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Tinashe – Me So Bad (feat. French Montana & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro]
Montana
Right Now Sound, (Woah)
Hitmaka!
Sound!

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
I know you want my free time
I know that we don’t play, play, play, play
I’m walking on a thin line
I’m hoping that it break, break, break, break, break
I’m tryna give you FaceTime (yeah)
Don’t mean you wanna wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
I want a better bassline, I want a better bassline

[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t be faking, faking, no, yeah
Say you looking for someone that’ll last
I know you looking for someone that’ll last

[Chorus: Tinashe]
You want some me so bad
You want some me so bad
Come get this body
You want some me so bad
You want some me so bad
Come get this body

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
Running out of words to say
No talking girl, I came to play
Drop top, jumped in the wraith
Yeah, yeah
I want it face down
Turn around let me lay down
Until you want another round let me taste that
Ye

[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t be faking, faking, no
Say you looking for someone that’ll last
I know you looking for someone that’ll last

[Chorus: Tinashe]
You want some me so bad
You want some me so bad
Come get this body
You want some me so bad
You want some me so bad
Come get this body

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Senorita, señor-senorita
Sh-Shorty give me head like a mind reader
Overseas and [?], no rain checks
Once I showed her the safe
She ain’t want no safe sex
AOD with the rain jacket
She a savage, Louis vintage baggage
You know we the flyest that’s a fact
And I need a new crib for the plaques

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & Tinashe]
Quit all that stalling, I got what you need right now
And I want to feel it
Trying to take you higher than the ceiling
Quit all that stalling, got what you need right now
Yeah, I want to feel it
Oh you got me caught up in my feelings, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t be faking, faking, no
Say you looking for someone that’ll last
I know you looking for someone that’ll last

[Chorus: Tinashe]
You want some me so bad
You want some me so bad (you know I’m on my way boy)
Come get this body
You want some me so bad (me so bad)
You want some me so bad
Come get this body

Rae Sremmurd – Powerglide lyrics

Yeah, Yeah Yeah
*Mike WiLL Made-It*
Yeah, Yeah Yeahh
*Mally Mall*
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
*Ear Drummers*
Yeah, hoe

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed
Coming in froze (froze)
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to showboat (oh)
If she bad I put a pinky ring on snow globe
I’ma have that n*gger on lock like Hulk Hogan (yeah)
She was going up and down the pole like yo-yo (down)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
I don’t f*ck with [?] ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Oh, money on monsoon
Baby girl full moon (ay)
Yeah these niggas with some money [?]
She don’t she stop, pedigrees, now they clueless
Oh, they balling like Mutombo, yeah
Much cleaner than your tool kits, woah
Can you believe every night we do this, yeah

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, Imma’ go and spend that money soon (hold up)
I don’t care if she had a man, so? (man)
Pedicure gang get your fingernails did
With no shame flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (hit)
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
My feet higher than a motherf*cker
Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
Oh, You know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
I’m being reckless, so I cash in
She said, “I only wanna dance for you”
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my niggas closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview she know the answer (answer)
Prototype cars not a Jaguar, aaah!

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, hoe
Pass around the pre-rolleds
Rollie on my chain
Flava Flav with the Steez, hoe
Kush residue on my jeans
I blow hella dope
And them classy Reeboks
Whiter than snow
And a nigga be dressin’
Walkin’ ’round, who just steppin’?
Unintentional flexin’
Tryna send out a message
Money walk with the [?]
Shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Seein’ stars in the rental
Got your broad in the rental?
20k in AOD
And it’s just me and my kinfolk?
Tryna send a girl to college
I ain’t coppin’ no [?]?
Say her birthday late July
Yeah, that means she a Leo?
Might just leave with me tonight
But that don’t mean she a freak hoe
Fuck with dancers and models
Shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from the bottom
Yeah, shout out Keisha bottoms
Couple cases of Rose
Came out to me with the [?]
I pour up for all the girls
But I’ma drink out the bottles

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar n*gger
But I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow
I told that bitch to come and ski
Shawty bad
She can get it
She can swallow
She can spit it
Bring her friend
If she with it
On the pole
Got her splitted
In the bed
Or the Lamb
Got your bitch
Suckin’ dick
On the ‘Gram
V12 helped me get up out the jam
Trunk full of slam
R.I.P Lil Peep
I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey)
Back seat of my Benz (hey)
Put that sh*t on camera (hey)
She squirted on the lens (hey)
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins (hey)
With the gang posted up (up)
Puttin’ numbers up (up)
Bitch, want me that check first
I don’t wanna f*ck (yeah)
They say it’s cuffing season
Baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)
She want a real nigga
Dog, you ain’t hood enough

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the power glide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (Diplo & Party Favor Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I made love to a stripper (stripper) first I had to tip her
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
You a bitch
Don’t need make up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down), pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up
You a little bitty, bitty bitch, yah
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, yah
You a little bitty, bitty bitch

Yuck It Up

Lyrics to ‘Yuck It Up’ by Jay 305:

–Hook–
Both Hands /on your knees/ Gone Head / Fuck it up
Left Cheek / Right cheek /Gone head / Fuck it up
Not you but her / come here / Fuck it up
Tongue out / oowww
I like that / fuck it up (5x)
Not you on yo knees / gone head / fuck it up (5x)
Both hands on yo knees Ooowww

–Verse 1–
Thigh tat / pussy fat/ I like that / ohh
Work that/ twerk that/ throw it back/ ooohh
Look at that / I want that / Gimmie that Ah/ oh / ah/ yea / Look I made this song for you baby/ I’m comin after you/
I seen yo instagram page / I had to follow you…You heard that my dick game is crazy / Dr.D With the ladies/ I see you ridin Mercedes & baby/ ya bomb

–Hook–
Both Hands /on your knees/ Gone Head / Fuck it up
Left Cheek / Right cheek /Gone head / Fuck it up
Not you but her / come here / Fuck it up
Tongue out / oowww
I like that / fuck it up 5x
Not you on yo knees / gone head / fuck it up (5x)
Both hands on yo knees Ooowww

–Verse 2–
All the / Bad bitches / in the city / they know me
Want me/ they owe me/ gone head/ Fuck it up
AOD, Kod, magic city , Stadium/ stacks on me/ 26 inch weave oh baby wuz hannin/ I can see yo nipple ring /
Oooh you nasty/ pussy poppin / I like it sloppy/ oooh you classy/ ooooh I’m daddy/ Play house in yo mouth/ I like it freaky / stick it out / ooooowwww

–Hook–
Both Hands /on your knees/ Gone Head / Fuck it up
Left Cheek / Right cheek /Gone head / Fuck it up
Not you but her / come here / Fuck it up
Tongue out / oowww I like that / fuck it up (5x)
Not you on yo knees / gone head / fuck it up (5x)
Both hands on yo knees Ooowww

FRENCH MONTANA – Hotel Bathroom lyrics

Off top, baby

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait

[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel

[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

Jay 305 – Yuck It Up (Uncensored)

[Hook]
Both Hands /on your knees/ Gone Head / Fuck it up
Left Cheek / Right cheek /Gone head / Fuck it up
Not you but her / come here / Fuck it up
Tongue out / oowww
I like that / fuck it up (5x)
Not you on yo knees / gone head / fuck it up (5x)
Both hands on yo knees Ooowww

[Verse 1]
Thigh tat / pussy fat/ I like that / ohh
Work that/ twerk that/ throw it back/ ooohh
Look at that / I want that / Gimmie that Ah/ oh / ah/ yea / Look I made this song for you baby/ I’m comin after you/
I seen yo instagram page / I had to follow you…You heard that my dick game is crazy / Dr.D With the ladies/ I see you ridin Mercedes & baby/ ya bomb

[Hook]
Both Hands /on your knees/ Gone Head / Fuck it up
Left Cheek / Right cheek /Gone head / Fuck it up
Not you but her / come here / Fuck it up
Tongue out / oowww
I like that / fuck it up 5x
Not you on yo knees / gone head / fuck it up (5x)
Both hands on yo knees Ooowww

[Verse 2]
All the / Bad bitches / in the city / they know me
Want me/ they owe me/ gone head/ Fuck it up
AOD, Kod, magic city , Stadium/ stacks on me/ 26 inch weave oh baby wuz hannin/ I can see yo nipple ring /
Oooh you nasty/ pussy poppin / I like it sloppy/ oooh you classy/ ooooh I’m daddy/ Play house in yo mouth/ I like it freaky / stick it out / ooooowwww

[Hook]
Both Hands /on your knees/ Gone Head / Fuck it up
Left Cheek / Right cheek /Gone head / Fuck it up
Not you but her / come here / Fuck it up
Tongue out / oowww I like that / fuck it up (5x)
Not you on yo knees / gone head / fuck it up (5x)
Both hands on yo knees Ooowww

Juicy J – Gimme Gimme (feat. Slim Jxmmi)

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
S65 coupe, gimme
Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme
Balling through Soho, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
I don’t care what I blew, gimme gimme
Need something new
Gimme gimme, gimme
Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme
You know this Lamborghini faster than your hemi
I’m just a Memphis nigga balling like I’m Penny
Fuck a bitch for bout 2 hours off the Henny
Rich nigga credit card got no limits
I just bought a condo, cost 2 mil to be a tenant
Bitch I’m dripping so much sauce your bitch might take up swimming
I be smoking back to back to back, I’m still not finished
Gold around my neck, I won the real nigga Olympics
When I wear all my shit they be like Juicy that’s too many
Your bitch get pennies and plenty Remys
Now that bitch running like a track meet after the Bentley
She like

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Bitch get it right, my name Jxmmi
Ball hard, bitch you know I just bought Physx
Failed class so I never went to physics
Gimme gimme
Real Gucci, no gimmick
Niggas don’t get it, they be balling, they got limits
I’ma leave ’em broke, you know I’ma leave ’em broke
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Give me space, give me space, give me space
I on Rodeo drive, I’m bout to blow like 30k
My pockets full of hundreds, I got money in the bank
Bitch I’m all in AOD, they getting naked while I drink

[Outro: Slim Jxmmi]
Mike Will fuck wit’ me
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes

TRAVIS SCOTT – beibs In The Trap lyrics

That coca

I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I’m with a white ho
And she snortin’ three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, the shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more

I just poured a 8 in a liter
Got a white bitch sniffin’ on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons
Bitch, looking for a phone I ain’t seen it
Told Frost bring the water no Fiji
Free Stix I’m poured up and I’m leanin’
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked all my bros, she’s snorting the snow (that coca)
Now she’s touching her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door we gon’ get locked for sure
She said she want more
Fuck it, I’mma get more

Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night night
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy
Help it, please
Beast, beast it
Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah yeah)
I’m lit, like Nick, white bitch, she thick
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy Girls got it poppin’, AOD got it poppin’
Tryna’ text my accountant
Ain’t no service in the mountains (straight up!)
Won’t you come to the bottom
Know you heard a lot about ’em (yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed

I just poured a 8th in a liter
Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I’m with a white ho
And she snortin’ three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch rollin’ on snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Ooo

Travis Scott – beibs In The Trap lyrics

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That coca

Travi$ Scott – Biebs In The Trap (feat. Nav)

[Intro: Nav]
That coca

[Hook: Nav]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I’m with a white ho
And she snortin’ three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, the shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more

[Verse 1: Nav]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Got a white bitch sniffin’ on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons
Bitch, looking for a phone I ain’t seen it
Told Frost bring the water no Fiji
Free Stix I’m poured up and I’m leanin’
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked all my bros, she’s snorting the snow (that coca)
Now she’s touching her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door we gon’ get locked for sure
She said she want more
Fuck it, I’mma get more

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night night
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy
Help it, please
Beast, beast it
Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah yeah)
I’m lit, like Nick, white bitch, she thick
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy Girls got it poppin’, AOD got it poppin’
Tryna’ text my accountant
Ain’t no service in the mountains (straight up!)
Won’t you come to the bottom
Know you heard a lot about ’em (yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed

[Hook: Nav]
I just poured a 8th in a liter
Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I’m with a white ho
And she snortin’ three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch rollin’ on snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Ooo

Travi$ Scott – Beibs In The Trap (feat. Nav) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

I just poured a 8th in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I’m with a white hoe
And she snortin’ three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more

I just poured a 8th in a liter
With a white bitch sniffin’ on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons
Bitch, looking for her phone I ain’t seen it
Toe frost bit water no Fiji
Free Stix I’m poured up and I’m leanin’
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
‘Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked on my bros, shes snorting the snow
Now she touchin’ her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door we gon’ get locked for sure
She said she want more
(Fuck it) I’mma get more

Baby, high life, sleepy, night night
Flashes spotlight, pull up, night sky
Peace peace, peace to God
Bite me bite me, strike me
Indict me, snipe it, swipe it, rob it, trap it
I’m lit, lightning, white bitch, she thick
Pulled out in the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy girls got it poppin’, AOD got it poppin’
Tryna’ text my accountant
Ain’t no service in the mountains (Straight up!)
Won’t you come to the bottom
Know you heard a lot about ’em
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out in the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed

Juicy J – Gimme Gimme Lyrics

Chris Brown – Erday

[Intro: French Montana]
Talkin’ every night
All my dogs gettin’ lit, talkin’ every night
Juicin’ my body

[Hook: French Montana & Chris Brown]
I be ridin’ through the city, gettin’ lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I’mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I’mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I’mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin’ every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night
I spend all my money on it baby, every night
All these diamonds, they ain’t come from singin’, every night
We be too lit, you know we goin’ crazy, every night
Pop a pill, we rock ‘n rollin’ baby, every night
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ridin’ through the city, we be straight, 12 o’clock
Yeah, all my niggas Gucci, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Guwop
Yeah, all we rock is Gucci, watch me, watch the watch
Yeah, hit up AOD, tell ’em gon’ get ’em molly

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Bangin’ out the bottle, got me loosed in the Goose
Baby, you should be the driver cause I’m gon’ let it roof
You a pretty, little lady, fuck the devil outta you
I’m about to roll the dice, daddy need some new shoes

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Wanna take your body down, fine little motherfucker
Want it right now, bitch you know I ain’t a sucker
Think she off that angel dust but I ain’t for complainin’
I know that pussy dangerous but I can’t let you win
She wobble it, wobble it
She poppin’ that pussy, she all on the pole
Droppin’ it, droppin’ it
I’m throwin’ this money all on the floor
What you tryna do in the bedroom?
Cause we don’t be playin’ no games
Cause that pussy be fuckin’ my head up
I gave her everythin’

[Hook: French Montana]
I be ridin’ through the city, gettin’ lit every night
Baby, if the head good, I’mma run every light
Man, if the pussy good, I’mma hit it every night
Man, if that money good, I’mma get it every night
I be lit every night, out to get every high
I be whipped every night, I be sippin’ every night
Out the roof every night, off the crew every night
Out in Louis every night, in the coupe every night