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Tory Lanez – Proud Family lyrics

[Sample: Destiny’s Child – Solange]
You and me, we’ll always be tight
Family every single day and night
Even when you start acting like a fool
You know I’m loving every single thing you do

[Verse 1]
Fuck it, you made me proud of me
‘Cause I know that you doubted me
Even told me I would never get with ya
Told me I could never get with ya
But this pride in me, wouldn’t let you slide by me
That’s when I came back ’round
I played my game with no respect
I finessed just to make me seem down but
I finessed ya, it was all a stresser
I was young nigga messed up, fucked your head up
Should have never came round
You let me in and I let you down
I was wrong ’cause I fought all the game, baby
You name crazy in the streets, got ’em sayin’ things
My pride was the cause of it all
I apologize for the flaws in it all, wrongs in it all ’cause

[Hook]
You and me, we’ll always be tight
Family every single day and
And even when I starts acting like a fool
Somehow I always could fall back on you
When I’m not proud and always like myself
It’s hurting you more than anybody else
And every day, what I try not to do
Is let my pride get between me and you

[Verse 2]
Baby, I should have listened when you told me
I would do better as the homie yeah
Right there, I should have took a note
But pride was buggin’ on me
I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t make excuses now
‘Cause I know that it’s useless now
You know what the truth is now
You swear you know how I do shit now
So I’ll be gone ’til November
Talkin’ old Timberlands in the winter
With this .5 on my side with my .40
You moved on but you still are my shawty
I don’t wanna lie because I’m right with you
You always picked me up, I don’t get you
I been tryna find your heart, I’m still tryin’
You can find someone else but you’re still mine

[Hook]
You and me, we’ll always be tight
Family every single day and
And even when I starts acting like a fool
Somehow I always could fall back on you
When I’m not proud and always like myself
It’s hurting you more than anybody else
And every day, what I try not to do
Is let my pride get between me and you

Tory Lanez – Bal Harbour lyrics

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Pulling up Rolls Royce
Gave them no choice
When I’m telling bitches hop in
Rolls Royce gave them no voice
Push button and the doors close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you fuck niggas I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause fuck nigga weighing me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that shit playing around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m trynna do is put my dog on
Get this money till it’s all gone

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I just fucked your bitch, now she hanging with the crew
She hopped up in my whip cause she know I got l the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switching lanes , nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me baby
These dollar signs be driving me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday
I love her then fuck her like everyday
Im gonna just cuff her fuck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you fucking with him he cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil dome in the lair

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

Tory Lanez – What’s Luv lyrics

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
New York City
We got another one
Tory Lanez the don
Whole Umbrella in here
Coscto baby
Nyce B

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
Tell me what’s love, when I need that
Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
You still on the down low
Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
You know what I’m round for
I done came round to see you drop down on me
Do it slowly
Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
She is so bad might need a police
Stomach on flat, ass obese
Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
Know you got a man but this is lowkey

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

[Verse 2: Nyce]
And I got two different girls on me
It ain’t easy, to get em off me
‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
Still a nigga mean with the wrist
She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
What’s love got to do with it
I could show you just what to do with it
Come through, I’ma let you get it
And you know what I do with..

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

Tory Lanez – Slow Down lyrics

[Hook]
Slow down, it’s for you
Slow down, nigga wanna know you
Slow down, When I fall through
(Slow down, When I fall through)

[Verse 1]
Yeah nobody put it on me, the way you put it on me
I see can nobody put it on me, why you been doin’ that, the way you did it on me (oh)
Could I act ya did it wrongly?
Could’ve backed ya, bid it on me
He be back on my niggas, we sippin’ Henney on me
He was like I betcha, came back maggie, I had a goalie
She was gwanin’, pretty dawskie, pulled up on it
Got the number, now I’m scorin’, Mike Jordan
Fuck them niggas, you know them niggas-type boring
Fly with me, ‘cuz you know a nigga type soaring
Gettin’ that pussy and I’m like Gordon
Sex in it yeah and the dirty Sprite pouring
Got a nigga feelin’ like we on a night flooring
Even if we on a night floor but
Hit the department stores in the mall and buy everything ya like, sportin’
Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya
Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya
Shawty, you know ain’t no price on ya

[Interlude]
[?] I guess yeah
I guess [?] feel lik
This shit is supposed to be like it used to be like
[?]
You know [?]

[Verse 2]
And when I put it on you
Tell me you gon’ let me put it on you
Tell me you gon’ let me pull up on you
Sell me and hope in that brand new coupe
Songs like this remind me of Keisha
Times like this remind me of Teesha
Used to sneakin’, why yo mom’s leaving?
And we will play it all, blackings on TV
Riskin’ it all up in these dark streets
Tellin’ you I love you for the wrong reasons
Tellin’ you I love you when they start squeezing
But really I just need somewhere to come creeping
I never meant wrong, but I.. couldn’t been honest, I-I know I’m wrong but a 4 ‘o clock form is all in the morning
Have me gwanin’ and gonin’ off on you baby
I fell halfway for you, I did that thing for you
Made this pathway for two
How you goin’ act like you for you know
We can change, winter to the summer on a cruise oh
Turn around, look up by the pool
Starin’ down, looking at my view why you look up at the views oooh

[Outro]
Slow down
Slow down
Slow down

Tory Lanez – Wraith Talk Lyrics

[Intro]
Lightin’ up a Cuban cigar down Collins Ave
This that type of shit
Saucy, yeah, you know this that
It’s that light that Cuban cigar in the Wraith music
No excuses
I feel marvelous by the way

[Verse 1]
Look uh, first off, I’m poppin’ nigga, fuck all y’all
Y’all lucky I don’t let this thing touch all y’all
Swavey, uh
It’s been a while man, uh
Say the name for a nigga greatest ever
New Toronto very own, bitch, I made another
Made songs ’bout Teyana and Karrueche
I should have pulled some fly shit and had them date each other

[Interlude]
Lemme talk my shit
I told y’all was gon be a lovely evenin’, I told you
This that shit you just
You just smoke an L to and sit the fuck back
And look at your life like, “Look what I did”

[Verse 2]
Uh, I run the city in my joggers
Niggas talkin’ like bloggers
Villas and apartments
Movin’ like Vinny Vargas
Case closed, deal open talkin’ large shit
Got me out on South Beach with the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin’ Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin’ time nigga
Lately I’ve been fuckin’ bitches two in time
Sellin’ flows, sellin’ shows, plus keepin’ you in line
Oh it’s hard
Still I do it and money it comin’ fluent
Spittin’ like I need to check my fluids
But I get a check from all these niggas like I’m Jewish
Stupid money comin’, got a nigga feelin’ foolish
I stunt harder, single number 1 charter
Two platinum plaque singles off of one starter
I been harder, been smarter
Boy, they got me movin’ like the hall of fame
Arm through the rim, Vince Carter
Your flow easy and your beats bore me
I done bossed up the city, whole street saw me
In a pair of a red bottoms and fatigues on me
Plugged up ’til the day they call police on me
Say my shit the hardest ’cause my shit the hardest
In ten years, we’ll check back ’bout who’s the bigger artist
Whole clique of artists and they ’bout to get shit started
Even though the kid alone, could have your shit deported
I see talkin’ slick now
I got a million for every word out your slick mouth
Lucky I can’t even argue with them little guys
I’m more focused on gettin’ niggas legitimised
I own the land, I own property, the enterprise
I’m still stuntin’, fuckin’ all your bitches inner thighs
My watch ten glass can get a nigga killed
P.E., gym class the way I’m in the field
Drove the Rolls round Toronto, show the kid’s its real
340 cash, fuck how niggas feel
I was broker than the joker
Now I need a bag
Spanish bitch la vida loca
Bitch name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Niggas say it’s love, though it’s not love
So I’m in the VIP strip club section, I’m gettin’ hot rubs
Big dutty .45 on me, in case they pop up
‘Cause when the shot sober
Niggas leave you slouched over in the couch sofa
Dawg, especially when the block know ya
And your hater steady talkin, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until the plots over

[Outro]
I’m not gon’ play nice with you niggas man
Fuck you want me to do? I’m sorry
Over here in one umbrella, you know
We got a no fuck nigga policy, know what I’m sayin’? One of those
I’m not one of them niggas that you just
You know you just see me out on a random blue
And you see me in my Wraith and you just pull up
And shoot your gun at me
You gotta make certain calls for that, baby
You gotta talk to certain people
Before you make those moves
Oh I know you

Tory Lanez – Ignition lyrics

[Sample]
Over babe
Put this, put this stand up in your trunk, babe
So buckle up cause this can get bumpy, babe
Honey, we gon’ mess around and get a ticket, babe
I’m sayin’, I’ma go, yellow light
Do it slow, red light
I’ma stop when I hear you say
Switch lanes, hit the signal
Take a break, hit the hazards when we park

[Verse 1]
Woah yeah, you’re so wet, I’m slippin’, I’m slidin’
Woah, babe, I cannot wait to get to your body
I don’t want interruptions
Does life don’t interrupt us
You can scream my name up in there
You can scream my name up in there

[Hook]
‘Cause I like your style, I put chrome in with you
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin’
But you gon’ know my name by the way I whip it, yeah

[Bridge]
Woah, this is ain’t the time for second guessin’
What’s goin’ on in my body, woah woah
If you say you’re mine then baby
You can’t change your mind

[Verse 2]
We mix Hen with the ‘tron, like so what I’m drunk
It’s the freakin’ weekend, I’ma have me some fun
Rollin’ a blunt, OG my bee
And I’m tearin’ that shit up when you fuckin’ with me
I don’t want interruptions
I just wanna get to the function, baby
I’m not one for assumptions
But I still want ya

[Hook]
‘Cause I like your style, I put chrome in with you
I can take my keys, put it in the ignition
And you still on me, got your engine tickin’
But you gon’ know my name by the way I whip it, yeah

[Bridge]
Woah, this is ain’t the time for second guessin’
What’s goin’ on in my body, woah woah
If you say you’re mine then baby
You can’t change your mind

[Verse 3]
Girl, when I’m finished
Put the windows up
Blast the radio
We not givin’ a fuck
Cruisin’ round and round
Girl, we livin’ it up
We just thuggin’ it out
We not givin’ a fuck, fuck
Yeah yeah yeah
See it comin’

[Outro]
Now I’m not tryin’ to be rude
But hey pretty girl I’m feelin’ you
The way you do the things ya do
Reminds me of my Lexus coupe
That’s why I’m all up in ya grill
Tryin’ to get you to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The way you got me playin’ the field
So baby gimme dat “Toot toot”
And lemme give ya that “Beep beep”
Runnin’ her hands through my ‘fro
Bouncin’ on twenty fo’s
While they sayin’ on the radio
It’s the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin’ that body
Got every man in here wishin’
Sippin’ on coke and rum (rum)
I’m like so what I’m drunk (drunk)
It’s the freakin’ weekend
Baby I’m about to have me some fun (fun)

Tory Lanez – Anyway Lyrics

[Hook]
I can fuck you anyway
You gon’ bust it down, I fuck you anyway
Diamond patterns in the Audemars
Bitch, my pieces here for everyday
Are you gon’ let me demonstrate?
Shawty, I bet that I can fuck you anyway
Diamond patterns in the Audemars
Bitch, my pieces here for everyday

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it’s heavyweight
Pulled up in that bitch and yell “My pieces here for everyday”
Oh, diamond necklace like spaghetti links
She was tryna front, I told her “I can fuck you any day”
Wap up in my pocket, that’s the Fetty way
Poppin’ like I’m Pablo at the Medellin
Drunk as fuck, I’m goin’ off the Hennessy
I look like my pieces here for everyday
I think that your bitch could be the one, yeah
Smokin’ dope, I hope that I don’t lose a lung, yeah
I got bad bitches they wanna have fun, yeah
So gon’ fun yeah, but don’t be frontin’, yeah

[Hook]
I can fuck you anyway
You gon’ bust it down, I fuck you anyway
Diamond patterns in the Audemars
Bitch, my pieces here for everyday
Are you gon’ let me demonstrate?
Shawty, I bet that I can fuck you anyway
Diamond patterns in the Audemars
Bitch, my pieces here for everyday

[Verse 2]
Bad bitch, she look like a weddin’ day
She gon’ let a nigga slice the weddin’ cake
I smoke lots of weed and yeah, that’s everyday
I get high in every single way
I just met a bitch, her name was Tiffany
Fuck her like I just had an epiphany
Maybe it’s the Henny or the pimp in me
Wake up like I’m ’bout to fuck your bitch today
I hope you that ’bout it, you ain’t all talk
I love when you don’t wanna hear the small talk
I’m still lookin’ for my name in your call logo
My girl, there’s somethings we should call off

[Hook]
I can fuck you anyway
You gon’ bust it down, I fuck you anyway
Diamond patterns in the Audemars
Bitch, my pieces here for everyday
Are you gon’ let me demonstrate?
Shawty, I bet that I can fuck you anyway
Diamond patterns in the Audemars
Bitch, my pieces here for everyday

Tory Lanez – Aaliyah lyrics

[Intro]
I don’t wanna be
Be without you, be without you
I don’t wanna live
Live without you, live without you
I don’t wanna go
Go without you, go without you
I don’t wanna be alone

I don’t wanna be
Be without you, be without you
I don’t wanna live
Live without you, live without you
I don’t wanna go
Go without you, go without you
I don’t wanna be alone

[Hook]
I don’t wanna be without you
Fuck around and sleep without you
I don’t wanna go
Lord knows I just can’t be alone
I don’t wanna be
Fuck around and sleep
You know that I can’t go
I don’t wanna be alone

[Verse 1]
You know I can’t be by myself
Thinking ’bout you as someone else
Feels like no one knows how I feel
Now let me know this shit is real
No waste no time on it, even with the way it feels
No waste no time on it, you know that you can keep it one hundred in here
Now don’t be afraid to keep it honest girl
But don’t leave cause you know that I want you girl
Want me, I don’t wanna be alone
You know that no one fuck you like I do
Nobody love you, touch you like I do
It ain’t my first time with you
But I’m gon’ show you what I do

[Bridge]
Start your marks and get ready
Cause I’m down if you let me
You know I don’t wanna waste time
But I don’t wanna be in love

[Hook]
I don’t wanna be without you
Fuck around and sleep without you
I don’t wanna go
Lord knows I just can’t be alone
I don’t wanna be without you
Fuck around and sleep without you
I don’t wanna go
I don’t wanna be alone

[Verse 2]
Now when I think back
Lot of memories that you bring back
Girl, we had a love so ever lasting
Girl I wanted to give you my last thing
You gotta see the way I see it
I could be here keeping secrets
But I feel this thing between us
And I don’t wanna let it go

[Bridge]
Start your marks and get ready
Cause I’m down if you let me
You know I don’t wanna waste time
But I don’t wanna be in love

Tory Lanez – Bartenders & Spenders Lyrics

[Intro]
Shit, I used to be in love and now that’s finished
And it’s usually a dub, tonight I will
All that dancin’ in the club, girl, you bartendin’

[Verse 1]
She been workin’ at Starlies
Said she don’t dance, she just bartend
Shawty got the whole fuckin’ bar lit
Bring the bottles to the ting, get the squad lit
Sippin’ on the way, on the way
And she got the work, got the work
Need to fly you out right now
Baby, get you to the house right now, got a lot right now
It’s some niggas and you passed that
If I see you with ’em, I can promise I’ll be out right now
You wouldn’t say I’m actin’ out right now
But it just ain’t the time to doubt right now
I promise, you know that I’m honest
I promise to keep this shit true
I’ve been down from the bando
Work that we flipped and the line rolls
Trap queen working at the bando
Trap king gettin’ to the bands though
Now you went and got another man’s dough
How you went and fucked up the plans though? No, no
Swear I used to be in love and now that’s finished
You wasn’t used to being in love, I can’t trip
I wasn’t supposed to be in love with you, just sittin’
I wasn’t supposed to give a fuck, but girl, I’m sick

[Hook]
Girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick, can’t lie I’m sick
Girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick, can’t lie I’m sick
Girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick

[Verse 2]
You already know, I know that you know
(shoutout Problem)
She got to Liv on a Sunday
Can’t even give me that one day no more
You said you would never change
And look how you changed, we don’t even do things
You left on me, for some new things
You got a new thing but I know you miss what we had
And I know what I done did was fucked up
But you just don’t get me back like that, oh no, no
How you gon’ let another nigga get one up on me?
Part of me say, “Fuck you,” part of me like, “I need you”
‘Fore the feelings, please bring me a Dom P (yeah, uh)

[Hook]
Deep down I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick
Can’t lie I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick
Can’t lie I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick, girl I’m sick
You already know, I know that you know
She used to be in love, she used to be a dove
She used to be the one
She used to be the one as usually in all the clubs
She used to be the one
She used to pull up at the crib, two-thirty
Six in the mornin’

Tory Lanez – 1 Call Lyrics

[Intro]
Na na na na na, oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Verse 1]
And I used to love runnin’ lookin’ for you, yeah
And then I met her, I saw her sweater
It’s in the game and that wasn’t your thing
And you was in Margiella, I was just another nigga tryna holla
Figure, I’m a politicer
So I tried that on the low, baby
I know you deny that, keep it low with a nigga
And I still roll in Miami with sideways, top back
You got a nigga but I’m still your nigga on the low

[Pre-Hook]
‘Cause I’ve been gone for way too long
Down in Miami, been here waiting
‘Cause this feelings way too strong

[Hook]
I’m one call away
If you wanna go, oh, yeah
Girl, I’m just one call away
Girl, I’m just one call away

[Verse 2]
Still on us, still on us, still get us
Still get the melody when I sing up
Hit record all about you, I figure
You went out there in some way
Girl, I’ve been searching and searching, ain’t find it
All of the things that you do just remind me
Where did you go? Girl, you was just beside me
All of the signs, girl, I’m out of time

[Pre-Hook]
But I guess I, I’ve been gone for way too long
Down in Miami, been here waiting
‘Cause this feelings way too strong

[Hook]
I’m one call away, baby
I just wanna see you, woah, yeah
Girl, I’m just one call away
Girl, I’m just one call away

[Outro]
‘Cause I just wanna see to you
Like right now, baby
Woah, let me break it down for you, babe
Break it down for you
Break it down
Break it down for you

Chief Keef – Fix That Lyrics

[Hook]
I hit sets, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fucking mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1]
When I was up in rehab, I was smoking tooka dope
Aye boy what you smoking on, it’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, $5000 for it how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sipping purple drank, no girl this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smoking on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim lets go
Ooo, I’m acting the fool, Hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t wanna lose
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, don’t catch me snooze
Ooo, my watch a fool
[?]
Is it false, aye girl is it true?

[Tadoe]
Yall know how we bummin man
Fresh off of touring man, back off of touring man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up artist can’t even slide man
Balmains no red bottoms
You hear me? big bands finesse yall
You see us doing this shit nigga cause we still doing this shit
Nigga so was doing this shit cause we been doing this shit
Nigga, yall know how the fuck we coming nigga
RIP Blood nigga, RIP cap nigga
Sneak diss catch a slug nigga

[Verse 2]
Where the nigga? Imma scratch
Who is that tho, youngest flexer
Yall got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodging Aiki, smoking dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Chief Keef – Reefah Lyrics

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

[Verse 1]
I’mma bring the guap and I’mma bring the hoes too
And I got my shooter you can get your ass barbecued
Jump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you?
Ride on yo block lookin’ for you, nigga where are you?
You was lookin’ suspect, I ain’t want to harm you
Goin’ real fast I can show you what the turn do
Yes I was wit’ yo bitch nigga that don’t concern you
Steam out that choppa gon’ fuck around and iron you
Came out the streets made it further than the block go
All my vatos countin’ guap, eating nachos
Acting like you ride nigga ’till you hit a pothole
Fresh ass nigga I be flexing on ’em macho
K let off and it’s sounding like a congo
Go in my hood and it’s sounding like a jungle
Ain’t been back yet I’m still running from the popo
This .45 got more kick than the .44

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

[Verse 2]
I’m sipping on [?] like Kool-Aid
I love money like Jay love D’Ussé
Counting big bands like hip hip hooray
Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray
Come get your fix fuck around, be too late
Drank that you’re sipping fuck around, be bool aid
Chains on me look just like ice age
I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid
Keep sneak dissin’ boy you don’t wanna fight me
Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y
When we let shots off she was sounding feisty
Plotting on shit she was sounding real heisty
Lazy ass nigga always worried bout what niggas do
Want to up the heat? Nigga duck ’cause I’m finna shoot
Fuck around and hurt nigga have the shells ending you
If you get money hit the lot ‘tell ’em Bentley you

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the phone wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

Popcaan – It Real Lyrics

Popcaan – Stray Dog (S**k Yuh Madda) Lyrics

Gage – Clap (Final Mix) Lyrics

Masicka – Born Criminal Lyrics

Fabolous & Trey Songz – All There Lyrics

Fabolous & Trey Songz – Bad & Boujee Lyrics

The Chainsmokers – Paris lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/-artist.html”>THE CHAINSMOKERS Paris lyrics

We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And I thought “Wow, if I could take this in a shot right now
I don’t think that we could work this out”

Out on the terrace
I don’t know if it’s fair but I thought “How could I let you fall by yourself
While I’m wasted for someone else”

If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better

We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And you’re so proud standing there with the flower and the cigarette
Posting pictures of yourself on the internet

Out on the terrace
I don’t live in the area
Of this small town
On our own couldn’t pass for the thrill of it
Getting drunk on the bus we were living in

If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are better
We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are
Let’s show them we are better

If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
We were staying in Paris (If we go down)
Let’s show them we are better
We were staying in Paris

Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
If we go down
Let’s show them we are better
Let’s show them we are better

TYGA – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Bitch I’m the shit (Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

I need my cash money, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
Hansen’s with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie, Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Robin Thicke – Sleep All Day Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They’ talkin’ ’bout a revolution
The victims want to contemplate
They don’t believe the evolution
The party wants to demonstrate
We’re waiting on a confirmation
We gathered ’round the town of folks

[Pre-Chorus]
But the world is burning anyway
I gotta stop time, stop time

[Chorus]
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day

[Verse 2]
Only one person can drive the car
I’m focused on the destination
It’s so hard for anybody to hide
They see it’s from the constellation
They care less about your seven nations
They fall over laughing when you cry

[Pre-Chorus]
But the world is burning anyway
I gotta stop time, stop time, stop time

[Chorus]
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day

[Bridge]
All night
Can’t sleep
Can’t stop
I can’t lie
Realize my one time stop time

Ohoh-ohoh
Ohohoh

I kissed the world, it’s burning anyway
Anyway, stop time, stop time, stop time

[Chorus]
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day
Sleep, sleep, sleep all day
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day

[Outro]
Wake up
Wake up
Look in the mirror
Dream of me all day
Dream of me all day
Wake up
Wake up
Look in the mirror
We were partying all night
And we sleep all day

King Chip – Sto’ Lyrics

[Intro]
Pull up hop out sto, sto

[Hook]
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up hop out and open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’

[Verse 1: King Chip]
Cleveland we back in town (nigga) yeah we back in town
This that run to the store get some black and milds
This that just swag King chip, he’ll be back in town
This that new shoe with the smackin’ sounds
This that come back from a 3-1 no backing down, yeah bitch
What you tryna’ get from me
Look at me tell me do you see a big buddy
Look at me and tell me can you see the big money
And If you don’t see it you’se a big dummy
I’mma crack a smile even if ain’t shit funny
I think I was supposed to inherit some ancient money
Now they got it set up so we can’t get money
If you don’t love me don’t say shit to me
Who you know been run the city, still run it
I done kept it 100 day one still hundred
Ridin’ through the city almost got killed from it
Lil nigga hold a gun infront of cops, still gunnin’
Real nigga never said too much and let these niggas know whats up, smokin’ in the cut
Yeah I’m from that “we don’t give a fuck”
And we champs now might as well buy something now bruh

[Verse 2]
I am a sto’, pull up with the sto’ come buy what you want
Lets hand to hand on the low
Championship, me and my niggas, we took that shit
She probably ain’t loyal
Stay away from her IG, don’t book that bitch, uh
Fuck how many likes I get
When the nighttime hit you could see I’m on some icon shit
Blood suckin’ python bitch
Can’t get the king chip suck a pipe bomb bitch
Yeah I know my fam still love me, my hood still love me
All my hoes still love me
Give no fuck about a nigga tryna’ steal somethin’ from me
I have something leave a nigga looking really funny
Aye, be cool, roll up, let me tell you
This ain’t what you want
Yeah got some bitches in the cut
I don’t give them what they want
I don’t give no fuck about no big butt
Call me King Chip (bitch what?)
Poured up a four
I finesse a double cup just like a pro
Yeah I come to let these niggas know
G6 in this hoe
Anywhere I go I got the sto’

[Hook]
Pull and I open up sto’ (there it go)
Pull up pop trunk sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’ (pop trunk)
Pull and I open up sto’ (pop trunk)
Pull up hop out and open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull and I open up sto’
Pull up pop trunk sto’

[Produced by Big]

Trinidad James – S M B A L Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
Trust me
You think all these women faithful, that’s a facade
You can get played in this game, going too hard
She could have kids and a husband working two jobs
Still fuck another nigga, damn, that bitch got two hearts
Two phones, two cars, too many wrong examples
She taking it too far, she dealing with her demons
Nigga [?] she flying coast-to-coast
She gotta do the most, she’ll take your check and go
You a Comedy Central roast
You a king, you supposed to gloat
I forgot, you ain’t shit
You the one that built the bubble
Mama’s boy, you a pro
The honor roll like having hoes
Complicate them, let them go
Nigga, she coming for your son

[Hook: Lyric Wright]
You’ve been doing damage
Turned a rose into a savage
I thought I was a bad bitch
But you treat me like I’m average
Look what you did to me, look what you did to me
Now, I don’t even play for your team
No more
Look what you did to me, look what you did to me
Now, I don’t even play for your team
No more

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
I got him
Asking questions, but the answers you don’t wanna know
Or where I’m at or who I’m with, you sure you wanna know?
‘Cause every nigga gotta lose and every good girl got to learn
That every bad bitch got her day and she gonna catch a win
And if it ain’t your man, then she gonna get your friend
If she can’t get your friend, then she gonna get your family
Your cousin hit, your brother fucking, now, she on the daddy
She ate your sister’s pussy, shit, we ain’t even know she was lesbian
Was she making cash
‘Cause bitches keep tricks and niggas keep hoes
And if all you wanna do is fuck a nigga, then, nigga, just say so
And if you wanna fuck a man, then, baby, say something

[Hook: Lyric Wright]
You’ve been doing damage
Turned a rose into a savage
I thought I was a bad bitch
But you treat me like I’m average
Look what you did to me, look what you did to me
Now, I don’t even play for your team
No more
Look what you did to me, look what you did to me
Now, I don’t even play for your team
No more

Trinidad James – Henny Cup$ Lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out to my nigga with that cup of Henny
I see you

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
From A-Town to New York, niggas die, like, every day
Shout out to them eses banging out of L.A
Eazy-E forever, nigga, N.W.A
UGK forever, nigga, Pimp, rest in peace
Life is like a dice game, I hope I never crap out
I tell you what I seen, sixteen with the strap out
Niggas selling dreams, lean, weed at the trap house
Bitches charging fees for the pussy, then she tap out
We out here chasing dreams, nigga, nigga, fuck a handout
And just because I couldn’t break bread, I ain’t your fam now?
And just because I made a better situation, niggas get to hating
Wait a minute, momma, momma, pray for me
‘Cause death could be around the way
Got me in the booth with the clip, by my hip today
Facts only, fuck writing checks, nigga, cash only
Trying to get my niggas straight, living in the moment
James

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Niggas let women run they relationship
Nigga, get your dick back, act like a man again
You wanna eat? Then move your feet, my nigga, you a mannequin
On Henny in that Skywalker, feeling like [?]
These blogs feel like police, the way that they attacking me
The police feel like blogs with these questions that they asking me
No dad, living fast, a black Trinidadian
And if I wasn’t rapping, nigga, I’d probably start trafficking
Made it out the trap and I won’t promise I won’t trap again
No disrespect, momma, your nigga just being real
The realest that I’ve ever been
You won’t believe the things these eyes seen
From moving on the scene and living out my dream
The brokest niggas richer and all the richest niggas scheme
Coming up, being rich was, nigga, just a dream
But now I see for what it is, I just wanna be real
Fuck that
I say, fuck that
I say, fuck that
Nigga, I just wanna be real

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

Chris Brown – Dat Night Lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz & Young Thug]
Yup!
Ay, I fucked round and made them niggas
God damn open ’em all up tonight, know what I mean
Breezy!
I swear to God
Trigga
Matter of fact, ay, ay call the sheriff, man

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
All my bitches, all my bitches
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Damn, fuck the situation, fuck them bitches hatin’
Fuck a pillow talkin’ nigga that be instigatin’
Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me
I fuck these bitches and they know that I make pretty babies
Detroit got me back on my back fuckin’ black bitches
Tippin’ 4 and I’m pourin’ 4 of Actavis
She know every time I turn up, I keep fuckin’ up mattresses
Tryna ask me why I don’t nut
Percocet make the dick like a magician
Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?
Cause I cash different
I’m tryna get my bitches, huh
You gotta pay for that last minute, bitch

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Toronto
I can get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold
It’s a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods ’cause nigga livin’ in LA
It’s a lot of things ain’t forgiven in LA
Know I’m from the third, I be reppin’ that VA
You ain’t got the money, you can never beat the case
Fuck the judge, fuck feds nigga, tryna get up off that poor
Niggas say they tryna eat, can’t get shit up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
Then hopped in the Benz, I fucked all her friends, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Trey Songz]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ay, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
Why a young nigga tellin’ they telly tellies
I fuck her good, I don’t tell them nothin’
Nut in her hair, make it good and fussy
I get it in with a bigger budget
And the inside my car look like peanut butter
Trap it when you walk baby
I done came from rags to riches, did all baby
When we done, she say it’s hard to walk, yeah yeah
Fuck her in the light, I don’t do nothin’ dark, yeah yeah
Fuck you thought, red bottoms bleed when we walk, uh
Put my food in ya drawers
Bedroom dim like walls
Young rain teach her how to chopper, yeah
Attached to my lights like moths, yeah
Favorite colour red, hot sauce, yeah
Wanna see me dead can you drop me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Young Thug]
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
LA, New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin’ licks
Get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I’m in Chicago
Shakin’ that ass naked with a friend and they miny moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer
And split your shit, boy

G Herbo – Don’t Forget It Lyrics

[Verse 1]
People judging they outcast what they don’t understand
The state don’t care why you was crossing borders with them grams
Nobody gon’ support your daughter, ain’t gon’ feed your fam
And ain’t no jobs for you but you ain’t gon’ starve, are you?
I come from the slums, nun but murder drugs
All the mothers addicts, all the daddys thugs
I rise above that
But all my people fuck with this so I show I love back
I ain’t forget where I come from and I shed blood at
It’s tatted on me nigags right know where my hood at
And it wouldn’t mean shit if I can go back where I’m good at
I’m by the cornerstore where [?] caught that slug at
And matter fact my nigga birthday just was yesterday
You Kobe cowards on the block feel like it was yesterday
Can’t forget about my niggas cause I miss my niggas
Way before this rap shit, every day I was with my niggas

[Hook]
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh

[Verse 2]
Now when I reflect on my past life it keep my humble
Help me balance out in my fast life
Woke up with no heat, no gas, middle of December
Mom’s boiling bath water nigga I remember
I ain’t even liked baths but I couldn’t take showers
30 minutes, getting the water hard at school late at hour
Now I’m in the towers, pool by the shower
Smoking out the pound, hallways smell like sour
I hit the ground a 100 days forreal
And my shit is still ain’t over
150 Dream Team, I’m tryna run that bitch like Hova
Always remind myself, not to get beside myself
If this rap shit fucked me over, I’d be right back on that sofa
In that trap on [?] fucking up that baking soda
No sleep, when I hear police gotta make it out the backdoor with the toaster
But them days ain’t take me over
Now when I [?]

[Hook]
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh
Can’t forget about my struggle or my past
Every day I gotta think like it’s my last
Be deceptive of new niggas in my path
Through the stress I gotta smile, I gotta laugh

Tyga – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level nigga
Bitch I’m the shit
(Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist
Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

I need my cash money, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My haters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off with [?]
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
[?] with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with, don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross a sweatshirt
I wear it to a meeting like a dress shirt
Top shot, I’ll put the pressure
To make a nigga with the measure
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typing hard as hell
Going heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catchin’ feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone sounding like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up, I had to bring back the [?]

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Madchild – Write It Down

[Intro] Organik
(Make some motherfucking noise for Madchild)

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Verse 1]
I’m dangerous like an angel with black wings and some gold horns
Lyrically the hulk, waking up with my clothes torn
Lyrically you suck like waking up with a coldsore
You got the other night from making out with a coke whore
Don’t bother trying to make sense, your shit I’m imagining
I’m just bragging with above average savagery
Dark arts and imagery, drawn from my tragedy
Shane’s brain’s a dragon ’cause of Shane’s pain and agony
Yeah, I’m breathing fire from a distance
Look at my persistence, firing on all pistons
You don’t want fuck with me, I’m sickest with this pen, boy
Meticulously ill just to ridiculously enjoy
Young Mike Tyson in his prime
Schwarzenegger in Conan
A no man, De Niro in Ronin
Terrifying immigrant, pair of limbs from ligaments
Smoking cigarettes, I still rap like I’m young and ignorant

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Verse 2]
These rappers suck
Other listeners as pissed as I am
Mystifying, twisted little giant with the fist of iron
Old school, never call me that, forever futuristic
I get it cracking, watch this cracker flip and go ballistic
I’m not ashamed to be the tyrant that I am
‘Cause I can get as violent as The Silence of the Lambs
Mind is riotous, pirate of the land, quit your sniveling
You can’t find a near equivalent deliverance
Making music for all my siblings
Trimming off the simplest, talking like I’m belligerent
Taking chances, fucking groupie bitches bareback
Silverback gorilla, I’m snapping like I’m a bear trap

[Sample]

[Verse 3]
Can’t believe I’m far from it again like I’m the laughingstock
Problem is a pussy perfect sweeter than an apricot
Now I’m feeling trapped, chains wrapped around my ankle socks
Connected to a concrete block with bolts and shackles locked
(Fuck!)
Before I drown like I’m a sack of rocks
Back to ripping songs with killer hooks like I’m a tackle box
I’m an angry ox
Underground with all the fucking Fraggle Rocks
Hope you get the picture like a Magnavox

[Hook]
You might not like the shit I do
I might not like the shit you do
I’m just glad that I’m not like you
And they’re just glad that I’m not quite through

Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down
Don’t even think about it, write it down

[Outro/Sample]

Lil Uzi Vert – Ps & Qs

[Intro]
Yuh
I ain’t gone lie
This song right here slick hatin’
So

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money

[Verse 1]
She had a nigga that was on the music scene (what, thought he was me?)
Had a nigga, thought he was going straight to the league (yeah, straight to the D)
Yeah, fuck with my baby I swear that, that nigga gone bleed
Yeah, she left that boy and ride for me

[Verse 2]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s, yeah
Cause that could happen to me, yeah
Ran that girl to the big league, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Diamonds thats all on my teeth, yeah
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Put my girl in new Chanel
And I got her a new weave
Like, haha, oh well, now your girl with me
Like, Austin was holding her up, yea, um boy please
Like bye bye, Austin, hello to Lil Uzi

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 3]
Watch out for my doors
Lambo that bitch roar (skrt)
Tell my girl that the world could be yours, yeah
Number one rule, don’t listen to whores, yeah
No, you’ve never lived this life before, yeah
More money than your last man, of course, yeah
Drivin’ in that foreign, yeah
Where you thought you was goin’ in that Ford
I took what’s yours, yeah
I made her mine
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours
I made her mine, yeah
I took what’s yours

[Hook]
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Yeah, I took what’s yours
I made her mine
Jump in the Porsche, ride through the night
I changed your life, now you gone rock
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah
Ooh sang it, he ain’t got no money, yeah

[Outro]
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s
Stay on my P’s and my Q’s, yeah
Stay on my Q’s and my P’s

Christopher – Free Fall

[Verse 1]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away

[Verse 2]
We hang [?] to people falling
Love at the same time
Acting like It’s no possible
[?]
When you see the [?] is falling
Baby now you can [?]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away

[Bridge]
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
If you know, and I know
Standing on the edge of mistery
If you jump, I jump
Is the only way to set us free fall
[?] to free fall

[Chorus]
Baby this Is what
Baby this Is what you run away
Baby this Is what you wanna be
Baby this Is what you run away, run away