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Migos – Too Playa lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah (DJ Durel)
The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on the saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowing them keys
You know we keep keys the right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture sh*t together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She f*ck with the gang (gang), she f*ck with the team
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean (yeah)
She got little perky breasts (perky), I put a little ice on the flex
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck, yeah
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown (swim, swim)
My nigga got felonies, let him out right now (woo, ay)
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound (yeah yeah)
Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spending tabs, finna spaz, finna spaz
Niggas spending fast (spinning), 150 cash, 50 cash
Yeah, large (yeah), y’all nigga talk too hard (talk, talk)
We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards (chop)
Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah (yeah)
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah (yeah)
My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah (fo sho)
We too playa (yeah), we too, we too playa (playa)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa (clean)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), yeah, we too playa (playa)
Woo, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa
Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that
Nigga claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that
Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat
Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a nigga like a spiritual
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe, motherf*ckers like Armor-All
Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall
Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall
Shitting on niggas subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy
Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls
If the money fold, that mean the dope ain’t sold
I like it straight, the men ain’t gotta debate
Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face
The way these hoes like to film a nigga, Lorenz Tate
I won’t even let you film a nigga without seeing tape
Yeah, that’s my brother, work, but I gotta play harder
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big bank same size as his bank, yeah
My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I am a player, and no, I ain’t playing fair
Swear they shaking like some dreads
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared
Look up at your man’s head, tell me what color that dot is
Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did
I love my mama, never change, your honor
So I gotta let his mama live
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield
Came in the game and was independent
They was screaming out that we ain’t got a deal
Said I ain’t playing, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a sell
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here
Open the door when they got in there
Quiet, I pick up the silencer
Shoot it up to the analogist
Ballin’, but they keep callin’ us
And ain’t no stoppin’ us, try to see the apocalypse

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Verse 5: Offset]
New Moncler, throwin’ salt on a playa
Save the salt for the snails
Or the rocks in my ear
Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena
She a bad bitch, I seen her
I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best, I am too playa to stress
Drip like the mayor, more or less
I like your bitch, I caress
Dry down the stick nigga, hush
Codeine syrup a must
Wraith with the peppermint guts
He sweet, he keep holding nuts
Your bitch is a throwaway mutt

Migos Feat. 2 Chainz – “Too Playa” Lyrics

(Intro: Quavo)
Yeah
(DJ Durel)
The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowing them keys
You know we keep keys
The right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture sh*t together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho

(Verse 1: Quavo)
She f**k with the gang, she f**k with the team
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean
She got little perky breasts, I put a little ice on the flex
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown
My ni**a got felonies, let him out right now
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound
Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spending tabs
ni**as spending fast, 150 cash, 50 cash
Yeah, large, y’all ni**a talk too hard
We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards
Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah
My b**ch way better than his b**ch, yeah
We too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, yeah, we too playa
Woo, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa

(Chorus: Quavo)
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that
ni**a claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that
Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat
Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a ni**a like a spiritual
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe, motherf**kers like Armor-All
Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall
Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall
sh*tting on ni**as subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy
Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty

(Verse 3: Quavo)
Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls
If the money fold, that mean the dope ain’t sold
I like it straight, the men ain’t gotta debate
Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face
The way these hoes like to film a ni**a, Lorenz Tate
I won’t even let you film a ni**a without seeing tape
Yeah, that’s my brother, work, but I gotta play harder
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 4: Takeoff)
I am a player, and no, I ain’t playing fair
Swear they shaking like some dreads
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared
Look up at your man’s head, tell me what color that dot is
Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did
I love my mama, never change, your honor
So I gotta let his mama live
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield
Came in the game and was independent
They was screaming out that we ain’t got a deal
Said I ain’t playing, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a sell
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here
Open the door when they got in there
Why’d I pick up the silencer?
Shoot it up to the analogist
Ballin’, but they keep callin’ us
And ain’t no stoppin’ us, try to see the apocalypse

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)

(Verse 5: Offset)
New Moncler, throwin’ salt on a playa
Save the salt for the snails
Or the rocks in my ear
Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena
She a bad b**ch, I seen her
I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best, I am too playa to stress
Drip like the mayor, more or less
I like your b**ch, I caress
Dry down the stick ni**a, hush
Codeine syrup a must
Wraith with the peppermint guts
He sweet, he keep holding nuts
Your b**ch is a throwaway mutt

Nipsey Hussle – Last Time That I Checc’d (feat. YG)

[Chorus]
Last time that I checked
It was 5 chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep
Last time that I checked
I was sellin’ zones in the set
Make a quarter mill no sweat
Last time that I checked
I’m the street’s voice out west
Legendary self-made progress
Last time that I checked
First get the money then respect
Then the power, and the hoes come next
Last time that I checked

[Verse 1: Nipsey Nussle]
I been self-made from the dribble
I was been sayin’ I’m a killer
Playin’ no games with you niggas
Pop clutch, switch lanes on you niggas
I laid down the game for you niggas
Taught you how to charge more than what they pay for you niggas
Own the whole thing for you niggas
Re-invest, double up, then explained for you niggas
It gotta be love
Who run the whole city, it gotta be ‘cuz
This for the pieces I took off the monopoly board
And ya’ll niggas false claims, it gotta be fraud
Just keep the hood up out of your mouth, and you gotta be charged
I doubled up, tripled up, nigga what
Banged on the whole game, I ain’t give a fuck
Nobody trippin, had no business, got my digits up
And when I drop, you know I’m ’bout to fuck the whole city up

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
And I come through fly, no co-sign
I ain’t need radio to do mine, I done fine
And I take my time, and take my tribe
Every level that I crossed in this game like state lines
It was visionary, either I’m genius or you niggas scary
Maybe it’s both and this balance I deliver daily
For every nigga in the streets trying to feed the babies
The single mama’s workin’ hard not to miss a payment
And dirty money get washed on royalty statements
Black owners in this game are powerful races
Young niggas in the set that’s doing it makeshift
Out the garage is how you end up in charge
It’s how you end up in penthouses
End up in cars, it’s how you
Start off a curb servin’, end up a boss
It’s how you win the whole thing and lift up a cigar
With sweat drippin’ down your face cause the mission was hard

[Verse 3: Y.G.]
Last time that I checked
I got the front end and the back
We on the way and that’s a fact
This real, this ain’t rap
Where everybody wanna act pro-black (they don’t really wanna fuck with us)
The last lie you heard, this ain’t that
This that, "I done made it out the gutter" shit
Nip told you "fuck the middle man", I said "fuck a bitch"
Fuck wearin’ their clothes, I wear my own shit
Ya’ll can own ya’ll label, I own my own, bitch!
Aye Nip, I remember all that game you taught me
Don’t fuck around and get played by these label owners
Talk that shit to these niggas, Adrien Broner
But secure the win though, don’t let that game fold you
‘Cause when this game over, it’s really game over
And all they do is play the game till this game over
And you be givin’ game like a big brother
Mission; never let em take it from us

Dave East – Bentley Truck (feat. Chris Brown & Kap G)

[Intro]
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood nigga?
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood nigga?
Only got two
Four door

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Waiting for my driver to come pick me up
This foreign shit gon’ fuck the city up
Got em in they feelings cause we really up
80 thousand cash in the Bentley truck
Pulled me over, think I got a brick
In my hood they tell me I’m the shit
You’ll probably find me in some private shit
With more gold than a pirate ship
Slick Rick 100 chains on
Niggas throwing shots but they probably miss
I’m probably with a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hopping out
That’s why I put my work by the fence
That’s why I hit the percs by the bench
Bentley truck swerving, it ain’t got no tint

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 2: Dave East]
My momma begging me to stop it
Smokers begging me to cop it
Out the pot, on the table chop it
They’ll do anything to make a profit
Your shit is trash, I’m not hearing it
Louis Vuitton and black pyramid
Gucci or Prada or Dolce Gabbana, it ain’t bout a check I’m not hearing it
Expensive designer, I’m wearing it
I used to wait in the trenches
50 baggies on a mission
They told me I needed a therapist
You could get hit for a pair of kicks
Dice game, we gon’ run it back
Treat the block like Merrill Lynch
.45 on me, don’t care where I went
Couple Russian hammers, some American

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Bitch i’m the man with the juice
I got diamonds on top of diamonds and my niggas they stay on the news
I stay sipping, water whipping, fresh out the kitchen
I bought her the bag and the shoes
And I might let my bitch drive the foreign
Mix the molly with pineapple juice
I want the pussy right now, where you going?
Look at me baby, you know you won’t find nothing better
Don’t look at me crazy, you know they ain’t on my level
And girl I’m in the Maison Margielas
When I make it rain, you gon’ need an umbrella

[Verse 4: Kap G]
.45 on me like MJ, oh
I’m at Benihana’s eating shrimp steak, oh
In the Bentley truck with the semi tucked
Fuck those pussies, they don’t wanna see me up
Goyard, had to put the Fendi up
Niggas with the plug tell them ring me up
After the club I’m probably go (?)
Taking that shit and you know we gon’ spray you
She give me face, I ain’t talking about make up
Fuck her from the back, pull out her lace front
All I ever wanted was some designer
Partner you with the Kap, no 49ers
I’ma beat the pussy, I’m Adrien Broner
She spit on that mic and I might just go sign her

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
All my niggas rocking good
All my niggas active
It’s 50 for a line nigga, 250 for the active
Bitches they the baddest, and they just wanna be fucked right
After party girl we get naughty, sorry