Youngboy Never Broke Again – Long Rd Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Felipe S)
Yeah-eah, uh, uh
I, oh, oh, oh, I, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
Took it to ten and another level
Screamin’, “f**k all that love,” steady runnin’ it up
Let her get me caught up, I’ll never let her
When they see me pull up in that double R truck, they’ll never just think that I been a felon
They would think all this fame what brought all the pain, been dealin’ with this since I was eleven
I’m at odds with his man ’cause I took off his brain
And I’m steady flexin’ and steppin’
I just went bought a new coupe
I ain’t feelin’ no pressure, cash out on a Lam’
Won’t be no comparin’ between me and you
Since sixteen, young nigga been rich
Nigga just turned twenty, still havin’ this shit
f**k everybody hatin’, I’m as real as it gets
Leave my sons with this money, I throw out the pitch (I got you forever, lil’ nigga)

[Chorus]
On a long road (Long road)
I ain’t tryna find my way home (I ain’t tryna find my way home)
I believe I can (Believe), I know somewhere (I know)
I’ll find peace all alone (On my own)

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ah

[Verse 2]
Drop off the bag and I pick it up
If you want me to do it, then it’s all for your love
I’ma stay in the house, I ain’t going to no club
In this bitch gettin’ it in, taking pain with the drugs
Ain’t no love in my heart, I woke up with a mug
Who the f**k is these hoes in this bitch? Get ’em out
Cuttin’ ’em off left and right, like a body, they fold
I don’t like how they rock, I’ma move ’em around
That’s for niggas and hoes, too
Say, “YoungBoy, after all, can you tell me why them people chose you?”
I really don’t know, fool
How the f**k did they find a young nigga who thuggin’
Who coming straight up out the bayou?
I ain’t murder them niggas, please show me your witness
You get out your body, I buy you
Ones that I love treat me like a motherless infant
Can’t say that I forever got you (I can’t)

[Chorus]
On a long road (Long road)
I ain’t tryna find my way home
I believe I can, I know somewhere
I’ll find peace all alone

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ah

[Outro]
Hell nah, I ain’t fold, I’m a rider
Never once I changed on my partners, my day ones
Finna take that pint and pour out the bottle
Thank the ones call me the G.O.A.T., but I’m the f**kin’ slime one, no

Chevy Woods – Did Worse Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Hundred banks for a Kilo, nigga

[Chorus]
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Came up from the bottom, nah, I just want the best, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Came up from the bottom, nah, I just want the best, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)

[Verse 1]
Fake friends sayin’ they real (uh)
My daughter all on my will (uh)
Brand new of that lot (skrt)
[?] on my wheels (woo)
Used to picture no change up (uh)
See me when they changed up
Mad as f**k when we came up (mad)
How the f**k could you blame us
Stay down with my niggas
They want my niggas (they want)
Love for all my niggas
Count it up on my niggas (pff)
We’ll follow up a new bitches (woo)
Getting convos but that’s woman (haha)
It’s just one side, we ain’t switchin’ (gang)
[?]
I just gotta do it, like it’s nothing to it
Actin’ like you want problems, see you runnin’ to it
On the game (on the game)
Never change (no, no, no)
This a G5 jet, you to plane (fshh)

[Chorus]
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Came up from the bottom, nah, I just want the best, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Came up from the bottom, nah, I just want the best, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)

[Verse 2]
I’ve been around the world (world)
Seen no types of girls (woo)
Drunk nights for real (for real)
Club fights for real (for real)
Early mornings in Vegas letter, [?] for real (for real!)
Shit I get the [?] my name on it, got a copyright for real (aw!)
Same game no change up (game)
No sleep we just stay up (hah)
How the f**k could you play us
Your main bitch she play us (haha)
Did it all on my squad (did it)
[?]
Do the shit with no prob’ (no prob’)
You gotta murder the case with no bomb (dang!)
Gotta still my nigga (still my nigga)
Gotta still my nigga (gotta still my nigga)
Could moccasin shoes, I don’t know how to fill my nigga (ah)
On the game (on the game)
Never change (no, no, no)
This a G5 jet, you to plane (fshh)

[Chorus]
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Came up from the bottom, nah, I just want the best, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Came up from the bottom, nah, I just want the best, yea
Did worse with less (did worse with less)
Did worse with less (did worse with less)

Moneybagg Yo – Headstrong Lyrics (feat. Kevin Gates)

[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Money, what’s happenin’?
Yung Lan on the track
Poured up in this bitch with my brother Bagg, you heard me?
Pressure

[Chorus: Kevin Gates & Moneybagg Yo]
I was wrong, I was dead wrong
Good heart but my head strong
Tryna make somebody be
Everything I wanted them to be
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don’t see in me
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don’t see in me
Stayed down and I weathered the storm
Needed helping hands, couldn’t get an arm
I expected them to move how I would if I was in they shoes
Weigh the options ‘fore you choose
Save in case you gotta pay some dues
Now I got more to lose
But still got everything to prove (Hey)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Life’s short but the bread long
Loving hard had my head gone
Streets hot, ’bout to head home
Watch your mouth, that’s a fed phone
Look how far I came, I bust down the clock (Watch)
The roof panoramic, I’m tryna see the top
I dropped a lil’ change to get rid of opps
I flooded the block when they thought I wouldn’t pop (Woo)
Treat ’em how they treat you, had to learn (Learn)
They was selfish, whole time, I was sharin’ (Yeah)
Showin’ love but got hate in return (Damn)
Now I’m heartless and I stand on it firm
(I done seen it all with this money, no lie)
First I lost it once, then I got it twice
You was broke like me, why take your advice?
You can’t live mine, go get you a life (Hey)

[Chorus: Kevin Gates & Moneybagg Yo]
I was wrong, I was dead wrong
Good heart but my head strong
Tryna make somebody be
Everything I wanted them to be
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don’t see in me
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don’t see in me
Stayed down and I weathered the storm
Needed helping hands, couldn’t get an arm
I expected them to move how I would if I was in they shoes
Weigh the options ‘fore you choose
Save in case you gotta pay some dues
Now I got more to lose
But still got everything to prove (Hey)

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Thinkin’ back, I’m a veteran now
No recollection of settling down
Life term came with pedal and brown
Coppin’ them squares and I’m sellin’ ’em ’round
Give you a picture, we smiling, we giggling
Never was lookin’ for sexual benefits
Made a lil’ traction, in love with the energy
Cafe con leche, don’t care, we got chemistry
We in the Porsche, booty, of course
Slim in her waist, cute in her face
Her nigga press hate, be hatin’ on Gates
I don’t got feelings, I married the game
I feel like I’d rather have it this way
Went got me a bag and I’m having my way
Gaining weight, got my bread long
I know you miss me, your head gone

[Chorus: Kevin Gates & Moneybagg Yo]
I was wrong, I was dead wrong
Good heart but my head strong
Tryna make somebody be
Everything I wanted them to be
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don’t see in me
Tryna make somebody see
Everything they don’t see in me
Stayed down and I weathered the storm
Needed helping hands, couldn’t get an arm
I expected them to move how I would if I was in they shoes
Weigh the options ‘fore you choose
Save in case you gotta pay some dues
Now I got more to lose
But still got everything to prove (Hey)

Kevin Gates – Funny How Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
It’s how these hoes do, bro
When shit don’t go, man
They gon’ jump whatever dick jumpin’ at the time, you heard me

[Chorus]
You know I find it funny how, you was actin’ funny ’round me
Wouldn’t let me touch you, ow, think I’m disgustin’
Or I prolly wouldn’t get enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you been actin’ funny now
My name rangin’ money, power, showin’ off your body now
Dancin’ to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin’ me and tellin’ me I’m dead, I’m gonna love you long

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I coulda been like Chance the Rapper
Penitentiary chances, I took a chance at rappin’
Black sheep of the family
Everything I touched would turn to shit
Nobody proud of me
Consistently a fuck up like a black cloud was surrounding me
Niggas I was loyal to, behind my back they clownin’ me
I was really diggin’ this lil’ bitch and she skipped out on me
With this NFL nigga, she went out of town on me
Shoutout to the disbelievers, ‘preciate you for doubtin’ me
When that shit happened with this one, you went put that in the hood
But they both know what’s happenin’ with me, I eat that pussy good
You exposed yourself and now, shit you would never know about
I took a shot, get outta line, you get your brains blowed out

[Chorus]
You know I find it funny how, you was actin’ funny ’round me
Wouldn’t let me touch you, ow, think I’m disgustin’
Or I prolly wouldn’t get enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you been actin’ funny now
My name rangin’ money, power, showin’ off your body now
Dancin’ to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin’ me and tellin’ me I’m dead, I’m gonna love you down

[Verse 2]
You know I’m platinum, I got status on some hood shit
You know I wish, I could not see through all your bullshit
You know I wish it could be us, we could good with it
I done tipped off, a thousand miles past hood rich
I ain’t forget where I came from, we was in them trenches
I can’t forget all my day ones, know I miss you niggas
You did me dirty, now I got you niggas in your feelings
I’m in the booty club, throwin’ money at them strippers
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t know how, I don’t know how to turn down (Say look, it retarded)
God sent me an angel when he sent me Dreka
And it all while in a drought, we made ’em all believe ’em

[Chorus]
You know I find it funny how, you was actin’ funny ’round me
Wouldn’t let me touch you, ow, think I’m disgustin’
Or I prolly wouldn’t get enough money, ouch
I had to buckle down
You my motivation, you the reason why I hustle now
You know I find it funny how, you been actin’ funny now
My name rangin’ money, power, showin’ off your body now
Dancin’ to my music, loud, every show you in the crowd
Textin’ me and tellin’ me I’m dead, I’m gonna love you long

[Outro]
Ayy
Don’t let me catch you niggas standin’ there, uh
I’m supposed to be your baby, I’m supposed to be your baby now

Kevin Gates – Fly Again Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
Back against the wall, what do you hold onto? (Yung Lan on the track)
I know it’s something that we all go through
Just aim for yours
When it rains, it pours
I’ll learn how to fly again

[Verse 1]
Painful game, I made mistakes, but I ain’t never tell on nobody
They called me names, I fell on my face, I started sellin’ narcotics
Thrown in crosses, took some losses, never complained, I went got it
I thought I would be Muhammad Ali, but I didn’t make it with boxing
Defied the odds, went got me a job, but they wasn’t paying me proper
Rap game passed me lots of times, I never hate on nobody
I’m a gangster, my heart colder than Chicago
This black Impala just put bullets in my car door

[Pre-Chorus]
Lord know my heart and I got so much l love to give
He who tries gotta die, put on murder gloves for him, yeah
Lord know my heart and I got so much l love to give
He who tries gotta die, put on murder gloves for him, yeah

[Chorus]
Back against the wall, what do you hold onto?
I know it’s something that we all go through
Just aim for yours
When it rains, it pours
I’ll learn how to fly again

[Post-Chorus]
I was born a prince
The supreme council had advised against this
But I was in love, and I followed my heart

[Verse 2]
No getting used to living a human life (Uh-uh)
May sound stupid, I’m not human, but I’m human-like (Right)
My skin glow in the dark, it’s only safe for me to move at night
Sometimes my eyes turn black while in the pale moonlight (I got you)
I’m your guardian angel (Who?), and it translates into Kevin (Kevin)
No love like mine, another lifetime, we used to be together (We used to be together)
It hurt my heart to see you hurt, in desperate need of affection
Gave up my wings and fell in love, was ‘posed to be your protector
Love somebody else, you broke my heart and it’s just not getting better
The angels telling me that God won’t let me back into Heaven
Bae, I’m tired of playing games with you
I know inside, you feel the same way I do
We the reciprocal of one another, come from the same star
We got the same O’s under our nose and we got the same scars
LA Fitness, wasn’t surprised at all, we driving the same car
Same mall, shopping on impulse, I don’t find it all
Breadwinner, moving them kilos ’round, I’ma supply the raw
Great pretenders, we on the Instagram actin’ like we not involved

[Chorus]
Back against the wall, what do you hold onto?
I know it’s something that we all go through
Just aim for yours
When it rains, it pours
I’ll learn how to fly again
I’ll learn how to fly again
I’ll learn how to fly again
I’ll learn how to fly again
I’ll learn how to fly again
I’ll learn how to fly again

[Outro]
Your majesty
The royal court’s decision is respected and it’s entirely part of Breadwinner world court and executive style
But we both know how to exercise our passionate speech by fluctuation of tone and pitch
May have aroused unwanted recollections of negative occurrences
But no harm would’ve ever come to one possessing royal blood from dying on hand
For as we move in the signs of love, true peace, freedom, and justice
Only he that draws his sword shall be met with brute force
If you would’ve decreed that matter saying we were cleared for departure
I would’ve threw it all away and accepted whatever ridicule or consequence behind my actions
For I believe in our love
And one day maybe in this eternity or another
You’ll see yourself for what I know you to be
A queen
If you ever need me for anything, this line never changes
Such is my love for you
For you are me, and I am you
I’m in love with you
The short moments we shared will forever be appreciated
I never withheld anything from you because my heart rests securely with you
I know you’d never do me a bitch ass thing
My heart will forever hurt to be in your arms
But at least we both know I’m willing to die for my beliefs
‘Cause I’ve died for you before
And regret it not
For I did it all for the glory of love
In closing
I remain the same, I come as I leave
Upright, independent, and fearless
We just both good at pretending
I love you forever
Prince Salahudin
Prince Salahudin
Prince Salahudin

6ix9ine – TIC TOC (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse: AYLEK$]
Aye-aye, AYLEK$!
Your vision division, can’t fit in my time frame
Connecting the dots comparing our dreams
We just say the same thing
Now I’m chasing a bag, and I’m blowing the stacks
Get it back on the same day
No bullshit on my jack, rubber blow in the back
Can you fuck her the same day?
Tell me, how many bands is you really finna spend right now?
If you really wanna dance, you gon’ use no hands
And just shake that upside down
Got a little big booty, bitch, her kitty cat go meow
Got a little AYLEK$ switch, they really wanna put me down

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Get Right Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Get right

[Verse 1]
Had to zip me a lil nigga, show him I’m official
They said I’m pussy, now they tryna play me like a killer
Talk like I’m retarded, I went put them diamonds in my den
Money is my army, drop a bag when I get the feelin’
Shawty got me in my feelings, I can’t get no ass (ass)
Tryna’ blaze, got a man, I ain’t text her back (back)

[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad ’cause she sad with no fuckin’ cash (bitch)
I got no cash and she mad ’cause she fuckin’ sad (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol’ titties like she Tokyo
When we flyin’ out of state, they’ll make it a show
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though, I walk the pounds out the store

[Verse 2]
Brick talkin’ on the job, short with some old niggas
Fo’ nigga, four fifty bands with a cold
Convicted felon posted in the Nawf with a dirty clip
Do that time, he ain’t got no mind, quick to show a nigga
They said I mastermind the game, they tryna burn me out
Bullshit to that lil nigga that they talk about
Benz [?] Benz truck, I’m whippin’ out
I could see they never thought we make bitches change their thoughts
With my lil muslim, man we pullin’ up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I’m not from Iran, that bitch goes bang, I’ma let it blow
Make her touch her legs, one pull up on me, other, head
My bitch right here, can’t speak on that, I know I do that bad

[Pre-Chorus]
But she just mad ’cause she sad with no fuckin’ cash (cash)
I got no cash and she mad ’cause she fuckin’ sad (fuckin’ sad)

[Chorus]
Slim chick, big ol’ titties like she Tokyo (Jets)
When we flyin’ out of state, they’ll make it a show (bet)
What I tell a nigga when he say he want smoke
Yeah we and x-ing though, I walk the pounds out the store

[Outro]
With my lil muslim, man we pullin’ up at any store
Bitch you must be crazy, I, YoungBoy walk on any hoe
Man you get blues, I work their bitches like a telephone
I’m not from Iran, that bitch goes bang, I’ma let it blow

Blac Youngsta – Booty (Remix) (feat. Chris Brown, Jeezy & Trey Songz)

Beatmaster
Yung Lan on the track
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk), what’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom), Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah), then where you goin’? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leechin’ (fuck ’em)
Tourin’ with some bitches (bitches), FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
Sold soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white), 1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid, if she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful, suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies, catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie, I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man included
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shakin’ on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead lettin’ her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never gettin’ rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you sellin’ me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you tellin’ me?
I ain’t playin’ with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid, I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleepin’ on her, I just said she just caught me snoozin’
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci, light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you bustin’ like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fuckin’ heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

Blac Youngsta – Booty (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Chicken in the spot, jerk (jerk)
What’s it in the pot? Work (work, woo)
Push button start, hit one button, turn the whole top to a vert (damn)
Let the AK squirt (boom)
Lamborghini truck, purp (oh)
Nigga play with me, merked (yeah)
Then where you going? Church (let’s go)
Street certified and your nigga know that (know that)
Tell them bitches go and free Kodak (yeah)
While they at it tell them go and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leeching (fuck ’em)
Touring with some bitches (bitches)
FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I’m hard on a bitch, it ain’t easy (yeah)
So soft for the rent, it wasn’t easy (hard)
Tell judge gon’ free Meek Mill (Meek Mill)
21 summers, ain’t sleep still (nah)
Forehead ache like an Advil (white)
1998 got cash still (damn)
Flip that work with a gas grill (ayy)
Fuck around, had to pay gas bill
White 2 door cost your boy half mill (oh)
What you think ya bitch do on a half pill?

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Smash, spank that, ass, gas, smoke that (oh)
Little bitty bitch, throat that, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Pop it, drop it, you know I got the money, bitch, stop it
You a carbon, copy, call me, papi
Can’t pay the bills, she stupid
If she let me hit, I’ll do it
Big booty, black and beautiful
Suwoop, chain got rubies
Batman, Bruce Wayne got groupies
Catwoman, that pussy got boobies
Jump all in it, shoot, fuck it up, back it up, toot toot (twerk)
Big ol’ booty, bih, come over, got her titties in the Gucci
She fit the booty in them fashionova
Yeah, you ain’t no groupie
I’m Lyon like Lucious
That ass on stupid, and I’m tryna smash, man, [?]
I wanna put you on a better team
Her booty shaking on my dick is something that I’ve never seen
I fuck her at the head of the bed instead letting her get ahead of me
I’ma leave the dick in, bitch, you never getting rid of me
Got my money on that ass, okay, what you selling me?
I said I gotta spend a bag, okay what you telling me?
I ain’t playing with yo ass, I already got too many felonies
If my bullet stick out, you gon’ really get the rest of me

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah, smack it up, flip it, rub it down, BBD
Yeah, I know you heard the news about that BBC
Yeah, greatest in that box, RIP Ali
Mmm, she say she love my kids, taste my legacy
Ooh, she go stupid, I’m no Cupid
I don’t cuff her, I can’t lose it
What she say I’m sleeping on her
I just said she just caught me snoozing
Got a Uzi, she so woozy, that big booty such a doozy
I’m too G, word to Gucci
Light a J, that’s word to Juicy, uh
Spread it open like a flower when the sun hit, yeah, uh
Girl, you like a Starburst, sunkissed, yeah
I got you busting like a hunnid drum clip, yeah, uh
I throw a lil’ money, you make me cum quick

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk (lil’ bih)
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

[Verse 4: Blac Youngsta]
Bounce that booty on the floor (shake)
Shake it ’til you get a lil sore (shake)
Show ’em your mama made a ho (shake, twerk twerk)
Go’n ‘head, get a little low (shake)
Shake that booty in the car (shake)
Shake that booty in the store (shake)
(Twerk twerk, shake)
Pop it, stop it, drop it, pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy, I’ma motherfuckin’ rock it (twerk twerk, shake)
I ain’t got no fucking heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start (twerk twerk)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
(Toot toot) twerk
Girl, I wanna see you twerk
I’ll throw a lil’ money if you twerk
I don’t really think you can twerk
(Toot toot) twerk
If you broke, go to work
Make that big booty twerk
Make that big booty twerk
(Toot toot)
Can I touch that booty?
That booty, that big old booty?
Shake that booty, can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty (toot toot)

Ralo – I Swear To God

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, [?] Beats
Yeah, Famgoon (it’s Yung Lan on the track)

[Chorus]
I know you probably thinkin’ of me and thought I forgot
I swear I really miss you a lot believe it or not
You can’t see the feeling ’cause the feeling deep inside
It don’t seem like we tried and we done tried a million times
I told you I’m gon’ ride for mine, do some time for mine
Do a crime for mine, wait in line for mine
I know my turn coming next, what I earn I’ma flex
This is me at my best, I’ma get my request
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god that I’m gon’ make it out this dog
This shit get hard but I think god done built me for it
‘Cause I’m in charge I think I get the biggest charge

[Verse 1]
I’m the coach of the team, I’m the leader and the king
I’m the father in the ring, if I don’t win I won’t leave
Can’t lose, can’t lose, everybody know I can’t lose
If you with me then I thank you, it ain’t nothing that I can’t do
I put my mind to this shit, I put my grind in this shit
Outta sight outta mind, you know you can’t leave the blind
You know you can’t make the [?], they helped everyone except him
Look how many niggas left him, but he did it by himself pimp
I pat myself on the back, I love that nigga to death
Paid a stack for this belt, just to celebrate my wealth
You know I know what I’m worth, I refuse to be hurt
Gotta put god first

[Chorus]
I know you probably thinkin’ of me and thought I forgot
I swear I really miss you a lot believe it or not
You can’t see the feeling ’cause the feeling deep inside
It don’t seem like we tried and we done tried a million times
I told you I’m gon’ ride for mine, do some time for mine
Do a crime for mine, wait in line for mine
I know my turn coming next, what I earn I’ma flex
This is me at my best, I’ma get my request
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god that I’m gon’ make it out this dog
This shit get hard but I think god done built me for it
‘Cause I’m in charge I think I get the biggest charge

[Verse 2]
Got a charge, beat the charge, never see me unemployed
I am always on the job, young nigga working hard
I deserve what I’m getting, I deserve what I got
Even when I got shot, I walked out the parking lot
You know I’m ’round like a dirt bike, fuck these hoes on the first night
I done prayed so damn much I don’t give a fuck what the church like
They gon’ make me lose my temper, and stopping me is not simple
Put a hole in a niggas jaw, and I ain’t talking about a dimple
Ever since I can remember, I just been stuck in the center
I cannot get out the center, I just been stuck in the middle
I’ve been tryna shake it off, I’ve been tryna get it off
I’ve been tryna leave it ‘lone, I’ve been tryna go back home
This shit won’t leave me alone

[Chorus]
I know you probably thinkin’ of me and thought I forgot
I swear I really miss you a lot believe it or not
You can’t see the feeling ’cause the feeling deep inside
It don’t seem like we tried and we done tried a million times
I told you I’m gon’ ride for mine, do some time for mine
Do a crime for mine, wait in line for mine
I know my turn coming next, what I earn I’ma flex
This is me at my best, I’ma get my request
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god that I’m gon’ make it out this dog
This shit get hard but I think god done built me for it
‘Cause I’m in charge I think I get the biggest charge

Shy Glizzy – More Clips Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Trauma Tone
Young Jefe holmes

[Verse 1]
I used to sleep in them trenches
Now I’m in a house on the water
My bitch she a pretty New Yorker
No none of you cannot afford her
‘Cause she need a nigga that spoil her
I want her to give me a daughter
Bitch I got some goons in New Orleans
And they shoot them choppers and forties
I used to in the alley, where all of my niggas caught bodies
And they lost they foot in the sorry street
I needed my niggas beside me
Young Jefe, I’m a boss
No none of these niggas can fire me
And she let me get all her trust
Now she doing too much entirely
Girl how could you ever get tired of me?
Girl look at my face, don’t you lie to me
I knew that they wasn’t gon’ ride for me
They lied when they told me they proud of me
Bitch I really came up from poverty
Know you just in love with my salary
Now I don’t smoke shit but that Cali weed
We mobbin’ deep, I’m a prodigy

[Chorus]
This shit that I got on, you can’t afford this
I just left from Paris, bonjour bitch
I promise you don’t want to go to war bitch
I just got a chopper, came with four clips
Gave that girl a home, she was an orphan
Please leave me alone, I’m on some more shit
I was dead broke, I’m tryna make the Forbes list
Every time we get a check then we buy more clips

[Verse 2]
GG, king of DC
Pull in my new whip on a fuck nigga like beep beep
Chopper hold a hundred, guaranteed to get a three piece
Tell me do you want it, make us put that shit on repeat
She can make me shoot my gun, yeah she the only one
Don’t want to be a player girl, feel like Big Pun
She shake her pom poms, tell a nigga uh-uh
She fuckin’ with a don, she don’t need a son son, yeah
I come from the Yo girl, we say kill ’em all
Sold a lot of dope, yeah I fucked a lot of hoes
I rock a lot of gold and I rock a lot of shows
I rap ’bout how I’m trappin’ but it feel like rock and roll

[Chorus]
This shit that I got on, you can’t afford this
I just left from Paris, bonjour bitch
I promise you don’t want to go to war bitch
I just got a chopper, came with four clips
Gave that girl a home, she was an orphan
Please leave me alone, I’m on some more shit
I was dead broke, I’m tryna make the Forbes list
Every time we get a check then we buy more clips