PARTYNEXTDOOR – SAVAGE ANTHEM Lyrics

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[Intro]
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t wait on my love
Don’t hold your breath
Don’t wait on my love

[Verse 1]
Don’t wait on my reply to your text
Don’t wait on my nut from your sex
Don’t trust me to capture the moment
Forgive me, it just was a moment
Don’t lay up, I’d rather not stand out
I heard number two is your man now
Don’t mind me bein’ number two now
I’ma man up, ain’t no man down
You see I don’t give no fucks now
Is it somethin’ we discussed now?
That shit got you in disgust now
‘Cause I’d rather we just fuck now

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold it, oh)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on my love, oh, no)
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold it, no)
Don’t wait on my love (Oh, don’t wait on my love, love)

[Verse 2]
I put the dirt into dirt bag
Still got your jacket in my bag
I stood you up, that was my bad
Gave me your heart, watch me break that
Many different bitches in the coupe
This is how low that a mack stoop
Me bein’ faithful’s the issue
Tryna clean up ’cause you comin’ soon
I broke her off in the livin’ room
There is a smell in the livin’ room
Know that’s fucked up, that’s what pimpin’ do
Ooh, know that’s fucked up, that’s what pimpin’ do, woah

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold your breath, no, no)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on it, don’t wait on it, woah)
Don’t hold your breath (You must suffocate, yeah)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on my love, don’t wait on my love, oh)

[Verse 3]
Wash my dick off before I get home
Maison Margiela on me, though
I’m the opposite of hero
The opposite of your hero
The make up, the breakup was see-through
The way I did you was illegal
Your girl was right, yeah, she called it
You should believe in your people
Talked to you then went to the strip club
VIP, I got my dick sucked
Came back to you and I kissed ya
That led to fucking on the tour bus
Packed up and went back to Oakland
Finally, it’s out in the open
I gave you the hope, you did the hopin’

[Chorus]
Don’t hold your breath (Don’t hold your breath, don’t hold your breath, woo)
Don’t wait on my love (Don’t wait on me, I’ll let you down, I’ll let you down, yeah)
Don’t hold your breath (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Don’t wait on my love (I ain’t shit, you gotta know now, I ain’t shit, you gotta know)

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey

Yt Triz – Bowling Ball Lyrics

[Intro:]
Dysfunctional
Running like a motherf**ker man God damn

[Chorus:]
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball

[Verse 1:]
Young nigga pulling up on the scene
Quoting and fill up promethazine
Forty and fill up the magazine
Cooking that shit like some butter beans
Rolling that just like a butterball
Young nigga pull up like football y’all
Miley and crystal all in my drawl
They done arrive don’t know who to call

[Chorus:]
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball

[Verse 2:]
Young nigga rolling all in your business
VIP sex and they feeling crisp
All of these drumming are full of shit
Young nigga smoking like company
Young nigga got your bitch texting me
Saying she feeling like sesame
You smelling like referee
Fool you don’t know my pedigree

[Chorus:]
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball

[Verse 3:]
Y’all nigga rolling like ping pong
Y’all nigga pull up like ding dong
Looking like pucker from Hong King
Getting all lit like Medusa
Get that bitch her retribution
Niggas punked Ashton Kutcher
I smoking all that good shit
I’m rolling all over her pussy

[Chorus:]
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball

[Chorus:]
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball

[Chorus:]
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball
Young nigga rolling all over y’all
Young nigga rolling like bowling ball

Kida Kudz – Bounce Lyrics (feat. Wiley)

[Intro: Kida Kudz]
Jigga
Jigga boys
Nasty
Yeah, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do (Uh-huh)
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 1: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that I do
Orobo cannot do
Them jiggas ain’t fly like I do
They ain’t getting to the bag like I do
Bubble, bubble
You nuh we seh pattern when we link up, yeah, yeah
No trouble, trouble
When you see me at the bar to make a drink up yah-hi
Every single girl wanna move
Baby girl, say she in love with the crew
I can never lie, I’m in love with you too
If I was a girl, I’ll be loving me too
Yeah-eh

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 2: Wiley]
Every likkle style that we buss
They wanna try copy us
I don’t wanna another one of fuss
But they tried to leave man across
Top shelf vibe, it’s a must
Don’t get left behind in my dust
Said the only way we climbing is up
We don’t wanna mess nuttin’ up
The style that we bust, runaway ting
When I get a crep, every colourway ting
We ain’t out ‘ere living off the other days win
We just keep it pushing, all my brothers, they’re kings

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 3: Kida Kudz]
And the only way is up
And your gyallie really wanna gimme top
Pull up in a fast car, you know it’s a drop
Playboi Carti, all my jiggas Milly rock
RIP to my niggas I done lost
VIP when we pull up to the spot
We don’t show ID when we pull up in a club
A$AP Rocky, Hallelujah, Praise the Lord

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

G Herbo – By Any Means Lyrics (feat. 21 Savage)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Uh, I used to be trippin’ like a motherf**ker, uh
That’s ’cause I ain’t listen to a motherf**ker
Used to take a Crush and pour a six up in that motherf**ker
Ran it up and now I’m richer than a motherf**ker
And I’m glistenin’ like a motherf**ker (Motherf**ker)
I say f**k ’em all, ’cause they don’t got no love for us (They don’t got no love for us)
We way up top, I don’t see nobody but God above us (Uh)
Get so high, I feel like I’m in the stars
Matter fact, pull a Wraith out the garage
I just might f**k around, buy eight cars
Know it’s gon’ only be one I’ma drive
I’m the one who made me everything I’ma be
Chose my road like the Wizard of Oz
Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God
Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God
This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that’s word to Yah
Love all my fans, and that’s word to y’all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’ ’til somethin’ tell me, “Herb, just ball”
Ten thousand ones in the VIP, watch it fall
Ain’t gon’ see only me shine, watch us all
No, I ain’t here all the time, but they still show me love
So this bitch on my hip, watch your dawg
Ain’t with that drunk shit, we ain’t come to brawl
Aww, you know lil’ bro lettin’ it off
Really it took me to stop him to keep him from droppin’ you
Should’ve just let him get off
Bitch, I go hard in the paint, but I still’ll pop out, start shootin’, I’m Steph and Gasol
They tryna copy my swag but they can’t keep up, they just gettin’ what’s left of the sauce
They like, “Damn, Swervo, what the f**k? Why you keep switchin’ up?”
Ayy, I’m the king ’round this bitch, listen up (Listen up)
And it cost nothin’ to get you hit up (Hit up)
Get a nigga crib lit up (Up)
Walk up, hit his rib and up (Up)
Two to the head, he shakin’, he checkin’, they want you to live, get up
That’s the shit I live, it’s nuts (It’s nuts)
I’m alive ’cause I don’t give a f**k (f**k)
You tryna slide, it’s nothin’
I seen homicide, it’s nothin’, they said they outside, he stuntin’
It’s 4:30 somethin’, he on Live, but bitch, we been ridin’ since one
And we gon’ ride as one, we all goin’ down as one
Got three thirty clips, that’s a hundred
Cops had me, I ain’t say nothin’
Told ’em to suck it, f**k ’em
Still in this shit, I ain’t duckin’
Worth too many millions
Foenem say get from around here, you trippin’, you buggin’
I’m just so used to thuggin’
Grip in this bitch, I’ma buck ’em
Up with the ball, I’ma truck ’em
I gotta ball like the Rucker
Game on the line, I’ma snug ’em, f**k ’em
Guess I’m a by-any-means type of motherf**ker

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
We not in a frat, but we step (21)
I got more stripes than a ref (On God)
The police behind me, I left (Straight up)
I’m runnin’ ’til I’m out of breath (On God)
I told ’em I needed some help (21)
They looked at me like they was deaf (On God)
We tried to be like BMF (Straight up)
But niggas was all for theyself (On God)
You get extorted for playin’ tough
Nigga, no cap, I was on the move, shots went off and my Glock had jammed up
We ain’t even makin’ no R.I.P. post ’til we come hit a couple y’all mans up
I don’t even bring my niggas ’round rappers, I know they gon’ f**k my face up
Know all my niggas gon’ take somethin’
Say that you a dog, nigga, shake somethin’ (21)
Broad daylight, nigga, face somethin’ (Straight up)
f**k school, we was in the hood tryna make somethin’, you was with a bitch tryna cake somethin’ (On God)
Fix my plate, bet I ate somethin’, you was lookin’ for a reason so that you can hate somethin’ (21)
You can’t keep all of that shit bottled in, I wish your lil’ pussy ass say somethin’ (Pussy)
He did, we slid (Skrrt)
We don’t give a f**k ’bout your kid (On God)
My brother like Glocks and FN’s, but Savage gon’ keep him a SIG (No cap)
The coroner thought he had a lacefront on, the way this Draco split his wig (Straight up)
You a baby when it come to this gangster shit, somebody get this nigga a bib, pussy

[Outro: 21 Savage]
Pussy
Pussy
Pussy
Pussy, pussy
Pussy
You little pussy

Here Come The Mummies – Revenge Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You can see out him driving around in his LTD
Working late as he congregates in the VIP
Putting on a show, see the money flow, Dom Perignon
Snakeskin boots, he’s got two ladies on his arm

[Chorus]
Well I know it’s a lot to swallow
But, I’m here if you need a friend
Yeah my shoulder is yours to borrow
And I’m here to help you out with some sweet revenge

[Verse 2]
It’s okay, don’t be afraid to lay your burdens down
Set him free baby, talk to me on the couch
Turn the tables now, I’ll show how by the candle light
Just relax, I’ll rub your back now you rub mine

[Chorus]
Well I know it’s a lot to swallow
Take your time honey just take it all in
Yeah my shoulder is yours to borrow
And I’m here to help out with sweet revenge

[Chorus]
Well I know it’s a lot to swallow
Take your time honey just take it all in
Yeah my shoulder is yours to borrow
And I’m here to help out with sweet revenge

Barz Da Lyricist – Rosetta Lyrics

Verse : tell me if you do , tell me if you wanna —
Go to Southcenter , maybe even Zara
Peep some art exhibits in the mu-suem
Red and blue pill the way we CRUZEin
Watchin Queen & slim then we hit Bahamas
We can have a ball if you say you wanna
We can be travelin and movin
Gain inspiration , be each other’s muse then

Open the door as I walk behind
Fill up your tank while you chill inside
Go to a concert we can catch a vibeee
VIP tickets what a special night

Only doing things if it’s feelin right
Yeah Ain’t no forced energy
Wanna align like its symmetry
Mmm Love is the place to be
Lady are you in to me
I seek your companyyyy
You can still be friends with me

Hook: I peep your love language
I’m learning your mind
It’s not hard to say this , want you to be mine
This process is pain less , we’re taking climbs
Just let me arrange this …on valentines

Rosetta , yeah
Rosetta baby
Rosetta , oh
Rosetta stone

Repeat hook x2

Outro : tell me if you do , tell me if you wanna —
Go to Southcenter , maybe even Zara
Peep some art exhibits in the mu-suem
Red and blue pill the way we CRUZEin
Watchin Queen & slim then we hit Bahamas
We can have a ball if you say you wanna
We can be travelin and movin
Gain inspiration , be each other’s muse then

Smib – Commas Lyrics (feat. Tads Thots)

[Hook]
Kil ik word wakker denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Commas, commas, ik denk aan commas commas
Is real life f**k je likes f**k je comments comments

[Verse]
Ik zei count up count up #Scootervoice jij kijkt van ‘’who dem boys?”
Young nigger get ya guap en speel broke #m’nmoedersvoice
Mannen praten buit mama zei niet praten als je eet
Shawty gaf me top en riep me naam, ze praat terwijl ze eet
Dan weer backa op me
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ben in de club ik praat met owners, owners, owners, owners
Zij zien die guap in mij, wat dans je blij
Kil next time ben ik in die ollo dan betaalt ie mij
Peep me laag daaro VIP met een PYT
WDW? Baby zeg eens ‘’Aah” suck een niggers’ D, aaye
Suck een niggers D, suckanigga wie? Ben fukboiproof toch
Zij wou die neus net Rudolph, denk aan model thots op rooftops
Ben fotto cee plus squad plus drank plus druggas
Plus ik seer iets parttime, in die field toch waar jij?
Kil gooi een optie zie me jumpen net een lay up lay up
Oh jij denkt die pack is free? Want je bent goeie? Shawty pay up pay up

[Hook]
Kil ik word wakker denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Young nigger denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Ik denk aan
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas, commas
Commas, commas, ik denk aan commas commas
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Stomy Bugsy – J’suis Al Lyrics

[Couplet 1]
C’est gratuit pour les filles
Et les lascars peuvent rentrer
J’regrette mes délits que
Quand j’me fais serrer
J’aime les femmes nues car
Elles ne cachent pas d’armes
Donc je braque les bacs
Et les grands sans états d’armes
Paranoïaque comme Tony Mani
Sur le macadam va dire aux p’tits à l’Elysée
Qu’on ne vole pas le sac des dames
Je garde mes amis près de moi
Mes ennemis encore plus près
Mets nous bien ce soir balance la purée
Tout le monde debout
J’remplie ma vessie assis
J’peux me braquer sur la tempe
Mais jamais dans la che-bou
Et si j’dois partir
La mort ne m’aura pas vivant
Je l’a flanquerai divinement sur le divan
On est dans le pays des droits de stom’
Alors j’fais c’que j’veux
95 Capitale je paris sur la banlieue
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Couplet 2]
Pas de flingue dans la poche
Juste heureux que tu t’approches
Superman du ghetto
Sur mon torse elles ricochent
Ouvrir un coffre ça peut prendre
Cinq minutes ou cinq piges
Donc laisse-moi faire swinguer
Le peuple sur la piste
Balances des skeud, crunk, funk (DJ Miss)
Ce soir les raclis dans leurs sacs ont des manix
Mais elle, qu’est-ce qu’elle veut?
Brigitte, tête à tête ton mec
C’est quand il veut

[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Couplet 3]
Mon tailleur est zaïrois et
Mon banquier est suisse
La classe 357 entre les cuisses
Ti’ mal, le savoir est une arme
Ne te laisse pas abattre
Que tu sois noir, blanc, jaune, arabe ou mulâtre
J’débarque l’arc de triomphe
Écarte ses beuj
Au casino la roulette est russe
La vie c’est pas un euj
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Pont]
Merguez-Frites ou Caviar
Je n’change pas (J’suis al)
De la cave au Ritz
Si j’te… (J’suis al)
Tête à tête à Gard du nord
Ou Châtelet Les Halles
Devenu le prince des lascars
Mais un ancien squale
J’suis al, J’suis al

[Refrain]
Une embrouille dans le quartier, dans la ville (J’suis al)
T’as besoin de quoi que ce soit au parloir (J’suis al)
Le quartier VIP c’est la banlieue depuis que (J’suis al)
Pour ma mère, ma famille Ster-Mini (J’suis al)
Si ta rate est trop bonne, t’es pas al (J’suis al)
Pour te ken sur scène MC (J’suis al)

Blacc Zacc – Who Can I Trust Lyrics

[Intro]
IMixNation for real
Chophouze on the track

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Verse 1]
I did some things that I’ll never admit
So many times that I wanted to quit
I lost myself, gave my heart to a bitch
I feel like Chief Keef ’cause I’m finally rich
Call up GP, get a pint just to sip, yeah
I’m tryna pour all my pain away
I pop a Perc’ but the pain’ll stay
So many days I ain’t have a way
I gotta watch who I’m with
Had to boss up and I got on my shit
I never switched up, I was always a Crip
So f**k what they say ’cause the Glock on my hip, yeah
Count the backend and I dip
Got straps in the club, got straps in the VIP
They show the fake love when you on your shit
But where was you was when I ain’t have this?
I feel like PD, he my angel
I never wanna be famous
I pray all this money don’t change us
I swear all this money won’t change us
I’m in the stu’ with my banger
I drop a hit, drop a banger
I shoot from all different angles
I shoot at all of you strangers, nigga

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Verse 2]
Gotta move light when you walk in the streets
Gotta be careful ’cause shit can get deep
You get ate up if they find out you weak
When you got racks ’cause niggas want beef
Been through so much, I can barely get sleep
I feel like the devil is after me
I can’t let it show that it bother me
I be in a daze, I can’t pass the weed
I got a lot on my mind
I think about murder, I think about crime
I think about LiLi just most of the time
‘Cause my baby girl got a hell of a vibe
I got a lot on my plate
I gotta stay up-to-date
I gotta carry this weight
Make sure my family straight
I feel like Lil Zay, he my angel
Love I got for you is dangerous
I’m glad I ain’t get that abortion
So I gotta give you a fortune
Baby mama always had my back
I left her for a bitch that only wanted racks
But you stayed down and I respect that
‘Cause if you did that to me, I couldn’t deal with that

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Outro]
Chophouze
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?

Marcus Ariah – Be Safe Tho Lyrics (feat. Casanova)

[Chorus]
Bitches love us niggas hate us
Be safe tho
I think ya whole team fakin
Be safe tho
Every time my nigga be out
Be safe tho
Bout every bitch you hit was basic
Be safe tho

[Verse]
I love them 50s and them hunnids
We chase those
I’m only married to the money
We shake hoes
Niggas still plotting tryna build the bankroll
I don’t put a bitch before the homies
I don’t break code
Niggas ain’t know how to work since we popped out
If it’s an issue sad to say we pull the Glock out
Niggas chatting so we show em what the knots bout
I ain’t really talkin less the money gettin dropped out
I ain’t never have no mom and dad money
I just had you gotta hustle get it fast money
Four years the the only thing I had was cash money
Had to hustle harder so I found a way to stash money
Niggas tryna whip foreigns and pop tags now
I hear em talkin I ignore em in the bag now
They was sleepin now ya boy could really brag now
On the road to riches I ain’t f**kin with the rags now
New niggas hit my phone since I cashed out
Bitches that ain’t want me claiming that I smashed now
Tryna get ya boy caught up and they assed out
Now we gettin money I could change my forecast now
The only time I hit it raw is if that shit fat
We get the money spend a check and get that shit back
She love the bread so her head by the six pack
These hoes swear they love me but I never love the bitch back

[Chorus]
Bitches love us niggas hate us
Be safe tho
I think ya whole team fakin
Be safe tho
Every time my nigga be out
Be safe tho
Bout every bitch you hit was basic
Be safe tho

[Steel Sev Verse]
Steel
It’s Steel Sev from the south
Where niggas ain’t talkin they just pull up to ya house
Put that 40 to ya bitch
Blow her blains on her blouse
Grab the work, then we out
No such thing as a drought
My niggas eatin, like yea we feastin
And if it’s problems then we creepin, like we ain’t sleepin
Til we find em then we squeezin, yea we squeezin
He ain’t come with us believe em, like nigga leave em
Be safe tho
All a nigga know is get them pesos
My bankroll, Jewish for the lawyer, bet the case close
You chase hoes, me I replace those
40 on my side or, pull up with that draco
Them hoes do what I say so
Cause they see me flex
Pull up VIP, lookin like a check
Diamonds all on me, shit be drippin wet
Ya bitch all on me, said I got her wet
Boy I got this tech
Better stay in ya lane
I mean my niggas really gettin that change
And put a hole in ya brain
I’m talkin take you outta the frame
Man I’m different don’t compare me to lames
I’m all bout the change
I hit the club and do my Henny Dance
Chopper spin em like a ceiling fan
Pull up in a minivan, with the mask and the mac
Heard his ass was a rat
We gon go lay him flat
Steel

[Chorus]
Bitches love us niggas hate us
Be safe tho
I think ya whole team fakin
Be safe tho
Every time my nigga be out
Be safe tho
Bout every bitch you hit was basic
Be safe tho

Schec – Bending Backwards Lyrics (feat. Cam Meekins)

I’ve been on the road a lot
Leather jackets and ripped jeans all I got
Now I pull so easy like a chip shot
This tour bus got me acting like a big shot
Pretty girls try to get my attention
Boston girls all in my twitter mentions
They’re really trying to make that connection but
We’re only chilling in the VIP section
There’s this one chick
She stays on my mind
Haven’t seen her in years
Feels like a past life
Hope she might notice me or
Peep my tweets
Been tryna warm up
But she’s still acting coldly
I just wanna kick it
Have a drink and catch up
She probably thinks
I’m only trying to f**k
Ya I wouldn’t mind it
But I want something more cus
I think she’s the one
I’m bending over backwards for

Bending
Backwards
For you girl
For you
(x2)

I meet a lot of girls on the road
Can’t say I don’t mind it
But it’s soon getting old
Don’t like to name drop but
Now I might have to
Call me soon Elizabeth
Really wanna talk to you
On our own paths
Doing our own things
Both still in school
But I’m going out on limbs
Hope you’ve been well
Damn it’s been a while
Haven’t seen you in a minute
I’ve got a new style
Let me take you out
Show you how I changed
Used to be shy
But now I’m in the game
You can hit my line
I really won’t mind
Usually I’m busy
But for you I’ll make time
Sorry I’m crushing
Hope I got you blushing
Really not bluffing
I hope the song got you humming
Can give you all my loving
Turn nothing into something
Wanna see you in the crowd
When the lights are all flashing
For sure

Bending
Backwards
For you girl
For you
(x2)

Martin Suarez – Faded Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We drinking out the bottle f**k shots
I’m all about the guap
You say you getting money but you not
Headed to the top I ain’t gon’ stop now
Two bad bitches on me
So gone I can’t see
Finna get turnt all bottles on me, yeah

[Hook]
I’m faded, I’m faded
Pass me the bottle pretty lady
Let’s get this party going escalated
Only want you for tonight don’t try to play me
f**k them other dudes that you dated
They don’t compare to me I’ll treat you like a lady
Them lips of your have me going crazy
And that ass never cease to amaze me

[Verse 2]
We in the club, VIP entrance
Everything I told you, I swear I meant it
Me, hennessy, and you
Ima turn you on get you in the mood
Dylan’s in the back popping bottles
Throwing dollars, cooling with some models
I just wanna see you drop it low
Shake that ass
Drop it to the floor

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I know you love to party girl, so let’s go
Ima put in work, yeah you know that’s for sure
Turning up to the early morning
Hope the neighbors ain’t gon’ hear all that moaning
You won’t do it for them, but you do it for me
I got my mind on you, because you’re all I need
Don’t be tripping baby because I mean it for real
Now let’s head back to my crib so we can seal the deal
Let’s end the conversation baby
I hope you know you drive me crazy
You know I’ll treat you like a lady
f**k them hoes, and them bitches they don’t phase me
I’m all about the money, all about the guap
And I ain’t gon’ stop hustling til I’m at the top
Put you in a Porsche, put you on a yacht
I want it all I’m balling hard and y’all not

[Hook]

[Outro]
We gon’ get faded, we gon’ turn it up
Tell the DJ play my song, and turn it up
Club heating up I can’t get enough
Need you by my side, can’t get enough

Hellsingland Underground – Northern Country Boy Lyrics

Moonshining on the countryside
Tonight the drinks are on me
Old cars, good weed are passing round
In our own VIP
Who needs the city and the gas
When I got you
Old friends just droppin’ by again
Like in the good old days
Here they don’t use no calendar
They don’t plan two weeks ahead
Who needs the city and the trash
When I can see the mountains
And the lake
Northern Country Boy
The city made me hard and cold
Don’t wanna die a lonely man
So I’m coming back again
Once and always
Forever country man
Hey John can I borrow your car tonight
I need to pick up our 12 step man
He’s coming out again today
So we need to celebrate
2 years and 20 more pounds
I really think he’ll make it this time
“Everybody here looks at me
I’ve become the local freak”
You know I never really cared about them
Not even my family
I’ll always be the black cheap
That’s just the way it is
Northern Country Boy
The city made me hard and cold
Don’t wanna die a lonely man
So I’m coming back again
Once and always
Forever country man
I wanted to tear this town apart
Send in the artillery
Bomb the hell out of everyone around
Everyone who weren’t like me
But now I’ve found that no one is
So why even bother to even try
Forever country man
Forever country man
Northern Country Boy
The city made me hard and cold
And I remember how you said
You would stay here ’til the end
Once and always
Forever country man

Nasaan – Dirty Soap Lyrics

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
Yeah, believe me, shit wasn’t easy
Why the f**k you wanna be me?
Why the f**k you wanna be this shit?
Looking at me far as leadership
Pointed me: “You gonna be the VIP.”
No questions asked, I over see this shit
Until we all over seas and shit
I do the f**k out my job, I’m just waiting on M after
M after, M after, M after, after M, nigga

[Verse]
Do all you want, bitch, we do all we can
I’m from Westside Detroit, every night ambulance
Everyday niggas starve, every night I would cringe
Every talk go” Yo, they just let who out the pin?”
I just jumped out the gym, finna jump out again
A three niggas, three piece, that’s a boom, bop, babam
Couldn’t snatch up my brother, took body instead
Niggas pop pop pa pop and go pop at ya mans
Man, that shit ain’t for kids, man, that shit ain’t pretend
How we ‘posed to move forward?
How we ‘posed to advance?
How the f**k my whole entire city in debt
How the f**k my whole entire city a threat?
Got the game from my grandma, black nigga big target
I never showed defeat, nigga, no sandals
I go get that shit, nigga, risk it and gamble
Don’t wish for no shit, I just blew out of the candles

[Outro]
This is 9-1-2, check a dispatch

Niia – Obsession Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hold up
Heard you were talking ‘bout me
What’s up?
Is it hard to confront me?
And I know what you said (I know what you said)
And I know what it meant (I know what it meant)
And you can’t take it back (Nah, nah)
You can’t take it back now
Showed up (Showed up)
Wearing the same dress just like me (Like me, yeah)
It’s rough (It’s rough)
To not be good enough
Runner up
Run your mouth
When you’re out of luck
Now I want you dead (Now I want you dead)
For all the shit you said (All the shit you said)
But I’m not wasting more time

[Chorus]
So tell me why you so obsessed with me?
You know that you can’t compete
Honey, you’re no VIP
Not trying to be mean
So tell me why you so obsessed with me?
I know that I’m not crazy
Honey, are you just lonely?
I’m not trying to be mean
But you’re making me
Lose my mind
Test my temper
Said you didn’t
But I know better, babe
Whatever
It doesn’t matter to me, yeah
Doesn’t matter to me, yeah
Oooooh

[Verse 1]
Hold up
Heard you were talking ‘bout me
What’s up?
Is it hard to confront me?
And I know what you said (I know what you said)
I know what it meant (I know what it meant)
But you can’t take it back

[Chorus]
So tell me why you so obsessed with me?
You know that you can’t compete
Honey, you’re no VIP
Not trying to be mean
So tell me why you so obsessed with me?
I know that I’m not crazy
Honey, are you just lonely?
I’m not trying to be mean
But you’re making me

[Outro]
Why you so obsessed with me? (Why you so obsessed?)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Lose my mind
Test my temper
Said you didn’t
(Tell me why, tell me why)
But I know better, babe
(I know better, babe)
(I know better)
Whatever
It doesn’t matter to me
Doesn’t matter to me, ooooh

Akon – Belly Dancer Lyrics (feat. Kardinal Offishall)

Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Excuse me, beg your pardon girl
Do you have any idea what you startin’ girl?
You got me tingling, come to me mingling
Steppin’ off, lookin’ bootylicious and jingling
When you walk, I see you baby girl
When you talk, I believe it baby girl
I like that, thick-petite n’ pretty
Little touch is a ditty
Love to work the kitty like purr, she loves to stir it up purr
I can hear her purring up
Cause shes the type that’ll get arousy of
Get you excited and call her boyfriend up
(Oh no)
What’s the plan without the plan B
We can meet up at the hutter house for the TV
So stand by like a butty pass
While I watch this beautiful thang shake that ass
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Girl, I must say you the flyest thang in here
So hot we gon’ need some rain in here
Type to make ex-gangstas bang in here
Girl you could do anything you want in here
Clown if you want to, frown if you want to
You ain’t even gotta drop down if you want to
Cause I’d rather see you shake it standin’
Either way you do it girl you look outstandin’
And now you got me spending
The way you got that body bendin
Ass like that girl you gotta be kickin’
And we goin’ to church next day repentant
Lap dancing for my FA crew
Slide it ova to boo cause he want some too
Up in the VIP with no fee
Blessing you with the G even though we gettin’ it free so
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Girl, shake ya body body wit somebody, body
Whatever you do don’t break your body, body
After the party party, grab a hottie hottie
In the back seat of your Maserati-rati
Jiggle jiggle it to the left
Jiggle jiggle it to the right
Jiggle it to the front then jiggle it to the back
And jiggle jiggle it all, all night
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
(Hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Daddy Yankee – Calenton Lyrics (feat. Yandel)

[Letra de “Calentón” ft. Yandel]

Calentón, rápido me apretó
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow (duro)

Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow

Súbele mami! métele sazón, filete
Tú tienes lo que mata a ese guasón, filete
Voy a pasarle la fila, filete
Y si me trae a su amiga, filete

Salte peatón que llego el dueño de la avenida
La calle es de nosotros, cuidado con la estampida
Entrando, las botellas están servidas
Compramos toda la barra, está paga de por vida

La disco está oscura parece de día
Mi rollex está brillando más que el sol del medio día
Bajo del VIP con to el mundo que se joda
Otro palo más de los que no pasan de moda

Calentón, rápido me apretó
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya y se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya

Calentón, rápido me apretó
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya y se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya

De líder a Leyenda, he hecho todo una jodienda
Si hay uno mejor que yo te están hablando mierda
Mucha destreza, tiro con firmeza
Los tengo de tiro al blanco, cortando cabeza

Sin falta el perreo sólido porque
Hace tiempo que no escuchaba este sonido
Musicologo, la pista partió
Yandel cantó, y la nena bailó

No cuestiones lo que voy a hacer, lo que hago y lo que hice
Estas huellas son muy grandes pa que tu las pises
No es lo que tU digas ni el otro lo que dice
Yo canto reggaetón y lo pego en todos los países

Salgo por la puerta ancha, tú por el techo
Es muy difícil que hagan to’ lo que he hecho
Siempre los alimento, que tengan buen provecho
Tu babilla no crece aunque le meta cien pa pecho

Por eso les picheo, porque nada van a hacer
Mejor sigo enfocado en las nena duracell
Aunque no cumpla años me como ese pastel
Los dueños del cartel, díselo Yandel

Calentón, rápido me apretó
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow (duro)

Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow bow (duro)
Dembow bow

Sendo piquete, sendo piquete
Los perros tienen hambre y lo que tu tiene es filete
Sendo piquete, sendo piquete
Los perros tienen hambre y lo que tu tiene es filete

Fi-fi-fi-fi-filete
Fi-fi-fi-fi-filete
King, Da-ddy, edition
La leyenda viviente, Yandel
Los-Los-Los De La Nazza
Daddy yankee

Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics (feat. Lil Duke)

[Intro: Young Thug & Quavo]
DJ Durel
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see me, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been in Trestletree and I just been boolin’ it (I’m in the opp’s hood)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never f**k her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too f**kin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
f**k her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Birkin bag (That Birk’)

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

Juice WRLD – Nobody Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
808 Pound
Bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Pull out the big guns, they run from me
I always keep one, I’m no dummy
I’ma go get a AP, I’ll be shining
Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3, I’m grinding
Play your bitch like a PlayStation
Every day in L.A. it’s a vacation
Ha ha, laughing at these haters
Broke as a bitch, they ain’t getting paper
Yeah, no more fighting over money, I’m a rich guy
Nowadays, I’m probably fighting over the Wi-Fi
You know that nigga that always got bad phone connection, yeah I’m that guy

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat)
Like I’m Stevie with the lights off
Fuck her with my ice on, had to cop that Wock’, the price was right like the game show (Ice)
How you love that ho we made that lil’ bitch do the gang, ho
I’m filled up like Jenga
Get that, flip that, lick that
I need to know, lick on her tits, no speel
Shoot with the gang in the VIP
This lil’ bitch name Tiffany her favorite color teal
Hmm, that makes sense, ’cause zodiacs are real (Alright)
I be dealing with these hating niggas for some time
Ain’t gon’ start shit, never in the dark I shine
Bitch, I’m under 21, I do not drink no wine
I fucked that bitch listening to me, not no Ginuwine

[Chrous: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Lil Boat)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Gucci Mane – Pay Me (Ft. Fruity) Lyrics

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I need a bitch that can pull me a bitch
Or turn a trick, or better yet, turn me on to a lick
I hope to know she a ho, who, who ain’t scared of this shit
I hope to know without a pimp, she a regular bitch
I give her gang for every situation, have her infatuated
I got the gift of gab, and the conversation who’s the nation
I need a couple more to expect Gucci’s operation
The one Matroppa Rapper, pimpin is my ocupation
So stop all that hezatation, all that procrastonation
Cooperation leads to indulging and fornacation
So Fruit, you say you love me, but bitch, I love the loot
I coppin blow, I’m in persute of a new prostitute

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse2: Fruity]
What you know about a ass shaking, money making nigga
Break a bitch, on some pimp shit, call me a pimp bitch
A surtified man, ? these hoes?
Tell him bring my money back, sure my shits in tackt, bitch
I say these bitches dreams, tell these hoes they on my team
A ? lookin ho, just done with ? skeem
Let me tell all you niggas a lil something bout me
I’m well trained, I’m off the chain, nigga, I ain’t ?

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

[Verse 3: Fruty]
Some bitches talk the talk, but I be walking the walk
My nigga Gucci round M up, and I make sure they trick off
Dolo might, but I will, fuck you ? the ticket, pay yo meal
Some bitches need X, but my pussy be red and wet
Got so much game, guess you can say I’m a poetic pimp
VIP type bitch, I strut, fuck a limp
Niggas eyes be romen, when they see me pass
They wanna grab on this ass, I’m straight dropping for cash
? place a pillo under my knees?
Sippin and slerppin and spit
Hit a split and and slow ride yo dick, when I’m turnin tricks
All for the love of the straight drop clique
My nigga, all for the love of the straight drop clique

[Hook: Fruity and Gucci Mane]
I love you Gucci Mane, I love you too
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you
I love you Gucci Mane, I love the loot
You got me? by all the things you do
Well, bitch, pay me what you oh me, Imma pay you what I oh you

Young Thug – U Ain’t Slime Enough Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Karlae & Young Thug]
Outside lookin’ in, there is no comparison
You put them bitches in a line and I’ll embarrass them
Magnificently written, all this shit that I be kickin’
Ain’t no lions in the jungle, really all these bitches kittens
Who they kiddin’, they be smitten
Tell ’em bye and then good riddance
And they freestyles bye, I can tell that shit go written (slime)
Excuse me! See we different
Everybody out here braggin’ ’bout their dough
But when it’s time to spend that money, where that bread go?
I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (slat)
Then I go inside that Louis purse, run ho
Proudly I kick shit, with thousands money pilin’ up
Y’all be on that internet, but money is not dialin’ up
Your wild dreams ain’t wild enough, so what you come at me for?
I’ll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (woo, woo, woo!)
And please check the decor, and y’all drinkin’, we pour
Never say that we poor, y’all keep actin’
Bitch I’m goin’ Eeyore, is it just me or… these hoes need to level up?
Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up
Your real isn’t real enough, so tell me what you fishin’ for

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I scream “Slime, slime, slime,” they come in a rush
I got snakes tatted on me and my chain on my neck
I slimed up my grandma
Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (woo)
I know niggas gettin’ extorted, like the common cold
I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl
Niggas ain’t slimy enough, niggas ain’t grimy enough
I got black diamonds like my grandpa’s snuff
Way more money than you
Ain’t no sympathy, no
Niggas’ll wipe your nose like you’re sick, you know?
All my niggas shoot first like a damn intro
I get boxes of dough, Kimbo
You a slimy motherfucker Karlae, tell ’em the truth
You’ll catch a body for me, motherfucker, tell ’em the truth
All of these thotties ’bout to think I’m super slimey for you
But you the hottest in the mothafucka, that’s my boo, yeah

[Refrain: Karlae]
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain’t slime enough
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough

[Verse 3: Duke]
I’ll slime you out (slime you out)
All these other bitches thirsty, they want clout (they want clout)
Dick in her mouth (dick in your mouth)
I’m on her hip like a pouch (pouch)
She like when I’m beat her down (down)
Man ringin’ bells in the town (brrt)
I was just servin’ them ounces (ounces)
Now we poppin’ them bottles
We all in the VIP and we standin’ on couches (couches)
Surrounded by nothin’ but vultures (vultures)
I gotta keep it in motion (motion)
You see me, you know that I’m totin’ (totin’)
Playin’ ’bout none of my bros
And if I see you, I’m wipin’ your nose

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, [?] with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin’ burnin’ up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

[Intro]
Boston

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
24, now 24, mhm
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ass fat, bring it right back
I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
Imma be here if I be here
That’s your car note on my wrist

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore, my wrist sore
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one (no one!)
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
I re-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
She offer me some pussy my finesse
My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm

Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!

HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – Motorcycle Patches lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Motorcycle patches on my jacket
Rip all the money out the plastic
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’
Gave her everything, now what you asking?
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad
40 on my hip like it’s new fashion, blastin’

[Verse 1: Quavo]
(Huncho, yeah yeah yeah)
She gon’ make that ass dribble, playin’ basket (ball)
Don’t call it cuffin’ nigga, I ain’t passin’ (woo)
Niggas pourin’ fours, poppin’ seals like caskets (drippin’)
Nawfside hot boy, I bought a dragon (yeah)
I get it at your grill, VIP, spread the bills (spread)
M’s a deal, spinnin’ the fortune wheel (spin it)
Four by four (woo), skrrting all the wheels (skrrt)
Eskimo (brr), icy necks and grills
Watch out, watch out, Big Baller Brand, watch out (watch out)
This for the fam, watch out (watch out)
It’s my time, don’t clock out (time)
Threeway pack, we knock out (knock out)
Molly make her bite down (bite down)
42, Pistons, Stackhouse (baow)
Nigga we winnin’, racks out (cash, racks)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Motorcycle patches on my jacket (yeah!)
Rip all the money out the plastic (it’s lit!)
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’ (pop it, pop it)
Gave her everything, now what you asking? (alright!)
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad (yeah!)
40 on my hip like it’s new fashion (yeah, yeah!), blastin’

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Fuck shit up, we fuck shit up
Weed got me stuck, drugs got me stuck
Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked (ice ice, yeah!)
We on road
I can’t stop no more, on my time I can’t go, yeah (oh no)
If I send these flicks to your phone, you can’t leak (nah)
Motorcycle patches is earned on the streets (ahh, ahh)
Fuck shit up, we done fuck shit up
It got me stuck, it done got me stuck
Drugs got me stuck, love got me stuck
Diamonds untucked, diamonds untucked, yeah
Jacket got stripes (alright!)
I been blessed in with the knights (blessed)
Just turned twenty-five, yeah (five)
Goin’ in like I’m doin’ twenty-five to life (ahh)
I’m alone, out of sight
At the crib, come take a hike
In the field, not the Hills
I been beatin’ like it’s Ike (straight up!)
No more deals, they like wheels, make me ill at the sight
Even still scroll through the reels, miss the times when we hit
No need for names, yeah she know (yeah!)
We was tribe, Navajo (yeah, yeah!)
We was real, Jack and Jill
Like the pill had awoke, uh (it’s lit!)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, motorcycle patches on her jacket (yeah!)
Rip all the money out the plastic (yeah, yeah!)
Put it on her tongue and now she dancin’ (pop it, pop it)
Gave her everything, now what you asking? (no)
Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics (ahh)
Pop her a bean, unlock the talent (yeah, yeah!)
Eat up all the green, taste just like salad (it’s lit!)
40 on my hip like it’s new fashion, blastin’
(Pew, pew pew pew pew pew pew pew)

Kris Wu – Wo Xuan Ze De Lu (我选择的路) lyrics

Rénshēng shì chǎng jìshí bǐsài
Liǎng bǎi mài de shísù chōngpò jīngcǎi
Jiùsuàn xià yī miǎo yǒu diǎndiǎn yìwài
Jiāo’ào shì wǒ bù biàn bù miè de zītài
Shì shéi hūlüèle nǐ de cúnzài
Kào shílì fāshēng jiāng liúyán jíbài
Yòng jīyù shūxiě nǐ de wèilái
Bié ràng jìyì liú xià shéi hé shéi de kòngbái
Bù yán bài de yītiān yītiān
Bù hòutuì dì xiàng qián xiàng qián
Tāmen shuō nǐ bùzhī shēnqiǎn
Cóng nǐ qǐdiǎn cāicè zhōngdiǎn
Zǒng yǒu yītiān ràng tāmen bàoqiàn
Shìjiè kànzhe nǐ zài biǎoyǎn
Měi gè dòngzuò chéngwéi jiāodiǎn
Wǔtái shàng nà dōu shì fèidiǎn
Wǒ yòng wǒ xuǎnzé de lù
Gěi shìjiè kàn wǒ tàidù
Bù zhuīzhú tǎntú bù zhǔnbèi fúshū
Xuǎnzé yītiáo jiāo’ào de lù

Ràng shìjiè gèng hǎo ràng yīnyuè gèng zào
Ràng wǒmen yīqǐ wéi kuàilè jiān jiào

Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào
Yīzhí dōu shì MVP bù suíyuán bù jiāozào
Wǒ shì ài qí yì VIP huìyuán wǒ jiāo’ào

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Cardi B – Hectic lyrics

(feat. DJ Hardwerk)

[Intro]
Cardi
Hard work

[Verse 1]
Ayo, step up in the spot, you know who I be
Couple bottles pop in the VIP
Dancin’ all up on the couch, shakin’ my ass
Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny
Bitch, pardon me, you don’t wanna start with me
I be out here gettin’ cash, you be in the thottery
I be in the trap, chasin’ chips like the lottery
You ain’t bout that life, you don’t be like Cardi B
All my gettin’-shmoney hoes, put ya hands up
Yeah, you cute but you gon’ have to pull ya pants up, yeah
I see you over there checkin’ out my thick thighs, tetas
See, I gotta smart mouth and what?
Keep it litty for my city, NYC
Take the whole nut, ain’t worried ’bout no Plan B
Yeah, I’m nasty, lick my lips, blow a kiss
And walk off with a hunnid thou’ on my wrist
Swish, I ain’t with the politics
“A hoe never gets cold,” you know what the motto is
Unless it’s baguettes diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch
Sittin’ in that 6, frostbite, feelin’ hella lit

[Hook]
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit

[Verse 2]
NY, do or die, yeah I got this
KSR, chill y’all, yeah I got this
40 those, 2 seater in the cockpit
And I’m a freak so you know that bitch topless
You a hot mess, that’s a fact though
Understood the life, bitch, you know how that go
A lot of thots out here plottin’ on my cash flow
But I’m a queen just tryna build the castle
You a fiend, you all up in my asshole
I cause a scene and give you what you ask for
Hair did, manicure, so ready, check
Attitude have to be so petty, yep
I’m in it this year, a minute to spare, I swear
My vision is clear, y’all bitches beware, I’m here
Showstopper, Ms. Life of the party, yeah
Top shotta, no filter, Young Cardi, yeah

[Hook]
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit
Hectic, hectic
When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic
Don’t worry ’bout what’s on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch
If I’m in the spot, I’m slayin’ shit, I’m in the best fit

Cardi B – Bronx Season lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, how you doin’?
I’m alright
(laughs)

[Verse 1]
Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain’t soft?
How many shows I gotta sell out ‘fore you get the cost?
Why they really tryna front like I ain’t hit the charts?
All these labels, throwin’ deals from left to right
But I ain’t givin’ in until they get them numbers right
All these people think that this shit happen overnight
All that flexin’ they be doin’, shit is all a hype
No tolerance for a hatin’ bitch talkin’ shit
Only time I hold my tongue is when I’m suckin’ dick
So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it’s fuckin’ lit
And don’t be talkin’ all that sorry shit, don’t flip the script
I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic
I kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flight
I see a hater, I’m runnin’ down, it’s on sight
I throw my hands, I hit em’ left, I hit em’ right

[Verse 2]
They sleepin’ on me just because I used to strip
But it’s all good ’cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
Blowin’ up my phone, sayin’ everythin’ I touch is lit
Actin’ corn and wanna fuck me like they wasn’t talkin’ shit, woah
I let ’em live, let the shady motherfuckers live
Get them the price then it’s time to show them what it is
Don’t got the bat? Well then what you really tryna pitch?
Don’t waste my time, I ain’t never been no average bitch

[Verse 3]
Not to mention, I did my tour and that shit was winnin’
Independent, the headline, award of feelin’
I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
I love the fans, they fill me up with their ammunition
I don’t really talk shit but now I gotta off this
I don’t know why bitches think we work in the same office
Corny bitches tryna keep up? Look exhausted
Wave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeit

[Verse 4]
My ex told me I was never gon’ be shit
Lookie, lookie now, lookie now, nigga I’m that bitch
What you thought? Yeah, you really lost, now you kinda sick
But I ain’t never need a nigga, I was always on my shit, yeah
I used to stare at magazines on the train
Lookin’ at these models like, “I gotta be this one day”
Fuck around, got myself a name, now I’m gettin’ paid
Left the corny bitches in the grave, so they throwin’ shade

[Outro]