BROCKHAMPTON – OLD NEWS Lyrics

[Intro: Jabari Manwa]
I did this all for you (I did, I did, I did this all for you)

[Chorus: Jabari Manwa]
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you’ve put me through, they’re oh so old, be new
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you’ve put me through, that’s old news

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
I wish it didn’t end like this
You stopped lovin me a long time ago, didn’t notice
Caught a new wave, couldn’t contain how I feel about it
Easy to say I’m to blame, go the day about it
How you say you don’t love me like you used to?
Solitude is becomin’ so unusual
Old news, that you rush into everything
It’s why I’m stuck here, tellin’ you, you

[Chorus: Jabari Manwa]
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you’ve put me through, they’re oh so old, be new
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you’ve put me through, that’s old news

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Say less, rain check, we friends I guess
I got regrets, hop in, lessons
You don’t hear me, but I bought you earrings (What?)
From the PJ’s, treat you like an heiress
I ain’t trickin’, but I got it for your hair and nails (What?)
I always treat ’em too good, and it always fails
You an angel, I’m the one that tripped and fell (I’m trippin’)
Can’t let it go, I missed my own fairytale (I’m winnin’)

[Verse 3: Baird]
I’m out my head, I’m in my notebook, I’m feelin’ hopeful
I joined the band in Dylan’s tour bus, turn up my vocals
Still makin’ faces at your GoPro, like fuck the promos
I’ll do the live shows for a one-horse town
The blue-black behind my eyelids and unheard sounds
The words cracked in silence, the sun go down
But no regrets, coyote baby, you can watch me howl
We just so different, you and I, guess we both know now
Guess we both know now

[Chorus: Jabari Manwa]
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you’ve put me through, they’re oh so old, be new
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you’ve put me through, that’s old new

[Verse 4: Joba]
Wish I knew what it meant when I said I loved you (I love you)
Rips in the threads of the net I fell through (Ah)
What I gotta do for you?
Bet my life paid the price
Almost died, shit was tight (For real)
What a life to lose, beautiful and tragic, it reigns true
Pleasure and pain, both remain (They do)
I was amazed and amazed with you
That’s what I meant, not what I said to
If you only knew

Brockhampton – Old News Lyrics (feat. Baird)

[Intro: Jabari Manwa]
I did this all for you (I did, I did, I did this all for you)

[Chorus: Jabari Manwa]
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
Look at you, could be through, that's old news
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through, that's old news

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
I wish it didn't end like this
Used to live with me a long time ago, didn't notice
Caught a new wave, couldn't contain how I feel about it
Easy to say "I'm to blame" go the day about it
How you say you don't love me like you used to
Solitude is becomin' so unusual
Old news, that direction everything
It's why I'm stuck here, tellin' you, you

[Chorus: Jabari Manwa]
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
Look at you, could be through, that's old news
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through, that's old news

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Say less, rain check, we friends I guess, I got regrets, hop in, lessons
You don't hear me, but I bought you earrings (What?)
From the PJ's, treat you like an heiress
I ain't trickin', but I got it for your hair and nails
I always did 'em too good, and it always failed

You an angel, I'm the one that should've failed
Can't let it go, I missed my own fairytale
[Verse 3: Baird]
I'm out my head, I'm in my notebook, I'm feelin' hopeful
I [?] in this tour bus, turn up my vocals
To makin' faces at your GoPro, like f*ck the promos
I'll do the live shows for [?]
The blue-black behind my eyelids and unheard sounds
The words cracked in silence, the sun go down
But no more regrets, coyote baby, you can watch me howl
We just so different, you and I, guess we both know now
Guess we both know now

[Chorus: Jabari Manwa]
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
Look at you, could be through, that's old news
I did this all for you, what more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through, that's old news

[Verse 4: Joba]
Wish I knew what it meant when I said I loved you (I love you)
Rips in the threads of the net I fell through (Ah)
What I gotta do for you
Bet my life paid the price
Almost died, shit was tight (For real)
What a life to lose, beautiful and tragic, it reigns true
Pleasure and pain, both remain
I was amazed and amazed with you
That's what I meant, not what I said to
If you only knew

Yelawolf & Caskey – Cookies Lyrics

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[Intro: Caskey & Yelawolf]
Owee, uh, ouh yeah
Haha, ouh yeah, owee, bitch
(In the kitchen and it’s Taysty)

[Chorus: Caskey & Yelawolf]
Yeah, I ain’t a killer, don’t push me
Shawty was actin’ too boujee
When she see the car that I’m in
And gon’ give me that pussy, okay (Owee)
I think I know why they lookin’
You gotta have you a check just to book me
I don’t do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay

[Verse 1: Caskey & Yelawolf]
Too much room in the Maybach
She don’t know what to do with herself
Pulled up clean, A-jacks
She on that white red like a patty melt
And her Rolex tell where the date at
In the city where I know all thе hate at
Lightweight, but you know wherе the weight at
The pack touch down, I’ma fuckin’ Tom Brady that
Touch down, touch now
Heavy buzz, too much Crown
Heater on my waist and it weigh fo’ pounds
Silence on the gun so it make no sounds
Push you on the snow like a old red sled
I turned her down like a hotel bed
She want the red like she’s in for a year
What she in for? Infrared

[Verse 2: Cub da CookUpBoss]
I’m workin’ my shit, I’m poppin’ my shit
Y’all niggas ain’t stoppin’ my shit
I’m clutchin’ my shit, I’m bussin’ my shit
Told y’all, don’t fuck with my shit
CookUpBoss, I’m really lit
Got rich off talkin’ shit
Fucked around and get ya hit
And fucked your bitch, you lil fuckin’ bitch
Look, shit cool till it ain’t cool
I told y’all I ain’t no rapper, yeah
Puttin’ your gun on Instagram
I can tell you ain’t no stepper
I be on the PJ in my PJs
And some Gucci slides and my carry-on
That’s a hunnid thou’
I’m a lil nigga, money Shaq size, she know the vibe

[Chorus: Caskey & Yelawolf]
Yeah, I ain’t a killer, don’t push me
Shawty was actin’ too boujee
When she see the car that I’m in
And gon’ give me that pussy, okay (Owee)
I think I know why they lookin’
You gotta have you a check just to book me
I don’t do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Yeah, mushroom, bada-boom-bada-bing
Takin’ doors down, I’m a boss, I’m a king
That dope, have your bitch up on the pole
She groom in a row, on the road with the team, that pro
I’m too cold, need a coat
Spill my guts out, scratchy throat
Cough on a coffin, killin’ ’em often
Should’ve been a hit, paid up and go
The pirate arrived in a white ’95
I apply what I write to a code
Cocaine on the seats, propane on the beat
I’m a flame to the heat, you cold
Old school like a log in a blue stove
No fools want a problem with you-know
No tools in the box, you can’t screw me
No crew got a pocket for loose holes
Lame rappers, fuck outta here

[Chorus: Caskey & Yelawolf]
Yeah, I ain’t a killer, don’t push me
Shawty was actin’ too boujee
When she see the car that I’m in
And gon’ give me that pussy, okay (Owee)
I think I know why they lookin’
You gotta have you a check just to book me
I don’t do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay

Sofiane – Savastano Lyrics

[Paroles de “Savastano”]

[Couplet 1]
Remets le plein de super, Go-fast en Uber
Remise les jeux sont faits, tu perds ou tu perds
Frodon s’est cassé, faut qu’j’ramasse l’anneau
Gros ça va s’tasser ou Savastano
Choisis ton camp trimard avant qu’j’en tarte un
Y’a des gens du voyage, y’a des Jean Dujardin
C’est pas permis d’faire aç rapper sans faire de liasses
J’suis chez moi, ici j’encule les frères Diaz
Nous demande pas d’changer on fait feu sans gêne
Facebook, ta life, tu t’affiches pour 200 j’aimes
La cible en un coup, rafale en deux-temps
Laisse la pote-ca craquer, il fait chaud dedans
L’équipe est toca, concert en tokie
Akhi Potter change la coca en lo-ki
Samedi c’est 3efrit et le dimanche au front
Ramène ta marmite je lui mets dans le chaudron
On verra demain, laisse passer le Mistral
Un pull D-Squared et d’une manchette devant le Crystal
J’les parfume au GelPro, j’allume toutes ces bitch
Akrapovic, bébé drive-by en Heetch
Mais bon gros j’dis ça j’dis rien mais l’silence en dit long
J’ai mon blaze tatoué sur la même que pilon
Roule un zbar manny on est riche et célèbre
T’as des jeans Armani j’ai des djins des ténèbres

[Refrain] (x2)
Laisse-moi le temps de me faire un biberon
Laisse-moi le temps de me faire un biberon
Laisse-moi le temps de me faire un biberon
Laisse-moi le temps de me faire un biberon
J’avoue je suis pété, wesh la tess’ socoman ?

J’avoue je suis pété, wesh la tess’ socoman ?
J’avoue je suis pété, wesh la tess’ socoman ?
J’avoue je suis frais, je suis passé chez socoman

[Couplet 2]
Une sécheresse en temps de grise t’inquiètes j’apporte du rap
J’referme la porte c’est dur mon gars, sois mon gars sûr
J’remonte la cote du shab, mais j’assume ses ratures
Mais j’ai pas d’pote du rap, t’es qu’une papote du rap
Déplace la cage d’arbres, recherche le gros chariot
La technique Wanderlei, la coupe à Romario
J’retiens plus les coups j’ai tout donné
Pour qu’on signe le contrat de l’année j’ai vidé tout le fourgon
Harraga fellaga j’viens d’une rue zga bizarre
FLN Production, mental de maquisard
Nique le ring de la rue qui n’exauce aucun rêve
Nique les règles j’met la garde avec mon tokarev
On est vif on est plein, on est tarpin ça crame
J’ai la PJ de Versailles sur mon compte Instagram
J’ai la PJ de Versailles sur mon compte Instagram

[Refrain] (x2)
Laisse-moi le temps de me faire un biberon
Laisse-moi le temps de me faire un biberon
Laisse-moi le temps de me faire un biberon
Laisse-moi le temps de me faire un biberon
J’avoue je suis pété, wesh la tess’ socoman ?
J’avoue je suis pété, wesh la tess’ socoman ?
J’avoue je suis pété, wesh la tess’ socoman ?
J’avoue je suis frais, je suis passé chez socoman

Future – TYCOON Lyrics

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[Intro]
Starin’ at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don’t matter
Got my currency exchanged, got my bands up
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
I’m a ty-tycoon, that’s why they hate me
‘Till they throw the sheets on me I’m goin’ crazy
Got Balencis on my feet, they can’t take me
I know I ain’t gon’ be deceased ’til I’m like eighty
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I’m stayin’
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’
I ain’t goin’, no, no, street’s dangerous

[Verse 1]
Ain’t got Activis, so fuck it, I had to red it
I sent hitters from everywhere, they had to dead it
You know my niggas, they bangin’ the same color as spaghetti
I got my transport up and I got my Getty
I’m gettin’ the passports stamped, we goin’ steady
They try to cut a nigga throat off with a machete
I know my lil’ bro’s gon’ kick the door in and let that lead hit
I’m not an imposer so I’m tryna find an exit
They know it’s a thousand cutters hittin’ off if they come for me
Uno gang, twenty-seven, they gon’ gun for me
ABK gon’ broad day, he go’n get it done for
I’ma big dog, they a lil’ son to me

[Chorus]
I’m a ty-tycoon, that’s why they hate me
‘Till they throw the sheets on me I’m goin’ crazy
Got Balencis on my feet, they can’t take me
I know I ain’t gon’ be deceased ’til I’m like eighty
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I’m stayin’
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’
I ain’t goin’, no, no, street’s dangerous

[Verse 2]
Fully auto on the seat they let you take it
I ain’t going no, no, no, I’ma spray you
Let my dog’s off the leash, you gon’ hate it
Twin choppers on me, they my favorite, yeah, yeah
Catch me rollin’ in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze
Travelin’ all across the coast for this gravy
Buyin’ gold by the pound, I upgraded
I came from Lil Mexico, a nigga made it
Posted up outside the store I’m the greatest
If you can make it out the bricks thats amazing
I got my gang from out the 6, ain’t no tradin’
You know the side was two guns blazin’

[Chorus]
I’m a ty-tycoon, that’s why they hate me (I’m a ty-tycoon)
‘Till they throw the sheets on me I’m goin’ crazy (Throw the sheets on me)
Got Balencis on my feet, they can’t take me (Got Balencis on me)
I know I ain’t gon’ be deceased ’til I’m like eighty (Yeah, ain’t gon’ be deceased, no)
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’ (Yeah, I’m geeked, man, I’m geeked up)
I been chinchilla sheet wherever I’m stayin’ (Got my chinchilla sheets up)
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’ (Took the Draco on the P, whaddup)
I ain’t goin’, no, no, street’s dangerous (Goin’ no, no, street’s dangerous)

[Outro]
Yeah, ain’t goin’ no, no (Ain’t goin’, no, no), street’s dangerous (Trap)
Ain’t goin’, no, no
Yeah, what you do?
I been chinchilla all of my sheet wherever I’m stayin’
I been gettin’ so damn geeked, I been prayin’
Took that Draco on the PJ, I ain’t playin’
I ain’t goin’, no, no (Ain’t goin’, ain’t goin’)
Starin’ at the candle
Feel the pain on me, nigga, it don’t matter
Get my currency exchange, got my bands up

88GLAM – Swim Lyrics

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[Intro]
1K (1K)

[Chorus: 88 Camino & Derek Wise]
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
(Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (Wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks

[Verse 1: 88 Camino]
Brand new foreign goin’ “Beep, beep” (Beep)
Runnin’ up this game, we got the cheat sheet (Cheat sheet)
We go back to back like my CCs (Back)
I got cabbage patch, I got seaweed (Rack)
Run up rack, rack, racks on the briefly (Yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt in the back of the foreign, the backseat gon’ recline back
Run up my racks when I’m tourin’, I’m never gon’ get this time back (Time)
40 pointers in my chain, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout (What I’m talkin’ ’bout)
Told you this ain’t no game, man, coach call timeout (Time)
Still talkin’ down online, you need to sign out (Yeah)
I can never be no jank, I made up my mind ’bout

[Chorus: 88 Camino & Derek Wise]
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
(Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (Wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks

[Verse 2: Derek Wise]
Runnin’ it back like avoidin’ the sack, keep me a shooter that got it attached (Yeah)
I know one day I’ll be catchin’ that rat, one in his leg and then one in his ab (Pew, pew, oh yeah)
All of this spendin’ while makin’ a stack, all of these bitches is makin’ me mad (Mad)
Got all these stripes like I’m wearing the plaid, speakin’ no English, you wearin’ a badge (Yeah)
And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (Yeah)
Too many poles, never ran, took the measures in my hands (Racks, racks, yeah)
And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (Can’t)
Too many trips, where do I land? Hop out the PJ into a Lamb’ (Yeah)
That ain’t no stack, it’s minimal flex, stumble on racks, now I’m watchin’ my step (Arriba)
Drive the Bugatti, it fly like a jet, I walk on this beat like a pimp with a limp (Yeah)
Shoot at his dog like I work at the vet, green light is on, keep one in the head (Pew, pew)
Pourin’ me up, yeah, I’m sippin’ the red, that money go long, sleep when I’m dead (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: 88 Camino & Derek Wise]
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
(Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (Wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks

Marlo – Pointers Lyrics (feat. HoodRich Pablo Juan)

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pablo Juan, nigga
Let’s go

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
That thirty-six came with a .40 Glock
Got racks in the vault I forgot about
Four rings on, pushin’ the Audi out
Beat the case, they can’t prove without a doubt
Pull up new Benz, tennis chain with the pointers
You f**k niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
[?] cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
I need a thick bitch if she loyal
See the Wizard of Oz and the [?]
She a freak, she let me f**k her like a whore
She suckin’ that dick that’s a chore
She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
Blow the sack like I used to be poor
Kept my gun, same color door
Hood nigga, I f**ked that bitch on the floor

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I’m the heavyweight, take that bitch on a dinner date
Hood nigga, the streets I authenticate
From the PJ’s, shoot the ball in the crate
Forty pointers on, now I can skate
I got on Cuban link, I’m plugged out in the BAPE
C’s my Cartier match Chanaynay
Nut in her mouth like a payday
Put an extra fifty rounds in the AK
I f**k and I’m gone, don’t give me no headache
Stuck, geeked off the lean like I meditate
Rari’ pull up, nigga, who wanna race?
She a freak, she like when I skeet on her face
She killin’ that pussy, I’m catchin’ a case
I can’t go broke I’m [?]
That Rollie gon’ tell me the day and the date
Diamonds hittin’ like Gervonta Davis

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Just bought a brick, came with a .40 Glock
Got racks in the vault I forgot about
Four rings on, pushin’ the [?]
Glad I got rich, nigga, that without a doubt
Pull up, a new whip, tenant chain with the pointers
You f**k niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
[?] cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
I need a thick bitch if she loyal
See the Wizard of Oz and the [?]
She a freak, she let me f**k her like a whore
She suckin’ that dick that’s a chore
She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
Blow the sack like I used to be poor
Kept my gun, same color door
Hood nigga, I f**ked that bitch on the floor

[Verse 2: Marlo]
Marlo
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyer
When he asks about a body, I’ll straight up ignore him
Niggas be [?] real real [?]
Yeah, and the dope came with a Migos FN
And it must be two sides yeah, just me and my friends
Whippin’ that dope and it came out the water [?]
If a nigga play with the gang, and say my name
I will control their block, shots get popped, non-stop
Yeah, I will control that rock
For the money, power, respect the [?]
Yeah, we control the rock

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Just bought a brick, came with a .40 Glock
Got racks in the vault I forgot about
Four rings on, pushin’ the [?]
Glad I got rich, nigga, that without a doubt
Pull up, a new whip, tenant chain with the pointers
You f**k niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
[?] cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
I need a thick bitch if she loyal
See the Wizard of Oz and the [?]
She a freak, she let me f**k her like a whore
She suckin’ that dick that’s a chore
She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
Blow the sack like I used to be poor
Kept my gun, same color door
Hood nigga, I f**ked that bitch on the floor

Jackboy – On A Flight Lyrics

[Chorus]
I just put a baby doll on a flight (On a flight)
She finally agreed to spend the night (To spend the night)
Booty on fleek, just my type (Just my type)
Soon as I get the chance, I’ma pipe (Oh, I’ma pipe)
Swiper, no swipin’, pussy swipe (Pussy swipe)
Pop a sex pill, f**k all night (I f**k all night)
PJ sky writing, f**k on a flight (f**k on a flight)
She gon’ side with me wrong or right (Wrong or right)

[Verse 1]
She gon’ side with me wrong or right
I shoot, she shootin’ too, I fight, she fight
Don’t want me in the streets, I die, she’ll die
Swear it hurt me deep every time she cry
Truth hurts, f**k it, I told a lie
I ain’t mean to cheat, bae, I was tired
Diamond dancing on me, got her shy
Diamond dancing on me, can’t get denied

[Chorus]
I just put a baby doll on a flight (On a flight)
She finally agreed to spend the night (To spend the night)
Booty on fleek, just my type (Just my type)
Soon as I get the chance, I’ma pipe (Oh, I’ma pipe)
Swiper, no swipin’, pussy swipe (Pussy swipe)
Pop a sex pill, f**k all night (I f**k all night)
PJ sky writing, f**k on a flight (f**k on a flight)
She gon’ side with me wrong or right (Wrong or right)

[Verse 2]
Might make her my wife, depend how she f**k me tonight
Hope I don’t catch her uptight
Remaining polite until I get you confined
And f**kin’ you deep from behind
Thoughts in my mind, get on top and grind
Beat the pussy ’til it whine
Got your back, spine
But I’m not your slime so don’t call me slime
Out committing crimes
I should be writing rhymes, not slangin’ dimes
Or slanging iron
‘Cause I’m knee deep in my prime
Bottom to the top, I climb
In the dark, I shine
In the rain, I grind
Ayy, yeah
In the dark, I shine
In the rain, I grind

[Chorus]
I just put a baby doll on a flight (On a flight)
She finally agreed to spend the night (To spend the night)
Booty on fleek, just my type (Just my type)
Soon as I get the chance, I’ma pipe (Oh, I’ma pipe)
Swiper, no swipin’, pussy swipe (Pussy swipe)
Pop a sex pill, f**k all night (I f**k all night)
PJ sky writing, f**k on a flight (f**k on a flight)
She gon’ side with me wrong or right (Wrong or right)

Swae Lee – Back 2 Back Maybach Lyrics

[Intro]
Welcome me
Fifty bad bitches to welcome me, yeah
I’m the man, I’m the man, I’m the man, hey
Every day, I’m the man, I’m the man, yeah (Yeah)
Oh-oh-oh, ooh, woah, hey

[Pre-Chorus]
Every day, I’m the man, I’m the man (I’m the man)
Trapper man, trapper man, trapper man (Yeah)
Fifty bad bitches to welcome me, hey
Fifty bad bitches to welcome me, yeah
Using the cash as an offering
Smokin’ and drinkin’ the contraband
I’m with the gang, when they walkin’ in (Walkin’ in)
Twenty bad bitches, they welcome me (Welcome me)

[Chorus]
Pushin’ that Maybach
I want that back to back Maybach (Maybach)
Money keep callin’ me, collect (Hey)
Give it to me while I lay back (Lay back)
In the streets it get dangerous (Dangerous)
City late night can get dangerous (Dangerous)
Hit me at 6 at the latest
I need to know where it’s safe at
Pushin’ that Maybach (Hey)
I want that back to back Maybach (Maybach)
Money keep callin’ me, collect (Yeah)
Give it to me while I lay back (Lay back)
In the streets it get dangerous (Dangerous)
City late night can get dangerous (Dangerous)
Hit me at 6 at the latest
I need to know where it’s safe at

[Verse]
Shawty’ll hop in and skip away (Yeah)
Pull out the coupe and I got engaged (Yeah)
Show you the ropes, I show you the way
I can feel sorry a different day (Day)
I’m with the fam on the other hand (Yeah)
What part of fly don’t you understand?
What could you do with a couple hundred grand?
Runnin’ the city, they government
I don’t move in disguise
PJ flights, I move in the skies (Skies)
They judge me like trials
Know you too close if you look in my eyes (Eyes)
All the homies by my side (My side)
Bought her Hermes barely will try (Don’t try)
I’ma let the beat cry, Rolls Royce truck, doors suicide (Suicide)
All my life I had to fight (Fight)
Did I manage to survive? (‘Vive)
Will I ever find a wife? (Wife)
Gas got me higher than a kite (Yeah)
Got a 401k on me, I could go out now and retire (Retire)
Your pussy-boy got nine lives, if you lose one you’ll be fine

[Pre-Chorus]
Every day, I’m the man, I’m the man (I’m the man)
Trapper man, trapper man, trapper man (Yeah)
Fifty bad bitches to welcome me, hey
Fifty bad bitches to welcome me, yeah
Using the cash as an offering
Smokin’ and drinkin’ the contraband
I’m with the gang, when they walkin’ in (Walkin’ in)
Twenty bad bitches, they welcome me (Welcome me)

[Chorus]
Pushin’ that Maybach
I want that back to back Maybach (Maybach)
Money keep callin’ me, collect (Hey)
Give it to me while I lay back (Lay back)
In the streets it get dangerous (Dangerous)
City late night can get dangerous (Dangerous)
Hit me at 6 at the latest
I need to know where it’s safe at
Pushin’ that Maybach (Hey)
I want that back to back Maybach (Maybach)
Money keep callin’ me, collect (Yeah)
Give it to me while I lay back (Lay back)
In the streets it get dangerous (Dangerous)
City late night can get dangerous (Dangerous)
Hit me at 6 at the latest
I need to know where it’s safe at

[Instrumental Outro]

Mustard – Interstate 10 Lyrics (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future & YG]
This shit breaking a nigga heart (Yeah)
The person they want a nigga to be (Where that shit go?)
This shit breaking my heart (The gang)
This shit you never see (10 Summers, yeah)
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ
And we taking off, no delay
No delay, we taking up the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet

[Verse 1: Future]
Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better reli-lax
Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact
Married to the game, cop new pink stones
No new friends, cop five new phone
Aston money, need to be the right one
Double up my cups, ooh-ooh, pop one
Cop new drops, upper echelon
Hustlers dream to live lavish
In the middle of the night go to Saturn
Two-tone Patek, go spazzing
Ten brand new whips in traffic
No evidence, no lacking
Bentley routine, go re-up
Fully loaded magazine when you see us
It’s a full time job tryna stay on point
Glock four-zero, hollow points, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ
And we taking off, no delay
No delay, we taking up the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet

[Verse 2: Future]
Game chose me, I ain’t choose this
Empty out the clip before you lose this
If your city on your back and your shoulder
You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier
Vultures, they come with the territory
V12, your motor is mandatory
Whipping the soda, be cool, do the speed
Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve
This is not regular time, you gon’ bleed
Came from the game, ain’t no trust, pushing keys
From the cook up to the tour bus
You see how far ambition took us
We bring all the hood niggas with us
They non-believers, we made ’em believe us
From my block to your block, they love homicides
Looking like a foreign dealership outside, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo
Flew the dracos out at LA on a PJ
And we’re taking off, no delay
No delay, we’re taking off the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet

[Outro: Future]
Interstate 10
We risked it all to get it in
And we would risk it again
It’s breaking my heart, with this currency throwin’
It’s breaking my heart
It’s tearing me up, what you’re doing to me
It’s tearing me apart
This greed and this envy, I don’t know where to go
Don’t know where to start

Future – Tricks on Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah

[Verse 1]
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

[Verse 2]
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let’s go, let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

Quavo – LOSE IT lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it (Go, lose it)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bought her Chanel, surprise on her, yeah (Chanel, yeah)
She so bad, got girls and guys on her (Yeah)
Make me wanna pull out the phone and go live on her, yeah (Yeah)
But I snap back and close my eyes on her (Damn, yeah)
Bad bitch, she bring a team of girls (Damn, yeah)
They all came back after the club (Woo, yeah)
Every city I go, they show me love (Show, yeah)
That’s because we (What?) real thugs (Yeah)
Bet that ice make her drown in the tub (Ice)
Say she got that bag, told her put down on the drugs (Bag)
That the type of shit that make your nigga call in (Brr, woo)
That the type of shit that make your nigga fall in love (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Pull up, I’m the life of the party
4×4 truck sittin’ on Forgis
488 with a 8, that’s shawty
Lime Lamborghini sittin’ pretty, that’s Cardi
Blue Lamborghini Diablo, gon’ Offset’s
Havin’ talks in the Wraith, ’bout to take off
Me and Pee in the Dawn havin’ boss talks
Got the game from, bruh, that’s where I walk
What am I gonna do when all these girls
In the city goin’ crazy over me?
Take the tints off the car so they can see me
Slick, intimidatin’, niggas wanna be me
PJ when we creepin’, they won’t ever see me
Ain’t too into cameras, but they got to see me
Diamonds on my fingers, I’m a superstar
All in there like sneakin’ with a superstar
Hit me if you want, I’m not gonna make a call
Marlo’s still trappin’ in them trap house
Cartier, solitaire, golf ball
Real big dog, I won’t fuck with y’all
Made it to the charts, they know who I am
Shout out to my fans, really fuck with y’all
Internet beef, I won’t get involved
If it’s real problems, then it’s gettin’ solved
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it

[Verse 3: Quavo]
When I say (Lose it)
She gonna make a nigga lose it
I’m talkin’ big money
Big money, thumb throughin’ it (Hey)
Not through with it (Nah, nah)
Not through with it (Nah)
She all on the phone with her last nigga
Say that pussy is mine, he losin’ it (Brrt, yeah)
She poppin’ it, I’m ownin’ it (Yeah)
She droppin’ it, it’s stoppin’ it (Stop), lose it (Yeah)
Out of control, she movin’ it (Ooh, yeah)
It’s movin’ (Woo)
It’s a movie (Woo)
She walkin’ around in Nike leggings (Ooh, yeah)
Just doin’ it (Go!)
Don’t get involved with her besties, they messy
Spent a fifty ball on her neckpiece, she flexing
I don’t give no calls, I just hit her with the texting
Emoji all drippin’, leakin’ waterfalls, yeah

Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

HUNCHO JACK, Travis Scott & Quavo – Saint lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin’ up the O’s, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin’ at the O’s I drank (aw, it’s lit)
You can’t see that on the road, I blank
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin’ up the O’s, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin’ at the O’s I drank (aw, it’s lit)
You can’t see that on the road, I blank

[Verse 1: Quavo]
(Huncho)
What I bought (what you buy?)
I’m just lookin’ at this mansion I bought (straight cash)
It just came with fifteen rooms and a vault (fifteen)
Ocean in the back, top floor a loft (woo), ayy
We gonna slide today (we gonna slide, slide, slide)
She drowning, swim in the Ace
Mob ties, no lace, putting young niggas in place (mob ties)
Remember back then I finessed on my face (finesse)
JanSport book bag and a throwaway (gone)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah)
Yeah, countin’ up the O’s, I thank (thank, alright)
Yeah, lookin’ at the O’s I drank (aw, it’s lit)
You can’t see that on the road, I blank

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Quavo]
Nah, lit ain’t lit for me, yeah, yeah
A four in Brisk, that’s my cup of tea, yeah
Look behind the blinds, nobody can see, yeah
Collect the platinum hits like they jewelry, yeah
I might charge you fifty thousand for the sauce (sauce and drip)
Ace Ventura, Marino, I play with dolphins (dolphins, splash)
Count up the deads, no coffin (coffins, deads)
Pullin’ out that fire, out that arson
A lot of jelly on this PJ, made it say 4K (yah)
You niggas ’round runnin’ down my juice, I ran it back, OJ (it’s lit)
Rubber bands make ’em twerk, diamonds make ’em twerk (pop it, pop it)
Out in LIV every Sunday like you goin’ to church
Fuck wrong with these niggas? (ooh)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah!)
Yeah, countin’ up the O’s, I thank (thank, alright!)
Yeah, lookin’ at the O’s I drank (aw, it’s lit!)
You can’t see that on the road, I blank

ASAP Ferg – Moon River lyrics

Moon river
Wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style
Someday
Oh dream maker

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & (Elle Fanning)]
I ain’t window shopping today
(Heartbreaker)
I got a feeling today
Uh, yeah
How you feeling?
Ferg in the building
Tiffany grills with the all gold filling
[?] I’ma stack it to the ceiling
Only do it for the children
Teach you how to make a million, ayy
Tiffany for the breakfast
[?] what a plate for the necklace
(Dream maker, you heartbreaker)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
*Down*
Moo-moo-moo-moon river wrist
T-Square ring
Room full of glis
Blue give me kiss
In a pool full of Cris
Canary on a finger
(Moon river)
Don’t drool on my drip
How you feeling?
*Hey*
I’m feeling great
(Dream maker)
Got Elle on a block on a crate
I tell them bring all my jewels to the PJ
Believe in love and your dreams will come easy
Easy, easy, easy

[Outro: Elle Fanning]
My Huckleberry friend
Moon river and me

DJ Esco – Chek (feat. Future)

[Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out

[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had the stewardess on the PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

DJ ESCO – Chek Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out

[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had this lil bitch on a PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

Eric Bellinger – Ain’t Ya Ex (feat. Mila J & Tink)

[Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Aw yeah, oh
Player shit only, yeah, yeah, yeah
This gon’ be your favorite song
(Hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
I’ma have to call you
You might have to fall through, yeah
I might just need all of you
Can you give me all you? Yeah
Baby, I’m the one for you, yeah
All I got is love for you
I might put my tongue on you
I wanna eat some of you, yeah

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Said I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, yeah
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga, yeah
I’m a famous like Dex nigga, yeah
She said I remind her of her ex-nigga, yeah
Said, boy you only want the sex, nigga, yeah
But I’ma call, not text nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga, ex-nigga, ex-nigga, yeah
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga
Ex-nigga, I ain’t you ex-nigga, yeah
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain’t your ex, oh, ain’t your ex (It’s Eazy)

[Verse 2: Mila J]
Mila to the rescue (Mila, Mila)
I’m about my checks too (Hold up, Mila)
I’m a goddess so I can bless you (Bless you)
If you’re lucky, I might sex you
First, I gotta know, boy, what that head do? (Oh yeah)
I’ma send a pic to test you (Oh yeah)
I know, I impress you (Oh yeah)
So shoot that PJ, need my leg room
Baby, I ain’t nothing like your ex-bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Let’s get this shit established (Ain’t your ex)
Hella fatter that a bad bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Plus, my booty real, come grab it

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga
Yeah (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga, yeah (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga (ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga

[Verse 3: Tink]
I got this message for my next love
Hope you ain’t as messy as my ex was
Words don’t mean a thing, words don’t mean a thing
You gon’ break my heart, then tell me I changed
Like my ex-nigga
I always swear, I’m freaking on the next nigga
Don’t be like my ex, nigga
I’m gon’ leave you lonely for a day
What you tryna say?
‘Cause words don’t mean a thing
Fuck a car, baby, pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up)
Right now, right now, yeah
I just wanna roll with you
[??] before the [??]
You know what he put me through

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
(I’ma young) Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga(ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex
Ain’t your ex, ain’t your ex (I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga)
I ain’t your ex nigga
Ain’t your ex

[Outro: Eric Bellinger]
Ooh, yeah, Mila, Mila, Mila
Shoutout Tink
She did her thing
And you know me (It’s Eazy)
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
And I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
So take my number, that’s a Eazy Call
Haven’t seen you in a while

Kodak Black – Believe This Shit

[Intro]
Aye I don’t pour that liquor on the floor, I pour it down the drain
Down the sink for my dawgs who in hell and who in jail to drink
You feel me?
Nah mean, nah sayin’
Nah talm’ ’bout

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 1]
Never thought I could make it out the PJ’s
I was just robbin’ with DJ
Shout out to my niggas who in hell right now
And to my dawgs who ain’t got release days
I was doin’ fraud way in D.C
I was doin’ fraud way in Chesapeake
Ain’t nobody wonder about my CD
I was breakin’ and enterin’ B and E
Mama always see me on TV
Cause I hit the news, I was 15
Now she can see me on VH1
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
To all the kids who look up to me
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
Niggas want beef we serve they lunch
We been on the run like six to eight months

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 2]
Kickin’ in doors, Me, Moopa, and Lil’ Wiz
They just pick my dawg up for attempt
They just pick my dawg up for a murder one
My dawg got killed while I was doin’ a bid
We just talked a day before the shit
And he wanted to talk to me again
And now I never know what he wanted to say to me
If I say my dawg in Heaven that would be make believe
I know my grandma made it in Heaven say her grace for me
Now I’m gettin’ all this cake, I could open a backery

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

ASAP Ferg – Kristi YamaGucci lyrics

Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
Damn baby, I been smoking
Been choking and its so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
And choke them even harder
‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s f*cking [??], these are puppies baby
They can’t f*ck with you baby, lord

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks
Dapper Dan all on my back
Double G all on my cap
Monogram on a Maybach
Testing that n*gger like Pap (smear)
Eating that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)
Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write here me a letter
Tell ’em I’m doing way better
“Plain Jane” the song of the year
I’m busy just chasing the lettuce
I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards
I did a campaign with the fellas
Adidas done gave me another deal
And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJ’s
Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sending me all these free clothes
Momma just put it on eBay
I run the sh*t like a relay
Niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me
And Jam Master Jay for TJ

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the f*ckin’ world with this sh*t, baby
Niggas cannot touch you

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
See you flagging and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the f*ck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
You need to get one of these f*ckin’ Motorola’s
Niggas can’t even track us, baby

[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tying up to punks
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talking groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talking niggas, I ain’t talking nada
They ain’t talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, f*cked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m getting buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playing chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losing track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)

ASAP Ferg – Kristi Yamagucci (feat. Denzel Curry & IDK)

[Intro: NickNPattiWhack]
Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
Damn baby, I been smoking
Been choking and its so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
And choke them even harder
‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s fucking [??], these are puppies baby
They can’t fuck with you baby, lord

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks
Dapper Dan all on my back
Double G all on my cap
Monogram on a Maybach
Testing that pussy like Pap (smear)
Eating that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)
Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write here me a letter
Tell ’em I’m doing way better
"Plain Jane" the song of the year
I’m busy just chasing the lettuce
I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards
I did a campaign with the fellas
Adidas done gave me another deal
And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJ’s
Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sending me all these free clothes
Momma just put it on eBay
I run the shit like a relay
Niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me
And Jam Master Jay for TJ

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the fuckin’ world with this shit, baby
Niggas cannot touch you

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
See you flagging and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
You need to get one of these fuckin’ Motorola’s
Niggas can’t even track us, baby

[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tying up to punks
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talking groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talking niggas, I ain’t talking nada
They ain’t talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m getting buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playing chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losing track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)

Taylor Bennett – Minimum Wage

[Intro]
Minimum wage, minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot work for that minimum wage
Minimum wage (yah) minimum wage (yah)
Minimum wage (yah)

[Chorus]
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage (yah)
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage (ooh, yah)

[Verse 1]
Camera got minimum, I need the mems and the M again
I need my benefits, I need that business
I’m running that bitch ’til I’m out of adrenaline
Call up the jet, be like "Son, you been killing it"
Straight off the PJ, I’m right to the dealership
Then I’m back in this shit, that’s how my win is spent
That’s how I spit when I step back that bitch just get you a uh
Forty dollars in a day, that ain’t enough for my babe
I need a house in a hills with a maid
Like "Damn, where the fuck do you stay?", ay
Water dancing on my wrists, uh
Big body with assists, yah
Give a fuck about a bitch, nah
Did some drugs, now we lit, yah

[Chorus]
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage (yah)
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage (yah)

[Verse 2]
I think I need new identity, I need that big bottle Hennessey
I need my pool on infinity, fuck what y’all niggas is ‘finna be
All y’all just feed off my energy
Fuck what y’all people pretend to be
Y’all move as one like a centipede
I’m out the box like you missing me
This is signed field, and sense out officially
All y’all niggas gotta die out eventually
Free smoke, free smoke (yah)
Lil bust, big folds (yah)
Lil glove, big dopes , Chi’ with the crime, same as my way
Way, way, way, way, way back in ’94
Why you think we working nine to fo’?
And Why you think we seling rocks and blows?
Cause we all grew up on a rock and roll
We back and forth like a pendulum
Win for the summer, then back for the win again
You think you winning shit, boy, yo’ ass is innocent
Ignorant to the pen, we ain’t been injured and
Work through this shit like an in-school suspension
Can’t whip out my cop like a bitch’s extension, get
We get on road like them niggas is finished
And we wanna work, but the bands is not getting it

[Chorus]
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage
Minimum wage, I cannot work for that minimum wage
I give you that dollar, you give me the day
‘Cause I cannot fall for that minimum wage

24Hrs & Jose Guapo Link Up “Loose Change”

24hrs has been on a stream of dropping off some solid collaborations for the past two weeks. After linking up with Young Thug and A-Trak on “Ride For Me,” he followed it by handling hook duties on Flosstradamus “2 MUCH.” In addition, he’s also going to be on Tyga‘s Kyoto album so it’s safe to say the Atlanta native is out here on the grind. Today, he links up with Jose Guapo and TM88 on their new collab on “Loose Change.”

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With TM88 on the beat, you know it’s about to be a heater. The new single is a bit more of a slower pace but it still bangs. 24hrs opens up “Loose Change” with his high pitch auto-tuned voice. Jose Guapo’s low voice contrasts 24hrs but together, they make a solid duo. 

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Jose Guapo is gearing up to drop his upcoming project Lingo 2 on March 6th. Keep your eyes peeled for that.

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Quotable Lyrics
Drinking all the alcohol but I don’t want no chase with it
Threesome in the pool, I just lost my bracelet
I ain’t like the Bentley truck, I trade it for the lambo
PJ. Vegas, Tony like to gamble

ZumBee – Funday Onna Sunday

[Intro]
I don’t understand man
All these oldheads feeling like they
You know, just too old to have fun man
If you ain’t having fun, then why you doing it?
(You not too old to have fun)

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 1]
Let’s have a fun day
Monday through Sunday
Don’t want no gunplay
So watch what you say
And you gets no play
Like Bobby Boucher
Three bitches with me
Uno, dos, tres
Got three pretty girls with me and they tryna have fun
I only want you for one night so you can leave when I’m done
Heard your boyfriend got a frown, ’cause you swallowed all my sons
He might as well put it down, it ain’t no bullets in his gun
It ain’t no bullets in your gun and tell me why the fuck you on it
Fourth batter in the lineup, well bitch my bases loaded
Old bread stashed away for rainy days, it’s probably molded
School nigga turned street, when you got caught I know you folded

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop all that flexin’
Blue cheese, salad dressing
Sloppy top, yeah it was messy
With ease, ain’t it a blessing

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 2]
I can (yes), and you can’t (hah)
Big racks (bands), in my bank (cash)
Trash can (ooh), ooh he stank (psh)
He mad (mad) ’cause he can’t (can’t)
He tried to swim with a shark, he gon’ fuck around and drown
I heard they hate you when you up but they gon’ love you when you down
These niggas really ain’t your partners, can’t name one that’s really down
It’s only bosses in my circle, ain’t got time to sit around
We got bananas for you monkeys like we played in Jumanji
My favorite color green ’cause I’m in love with the money
Tryna add to the pot like the bees do the honey
Ate my plate, I need seconds, need it all in my tummy

[Pre-Chorus]
Whoa, they say they closed
Not for me, open them doors
Add cheese on number four
Wish you was me, I know, I know

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 3]
Tried to bring some people with me on this journey, they didn’t listen
Now my bases loaded full, I’m Michael J, he Scottie Pippen
Bitch we up, please check the score
When we was down man y’all was distant
My first hit was slept on, Banana Peels, I’m never slippin’
We can all have fun, Lil Boat to Budden Joe
So let’s all jump around until we reach another mode
Got a little taste of money but I swear I need some more
I’m a fiend for that paper sort of like I’m Curtis Snow
When the cows go moo and the sheep make a sound
Shiny goes boo, pretty ladies skip around
When the clock strikes two all the panties hit the ground
Bases Loaded be the crew, and bitch it’s ZumBee at the mound

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Outro]
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway

Migos – Superstar

(Intro)
“Honorable C.N.O.T.E”
Yeah, yeah
“Buddha Bless this beat”

(chorus)
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), f**k on h**s now “smash”
Tats and golds “tats”, rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski “splash!”
Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her “delete it!”
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers “uh”

(Verse 1)
Pockets lettuce, uh
B*tch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
You got that swag (Drip!)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
Free my n*gg*s, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student failin’
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement
I’m out my element, out my, out my element (woo!)
My n*gg*s the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
Bought the gang, all brand new chains (ice ice)
Swerve the lane, call the group “the gang” (gang, gang)
Whip that thing, then she give me br**n (ooh, yeah)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the t**l**s out (try and do it)
N*gg*s don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they c**chies out
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon’ make ’em eat that d*pe until we glow (eat it up, eat it up)
Rich n*gg*s straight to the top floor (top)
On more PJ’s than Pablo
Wrist like water go to Cabo
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Your money too small, micro (woo)
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (reload)

(Chorus 2)
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah “yeah”
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), f*ck on h**s now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinking bout posting her on the gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

(Verse 2)
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Freeze to death (freeze), had to freeze the lane (freeze)
Camera phone, Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Turn your lights off, n*gg*, we’ve been on (been on)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
I put my heart inside this sh*t ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
What’s a leg? We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (reload)

(Chorus 2)

(Verse 3)
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Offset!
Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
N*gg*s grouped out for a shout
Marvin the Martian (Martian)
I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Precede with caution (caution), Skeleton AP is frosted
I sit back and read the offense (read)
My h*e is addicted to faucets (woo)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel)
Stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
Hey, private jet, yeah, Thotty wanna f**k the same s*x, yeah
Diamond mil’ mil’, yeah, I’ma keep the b*tch on welfare (woo, woo)
The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
Geeked on Mars, gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)

(Chorus 2)

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Meek Mill – Fall Thru

[Intro]
Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 1]
Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 2]
I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Bridge]
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I’m an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

Marc E. Bassy – So Simple (feat. G-Eazy)

[Marc E. Bassy:]
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
You came to my party, with your young socialite
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back
She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back
Now she wanna come back to me

But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple

[G-Eazy:]
She’s so simple
She’s so cliché
She’s so gossip
She say, he say
She wants me back, says that each day
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
One shot, play me, I become ghost
You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Driving through the city full of lost souls
Just be careful look out for the potholes
But now I know how to spot those

[Marc E. Bassy (G-Eazy):]
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
That vintage fits you good
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah)

Russ – Prosper

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

[Verse 1]
Eating in Italy
Golfing in Glasgow
Swimming in Switzerland
Mr international
All off these rap flows
All off these chord progressions
All of these kicks, snares, melodies and tour investments
I put my own money up so no one tells me shit
I know what you about to say before you tell me it
You so predictable
I’m so in tune with it
I gotta folder with a lotta women’s nudes in it
I gotta Rolex
I gotta lotta chains
But none of that is worth as much as memories that I’ve gained
I’m flying PJ’s
50,000 each way
Live from the peach-state
I hit the sweepstakes
These days they all scream Russ
Some are screaming hate
Some are screaming love
Fuck it everytime you judge I get paid
That’s what my mom told me
I’ma cop the wheels of fortune cause you owe me
Pat sayjak shit, pat sayjak shit
Might get a maybach for maybach just to say that shit
I gave a million to the government
I pay taxes
Did I say government I meant the mob
I hate that shit
Legal extortion of half my fortune
Soon as the tour ends a portion of my racks like Nordstrom gets taxed
If that’s the cost of doing business dog I need loopholes
Luckily the money getting longer than manute bol
Sumo it’s time to put my foot down
Picked up the gin around the time I put the kush down
I still smoke a little but not without a shot in me
Connected to my higher self yeah that’s the god in me
I’m just tryna stay on top like an apostrophe
Bitch I’m tryna win fuck only being a nominee
I’m a one of one, Russ is an anomaly
Coming to your city and boosting its economy

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

[Bridge]
Just live your truth and do you
They hate honesty boo hoo
Just count up all your blessings
Big or small they’re still all blessings

[Verse 2]
Three accounts each over a milli
Rap game so crazy if I’m sober I’m silly
Yeah I drink, yeah I smoke
But that’s natural elixirs
You live like your future ain’t in the picture
I’m high up out in Malibu
The road to real wealth is always paved with different avenues
The difference in dividends
Is multiple businesses
I got end of year goals too big for Christmas lists
I’m dropping these jewels
I’m breaking the rules
I take your negativity and I use it as fuel
These rappers are food
Yeah I’m still hungry
I own apartment complexes that’s real money

[Chorus]
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I saw I conquered
No fake shit against me shall prosper
Yes I came I conquered
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say
And they don’t wanna see you win
So its fuck them till the end
And they always gonna hate
Always gonna have some shit to say

Tee Grizzley – Beef (feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain’t nothin’ to talk ’bout
Let’s get it

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
If I wanted a nigga gone, he a dead man (He through)
Say my name on his song, he a dead man (That’s your ass)
Tryna hide behind your niggas, that’s your man’s ass (nigga)
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Don’t get it twisted, bitch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin’)
Fuck with me, I’ma come to where you stand
And walk in your house with big shit like I’m finna move in
(Tell that bitch, we in this bitch)
Let me say that I don’t wanna see you bustlin’ (Kill the niggas)
Niggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here)
And then don’t shot cribs, they gon’ give you one chance
Like nigga, come outside or we gon’ come in, boy

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, nigga diss me in these raps, how we gon’ go about it (We gon’ go about it)
When we wack ’em, shit Obama prolly gon’ know about it (Brr)
Load the chopper, crack the window when we rollin’ by (There it go)
Fuck a drive-by, run ’em down so we know we got ’em (Hit ’em)
Know we chopping, test ’em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
All this money got me thinking what I owe my rivals (Pussies)
A nigga said we tried to squash it then you know we lyin’ (Fall)
I told my youngin’ grab that rifle, set that boy on fire (Brr)
Couple niggas used to be with us, we ain’t make it to they funeral, they said that we did it
If we make it through the summer, we gon’ leave niggas (Like what?)
Like it’s [??] order, we gon’ squeeze niggas (Facts)

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (It’s on)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
I see the fear in your face, nigga (Lying)
And ain’t no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real)
I chase nigga, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
Tell ’em Leek, that lemon squeeze ain’t for lemonade, nigga (No)
I ain’t no hatin’ ass nigga, but I hate niggas (Hate ’em)
What they gone do, that doctor ain’t got shit to save niggas (It go)
I’m through the city in that Range with my thang, nigga (On my momma)
Say my name and get banged, that’s on gang, nigga

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Still putting Draco’s on the plane, nigga (Draco)
Stopped the PJ in your city, we ain’t playin’ nigga (Skurt)
Heard he sneak dissing, seen him, what you sayin’, nigga (What you sayin’?)
Lost the memory, him must have had them Xans in him (On them Xans)
Still ride SRTs with the yams in ’em (SKurt)
Rental in my cousin’s name with the grams in him
Catch his homie out in traffic, that’s your man, nigga? (That’s your man?)
He say he don’t fuck with you and he a fan of us, pussy

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
These niggas tweet a lot, these niggas text alot
What they gone do when I pull up and make em’ catch a lot?
Blue beam on that choppa Kamehameha
I throw them dragon balls at you like I’m Kakarot (boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 6: Meek Mill]
Circle through your hood, where your crew at? (Where your crew, nigga?)
Send your whole squad a message like a group text (Uh, brr)
Hit your dawg 20 times, nigga, you next (You next)
Squeeze that Glock until my trigger blue-black (Bow)

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living (Brr)