Big Baby Scumbag – Texaco Lyrics

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like domino
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Verse 1
I just bought a bitch, I just bought her new hibachi
I just f**ked this bitch, I just kick it like karate
I got teriyaki, I got juice – sake sake
I just slit my wrist, I just cook that bitch wasabi
Air Max 90 on my feet that’s why I’m walking now
Jewelry round my neck, told your bitch to walk it down
If it ain’t bout getting money watchu talking bout
I just pulled up I don’t dance I just Diddy Bop
Pull up with yo baby mama, pull off with Madonna
My bitch boujee she like Gucci, Louis, Bally, Prada
I be all about a dollar bitch I need that guala
I let’s doi , o let’s do it like a Waka Flocka

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like dominos
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Verse 2
Yeah I got that swag flu, think I need a theraflu
Shorty what that mouth do yeah I got a bad too
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, you ain’t made a hit nigga
All I know is rich niggas, Polo this ain’t Hilfiger
I don’t want a deal with you, I just want a mil quicker
Polo boy shawty on the track that’s why I kill niggas
I don’t want a deal with you, I just want a mil quicker
Polo boy shawty on the track that’s why I kill niggas
Look, bitch I’m all about that Benji ballin like I’m Penny
My crib dirty like them dishes, all my bitches pretty
I been stuntin for a minute nigga I ain’t finished
I just wanna cop a Bentley just to say I did it

Hook
You can call me ugly bitch, but you can’t call me broke
All my niggas blowing gas like it’s Texaco
Ten toes, lay em down just like domino
Acrobat money flipping till it can’t fold

Gucci Mane – Bad Bitch Lyrics

GUCCI MANE
Bad Bitch Lyrics

(Hook)
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this cash, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this gwop, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby gonna get that gwop, baby gonna get that money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money

(Verse)
Got a bad bitch that get money
So I’m back, cop 55 hunned
Spend a cool mill on her condo so she parked up Jag in front it
75 bags she stuntin
Click a bad bitch and she runnin
On bedrock, call it 10 to 5 cuz it’s homicide how she stuntin
Need a handicap stick cuz the car she drive, man I swear that bitch retarded
At the Heat game with them red bottoms, she go hard all night, we plannin
And I don’t know what you heard bout her but my little hoe getting money
Just me and her, no entourage
Bout to walk in the club with that onyx
Walk in, I’m too spiffy
Yea I got my 4-50
That corn bread, that real giffy
I turn yo man to a damn memory
I’m the biggest baller of this down central
Let me refresh yo damn memory
Me and Waka Flocka, baby back to Benjie
Yall pussy ass niggas better pay attention

(Hook)
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this cash, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this gwop, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby gonna get that gwop, baby gonna get that money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money

(Verse)
One thing I don’t care about
Is asking bout another hoe whereabouts
I’m caked up, no karat on
Ball so hard gotta me carry me out
I’m across the border, they bring it to me
So why get a audit? Better carry it out
f**k mo hoes that would shame me
So no hoe will wanna marry me now
She a bad bitch, she get real gwala
Nigga can’t f**k her for 100$
Got a taxi service and a beauty parlor
And she go to school, she a role scholar
To a young girl she a role model
In 6 years suck the cold out ya
Ride er like a porn model
Catch her in the club with a gold bottle
Got O heads on them all hunneds
She a young hoe with old money
Too fine, too loyal
Ain’t nothing that she won’t do for ya
All my home boys tryna f**k
But that’s just my crew for ya
And that pussy’s so good
I wish that it was too were ya?

(Hook)
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this cash, bad bitch get yo money
Baby you deserve this gwop, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money
Baby gonna get that gwop, baby gonna get that money
Bad bitch get yo money, bad bitch get yo money

Tony Yayo – King Of The Pyrex Lyrics

TONY YAYO
King Of The Pyrex Lyrics

[Intro:]
[Soulja Boy:] S.O.D Money Gang, it’s 2010, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] The Unit!
[Soulja Boy:] Tony Yayo, what’s happening?
[Tony Yayo:] What’s good Soulja!
[Soulja Boy:] I see you, G-Unit, nigga!
[Tony Yayo:] Yeah! Remix!

[Soulja Boy:]
I’m a superstar bitch, get your telescope! (yup!)
All eyes on me like a microscope! (yup!)
Me and Yayo doing shit that you ain’t never seen (yup!)
I’m flipping through you weak bitches like a magazine.
And girl jumpin’ on my dick like a trampoline (yup!)
Each instrumental it’s a different murder scene. (yup!)
19 living all my motherf**kin’ dreams (yup!)
I can get a hundred thousand in these Gucci jeans.
If you left the game they wouldn’t miss him
I kicked in the door, f**ked up the whole system!
Couldn’t explain how this shit feel
I’m real important like a hundred dollar bill! (yup!)
E’rybody want me! – Yeah, they want a piece of me!
Attack all you want man there ain’t no defeatin’ thee.
S.O.D terror! (yup!) – Yeah, it’s new era! (yup!)
Boss money?, shouts-outs to the New Era.
Nigga I’m good for ya – like a vitamin.
250 G’s just to make my tire spin.
S.O.D, bitch my chain look like lightening,
Hoes at my party but we didn’t invite the bitch. (Yayo: REMIX!)

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit the lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!

[Tony Yayo:]
Rockerfella law (yup!) – Cut a lot a time (yup!)
I keep my head above water New York State of mind. (yup!)
I get shot for the shines like Waka Flocka (yup!)
The last bake and the fiends are flocking.
We got that Bobby and Whitney throw you a price and you hit me
I throw that bitch on a scale in a jiffy. – But don’t miss me!
“More money, more power” that’s the motto!
That’s why the US assassinated Pablo. (assassinated Pablo)
I read palms and the Bible (Bible!)
They tell me pray for my haters but I really find it hard to.
Designers drugs, designers clothes. (uh-huh!)
My whole neck froze! (uh-huh!) – We Steve Nash hoes. (uh-huh!)
S.O.D/G-Unit we G’d up (G’d up!)
Move 10 bricks now it’s time to re-up! (re-up!)
I move around with the Nina
With a bad bitch with an ass like Trina. (daaaamn!)
“New York State Of Mind” (yup!) – like Billy Joel (yup!)
I Godfather the blunt – the whole Philly swoll. (pick that up, man!)
All my cars are clean – the new and old (VRRRM!)
I’m fresh in the town connected with my Kin folk. (that’s my cousin!)
Bitches talking ’bout a nigga like Miss Info
I’m in the kitchen water whipping getting more dough. (uh-huh!)
Me and Soulja ridin’ round in the Lambo’ (uh-huh!)
We gettin’ money so we ain’t cuffing no hoe! (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
Street manuscript, cocaine analyst
King of the pyrex, I whip it up and I hit a lick.
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick!
I am chef, I can show you how to split a brick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I whip it up, then I hit a lick!
I whip the pyrex, then I hit a lick! (G-Mix!)