilling with me
Here’s a towel, wipe your face. cool down
Have a drink, it’s on me

Here’s a towel (Here’s a towel)
Wipe your face (Wipe your face)!
Cool it down (Cool it down)
Have a drink, it’s on me
Here’s a towel (Here’s a towel)
Wipe your face (Wipe your face)
Cool it down (Cool it down)
But you would rather party, cause

[Hook]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE. lyrics

[Video Intro]
Wicked or weakness?
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Album Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It’s been that day for me
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

J.I.D – EdEddnEddy

[Skit]
Nah bruh (huh?)
What you talking bout, homes?
Aye, aye, nigga, Snapchat niggas twisted up real tight
I’m with my motherfucking brothers, nigga (hahahahah)
They was representing for Trump real tight
But we in this motherfucker real tight
Nigga, ain’t left, everything right
Nigga, I’m tight!
Nigga, fuck you talking about?
Ball forever, nigga!

[Intro]
Bounce, bounce
Me and my two, okay
Me and my two, alright, me and my two, okay

[Verse]
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
I’m Zack, you AC, that Jessie and Kelly
I pull up to your hood, just let me know when you ready
I’m rolling up this dub, finna face it, beheaded, mm-mm
Hold on, chill out, please give me a second
I’m drowsy off a Xan, nigga legs is spaghetti
Cut all of the bullshit, nigga chop the confetti
You ready? I’m ready, you ready? I’m ready, uh, alright
Never sell weed cause I’m smoke it too much
I fuck up the pack, I don’t fuck with the sack
And I mean the bread come quick, he told me bring him 300
I brought him excuses and like 200 or something
I mean most of y’all niggas love drugs like me
Love me like drugs, bitch I might be
Yo’ love light bulb, turn on lights please
Turn off your cool, I mean, I might freeze
I mean hold on, relax, please give me a chance
I was moving too fast, I ain’t hear what you said
We was celebrating life, tryna get to the fetty
But me and my two niggas, we like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, damn

[Outro]
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Nigga, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, damn

Tyga – Mercedes Baby (feat. 24Hrs)

[Intro: 24hrs]
Ayy, Twenty, I heard you with Tyga
24hrs
Yeah

[Chorus: 24hrs]
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Ooh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Oh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ay, all that fraud shit, baby it ain’t me
They be hatin’ when your diamonds HD
Ay, I went to Gucci yesterday, ay
I like to mix it with the Saint Lauren
She be on the same thing, that’s my baby
Wearin’ army, better yet, a Navy
These noodles cooking two minutes, she gon’ do it in two minutes
I’ma start, she gon’ finish it
And she a…

[Chorus: 24hrs]
Big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Ooh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Oh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ay, all that fraud shit, baby, it ain’t me
Can’t no other nigga say he made me
Ay, I went to Gucci yesterday, ay
I like to mix it with the Saint Lauren
She be on the same thing, ’cause you my baby
I’ma ice you up, baby, thank me
You a hot girl, I’ma make you freeze
‘Cause you my baby

[Outro: 24hrs]
You my baby
Big fine woman, you my baby
You my baby
You my baby
Big fine woman, you my baby

Kendrick Lamar – Humble (Skrillex Remix)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Jay 305 – When You Say (feat. Omarion)

[Verse 1: Jay 305]
I’m a baller, baby
September 4th, just like Beyoncé, baby
Save the small talk, girl, I ain’t no counsellor
Hit the 10, free, pay see you bounce it, so bounce it
I know you heard about Jay through your father probably
Got a couple R&B bitches in my pocket
Left the studio with ScHoolboy Q
Now I’m tryna see what’s up with you
I tried to told you, girl, I tried to warn ya
Have you wish that you live in California
Upset, it’s a hell of a view
Got you sayin’ I’m in love with you
But that’s all, yeah, you played yourself
I was gon’ work, work, work but you played yourself
So I’m ready to go when you ready
But first I got somethin’ to say, baby

[Chorus: Omarion]
When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
I’m just doing what I do but I’ll make it up to you, baby
When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl, you know I’ma give you all I got
I’ma pick you in the foreign
A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin’
Who that nigga on your phone? Ignore him
Tell him you be back home in the mornin’, mornin’

[Verse 2: Jay 305]
Ooh, I’m back at it
Baby so thick, movin’ fire traffic
Had to hit the backstreets for my lil’ freak
GPS at 35, I be dead 3
Got a full tank of gas and the AC blowin’
Smellin’ good, feelin’ good ’cause the money keep comin’
I’ma get up in that thang while I’m palmin’ your ass
I see you feelin’ yourself, I gotta tell you somethin’
I’ma let you hold me on your front team, yeah
But really you ain’t sayin’ nothin’, yeah
But I’m ready to go when you ready
But first I got somethin’ to say, baby

Tyler The Creator – Foreword (feat. Can & Rex Orange County) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
How many cars can I buy ’til I run out of drive?
How much drive can I have ’til I run out of road?
How much road can they pave ’til they run out of land?
How much land can there be until I run in the ocean?
You niggas go with the motions and all the plans
Sea I was never into the beaches and all the sands
See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows and posies
Falling outta my pocket, but ya’ll want to know if I swam to cool down
How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?
How many fans can I have until I turn on the AC?
If the AC blows, well then I’m TNT, I’m gone

[Bridge: Rex Orange County]
I’m gone and I’m finished
And I ain’t seen my friends in a minute
Guessing nothing lasts forever
Yeah, nothing lasts forever
Nothing sticks together
Sick of sitting in doubt
Please let me figure this out

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Shout out to the girls that I lead on
For occasional head and always keeping my bed warm
And trying their hardest to keep my head on straight
And keeping me up enough ’til I had thought I was airborne
How many raps can I write ’til I get me a chain?
How many chains can I wear ’til I’m considered a slave?
How many slaves can it be ’til Nat Turner arise?
How many riots can it be ’til them Black lives matter?
Niggas click clack splatter, pew, pew that nigga
Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga
‘Cause if that cop got trigger, he better pull
‘Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool
‘Cause I know what I’m driving is usually paid in full
And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one
Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms
Them rooms got some windows and my windows got some views
Them views get some stares and my backyard does too
And if you walk to the bottom you’ll prolly see a pool

You better not drown, keep them ten toes up
‘Cause if those ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up
And that’s what I swim in

[Outro: Rex Orange County]
And if I drown and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
And if I crash and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
And if I fall and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
I’m wondering if I don’t come back
Maybe then I’ll know

When You Say

Lyrics to ‘When You Say’ by Jay 305:

–Verse 1: Jay 305–
I’m a baller, baby
September 4th, just like Beyoncé, baby
Save the small talk, girl, I ain’t no counsellor
Hit the 10, free, pay see you bounce it, so bounce it
I know you heard about Jay through your father probably
Got a couple R&B bitches in my pocket
Left the studio with ScHoolboy Q
Now I’m tryna see what’s up with you
I tried to told you, girl, I tried to warn ya
Have you wish that you live in California
Upset, it’s a hell of a view
Got you sayin’ I’m in love with you
But that’s all, yeah, you played yourself
I was gon’ work, work, work but you played yourself
So I’m ready to go when you ready
But first I got somethin’ to say, baby

–Chorus: Omarion–
When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
I’m just doing what I do but I’ll make it up to you, baby
When you say you love me, it don’t mean a thing
Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl, you know I’ma give you all I got
I’ma pick you in the foreign
A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin’
Who that nigga on your phone? Ignore him
Tell him you be back home in the mornin’, mornin’

–Verse 2: Jay 305–
Ooh, I’m back at it
Baby so thick, movin’ fire traffic
Had to hit the backstreets for my lil’ freak
GPS at 35, I be dead 3
Got a full tank of gas and the AC blowin’
Smellin’ good, feelin’ good ’cause the money keep comin’
I’ma get up in that thang while I’m palmin’ your ass
I see you feelin’ yourself, I gotta tell you somethin’
I’ma let you hold me on your front team, yeah
But really you ain’t sayin’ nothin’, yeah
But I’m ready to go when you ready
But first I got somethin’ to say, baby

Casanova – Decline (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 1]
I got a Rollie and a AP
I’m all the way up, Bleek hittin’ Jay-Z
I’m paid in full, like Azie
You know I’m cooler than the AC
My shorty went left, but I’m still right
When I get the deal Imma still swipe
I could tell you what the money feel like
I could tell you what the money feel like
I had a rental and a few runners
The four pieces did a few numbers
Been gettin’ money for a few summers
I got them old and them new hundreds

[Verse 2]
Did a couple shows made 80 pack
Spent it all then I made it back
I stopped scalin’ got a plate of that
I know they mad I know they hated that
Did the whole dub but no jail could hold me
Realize I’m the one but they never told me
So pay me now you could never owe me
I got the white got the yellow Rollie
Cut the money, love me
Cut the money, love me
I gotta laugh ’cause your money funny
She don’t know how to act when the money ’round her
So much money broke the money counter

KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this…
Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

Jam Baxter – Soi 36 (Mansion 38 Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
Adjust the AC
Little man
Scurry on

[Verse 1]
Compelled to win
Caged birds seldom sing
That’s why I pick locks in my spare time
All my vultures exiled in sin
I couldn’t help but grin
When you crowned yourself a king
The singular tenant in the hornets nest that never felt a sting
The whole crew stank of stardom
Converse in the crew new deep fangle jargon
All that was left in the wake
Were the ethanol fumes and a strangled barman
Churn out wheels like a battery farmer
My life’s a perpetual act of arson
The very same serpents that bit my tongue
Now fill a deep grave in an abandoned garden
Small time villain to the core
Brain like a prisoner of war
Yeah, another bloodstained year
Another string of woman to ignore
It took me a while to absorb your blindness
Hatchback looking like a four door virus
Screetchin the tires as the customers twitch like
Jellyfish squished on a four chord spineless

[Chorus]
You can’t predict your future like that
Shoot that crimson moon and lie back
I was in the bits consuming my stash
Dealing with this bitch that puked in my lap
You are not part of a single movement I back
I ordered a brain and supersize that

[Verse 2]
Hit DMT on abandoned beaches
Got the skies all smashed to pieces
And when we all rereach the surface
We can sit and gass about who swam the deepest
I was in the wormholes catchin’ reaches
Must’ve mistook your fam for leeches
Dr Benway digs in your chest like
"Fam I’ve lost count of this man’s diseases"
My breath reeks of a thousand things
Emerged from a thick green cloud of gin
Stashed pockets like walk-in closets
I never let a bouncer win
We had to explore your core
So we dug that scalpel in
Yeah, instant rebirth
Just add water to pile the skin
This Jam just got strange
I been yammin’ on champing on yons bay
I saw your wet blood singing like a brand new ferrari crashed in your veins
A fit miss shrouded the wreckage
Skyline lookin’ like a lit red lettuce
You can feel your face but make yourself scarce when the kid gets peckish

[Chorus]
Spew your gash and watch ’em turn blue
You’re quite sure the world deserves you
She was a smudge across my bird view
I’m just tryin’ to fuck the rest of her crew
The slurs that you heard about me weren’t true
Stretch these skies apart and burst through

Future – Might As Well (Future Album)

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 1]
They got our streets, tried to tell ya (bitch)
It’s already been done (I got it)
Ammunition overflowin’ (I got it)
Tears fillin’ up a pond (woo)
AC blowin’ like it’s snowin’ (let’s get it)
I know I’m bliss, I speak in tongues (you bet it)
My words touch a nigga soul
They get you through it, overcome
I ride the boats in the ocean
I whipped the car, it was stolen
I got the stars on the ceiling
I got my charge acquitted
I was the one got evicted, yeah
Living with the pink slip
Now I’m ridin’ with the pink slip
I done swam with the sharks
Nigga came from the deep end
You will never know what I was in
Times are getting rough, we still get in
I was selling crack when Snoop dropped “Juice and Gin” (yah yah)
Run a one room shack with a million in the den (fact)

[Hook]
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 2]
Workaholic
A few supermodels color
Ain’t gonna expose ya
Can’t say I ain’t think about it (fact)
(Can’t say I ain’t think about it)
Pink diamonds, no blinking
Niggas got no dripping
Started off on a mission
I got real niggas still crippin’
Child support gettin’ heavy
It’s hard not to get offended
Oh, you maxin’ out your credit card?
Like it wasn’t hard for me
I just bought a new Bugatti for you

[Bridge]
Lived in it all
Gotta take a trip and go ball (I gotta take a trip)
Packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall
Get down, buy the mall
Ain’t packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall

Have my baby – CHief Keef lyrics

Lyrics Chief Keef – Have my baby

Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby.

When you put on your makeup, you drive me crazy
Make me think i wanna have a baby
Where’d you come from
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyyy?

Can you have my baby, don’t look crazy
What we gon’ name it, Beamer Mercedes
Let’s make some arrangements
Let’s have a lil’ ranger or ballet dancer.

Can you hit my blunt ?

Maybe, maybe , maybe, maybe
But it’s gone kill you and I need you to have my babyyy
Baby, baby, baby.

Get me a kid you can have money blowing like an AC
AC, AC, AC versuri-lyrics.info
I know I be on that high stuff but my neck cold like a icey
Icey, icey, icey
She don’t want no kids with no other niggas.

When you put on your makeup, you drive me crazy
Make me think i wanna have a baby
Where’d you come from
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
Chief Keef lyrics
Video baby

Pink Guy – Furr (Pink Season Album)

[Intro]
Man, don’t you hate when you’re all like
“Man, I wanna kill some rats”
And then the, the bitch-ass animal company is like
“No”
So, what now?

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

[Verse]
I’ve been shooting dogs with BB guns since I was five
If you want to witness, you can come and see me live (Ooh!)
I be trapping cats in AC units all the time
Let them freeze, baby
Give the mice a head start, please, baby
PETA trynna take away the fun life
They always sending people to my condo
Like, "Who you is, and how you getting all this mammal fur?"
I tell them, go ahead, and check-a check that bank roll
I got a camel-fur coat, gator-skin duffel bag
Chinese labrador rug price tags
Sea turtle shell, money clip, hella tablerags
And handkerchief straight out of the African wild
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about the dolphins on my back
Man, I know a guy, who knows a guy, I get it like that
With a polar bear ceiling fan cooling down my back
And a kangaroo pouch to hold my diamonds and rags
I sewed a bunch of rats to a quilt
All this fur got me feeling like Cruella de Vil
I’ve been lurking on my neighbor’s dalmatians for weeks, man
If you trying to split the profit, call my pager for deets
They try to shut me down, that’s a no, no
They all trying to hit me with the low blows
But I never pay attention, I just pay in cash
If you trying to ask some questions, man, get off my fucking ass, uh

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

Famous Dex – Walking Dead (feat. Warhol.Ss)

[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous Dex]
Walking through the trenches
Money in my britches
30 in my pocket
Hollows in this rocket
Smokin’ till I’m weezin’
Ball out every season
Count more than my teachers
100k for features
6k for my finger
My pockets never empty
Lil boy, don’t come near me
Shooters, they crazy, doin’ hits out the Bentley
Sippin’ none’ but wop
Dope in my sock
Write your name on the Glock
We kick in your door, never talk to the cops

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
These niggas phony and fake
That boy gon’ talk to the jakes
Eat all my shrimp with the steak
Take all his food off his plate
These niggas don’t know the plot
Pull up and pop out his top
Blowin’ this dope out the roof
Run up with slide and finish the lot

[Verse 2: Famous Dex & Warhol.ss]
That lil’ boy don’t want war
Tell me what all is his fuss about
Them boys just snatched his chain
Caught the man lackin’ in the parking lot
40 on me it go boom
I fuck his bitch in a room
Maserati it go zoom
Born in the Chi, boy, I came from the zoo
They knew we came from the zoo
30 shot on me, I aim it at you
Smokin’ on glue
My bitch from Peru
Lackin’, end up on the news
Hit that boy with the tool
Diamonds on me feelin’ cool
Hundred bitches in the pool
Hundred bitches in the pool
They sniffin’ that coke, man they thinkin’ it’s cool
They get so high, like the moon
Pickin’ it up, I’m so rude
Twenty-five for some jewels
Bankroll my pocket, Margiela my shoes
I know this boy wanna be me
Diamonds so cold, I got AC, yeah

Aidonia – IG Girls Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The likkle pretty gyal you a boast pon IG bout
Shi gimmi a nice deep throat
All when you put her in a house
Shi a find way fi try thief out
Shi waan jump pon the bike wheel out
Pon a high speed boat

Mi seh pretty gyal do you have anybody?
Shi seh the likkle man him a just the
Shi tell mi seh it alright
Shi seh if mi feel fi come off her
Shi show mi seh shi badder than a porn star
But mi si ou pon the IG you a post her

(Chorus)
You seh a your girl
You seh a your girl
Your girl
You seha your girl

(Verse 2)
Gyal weh you gi the close door
Man a score goal wid the back a close goal
Reach a the block you know wi stop a 4×4
Buy two dragon that pop a bore, bore
High way, drive way, the toll road
Mad coco white Benz inna sport mode
Rub down her tights AC a flow cold
Fly pass deh suh never stop a Portmore

Nuh over Squelchy, yeah wi reach deh
Bring you gyal and go chill pon the beach yeah
Dawg a suh easy shi give it weh
Send a picture a the pu**y snapchat fi please mi

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Shi nuh seh a you
Yuh a seh a yours
Pon you IG you a post up you girl
Woman crush everyday caption you words
Diddy meck you gyal deh pon the snapchat a twerk
You a seh a your girl
Yeah shi a yours
Tek her weh today shi ready when a fi mi turn
Shi a your WCW
You swear seh shi love you

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)

Kid Ink – Lights Out Lyrics

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Young ni**a hang out the waters
Young ni**a hang out the run
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 1)
I might black out
I got that power packed in here like pack out
Got through security without no pat down
I tip 100 and then I tilt my head down
You see me, you should know who I got in the background
If they run it up, I just took my lap round
I just took my first one, but it’s not my last one
She told me to pass one, alley oop it, and one
I know just what you want
From that dress that you want
AC got you cold
And Hennessy get you on
Some of you ni**as ain’t high for the summer
Rest of the year, you out of discussion
My money talking, I’m up for discussing
She love when I thump it, I thump it, I thump it, I thump it
I put the key in ignition
You hear that bi**h humming
I hit the corner and pull up
You ain’t seen it coming

(Verse 2)
We blacking out
Know we in the building and it’s packing out
All them old hoes give me action now
Hit it from the back until the track is out
I know where I’m going , you ain’t gotta map it out
Sitting on top of the hills, made it out the south
Central of LA, murder was the case
I got up out the hood, without a beat from Dre
No cosign and no verse from Snoop
Eminem ain’t here, treat all my ni**as like groupies
We beat the odds and I’m living proof
You told me that my dreams were lies, I’ll forgive you soon
Ask, I start to lose my hunger and then, I just remember
All of the hamburgers that I had for dinner
Ni**a, the game that we playing is not for beginners
I see you been trying to shine but everything getting dimmer

(Outro)
Lights out