Princess Nokia – Gemini Lyrics

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I am Gemini
Super fly
Fly guy
I am Gemini
Two heads
One eye

I am Gemini
Like Pac
André
Lauren
And Kanye
Boy George
And Anne Frank

I am Gemini
But no, I’m not fake
I am Gryffindor
But don’t move like snake

I am Gemini
People love to call me crazy
But they judging and they hating
And I’m too grown for explaining

I am Gemini
June 14th
And all the famous rappers got a sign like me
And all the famous rappers got a heart like me
But I know that I’m different and they’re not quite me

I’m the horoscope hoe
I’m the planet and moon
I’m the rising ascendant
5th degree to the Moon

I’m the witch of your dreams
I’m the voice in your head
Your husband sent me a DM
And I just left him on read

My planet’s Mercury
My element is air
I’m such a free spirit
That I don’t fucking care

If I got a blunt
I ain’t moving out my chair
You can kiss my derrière
‘Cause it’s shaped like a pear

Little zodiac
Ginger snap
Pretty little shorty with the snap back
Tarot deck
Ankh set
Like to get her feet wet
With Keith Sweat
The freaknik
From Harlem to BX
I clean up like Kleenex

Spinelli, I’m recess
Kickball to the deep end
The public school era
It’s old-school forever
The moon and the tides
Really control the weather
The sun and the moon
Yes, it do go together
A spiritual being
That rides any weather

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Yes, I’m on my own
Tryna find up my home
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Always on my own
Tryna find up a home

Intelligent, adaptable
Agile, communicative
Informative, creative
And everybody hates it
Imagination colorful
And I just entertain it
A poet and a dreamer
I’ma seize the world and take it

Of course, there is the bad
I’m really superficial
I ain’t called you in three months
Still I maintain that I miss you
A Gemini with issues
Social, isolated
I pray that I’ma make it
Or at least that I can fake it

And like a Gemini
I’m really prone to changes
I’m really indecisive
And I really fucking hate it
Picking food or picking clothes
It always makes me anxious
But thank God I’m androgynous
‘Cause boys clothes what I stay in

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Yes, I’m on my own
Tryna find up my home
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Always on my own
Tryna find up a home

Frisco – Rocket Lyrics (feat. Shola Ama)

[Intro: Frisco]
Yeah
It’s Frisco
Come on

[Verse 1: Frisco]
Yes, I confess
I’m at my best when my back’s against the wall
Stand up in a war, stand tall
f**k the police and your rules
I’m from a place where if you get robbed for your tings
And you want them back, you’ve gotta pay for that
Stepping out of your yard knowing it could be your last day
Likkle man, you ain’t made for that
I’m the realest
Yes, everyday I’m getting tweets saying “Fris, you’re the realest”
And these man say they’re bad but they don’t really mean it
I’m a genius, I take MCs to the cleaners
Niggas wanna try diss my team on the sly
And then try DM for features
And they be like “Frisco, you’re the hardest
You’re my favourite artist
I’ve got all of your mixtapes
Back 2 Da Lab Vol. 2’s the hardest”
I’m a clarters
Lyrical barkers, killer artist
If a man try see the line and pass it
End up on the floor, looking like a starfish (sky!)
And RIP to my niggas that we lost in the battlefield
If it’s beef, we ain’t standing still, I’ve got mouths to feed
I can tell you this: at the end, I’ll be standing still
If it ain’t the greatest dilemma​
And if it ain’t the lyrical skeng, it’s the 45 weapon
Come get a taste of the essence

[Hook: Shola Ama]
See, we don’t have to worry now
Even when our hope is down
I’ll find ways to get around
I wanna ride a rocket with you
We don’t have to worry now
See, even if our hope is down
I’ll find ways to get around
I’m gonna ride a rocket with you

[Verse 2: Frisco]
Yeah, I hear you, Shola
Say no more, I’mma take it over
My nan said “why your eyes so red?”
Nan, I’m blowing more hoops than a rollercoaster
Check the folder, check the archive
Ain’t tryna take no Ls on our side
Before music
I was known on the road, my G, I was built for star life
It’s alright, likkle man, chat shit
Acting like I ain’t been active
When I see MCs, I see food
Dem man are prawns and crab sticks
Snap three of your favourite MC
And then call it a hat trick
Me war with a joke time?
I ain’t got time for that shit

[Hook: Shola Ama]
See, we don’t have to worry now
Even when our hope is down
I’ll find ways to get around
I wanna ride a rocket with you
We don’t have to worry now
See, even if our hope is down
I’ll find ways to get around
I’m gonna ride a rocket with you

Reeko Squeeze – Back On It Lyrics (feat. Blockz)

[Intro]
Aye yo, aye niggas get shot everyday B. You be aight nigga
You tough right?
I’m out Reeko. You understand what I’m saying? Look at me
I get shot in the head baby
My body different, my breathing different, you understand what I’m saying?
Doctor said I wasn’t gonna walk the same, you understand what I’m saying?
I’m out

[Verse 1]
Too, too much weed in the room now a nigga can’t breathe in my space
The girls in my DM’s, it might be your BM’s we’ll ski on a kid
Tell me why you niggas pree on the kid
Like there is no reason for this
Is it cause I make mad music
And then f**k that, just might go up on seasonal hits

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

[Verse 2]
Lurking in a German, I’m purpin
Pull up in a four door with a four four sting on red
Put smoke in a person
Catch coon ass stunting
How bad you wanna beef
How bad you wanna beef
‘Fore I see these niggas yeah they nervous
They might freeze when they see me
I’m in my young boy jerking
All of these niggas are lying they cooking that dealer shit
Nigga you pussy you been a prick
Never seen you and you rid with it
Who took [?] who gives a shit
Sting with my thing, yeah I live with it
My young boy he gon’ stick with it
f**k with these hoes I’m so sick with it
In a car with my browing she whipping it

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fat
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

[Verse 3]
Bang! f**k a nigga talking bout straps
Rolling with hittas and got six packs on me and I ain’t talking bout abs
Trust a nigga [?] you get grab, can’t talking about the watch you know I got band
Pulling up like right where you hang
Come round here, leave smoke on your man
Show ‘em face and with Scoogie I’m back again
Pulling up on that baby, what’s happening
Love my freedom, I ain’t trying to get bagged again
P and down, I’m all over the map again
Cutting, cutting, I’m bagging, bagging
That thing that I wrap ‘em in
Two rags to use on a sudden ting
One comb, one jam and an afro pick

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it’s strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f**k the radio now that I’m back on it
f**king up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f**k the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I’m trapping, trapping
I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what’s happening
Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

Jermaine Riley – Single Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You said that you really want it, yeah
You said that you were ready for the real thing
Got it text before this thing became a mess
But you seem to forget
All the things you said to me
And now you’re nothing but a song in my catalogue
Thought you was ’bout to be it
Guess I was wrong
You’re a pipe dream
No more time of mine will be wasted

[Pre-Chorus]
Say what you mean, if you’re saying it to me
Just explain it to me, babe
How the hell you change your mind, overnight?
Let me tell you why you’re

[Chorus]
Sin-gle
Because you just know a good thing when it’s looking in your face
I can see you
Talkin’ ’bout you want a relationship
When you know you really ain’t got what it takes
That’s why your single
Might be cute but you confused
If you keep on lyin to yourself you gonna lose
And I’m single, yes I’m single
‘Cos I keep on fallin’ for somebody like you

[Verse 2]
You said that you really want it, yeah
You said that you were ready for the real thing
When you hit the DM, I thought you were sayin
Plans for the PM, but then you text me in the AM
Talkin’ B***t, so many excuses
Whole bunch of lies and I’m about to show and prove it
You said you way to sick for us to to hook up
But then I see you out in the club
Pre-Chorus
Say what you mean, if you’re saying it to me
Just explain it to me
How the hell you change your mind, overnight?
Let me tell you why you’re

[Chorus]
Sin-gle
Because you just know a good thing when it’s looking in your face
I can see you
Talkin’ ’bout you want a relationship
When you know you really ain’t got what it take
That’s why your single
Might be cute but you confused
If you keep on lyin to yourself you gonna lose
And I’m single, yes I’m single
‘Cos I keep on fallin’ for somebody like you

[Bridge]
I’m over wasting time
When I got all this love to give baby
I’m not gonna put my self worth in your hands
Because that’s somethin’ you dont understand
Im a catch (check)
Help you secure the bag (check)
Yes I know how to dress (check)
Best sex you ever had (check)
Guess I should let it go
But if you dont know
Can I tell you why ya

[Chorus]
Sin-gle
Because you just know a good thing when it’s looking in your face
I can see you
Talkin’ ’bout you want a relationship
When you know you really ain’t got what it take
That’s why your single
Might be cute but you confused
If you keep on lyin to yourself you gonna lose
And I’m single, yes I’m single
‘Cos I keep on fallin’ for somebody like you

[Fadeout]
You said that you really want it, yeah
You said that you were ready for the real thing
Got it text before this thing became a mess
But you seem to forget
All the things you said to me

Lunay – Fin De Semana Lyrics

[Letra de “”Fin de Semana]

[Coro]
Llegó el fin de semana
Y ella llamó a su’ pana’
No quiere saber de nadie
Hasta el lunes por la mañana (Ey)
Llegó el fin de semana
Pa’l carajo la mente sana (Wuh)
Borracha me tiró al DM
Que quiere qué le dé con gana’ (Le dé con gana’)

[Verso]
Tre’, do’ shots, uno’ Whisky (Wuh)
Se puso freaky
La nena e’ bichy (Prr)
Le da a la bong como si ella fuera hippie
Ahora pasó de darme besos a hacerme hic-key
Vive la vida liberal
Gastando lo que hace semanal
Las amiga’ de ella son open mind, no dan rewind
To’ los día’ son ladies’ night

[Pre-Coro]
Vi-Vi-Viernes de sateo a La Placita del jangueo
Sábado en Bajita escuchando a Romeo
Domingo pa’l bote, abierto el escote
Pa’ que lo’ tiburone’ se alboroten

[Coro]
Llegó el fin de semana
Y ella llamó a su’ pana’
No quiere saber de nadie
Hasta el lunes por la mañana (Wuh)
Lle-Lle, Llegó el fin de semana
Pa’l carajo la mente sana (Wuh)
Borracha me tiró al DM
Que quiere qué le dé con gana’

[Puente]
Se-Se, se dejó
Hace tiempo se dejó
Con el novio no volvió
Puso el corazón en modo de avión (En modo de avión)
Y e-e-ella se dejó (Se dejó)
Hace tiempo se dejó (Se dejó)
Con el novio no volvió
No pide permiso y menos perdón (Perdón)
Y anda ahora puesta pa’l

[Pre-Coro]
Vi-Vi-Viernes de sateo a la Placita del jangueo
Sábado en Bajita escuchando a Romeo
Domingo pa’l bote, abierto el escote
Pa’ que lo’ tiburone’ se alboroten

[Coro]
Llegó el fin de semana
Y ella llamó a su’ pana’
No quiere saber de nadie
Hasta el lunes por la mañana (Wuh)
Lle-Lle, Llegó el fin de semana
Pa’l carajo la mente sana (Wuh)
Borracha me tiró al DM
Que quiere qué le dé con gana’ (Le dé con gana’)

[Outro]
Yeh-yeh
Lu-Lu-Lunay
Lu-Lu-Lunay
Chri-Chri-Chris Jeday
Ga-Ga-Gaby Music
Dulce como candy
Dímelo, Nino

VEDO – Computer Luv Lyrics

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[Intro]
It’s Vedo, baby

[Verse 1]
Might catch that flight one day
Make a nigga want it, sending them vibes my way
You been sending lil’ subliminals a while now
I never do but girl tonight I might reply now
Hit it back like I don’t play I’m on the way
She sent back that birthday cake
Told me I can have a taste, I can have it anyway
I can’t wait to have it in my hands, no
I’m glad we ain’t got mutual friends, no
She unsent that dm to send it again oh
Just to make sure she got my attention
And I like a couple pictures
Let her know I’m fucking with her

[Pre-Chorus]
Computer love, could be your face I see
On my computer screen
You keep on texting me
Computer love
Come out that [?]
Don’t play girl, let me see
You know what I want

[Chorus]
She sent it to close friends, just for me to see
And she hit my DM for some privacy
You’ve been sending me them pictures and them videos
And not I can’t wait to get this shit on video
I can’t wait to log in, I can’t wait to dive in
You can’t wait to tell your friends, stay up late till’ I get in
Girl it’s that long overdue and I can’t wait to get to you
Know you feel the tension through
This computer love

[Verse 2]
She the type, aye
Like every picture never comment just to like
That my type, keep it lowkey
Many people know me
That’s the homie, why you so noisy
Real discrete, shawty a real freak, real freak
I know she don’t play I bet she skilled with the whole thing
I just might catch you last minute flight yeah you know (Girl you know)
‘Cause I’m trynna see what you got under that robe
I unsent that dm to sent it again
Just to make sure I got her attention
I sent the addie I’m gon’ slide
I already copped the flight (Already there)
Girl I’ll be right where you wait girl

[Pre-Chorus]
Computer love, could be your face I see
On my computer screen
You keep on texting me
Computer love
Come out that [?]
Don’t play girl, let me see
You know what I want

[Chorus]
She sent it to close friends, just for me to see
And she hit my DM (My DM) for some privacy
You’ve been sending me them pictures and them videos (Videos)
And not I can’t wait to get this shit on video
I can’t wait to log in, I can’t wait to dive in
You can’t wait to tell your friends, stay up late till’ I get in
Girl it’s that long overdue and I can’t wait to get to you
Know you feel the tension through
This computer love

Mogli The Iceburg – Devil In My Dm Lyrics

[Verse 1]
‘Bout time that I get up and grab the dreams that I’m chasin’
About time that I man up and stop being so complacent
About time that I live up to being what I’m created to be
(ohh)
The music poppin’ got me feelin’ like the man now
Its funny how dynamics change when you a standout
You wasn’t buddy buddy then look where you at now oh yeah
(ohh)
I went back home, she hit my phone
Its been a minute since my last, I’ve been alone
These loose connections from my past
They change their tone, they change their tone like
(ohh)
I took a peak and saw her workin’ through that Instagram
My brothers say if you don’t need that then delete that fam
I lie to myself when I say that I keep it for my career, yeah

[Hook] (x2)
I think the devil in my DM
Tryin’ to catch me slippin’ from the AM to the PM
(Tryin’ to fight it)
By myself but I know I ain’t got the power
Ooh she prowlin’ like a wolf and I ain’t tryin’ to get devoured

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I think that if it weren’t for my sexual sin
I’d be a really good example of what’s a Christian
You see our culture got some problems
But we’re scared to talk about ’em look
(ohh)
We see some gay people and jump to grab
Our pickets with scorn
Meanwhile within the church
Sex before marriage is still the norm
But half these dudes can’t get it up
Cause they’re addicted to porn, I’m sayin’
(ohh)
I justify a lot of habits when I know that I can’t handle that
See she got some cleavage and I gotta hit that follow back
In back of my mind I know that my mother raised me better
(ohh)
Thinkin’ bout lookin’ in the eyes of my future bride
And spillin’ out my baggage man
I don’t wanna see her cry
This ain’t how its supposed to be
When you waited for you and I
I’m so sorry ugh

[Hook] (x2)
I think the devil in my DM
Tryin’ to catch me slippin’ from the AM to the PM
(Tryin’ to fight it)
By myself but I know I ain’t got the power
Ooh she prowlin’ like a wolf and I ain’t tryin’ to get devoured

[Bridge] (x4)
I think the devil in my DM

[Outro] (x4)
Things come to light from behind closed doors
I’mma fight my fight but you gotta fight yours

Jairzinho – 1 Op 1 Lyrics

[Intro]
Kan ik glijden in je situatie?
Want als ik kijk naar je lijn weet ik zeker dat ik fast ga
Hoe ik met je rijd en niet afsla
Afspraak, schat niet denken dat ik grap maak
Ga je met me mee als ik die stap maak?
Is wat ik me afvraag als ik kijk naar je
Ga je met me mee als ik die andere vrouwen aan de kant laat

[Hook]
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1

[Verse 1]
Zie mami, bad peng tings, sliden in m’n DM
Wil horen van papi, maar ik wil alleen horen van jou
Dus zeg me kan ik vallen in je vibe?
Doe die dingen die je liked
Kan je hitten ook al ben je niet m’n wife
Kunnen matten, daarna facken, net Mr. and Mrs. Right
Shit, ben about die life
Ben ik je piloot, ik kan je zetten op die flight
Is al om te turnen, yeah

[Hook]
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1

[Verse 2]
Oh, jij zorgt dat je uit de buurt blijft van wastemans
Al die dingen die je doet heb je lak aan
Fully blacka, gooi terug voor een roadman
See me pull up on ya [?] pappa
Oh wist niet dat je flext, Tina Turner
Kan ik komen in je endz mami wassup
Je zei dat ik flex, Timmy Turner
Ga je komen in m’n endz, mami wassup

[Hook]
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1

[Bridge]
Je kan het laten vallen, want ik vang jou
Dat wat je doet, het lijkt alsof je tovert
Je kan het laten vallen, want ik vang jou
Dat wat je doet, het lijkt alsof je tovert
Oh mami, murder she wrote
Murder on the dance floor
Murder she wrote
Love, oh

[Hook]
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1
Ik wil dat je mij laat zien
Hoe je de sterren van de hemel danst
Die anderen hebben niets op jou
Ik wil jou
Kunnen wij
1 op 1

HERMOSA Lyrics and Video Song – Aastha Gill, D Soldierz

Oh girl!
Kehnde ne Barcelona ton utri ae tu
Dass mainu!
Nana nana nah, oh baby!
Main Delhi shehar di Senorita hoon
Puch kisi ton vi tu

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa!
Aye, Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Bobby Brown di load ni
I don’t give a damn
Na makeup shakeup laani aa
Jitthe jaawan utthe agg main laani aan

ola ola ola yea yea…

Main bandi badi classy aan
Badi saassy aan
Naale thodi thodi messy aan
Do peg laake shor machaani aan

Ni tu lagdi aan bomb badi girl
Vanilla icecream jaisi yum badi girl
Haaye ni lagdi ae fun badi girl
Come chill mere naal tu ban meri girl oh…

Oh girl,
Suneya main California ton utri ae tu
Is it true?
Na na na na nah, oh baby!
Main Mumbai shehar di Mamacita hoon
Jaayi look te na tu

Taahiyon lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa
Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Hermosa, badi Formosa
Tu kya shehran vich kardi ae shosha
Tu lagdi ae badi Sabrosa
Dekh tere piche ho jaanda locha
Jihde vi tu jaandi
Munde kare follow
Kinne tainu DM ch likhde ni hello

Ho pichhe pichhe aande
Jithhe jitthe I go
Kehnde mere naal ek Selfie kara lo

Mi amor, Mi vida
Aa leke chalun tainu America
Mi amor, Mi vida
Patane ka na mujhe koi tareeka

Oh girl
Gall chaldi kal Havana ton utri ae tu
Saare kehnde kyun?
Nana nana nah, oh baby
Oh baby main shehar Chandigarh di Bonita hoon
Kaahton puchda ae tu

Kyunki lagdi ae Hermosa
Lagdi ae Hermosa
Billo lagdi ae Hermosa

Billo lagdi ae Hermosa!

Guardin – Creature Lyrics

[Chorus]
It’s three o’clock, times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I’m depressed, how to get out
‘Cause I don’t know shit I said, ”f**k it,” and made it work out
I’m a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess)
But for some reason they stay impressed
I’m a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist)
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I’d be here all alone
But I never thought I’d do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own)
Start writing, stop checkin’ on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown)

[Verse]
I’m not stoned, well maybe just a bit
Hard to write a song if you don’t take another hit
Cancel all your plans today, you’re ’bout to write a hit
Probably f**king not, but you won’t know unless you sit
Does the energy around you ever get (Around you ever get)
Inside your cerebellum, tell me everything is shit (Tell me everything is shit)
Sleep away the day again and call it f**king quits (And call it f**king quits)
An easel to present a thought about the way I live (Thought about the way I live)
2017 was the year that I thought I’d kick (Year that I thought I’d kick)
The bucket underneath my feet and slide into the pit (Feet and slide into the pit)
Reach into the sky and said, “The clouds are looking lit” (Said, “The clouds are looking lit”)
But angels never die so I’ma respawn real quick, yeah (Respawn real quick)
Did this kid really name his album after his cat? (After his cat)
Does he smoke a lot and how’s his mom feel ’bout that? (Mom feel ’bout that)
Dude, please check my music out, my shit really slaps (Shit really slaps)
f**k you, dickhead, why won’t you DM me back? (DM me back)
Y’all really wanna work with me, well how about that? (How about that?)
These lines are real DM’s that I’ll never hit back (I’ll never hit back)
I don’t sell features so don’t ask about that (Don’t ask about that)
God, please don’t hit me with another group chat

[Chorus]
It’s three o’clock, times running out
I rather sleep in than write all about
How I’m depressed, how to get out
‘Cause I don’t know shit I said, “f**k it,” and made it work out
I’m a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess)
But for some reason they stay impressed
I’m a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist)
Optimism is something I miss
I kinda knew I’d be here all alone
But I never thought I’d do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own)
Start writing, stop checkin’ on your phone
My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown)

Elujay – Mrs. Jackson Lyrics (feat. Rexx Life Raj)

[Chorus: Elujay]
I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?
Don’t wanna be taxing
Cause you act so cold
You act so cold, why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?

[Verse 1: Elujay]
We gon push it like a four, gee I don’t wanna go
Do a buck fifty, I’m just tryna get you home
She ain’t think a nigga write about her in the song
She gon’ hit a nigga DM when she all alone
She take that percocet and fifth of jack to ease her pain
Your embellishment be telling me about your name
Senorita, probably think that I just run that game
I fantasize about the feeling, sliding in your frame
By far, you the coldest
Cold aesthetic, perfect picture, part it like I’m Moses
I just wanna synchronize the moment and emotion
Hennessey my vice and penny driver in a potion
I be playing a fool girl
Go and tell your nigga that we friends and we cool, girl
I love the way that you do what you do, girl
I got some tendency now get in the mood, yeah

[Chorus: Elujay]
I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?
Don’t wanna be taxing
Cause you act so cold
You act so cold, why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?
Why you act so cold?

[Verse 2: Rexx Life Raj]
Can a nigga swoop or what?
With the henny just to loosen up
Ride around the town with the music up, getting stupid drunk
But pull it over when we’re .09
I swear the legal limit been the only limit of mine
I’m a little too drunk to take you for dinner and wine
But if that’s what you really want, I guess that’ll be fine
I can, simp for the bud one time
Niggas do whatever for a nut onetime
Laugh, out, mother-f**king loud
We can f**k around as long as we don’t f**k around
I’m kinda down for whatever you are
Just give me the word
At times you just wanna talk, you feel like you don’t be heard
I could be Alicia Keys with the diary
Communication is key, oh the irony
I guess, being the baddest bitch could be tiring
You killing them softly and quietly

JayDaYoungan – Dum (Remix) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: JayDaYoungan]
Any these niggas play games, we slaughter
Pop, pop, pop
This nigga, big 23 shit, bitch, oh
Key Guapo

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Verse 1: JayDaYoungan]
Don’t play, I don’t tolerate ho shit
Still with the same guns that we post with
Southside, nigga, I’m on that 4 shit
They be quick to speak on me, don’t know shit
Still fuck with styrofoam, no, I did not quit
Same niggas I stood on the block with
Don’t fuck with him, he on some opp shit
And he can’t come around if he don’t cop shit
Mopstick, hot shit, pull up and drop shit
My young niggas like to go rob shit
Fuck the police ’cause you know they can’t stop shit
Tell them bitches to get up off my dick
Can’t pick up my line ’cause I’m tryna get money
Bitch, don’t say I been actin’ funny
When you get the bag ‘fore me, didn’t call my number
Like bet, where you at? Yeah, I’m comin’
They know how I’m comin’
Every day, to that check, I be runnin’
Fuck on his bitch, put the dick in her stomach
Give her back, you should go get your woman
Came from the bottom, they know who the dumbest
That young nigga shit, damn, I used to have nothin’
But now shit bad when I pull up in public
Shots in my reef, this stick take a hundred

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Who dat, who dat? Opposition never shoot back
Gucci crew neck, Balenciagas, call me two stacks
And your crew fast, niggas know who to shoot at
Pop two X, and I’m slidin’ ’round with two Gats
One FN be shootin’ like two MACs
A lot of bitch niggas really know who to shoot at
Slide up, war time, put your gas up
And that .45 racks up
Drug head and he half fucks
Same niggas that he call his brothers, his squad
Same niggas gon’ line him up
Hunnid thou’ on these diamonds
Fucked his bitch, she was none months
Let a nigga come touch mine
Then he know his time up
Yeah, we gon’ do what we want to
Smoke on the app and the front
Put a hunnid bands on his head, then he gotta move smart
One false move, then he’s dead
Opp hoes all in my DM, act like I don’t see ’em
Ho tryna give me head
A lotta niggas actin’ like they was just gang gang, shit
And they wanna see us dead

[Chorus: JayDaYoungan]
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Do whatever the fuck I want to
You niggas play games, we slump you
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too
Bitch, you say you dumb, I’m dumb too

[Outro: JayDaYoungan]
I’m dumb too
Ayy, ayy
I’m dumb too
Ooh

Chris Brown – Problem with You Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
D.A. got that dope

[Verse 1]
Friday, Saturday, Sunday night
Only girls in the crib if they ’bout that life (Yeah)
Twenty-twenty-five, is the usual
And I’m a young nigga with ’em, livin’ my best life (Oh)
Phone ring, I don’t really think about it (No)
It’s too late to talk about it
If you ain’t tryna get dicked down
That’s fine but

[Chorus]
My only problem with you is
You call me late and never come over
Why you gotta cap?
It’s 3:30
And I’m horny and thirsty
So why-y-y-y
Why you be hittin’ my line up?
Please don’t waste my time (Time)
You’re too damn fine for me not to pick up

[Verse 2]
Two missed calls from a bad bitch
Slide in the DM, I’ma smash it (Yeah)
4 AM, why you playin’ catfish?
You know you ain’t gon’ drive
You’re playin’ with my mind again
A nigga tryna get some head
New gifts from you in my bed
Thinkin’ what I’m ’bout to do with your legs
But I know you ain’t comin’ so my

[Chorus]
My only problem with you is (Only problem is)
You call me late and never come over
Why you gotta cap? (Oh-whoa)
It’s 3:30 (Oh-whoa)
And I’m horny and thirsty
So why-y-y-y
Why you be hittin’ my line up?
Please don’t waste my time (My time)
You’re too damn fine for me not to pick up

[Verse 3]
Don’t know why you play with me
You can really get e-everything
Head to toe, I’ma lick you up and down
Have you ever tried the sex swing? (Ooh)
Next best thing
Don’t text me
If you ain’t talkin’ sex, I won’t listen (Ooh)
I’m too fade, too faded
And you’re playing now

[Chorus]
My only problem with you is (Oh)
You call me late and never come over (Ooh, baby)
Why you gotta cap?
It’s 3:30 (30)
And I’m horny (Horny) and thirsty (Ooh)
So why-y-y-y (Why?)
Why you be hittin’ my line up? (Oh)
Please don’t waste my time (My time)
And you’re too damn fine for me not to pick up

Lil Mosey – Space Coupe Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ooh, oh (My DM, my DM)
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Ooh, ooh, I’m gone, I’m on
Damn, we on, fuck it, you come on
I’m gone, I’m on
Damn, we on, fuck it, you come on
Ayy Royce, you did it right here!

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

[Verse 1: Matt OX]
Big diamond rocks on my chain, watch it blink too (Watch it blink too)
I’ll make it sing just like oooh (just like oooh)
Just see the jewelry then my main two
Yeah they cool but I might just leave my whole room
‘Cause I realized what the chains do (what the chains do)
And I realized what that bank do (what that bank do)
Then I realized what the fakes do (what the fakes do)
I can’t give you one song ’cause I know you will take two

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this, so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I woke up, a hundred bands this morning (bands)
I just fucked your bitch, that’s a morning (lil’ bitch)
Shoot a nigga down, yeah (boom boom)
Know we scorin’
That’s that nigga (gang)
That we pourin’
Oooh I’m gone, I’m on
Damn we on (damn), fuck it you come on
Shoot you, then we gone (boom boom)
We get it on
Diamonds flashin’, yeah
Patek, got it on (patek)

[Chorus: Lil Mosey]
I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
They said all I want is this so can I see them?
Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
I want everything around me every weekend
She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

Lil Durk – Don’t Talk To Me (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah
Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Seven hundred for the Vetements, I’m a boss, not a gentleman
All my hoes intelligent, can’t set me up, Tori Brixx
I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
Look at my world, let’s get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin’ spree, I overdo it, yeah
Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
I don’t talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I’m with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe’ll kill you

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t get enough of it (Can’t get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don’t never leave (Hope you don’t never leave)
I’m movin’ like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
D&G but I’ve been a king (I’ve been a king), family, you can’t get between (You can’t get between)
Don’t you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin’ by any means (By any means)
Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain’t leavin’ no evidence (No evidence)
Slimy life, I’m not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
Can’t deny, that’s just what it is (Yeah), I’ma take care my brother’s kids (My brother’s kids)
Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I’m pissed off
Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
I just been runnin’ the dough up, early the money, no hold up
Codeine my cup, ain’t no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin’ the rock up
He say he gon’ pull up, he don’t want no drama, mobbin’ with them shooters
Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
Should’ve never been around here in the first place
These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
I’m on top right now, gettin’ top from a thot, can’t talk right now

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

Juice WRLD – London Tipton Lyrics

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Damn hoe, damn hoe
You ain’t no fair
Fast life, fast life, no slow here
Got a Columbian plug, she a coke head
Told her come and ride dick like Moped
Take off, then she take her shirt off
Start the car, then skrt off
Then she take her skirt off
I love poppin’ pills, mix it with the Smirnoff
Told me when I get too high and throw up, that’s a turn off
Light my demons on fire and pray to god they burn off
I ain’t birdman baby, but I’m still Stunna
Drip or Drown with the sauce, like my name Gunna
I like percocets way more than Marijuanna

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

[Verse: Doobie Dalil]
Get it how you live then, fuck my enemies
I just put a pyramid, in my Hennessey
I’m in the streets, and if she got an ass I’m prolly in her cheeks
She like “I gave Doobie some pussy, he don’t remember me” I never do
Slidin’ in my DM, who the hell is you
Vibin in this bitch, I’m smokin stank and eatin’ edibles
Fuck it if it do not benefit, or bring us revenue
50 on my glizzy, one up top how I prepare to shoot
Gang bitch, run off on the plug, it’s the gang shit
It’s like I don’t even wipe my ass, how I stain shit
Fuck her rough, choke her while I slam it like I’m camb, bitch
And I swear I don’t [?] my dick inside the same bitch

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

T-Pain – Boo’d Up (T-Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain]
This shit been overdue
I’m still not over you, oh
This shit been overdue
It’s a T-Mix, baby

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
They be like, “How many songs can you make about a booty?”
Like a thousand, ooh girl, you gon’ learn today, come get this poundin’
I’m not finished, I’ma hit it in the shower
So get that thang tooted, booted, ready to get into it
I’m out here, babe
You fuck with lame-o’s (you fuck with lame-o’s)
They just copy me (they copy), they work at Kinko’s (they work at Kinko’s)
Tell your big friend come give me them cankles (gimme the booty)
Tell her her eyes and her legs gon’ be in back of her head
Now, I can’t even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
Say you got a man, that don’t even look right
But I know you be creepin’, girl, I see you tonight (yeah)
Just give me 30 minutes, baby, I’ll be on the way (I’m on the way)
To keep that pussy on display (yeah)
You think I’m gettin’ boo’d up, baby, oh no, not today (not today)
I’m ’bout to bust it out the frame (woah)
Dick dancin’ everywhere, I do the Balls Johnson (yeah)
Dick you down, take you ’round, got you mall hoppin’ (yeah)
You been ballin’, baby, this ain’t even called shoppin’ (yeah)
Money get you wet, diamonds get your drawers droppin’

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
Ooh, boo, boo
You remind me of my ’62, I see them subwoofers jumpin’
Between them thighs like shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (BlocBoy)
Shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (yeah)
Ooh
Wouldn’t mind gettin’ all up in you
Girl, I’m ’bout to have you runnin’
I ain’t speakin’ nothin’ but the truth
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I like the way you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom toot up
I like the way you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom
I just wanna see you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom toot up
Make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom, I just wanna see you

[Verse 2: Ella Mai]
Yeah, feelings, so deep in my feelings
No, this ain’t really like me
Can’t control my anxiety
Feeling, like I’m touching the ceiling
When I’m with you I can’t breathe
Boy you do something to me

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
Oh how, how many ways can I say that I need you, baby, it’s true
I think I might die without you
Feeling all over my body
You know how I like it
Ain’t gotta tell you what to do, yeah yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 4: Ella Mai]
Head over heels in love
Right in front of you, ain’t gotta look no more baby (hah)
I wanna build this love
And everything you want, you ain’t gotta ask for
You got me boo’d up, boo’d up
Boo’d up, boo’d up
Told you from the jump I’m the one to choose
Ya got me boo’d up, boo’d up
Boo’d up, boo’d up
Grab me by the waist baby, pull me closer

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Outro: Ella Mai]
This is such a crazy feeling, like
I don’t want to get too attached, but
I feel like I already am
My mind’s telling me one thing, but
I guess I should listen to my heart
Right?

Wiz Khalifa – Gin & Drugs Lyrics

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club
About three of them, dawg I’m not kiddin’
When I tell you if you came with your bitch
Then it’s the end of my car, push-start the engine
Let’s start from the beginning
With a young nigga from the ‘Burgh
Smokin’ weed, gettin’ money, fuck what you heard
Know they hate ’cause I’m flyer than I ever been
High off a medicine
Bitch bad, her ass fat, I’ll probably let her in
Ball so fuckin’ hard I need a letterman
Know a couple niggas that I’m better than
Pussy, I don’t sweat it or the money ’cause I get it
Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it
Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

[Verse 2: Problem]
Baby it’s fuck day, who wanna bang?
Even though I had some, right ‘fore I came
It’s lit though!
Girl you ain’t fuckin’ what you here for?
Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready
Wiz brought another jar with him
Gin and drugs got me feelin’ like a car hit him
‘Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM
Didn’t have a rubber so she got to feel this skin
Money stacks stack high, bruh this don’t bend
What’s up with your friend? Biatch!
Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah
Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him
Married to the money, let the rice hit him

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

Saweetie – 23 lyrics

[Chorus]
Oochie wally bang bang, come and be my main thing
Know I cut you off but since then you been on my damn brain
Ooh I cannot help it, how you feelin’? let me know man
You said you feel the same, well shit what’s good, I’m tryna do things

[Interlude]
Hahaha, uh
Nah but for real, what’s up with you, um

[Verse 1]
Remember when you saw me on a Sunday in November?
We was ridin’ through Ventura, windows tinted, playin’ Jorja
Man the weather felt like summer, that’s the fall in California
We was vibin’, sharin’ music taste, goddamn I miss your aura
Did a hundred on that 101, your foreign got that kick
Ridin’ in the shotgun, blowin’ shotguns to your lips
You took a puff then leaned in for your girl to give you kiss
You could’ve crashed your whip, man we done did some crazy shit
Ooh you ease my mind, ooh we had that vibe
We click like two old friends, yeah it’s some shit I can’t describe
I do music, you in acting, so we keep that low profile
Private and lowkey, you know that is my type of style

[Chorus]
Oochie wally bang bang, come and be my main thing
Know I cut you off but since then you been on my damn brain
Ooh I cannot help it, how you feelin’? let me know man
You said you feel the same, well shit what’s good, I’m tryna do things
Oochie wally bang bang, come and be my main thing
Know I cut you off but since then you been on my damn brain
Ooh I cannot help it, how you feelin’? let me know man
You said you feel the same, well shit what’s good, I’m tryna do things

[Verse 2]
Remember when I went missing for two weeks without notice?
I was dealing with some shit I had to figure out and focus
Yeah you hit me several times, you had no pride and seized the moment
Then you slid in my DM’s, I knew right then I had you open
By the time we spoke again you felt some way, I peeped your vibe
Yet you still forgave your girl, you understood, ooh you my type
I said that shit not cool, looked in your eyes, apologized
But sometimes life get crazy and I don’t prioritize
Then you pulled up to my crib, a different whip and I hopped in
Said you wanna know what’s up and still confused ’bout what happened
Damn you still on that old topic? why is that you still trippin’?
Then we made up, found an empty street, and lowkey got it in

[Chorus]
Oochie wally bang bang, come and be my main thing
Know I cut you off but since then you been on my damn brain
Ooh I cannot help it, how you feelin’? let me know man
You said you feel the same, well shit what’s good, I’m tryna do things
Oochie wally bang bang, come and be my main thing
Know I cut you off but since then you been on my damn brain
Ooh I cannot help it, how you feelin’? let me know man
You said you feel the same, well shit what’s good, I’m tryna do things

Marc E. Bassy – HALL OF FAME Lyrics

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

[Bridge]
That last for ever
But what about right now
Girl you’re my treasure
Let me show you how

[Verse 1]
I got six figures, [?] wit you
Get seven figures, [?]
You old dude, that’s a midget wit you
But you always let me hit it denture
Yeah you never turn me down
Yeah I gotta give you the crown, oh-yeah
Them other girls, I couldn’t feel
Nothing, I was cold inside
You a first person golden eye
You the last one, up on the [?]
I’m charged up, I’m in overdrive
But this love song I just [heard it right?]
Thought I never would say this

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

Migos – Higher We Go (Intro) lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the-

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put these racks in your face
In your face, show you that you lame
I’ma stash these M’s at my place
In my place, but no I’m not the bank
I’ma pull that coupe out to race
Who wanna race? We livin’ that fast pace
I’ma pull these hoes, I don’t chase
Hit these hoes, get ’em right out my face
I’ma pull the strap close case
Hit a nigga hard, send him dat way
I’ma put the gang on your plate (gimme the plate, ayy)
You can’t eat on my plate (no eatin’)
Mount it up like the horse on Raris (yeah, skrrt, ayy)
Beat that pot like Ortiz, yeah (beat it)
Two feet runnin’ from the feds (yeah, 12)
All these niggas lookin’ like they scared (yeah, pussy)
Lock a fuck nigga like these dreads (yeah, pop ’em)
Pick a nigga off for that bread (yeah, hey)
We can go there if you want to (where)
I’ll come down if you want to (down)
Load up the rounds if you want to (rounds)
Hop out, see what you gon’ do (yeah)
We can go there if you want to (there)
I’ll come down if you want to (down)
Load up on the rounds if you want to (rounds)
Hop out, gotta see what you gon’ do (hey)
We don’t play with dem lil’ boys out here, naw, naw, naw (don’t play)
Big boy bosses all in my seminar (bosses)
Big boy Wraith had them bitches seein’ stars stars (Wraith)
Stock me out, I don’t need no rims on cars (hey, hey)
It’s okay (okay)
Icing, Icing glaze (icin’ glaze)
I don’t take breaks
Shit, I’m ’bout to go blaze? (‘Bout to go blaze)
What’s yo’ page? (Woo)
Slide in the DM like snakes (slide, slide)
The coupe got blaze (coupe)
The coupe got wings with blaze (skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (culture)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (ha)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The higher you go (go), went through the most (most)
We get to fly, you float (float)
No Malone, but I post (Malone)
Migos, you know we the goats (goat)
Bag of bread, call it loaf (loaf)
I shoot at that boy, then reload
Walk in the trap in the soul (walk)
Come to my jeweler, get froze (ice)
Snatch your soul
Come to the north, then we snatch your gold (snatch)
I had to set up the plug the other day
What he was taxin’ for? (for what?)
I do it for culture
Bigger than Oprah, Mayweather 50-0, culture

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (yeah)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (high, high, high)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (high, high, high)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo, ha)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset!)
150 a choker (choker)
Flooded my wrist, it’s soakin’ (flooded)
Split up the waters like Moses (split)
I done put furs on the loafers (fur)
Rolls Royce nightmare, I’m a ghost (Rolls Royce)
Let’s have a codeine toast
Niggas ain’t gettin’ no stain on me
No drip, don’t trip, my gang with me (don’t trip)
Come to the bando, stop playin’ with me (bando)
Got bricks on bricks, it’s rainin’ kis (bricks)
Niggas can’t hang with me
Lay ’em in the dirt, they restrain from me (dust)
Bust down the plain Philippe (bust)
She bought me a Wraith, unique (Wraith)
You thots want to fuck, they in heat (thot)
A million, I bring home a week (M and M)
She a lil’ beast (beast)
Fuck around lookin’ for the keys (smash)
Got the trap disease (trap)
Please keep the cap from me (cap)
Count up the rack, proceed (rack)
First, see what I got and then leave (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (yeah)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (hey, hey, hey)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (culture)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo, woo, ha)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

NAV – Wanted You lyrics

(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Girl]
Where you at?
At my house
Let me see that ass
What you say?
I said “let me see that ass”
That ass
Oh, you on some naked shit
Hahaha
I’m on my way
Stop lyin’
I’m on my way, bye

[Verse 1: NAV]
I’m ashamed of all the things that I was doing for you
Should’ve known that all these girls the same and they ain’t loyal
She a freak, took her to Nobu, on a beach (yeah)
Just to eat, Louboutins all on her feet (yeah)
Where you get the money for them shoes, girl?
You hit me on my DM like a fangirl (whoa, whoa)
Did you want me or did you want these bands, girl? (whoa, whoa)
Now I know you just another Instagram girl (whoa, whoa)
She almost made me think that all she want is me (yeah)
I hit the club and she the first one that I see
Said that she there cause she know promoters in the club (yeah)
Come to find out that my homeboy hit her up (whoa, whoa, whoa)

[Hook: NAV]
All this ice, I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
Fuck her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
No, no, no, no, I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
No, no, no, no, I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
Man, I swear these girls are see-through (translucent)
Stevie Wonder, I can’t see you (can’t do this)
She so hurt, I’m so irked, she get on my nerve (what?)
My head hurt, matter fact, kick her to the curb (bye-bye)
Found out that she with him, like this verse, get murked (huh?)
My chopper, eagle dispersed, yeah, probably die before it hurt, aye
Cartier lens, I’m on lurk, uh, twenty-thousand for a fur, ooh (yeah)
What would she do for a purse? (huh?) She said she’ll give me a Perc’ (thirty)
My new bitch better, so I cannot sweat her, don’t talk to that girl, that’s a curve (now what)
Speakin’ of sweater, my neck is so frozen it looking just like an iceberg

[Hook: NAV]
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
Fuck her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & NAV (both)]
Uzi they, used to make, fun of you (dress it up)
Yeah, all my hundreds blue
Whoa, little bitch, I’m done with you (I’m done with you)
Hit it from the back while Uzi stand in front of you (yeah)
23, but I had her when I was 22 (what?)
I can’t wife that girl, she fucked like twenty dudes (brown boy)
You can’t get a kiss, can’t get caught tounging you (Lil Uzi)
I got lots of girls, no, there ain’t just one of you (that true)
Off-White on my Prestos, all these girls I’m running through (I’m running through it)
I can’t text her back, these Franklins what I’m thumbing through (blue hunnos)
Fuck a finger in that bitch, I use a thumb or two (yeah)
Made her number one and you ain’t even number two

[Hook: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters (skrrt, skrrt)
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
Fuck her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

Comethazine – DEMI lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

[Verse: Comethazine]
Take off your top, take off your socks
I know you not a slut bitch I know you not a thot
Bitch I like that
Let me hit it from the back
Let me take off my pants
Let me put away my strauss
Bitch don’t be scared cuz you know I got your back
Let me take you out, let’s go buy a house
Let’s go fuck some bands up
Blow a hunnid thousand
Yes bitch I’m rich, I know you rich too
I don’t give a fuck about your man he a duff
Baby lets duck off
Lets go smoke some buff
Lets go hit the stu
I know you like to sing
You gon be my bitch if I buy your access ring
Check your DM hoe, why the fuck you playin
I hit you everyday, but your ass ain’t seeing
But your ass will and when you do it sober
Imma get your fucking name tatted on my shoulder
I just signed a deal
My wrist got colder
I just wanna fuck Demi Lovato when I’m older

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingyI just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

Post Malone – Same Bitches (feat. G-Eazy & YG) lyrics

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I been in L.A. too long
I see the same bitches everywhere I go
It don’t really matter where they from
Acting or model, heard it all before
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
I hit your DM baby
Took the screenshot, yeah, you tried to play me
I bet this shit was good for your reputation
I just let it go so I could see you naked
Holy moly, look what you roll in
Million followers but your bumpers broken
What’s your focus?
Tell me what your goal is
I know you only like me ’cause I just spent a hundred bands in one night
Spent a hundred bands in one night
I know you wanna live this life
But I can’t make a ho a housewife (ohh, no)
What’s your name? Who’s your daddy?
Is he rich like me? Is he rich like me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Post Malone & G-Eazy]
I been in L.A. too long
I see the same bitches everywhere I go
It don’t really matter where they from
Acting or model, heard it all before
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (Gerald)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Everywhere I go I see the same ho
Always post selfies on the ‘Gram from a angle, a Catfish
Hollywood devil, not a angel
Her bag is Chanel, but she drive a Durango
Yeah, and I’m gettin’ to the queso
Woke and I’m hip to the game so I’m thankful
OGs put me on to a song lace bro
Real recognizin’ that you don’t speak the lingo
Clothes all new, not a wrinkle
Giving you the game with the game, gettin’ sprinkled
Bottles on deck in my drink fool
And I turn to a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a pitbull
This life did to me, I can’t switch back
If I take her then you’ll never get your bitch back (yeah)
The beat knockin’, yeah this shit cloud
Welcome to the west where people gettin’ rich at (ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone, G-Eazy, and YG]
I been in L.A. too long (G)
I see the same bitches everywhere I go (It’s Eazy, you know?)
It don’t really matter where they from (yee, yee, yee)
Acting or model, heard it all before (ayy)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (west side nigga)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (hol’ up, let me talk my shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: YG]
I been in L.A. too long
Me and my bros hit the same hoes
L.A., Hollywood, that’s some Valley hoes
Do I know how to fuck, they all know
Ye, yeah, fuck it, go down baby
I’m with the program baby
Ridin’ through the streets, you with the hometown baby
I’m tryna do it for the brother like Motown baby
She fucked the L.A. Laker for the record
She fucked a Dodger baseball player for the record
Fucked the head of my record label (ooh)
How you think she been so stable?
Ah damn, ah damn, but she down to fuck
Designer everything, Benz Truck
Pullin’ up with you friend, tell me who she is
Oh, never mind, my friend fucked

[Outro: Post Malone & YG]
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (haha, never mind my friend fucked)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch?
(haha, never mind my friend fucked)
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (I see the same bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Population four million, how I see the same bitch? (I see the same bitch)

Sammie – Expiration Date

[Guitar] Xeryus
[Verse 1]
Girl, you’re so far gone, I know you meant it
You cut all your hair off, yeah these days you’re lookin’ different
You switched up your number ’cause I had to use the DM
I was dialin’ the old one from AM, noon, to PM, shit
So your mama know we broke up
I see you blocked me, baby, grow up
Don’t shut me out, baby girl, hold up
I know that you heard all this before
I never thought I’d see the day when you ignore me

[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
She finds the strength to up and leave
And she wakes up and finally sees
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy

[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You’ve reached your expiration date

[Verse 2]
Let me guess, I bet you’re all in your group text
Textin’ your girls how I’m a dog now
And I bet they’re goin’ in
You keep on listenin’ to your friends
Although they’re single and they’re played out
You’re prolly goin’ out tonight
You’re prolly gettin’ dressed up right now
You’re prolly gettin’ drunk tonight
You’re plottin’ how you’re gon’ get me back somehow
Oh, baby, I know
How tables turn, yeah, I know
You live and learn, yeah, I know
I know

[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
She finds the strength to up and leave
And she wakes up and finally sees
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy

[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You’ve reached your expiration date
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh, oh
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh
I’m sorry