Roddy Ricch – Sak Passe Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ha (CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, uh, hey, hey
I feed the streets
I feed the streets, yeah
I feed the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Joey Trife)

[Chorus]
We fed the streets, I had to flood it
Patek Phillipe, I wanna bus’ it
She f**k with me just ’cause I can buy that luggage
And now they recognize me when I’m out in public
Them Haitians f**k with me so they say “sak pase”
I’m in the Benz but I can’t wait to cop that Wraith
I came from nothing, nigga, I cannot be fake
I was hungry now try kitchen make my plate, aye

[Verse 1]
Go get a bag, lil’ nigga
Pop a couple tags, lil’ nigga
Hop out that Jag, lil’ nigga
f**k around and do the dash, lil’ nigga
I remember I was broke
I remember I was starving
We was selling that dope
Bagging front of them apartments

[Chorus]
We fed the streets, I had to flood it
Patek Phillipe, I wanna bus’ it
She f**k with me just ’cause I can buy that luggage
And now they recognize me when I’m out in public
Them Haitians f**k with me so they say “sak pase”
I’m in the Benz but I can’t wait to cop that Wraith
I came from nothing, nigga, I cannot be fake
I was hungry now try kitchen make my plate, aye

[Verse 2]
Lil’ shorty make it a theme song
She wanna f**k with my jeans on
Play with them ball like ping pong
Bust in her jaw I ain’t even know
I wanna f**k with my niggas
Then take my niggas to the top of the world
All my niggas foreign, when we pull up, skrrt
Light skin with a nice body looking like Nia Long
Private head with the private pussy looking like FlySavion
Rich sex, having rich sex on the nights we alone
Thing glowing in the mirror looking like a ice cream cone

[Chorus]
We fed the streets, I had to flood it
Patek Phillipe, I wanna bus’ it
She f**k with me just ’cause I can buy that luggage
And now they recognize me when I’m out in public
Them Haitians f**k with me so they say “sak pase”
I’m in the Benz but I can’t wait to cop that Wraith
I came from nothing, nigga, I cannot be fake
I was hungry now try kitchen make my plate, aye

Elujay – Ebmud Lyrics (feat. Just Rese)

[Verse 1: Elujay]
Feel these tendencies, tend to think that you lack the key
Perceive your hidden agenda, don’t feel the energy
Hennessey be the only vice for my fallacies
I need some levers for all the weight that I’m balancing (Onetime!)
Take your two cents with a grain of salt
I’m praying on your fall, I’m hoping that she take that call
Instead of curving me virtually, I be in those draws
The focal point of impression was based upon the flaws
She a smart one, f**k her, f**k her
Lie and say I love her
Her intent was intelligent conversation
Instead we let these hormones loose inside of mamma’s basement
I think about that mm-mm-mm, and how I got you naked
I need that 90’s love, Will Smith and Nia Long
Passion genuine, pushing it past the pendulum
I’m punctual, but nigga time is invincible
Praying upon a ritual, put your feet in my tennis shoes

[Verse 2: Justrese]
You’re unproductive, you lack solutions, your contributions
Basis is on confusion that they here to help
Moving images, TV muted, amusing musings and moving music
Should likely lead you to power of self
We pay Ebmud, to shower and wealth
PG&E for my energy, in sour and health
I’m balanced, that counts
We put effort in doing better, and glad that it counts
They say niggas don’t count
Can tell you how many grams in an ounce
Momma used to say, don’t you curse in this house
Better get to work in this house
Tighten your belt, say ‘yes, ma’am’ and tuck your shirt in this house
Cause grease and smoke in the air might suffocate and choke in this house
Dream of going somewhere, sometimes feel there’s nowhere worse than this house
And so a nigga breathe
I tend to see my tendency to leave, and propensity towards these whips and jingling keys
Can’t care for pretty things, and many things, if anything
But that could change for almighty sets and my bended knees

NAV – Go To Hell Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No question, ima ride out for my bros
The money turned me to a savage on these hoes
I don’t need nobody, I could do this on my own
Fuck everybody, born alone and die alone
I got a cougar bitch and we get along
‘Cause my cougar bitch look like Nia Long
You can tell I’m gettin’ money ’bout what I got on
Supreme, Gucci, Louis, Fendi and some Saint-Laurent
No windows in the studio, don’t wanna see the sun
You know I’m killin’ shit on every beat I’m on
I might fall asleep and crash my car, I’m drivin’ home
30 milligrams, I’m focused, you can’t take me out my zone

[Chorus]
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
He’s got a check, they say I’m crazy ’cause I’m sharin’ all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don’t care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell

[Verse 2]
You were always fake, you’ve been a phony, you was never real
I don’t want your love because I know it isn’t real
Please don’t try to hug ’cause me I don’t like how it feels
I was runnin’ out of patience, runnin’ out of pills
XO wanna sign me, ima sign a fuckin’ deal
They didn’t wanna let me in the club last year
Now it’s 30k every time I appear
I see a real one when I look inside the mirror
Had to face my demons, had to face all of my fears
They love a brown boy, that’s with the shits, the shit is rare
My shooter unpredictable, still gotta keep him near
We aimin’ for his head, won’t waste it in the air

[Chorus]
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
He’s got a check, they say I’m crazy ’cause I’m sharin’ all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don’t care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell

Mochi – Kid INk lyrics

Lyrics Kid Ink – Mochi

What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these b*tches really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks.(mochi)

Oh, what you lookin’ at me for?
Blowin’ on this C4
Bust a swisher like a freak hoe
Just leveled up with my cheat code
Ball hard on my leash
Dog niggas off leashes
Champagne gotta leave
Just tell me jump and I’ll leap it
It’s karaoke, lip synchin’
After that she Listerinin’
They just gave me a check tonight
I can handle any misdemeanor
Knock, knock, f*ck your subpoena
Pourin’ up, no Cold Medina
Cold niggas, flow fever
Turn a 911 to a 4 seater.

I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lies and I’m a livin’ legend.

What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these b*tches really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock versuri-lyrics.info
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks.

You know a nigga stay blunted, blunted
And the city tatted on my stomach, dummies
Said soon as niggas start actin’ funny
Throw two’s up, Bugs Bunny Bunny
Girl, choose up and throw that cunty cunty
I ain’t even seen that s**t comin’
A*s out like a plumber, plumber
Drop down and make that s**t plummet
Pay me somethin’ or just leave me alone
Money gettin’ real Nia Long
Ever since s**t start goin’ right
I got a real hard time bein’ wrong
Niggas say they got a major key
Still ain’t even got a key to home
Homies keep on tellin’ me to stop
Playin’ with ’em, I’ma keep it goin’.

I’ll hold it down for my niggas
Give ’em a pound and we twistin’
Snakes in the grass, hear ’em hissin’
They livin’ lies and I’m a livin’ legend.

What you really, really want from me?
Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me
Why they always tryna come for me?
Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin
What these b*tches really want from me?
We been here spendin’ lunch money
Gon head, drop it down for me
And I’ma drum it, drum it, drum it, drum it
Streets on lock
Keys on drop
I share that piece of pie
But please don’t drop (Run)
Streets so cold
N!gga might need my coat
Walk in like fee fi foe
I don’t even see my folks.

What these niggas really wan’t from me
Aightttt.(mochi)
Kid Ink lyrics
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DJ Drama – Wishing lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Haha, back at it
Baby, I’mma make a wish and I want you to make one
Nah, don’t tell me yet, we can talk ’bout that later
DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I ain’t like them other niggas, you see that I’m different
I creep on the late night, I stay on a mission
Got all types of different bitches
Pussy wet and dripping, I been like sipping
I eat the pussy with precision
6 rings, Jordan, Pippen
I do gymnastics with a brick and flip it
Money to the ceiling, no I ain’t tripping
No conversation
These niggas bitches be texting and sending emojis
But no I don’t say shit
He try to hang with the homies but tell on the gang
Boy you a straight bitch
And now your girl coming over give me that booty
Know it’s amazing
Loving these bitches, got into trouble with bitches
Can’t fuck with these bitches
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into shit cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just fuck in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga

[Verse 2: LyQuin]
I know you got niggas, why you wanna be mines?
On your tippy toes when I hit her from behind
Oh my God, shawty I ain’t even lying
What you know ’bout me, ’bout me
Playing with the D girl, will have you in the zone
Make a movie how you climaxing in my phone
Got that Nia Long, now you gotta a Love Jones for me
Now you after that, ride on this dick ’til you crash in that
Flipping and turning you up in the air like a acrobat
Turn on the camera, this movie we making is action packed
Safe sex is great sex, it’s a wrap, Quin

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into shit cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just fuck in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga

[Verse 3: Skeme]
Pull up on me and my shawty
I show you I fuck with you strong
I’m on that 12 Play, and promise you baby
I don’t see nothin’ wrong
With you pulling up to the house
And me fucking you on this couch
I got long paper, ain’t got no neighbors
So no one gon’ hear when you shout
Baby just come through for me tonight
You the best, promise you I’m with the shits
I ain’t got too much to do, ain’t got nothing to do
Ain’t got nothing ‘cept you on the list
Baby I know all your spots
So say is you with it or not?
Cause once I fuck you like I wanna fuck you girl
You gon’ wanna tie up the knot, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into shit cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just fuck in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your nigga, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’mma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your nigga

[Outro: Chris Brown & DJ Drama]
Wishing that I was your nigga
Wishing that I was your nigga
Oh, oh, wish I was yours
Haha, wishing that I was your nigga
Breezy holla at me