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Tsar B – Swim letras

Don’t figure out, figure out my mind
Don’t let me clinch my ring, I don’t wanna swim
Gonna hold my sails down
Gonna hold them through the night
From up my rude, don’t let it fade
Gonna hold my hinches down

Just because I can’t stay
Help me to go to the desert station and [?]
Just because I can’t stay
Finally I find my destination
There’s a station out of lust

Gonna hold my sails down
Gonna wave them through the night
Gonna hold the sails down
Just because I can’t stay
Help me to go to the desert station and [?]
Just because I can’t stay
Finally I find my destination
There’s a station out of lust

Swim to the dark blue lakes
Where we should not collide
Where guilts can hold us stade
Where we would say it’s fine
Then we could ever see
That we could run to the
Wasteland unknown
My hands unsure

Just because I can’t stay
Help me to go to the desert station and [?]
Just because I can’t stay
Finally I find my destination
There’s a station out of lust

Tech N9ne – Erbody But Me (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Bizzy) letras

[Intro]
Okay

[Hook: Bizzy]
Walk right up in the room like fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
Lookin’ like it’s all good but fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And you could be just like me say fuck er’body
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me say fuck er’body
Okay

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
K-C-M-O
Born and raised if you ain’t get the memo
Slippin’ in my city is a N-O
We put down a demo, then go stuffing them hoes in a limo
Cause they said they serving more jaw then Jay Leno
What they seein’ walk through the doors, winners
Haters muggin’ us because they hoes, grinners
Sinners better simmer when thinking they want to chin us better remember it ain’t nothing but rogue, in us
Steppin’ out with Tech Nina, yes sir, weather remains, wetter she came
Next thing you know, mayne, that girl want everything, everything
When it’s playing she saying this my shit
That’s why they be waiting in line to kiss my grip
Offer true paid dues, I’m not selfish
But you may lose, if I could help it
Step into this Piru made grove wearing the opposite of blue suede shoes, Elvis

[Hook: Bizzy]
Walk right up in the room like fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
Lookin’ like it’s all good but fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And you could be just like me say fuck er’body
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Bout to go up
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me
Say fuck er’body
Okay

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
We drinkin’
Why you wonder why your woman winkin’
Trip with us you’re headed for extinction
We just bringing brinks in
To buy the bar get everybody drinkin’
People looking salty must be smokin’ Jesse Pinkman
Er’body, but me
Lookin’ broke and, dusty
That’s how your lady look at me, that’s why she wanna, cuff me
I’m gonna shine never, rusty
Every year I come back with another one they never gonna, hush me
She wanna get close to touch a strange jam
She say you don’t remember me ’cause I just became slim
Ah ye-ye-ye-ye-ye
That’s right I know you from, um so and so what’s her name ‘nem?
They know Tech Nina is always coming hotter than, hell’s pit
And I’m steady drinking like I’m a, Celtic
Why they trippin’ with me? ‘Cause now I’m dipping with she
And I’m gonna give her what she need, pelvis

[Hook: Bizzy]
Walk right up in the room like fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
Lookin’ like it’s all good but fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And I really wish a nigga would say fuck er’body but me (er’body but me)
And you could be just like me say fuck er’body
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Bout to go up
Er’body but me
Er’body but me
Finna go up
Er’body but me
Say fuck er’body
Okay

Kamaiyah – F*ck It Up (feat. YG) letras

[Verse 1: Kamaiyah]
Don’t need no introduction I’m a fool
School girl but I didn’t make it out of school
Mama told me “I done raised a fool”
But I didn’t listen, I was optimistic
And now I’m in the studio, see no competition
They sneakin’ and dissin’ don’t care bout them bitches
I had a dream of Beamers on 6’s
Give me 3 months and I swear I’ma get it, oh
Big money get in quick, you know we ball out
We do all the shit that you just talk bout
I left my ex-nigga in the dog house
Two phones, I ignore his calls now
Cause I’m up now
And they do not want to see this girl shinin’
Give a fuck now
You just say that you bout it, you lyin’

[Hook: Kamaiyah]
Fuck it up, west side niggas know we fuck it up
Dubs up, how you know we thug it up
If you don’t ends, you cannot with us
You cannot fuck with us
You know we drunk as fuck
Drugs in the club cause the club with us
The G’s all think, you know I’m number one
And you don’t get no (?), no love from us
You get no love from us, you get no love from us

[Verse 2: YG]
Fuck it up girl, go on fuck it up
This Petron, I got the devil in my cup
Fuck it up girl, go on fuck it up
Rich nigga pay whatever for a nut
Go west (go, go, go)
Gotta keep the nine on me, she say these niggas brazy
Niggas say they made me, well make another me
In that Benzo
Maybach, a nigga bought a limbo
Thick, thick ass got them (?)
Fucked in a (?)
That’s what I’m here
I got sharkses out here I’m a fool with it
This movie don’t need extras I’m too with it
Chessboard you would think I move with it
I’m a builder and you know Bob keep a tool with him

[Hook: Kamaiyah]
Fuck it up, west side niggas know we fuck it up
Dubs up, how you know we thug it up
If you don’t ends, you cannot with us
You cannot fuck with us
You know we drunk as fuck
Drugs in the club cause the club with us
The G’s all think, you know I’m number one
And you don’t get no (?), no love from us
You get no love from us, you get no love from us

Eearz – No Sleep (feat. Chief Keef) letras

[Hook: Eearz]
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
I’m so high off greek you hear the creak in my tummy
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us

[Verse 1: Eearz]
You can live for me, you wanna see get to Glory
Say [?]
Me and my family we proud up in the bed six deep
I was caught up on [?]
I can hear the weeps and the hallways can hear the weeps
Brought me to the rooms and he told me [?]
Blank stare at the wall, I swear I couldn’t even breathe
[?] fourteen years old, going on like thirty three
Tapped into the savage on that day is what I mean
Tables turned you feel you cannot turn the other cheek
From then on everything was a plate no nigga eat
[Hook: Eearz]
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Walked up in the bank there’s so much cash I gotta take
Twenty sixteen there’s so much cash I gotta make
Excuse me, vegetarian that’s so much bad up on my plate
That’s steak, spicy garlic, man that’s a normal date
I’m hot now, I can’t stop now, I’m on fire
I make your bitch tat me on her back, I’m a wire
It take blood, sweat, and tears, but I am not a crier
The way Ben Franklin sing, he make me think I’m a choir
Sosa got the strap, you know I wear it like a bomber
Act like you don’t middle of December, turn to summer
The way I make your bitch hot, I’m a stove, Harry Potter
This mathematics, you can leave if you ain’t talking numbers

[Hook: Eearz]
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat

[Verse 3: Eearz]
Lean on me like Morgan Freeman, no further you shall see
Pacing in circles in the darkness, won’t the light come follow me
[?] to lose your [?]
Stomach folding, this the greatest story ever told
I knew that I was a legend more now than before
Wait two nights to my last bitch [?]
Flew by you in quite a flash, few nights I saw you pass
Stay up on my path, I bet I be here laughing lastly

[Verse 4: Eearz]
Wings up on your back and the wind beneath your feet
Watch the game we play, you can get tricked up off the street
Days like Halloween, you can get tricked and be a treat
Won’t happen to me, I sink my teeth into they sweet

[Hook: Eearz]
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
Don’t wanna be a sheep I pray the lord my soul to keep
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
I’m so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
We don’t get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat

JR Donato – All Winter (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Bet y’all niggas didn’t know we was working on this
Haha, Taylor Gang Volume 1

[Verse 1: J.R. Donato]
Don’t want me to smash your sister nigga get her
I’m getting money on the block with my hittas
They pulling up they pulling cars they pulling triggers
Come wipe me down they wiping niggas out the picture
I got that pack okay I pitch it like a pitcher
And this ain’t Twitter so I’m not the one to mention
Eating shroomies got her staring at the ceiling
I got bundles in my backpack and got lean all on my kidney
Fuck with us will get you missing, on a mission
Hit his block he got smashed up guess he ain’t listen
I got a watch thats fully loaded and it glisten
Probably got that dog food, they call it D now he a Piston

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
I’m never scared I’m prepared for the drama
I’m breaking bands I break bread with my mama
I think I wanna get the Porsche drop this summer
And if I do bitch imma drive it all winter, all winter
Hoe yea we shining all winter
Spring, Summer, Fall, yea, all Winter
Don’t hustle with ya but they wanna ball with ya
Spring, Summer, Fall dawg yea we balling all winter, all winter

[Verse 2: J.R. Donato]
I take your bitch and probably fuck her to some Tiller
I’m pouring up this for Pimp C she want Tequila
We popping bottles boy you know you popping Miller
I’m from the Illi- so that bitch know that I’m iller
P.S.A. yea this go out to all niggas
Cut him off he acting like a fraud nigga
P.S.A. yea this go out to all bitches
Cut that bitch off and she might wan’ fuck yo nigga
I get money, I get money I’m fucking with it
In foreign whips with Luck we bumping Skoobzilla
Keep it chill ain’t gotta touch it I don’t feel ya
Kodak Black, that Kodak Black I’m bout my scrilla
I’m popping tags, popping bands aye pop that nigga
I made 200,000 dollars and ain’t go to college
I bought that Chally off the lot didn’t have to watch the mileage
You know we only smoke that loud you like to chill in silence

[Chorus: J.R. Donato]
I’m never scared I’m prepared for the drama
I’m breaking bands I break bread with my mama
I think I wanna get the Porsche drop this summer
And if I do bitch imma drive it all winter, all winter
Hoe yea we shining all winter
Spring, Summer, Fall, yea, all Winter
Don’t hustle with ya but they wanna ball with ya
Spring, Summer, Fall dawg yea we balling all winter, all winter

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
It’s a hot summer J.R
But all this work that we putting in right now
Finna stunt all winter my nigga

Wiz Khalifa – Can’t Wait (feat. Alpac) (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long (Who you know smoke more than the Gang?)
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long (Don’t worry I’ll wait)
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long (What up Al Pac!)
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I ain’t waiting for my shot
I’d rather get mine the hard way than take it off the top
I make her do what my car say
I’m skating off the lot, smoking weed in the hallway
I stink of all the pot, think you get out on the squad
But I’m thinking that you not
Run up on me the wrong way and end up getting socked
Ain’t worried bout what you gon’ get just think of what you got
Telling me I’m a star so I take her to the block
Let her meet all my squad see my place
See all of my cars could win a race
But I’m grown I be on a different pace
Get a shot get a chase, I don’t take her out on a dinner date
Want a real nigga mama he’s in your face
Watch how I innovate
These bitch ass niggas they been afraid
We ain’t just getting started we been a gang
You lil ones ain’t in the way, you just a bunch of internet chumps
Tryna be tough, until somebody fuck you up
It’s Young Wiz

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Verse 2: Al Pac]
Niggas bullshitting me I’m on a paper chase
On the grind everyday to get this paper straight
I paid my dues, Al Peezy making major moves
Smoking on some KK sipping on my booze
I’m from the bottom, coming straight off the block
Ride around in the Caddy, high from pushing this drop
Imma take you to the top, still repping for Bigavell
And I’m coming for my spot, still giving you niggas hell
What it is, Al Gotti I’m riding with Young Wiz
Gain Greene, Taylor Gang we give you niggas the biz
The streets love it, Al Pac I make it do what it do
If you niggas need that wave I put you up in the loop
Got your lady in the coupe and she swallowed the whole team
When we pull up to the spot, we murder the whole scene
Hold it down for the town, I’m the menace from uptown
Talk crazy out your mouth, my nigga get barked down

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
You can’t wait too long
Cuz opportunity comes and goes
You can’t wait too long
When you get another shot you never know
You can’t wait too long
Got no time for that, no time for that
You can’t wait too long, you can’t wait too long, no

[Outro: DJ Motor Mane]
I hope you got your joints rolled
We just getting this thing started
It’s Taylor Gang Volume 1
Your boy DJ Motor Mane checking in
E. Dan on em
You already know how we get down
This has been brought to you by Wiz Khalifa Raw Papers
Taylor Gang grinders on deck
We rollin

Juicy J – Come Through (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Chorus] (x2)
Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through
I’m chilling at the spot you could come through
Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too
I’m gon’ cum, you gon’ cum, tell her she gon’ cum too

[Verse 1]
I used to be that nigga that would take ya hoe
If she ain’t sucking dick then she gon’ have to go
Now I’m on some new shit I’m so fucking cold
Now I have ’em eat each other at the door
Spending all this money like this shit ain’t nothing
Pull up full of drugs like I’m David Ruffin
Sprinter full of hoes they just wanna party
I told you once before these hoes for everybody
The loud burning with my niggas, them extendos with us
Came to party but we keep them triggers
Pour Patron on a thirsty hoe
You done seen a lot of shit but you ain’t never been fucked on a boat
[Chorus] (x2)
Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through
I’m chilling at the spot you could come through
Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too
I’m gon’ cum, you gon’ cum, tell her she gon’ cum too

[Verse 2]
I seen her with her ass all out
She said she left her man at the house
She said she going live on Facebook
She say she do her thang with a grapefruit
She trynna get with any nigga with some dough
She wanna bring a friend to enjoy the show
Well imma tell them bitches meet me at the room
Cuz I got something else for the both of you
And you gon’ have to share that pussy with the crew
You talking all this shit its time to show and prove
We throwing all these hundreds on that fat ass booty
You throw that pussy at me imma alley-oop it

[Chorus] (x2)
Lil bad bitch say she wanna come through
I’m chilling at the spot you could come through
Say her friend wanna come, tell her she can come too
I’m gon’ cum, you gon’ cum, tell her she gon’ cum too

Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat – Feeling Faded (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Intro: Juicy J]
Winners circle
We scrapin’ up all this money man
The hustle continues

[Hook: Juicy J]
I’m feelin’ faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I’m rolling papers, they tryna’ fade us
I keep that money comin’ in, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’m rolling papers, man I’m faded
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Man I’m blowing all this loud
I’ll be damned to let a nigga take it
I’m a stoner wake and bake’n ain’t no exit ?
Plenty syrup, plenty loud, nigga you ain’t heard
All this cake a nigga makin’, better than desert
Keep that chopper on alert
Bombay quench my thirst
All these dead presidents I’ma need a hearse
I’m getting faded, I’m so high
Bout to spark, Captain Kirk
Wastin’ weed, in my lap, tryna roll up but I swerve
You say you not sucking dick, bitch you got some nerve
Put this condom on your ear hoe fuck what you heard
I’m the shit, you just a turd, you ain’t shit mark my words
Got bitches who give me brain ’til I’m a nerd

[Hook: Juicy J]
I’m feelin’ faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I’m rolling papers, they tryna’ fade us
I keep that money comin’ in, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’m rolling papers, man I’m faded
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
They try to talk about me cause I’m always staying positive
Ridin’ clean she wakin’ up and cleanin’ thats just how I live
Niggas busy stressin’, I’m just smokin’ weed and takin’ shots
Gotta keep the proper medication cause I think a lot
Fresh out the jacuzzi smokin’ doobies in my Ksubis
Face time her bring her to the trap to watch some movies
Netflix, champagne, Apple TV
Best believe its going down, you fuckin’ with a, G

[Hook: Juicy J]
I’m feelin’ faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I’m rolling papers, they tryna’ fade us
I keep that money comin’ in, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’m rolling papers, man I’m faded
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Scrape it up, scoop it up
We just tryna pile it up
Buying drugs where I’m from
You might get fucked like a slut
Medical cali in my lungs, hustlers hold them rollies up
Gas get in my pockets fat, stuffed like a stromboli bruh
In the club sparkles on them bottles like fourth of July
Bookin’ shows all the way to Mississipi all the way to the Dubai
Rollin papers smokin’ like a hippie brains in the sky
Rari light, police ask me questions know I’ma lie
Cause I’m 100 like a Calico
Cigarillo full of medical
You know wheels off the credit bro
We poppin’ bottles and we stackin’ dough

[Hook: Juicy J]
I’m feelin’ faded, and elevated
Buying everything so they can tell I made it
I’m rolling papers, they tryna’ fade us
I keep that money comin’ in, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it
I’m rolling papers, man I’m faded
I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it, I’ma scrape it

Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla $ign, Raven Felix & Tuki Carter – For More (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
We ain’t never gon’ fall off
We always stand tall in this thing
It’s the only way we know, it’s go hard, you feel me
Ayo Cap, what up, Ty what up
Raven I see you, Tuki, holla at em man let em know how we do

[Wiz Khalifa: Chorus]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more
[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Told her baby that I’ll be back for more
If the head good you know that I’ll be back for sure
You and I we been through the most
But you never gave up on me
You stayed by my side, you my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche, gave you the keys to the house
Introduced you to moms, girl
You should have my babies
We should start an empire, we can cuddle by the fire
Dolla getting money now, gotta get money now

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign] (x2)
And Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla never change up
Woah

[Wiz Khalifa: Chorus]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 2: Raven Felix]
I started young, I saw a lot
Never questioned if I wanted this bad enough or not
Coming up I never thought about the top
Now I’m getting closer to it every song I drop
Bumps in the road, still moving
I was taught to keep it pushing till you get through it
Quitting’s not an option, whats a boss to a queen
Nah, more like whats a queen to a goddess
That’s always been my mind state, got a taste
Now there ain’t no going back to the ways when we was unpaid
Unemployed, I never had no other choice
Had responsibilities that I couldn’t avoid

[Bridge 2: Raven Felix]
I, never imagined that it could happen this fast
Came in the game just turning nothing into something now we counting this cash
And I know the higher up that you get means its harder when you fall down
So we gotta stay up, stay up, we about to have it all now
Got me feeling like I

[Wiz Khalifa: Chorus]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 3: Tuki Carter]
I wake up on that get I, I push myself to get it
I make that product pack it up and seal it
Pump that volume if you with it
Draw it up and frame it, display it seal it
Stack some bread, (?) Action Jackson got it made like special ed
Some sexting got you vexing, so mad you sent a text
She sent a screenshot back like this nigga losing his mac
Dang, intimidated by money reiterate that he funny
You silly slacker I’m Taylor’d, I milly rock in some gators
I’m ice cold, chilly pimping don’t like hoes
A-Town stomping, itty bitty thick, booty bumping, shut up and say something
Make something, instead of hating on creative ways that make haters say negative bullshit
Most because they lost they woman to real niggas
So keep ya hustle on hustle, get the M’s up don’t struggle
I’m M&M’ing these suckers, you threw back candy in clusters
We move by state to state in these busses, to make our way on these fuckers
You charge the game up while they charge the lame up
Never put yourself down on the same ground that you would walk on
You diss that bitch you get your money and you walk along
You walk along, yea

[Wiz Khalifa: Chorus]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

Berner – For The Low (TGOD Vol. 1 Mixtape) letras

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
Yea, we out in Cali
We gon’ take you to the Bay Area real quick
My man Berner, smoking good weed
Counting that cash, you already know

[Verse 1]
When I get drunk around the bitch I get to preaching
Without some money or some smoke I get to tweaking
I party all weekend, and I don’t ever sleep
I get up and get to straight to the garden and set seeds
Taking bout cash I need a big brown bag
I got bitches that’ll get big money that wanna strip for me
Gold chain big tummy and my click hungry
30 round clip, they ain’t taking shit from me
I’m a Bay Area boy, she wanna marry ya boy
She need to pay me some more
I been all around the world like Biggie
My OG’s pop seeds they got in the 60’s
The F1 Durb got the club all pussy
They got money on my head come and get me
Shout out to the Dogg, we be high, burning Lemon
I’m Taylor Gang repping I been on since ’07
[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Verse 2]
I got it for the low, if they hate Big Bern’ they got to go
I was only 16 when I learned how to grow
It ain’t nothing like the weed game, baby
Dawg these renegade bitches better, pay me
I’m on the 80 doing 80
They say I’m crazy I’m just grumpy at times, when the pills get me lazy
Lemonade tasty, yea I’m Max B wavy
I ain’t flexed yet, I just burned 380 on jewels
And a big blue pool I’m old school
I don’t talk on the phone, I just know how to move
Dog they don’t touch work they just front on the net
I keep talking on the burner catch one to the neck
Bay boy, real ‘Frisco shit
We get money off the girl you tryna kiss that bitch
And I ain’t even trying let em lie
On my name brought that one that play with fire(?)

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

[Outro: Berner]
You know I still move around, you know what I’m talking bout
People talking bout I changed, psh
Still doing the same thing man, picking up paper bags, man
380K, you know what I’m talking bout, blowing big money everyday
Wiz whats up boy, haha, all the suckers tho
Tried to tell em, 2016
We riding whips looking real clean, yeah

[Chorus]
Yea, we blow dope money
I got pretty blonde girls that’ll hoe for me
I got land in the hills, we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie
Yea, we spend blow money
I was all around the city getting hoe money
I got land in the hills we get money for reals
Yea, I still got it for the low homie

21 Savage – Lord Forgive (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1]
A hundred a zip and I’m sippin’ on drop
I hit for a hunnit’ and I bought me a drop
I pulled up on her and panties just drop
Up 32 shots and you niggas gon’ drop
I’m from [?] give a fuck bout your block
High speed chasing, give a fuck bout the cops
When I see 12, put the dope in my sock
Niggas be rappin, I came up off rocks
I’m thuggin’, Im thuggin’, I feel like I’m Pac
They tried to betray me
I’m mad at myself cause I keep it real with all these niggas
Niggas actin like bitches, niggas all in they feelings
These niggas acting like women
Drowning in money, I’m swimmin’
These bitches acting like pigeons
I just want a couple million, I just want a couple million
And I’m still loyal to the game
These other niggas man, they lame
I really sold cocaine, Gas stank propane
Glock forty, nigga bang, Blood, Crip, nigga bang
I heard ya got ya chain took and had to get another damn chain
21 nigga the gang, slaughter ya daughter the gang
Mac 90 got range, young savage got aim
I bought a new Rollie, its plain, you niggas best stay in yo lane
I pull up and fuck on yo main
I’m covered in money, I’m drippin
These niggas they telling, they snitchin’
So we gon’ fuck on all they bitches, I be round lot of henchmen
Moving like im John Gotti, 12 gauge nigga shotty
Hit ’em all in the body, I just caught another body
Lord forgive me I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m a street nigga
I had to get some money, I watched my momma struggle
I jumped off the porch, had to use my muscle

[Hook]
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
They keep askin’ why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new rollie with the face
No face, no case

[Verse 2]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I was struggling tryna win
I had to lose a lot of friends, nigga tryna chase them m’s
Cooking up crack its illegal, riding with a desert eagle
I’m a felon, that’s illegal, main bitch, she illegal
Hunnid pounds of Cali reefer, Call of duty heat seeker
Pull up on ya in a regal, window down nigga creeping
Nigga rapping? I’m preachin’, nigga we are not equal
In the trenches, niggas beefing, i remember not sleeping
Hit the club and get to squeezing, shoot it up for no reason
I was living like a demon, i was living like a demon

[Interlude]
Now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord, my soul to keep
If i should die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take

[Hook]
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
They keep askin’ why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new rollie with the face
No face, no case

21 Savage – Dirty K (feat. Lotto) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook : 21 Savage]
Knife in my face, 30 on my waist
Real street nigga, and i keep a Dirty K
Hit my first lick, and I found 30k
But i blew the shit, bitch i do this shit
You can go and ask the streets, cause they know this shit
I got ya bitch blowing dick, like a hookah stick
And I’m still trapping, and I’m still rapping
Im 21 Savage, you pussy niggas average

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
You pussy niggas average
Y’all niggas so basic
I got AK-47’s, I’ll give ya ass a face lift
Have you dodging bullets, like neo on The Matrix
Skirt Skrrrt, Scrape the bowl like grits
Skirt, Skirt, Skirt
I Pew, Pew, Pew, pussy boy till ya hit
Pew , Pew, Pew, Pew, Pew
You been rapping all your life, and you still ain’t made a hit
Im slaughter gang savage, give a fuck about a hit
I grab that AK-47, and i lay hit
Pull up on ya block, watch them pussy niggas dip
You say you bout that action, but you pussy niggas dip
You know if you don’t pull up on the ave, you getting dip
I hit that hoe for bout an hour, then i had to dip
That money keep on calling, saying bring yo ass here

[Hook : 21 Savage]
Knife in my face, 30 on my waist
Real street nigga, and i keep a Dirty K
Hit my first lick, and I found 30k
But i blew the shit, bitch i do this shit
You can go and ask the streets, cause they knew this shit
I got ya bitch blowing dick, like a hookah stick
And I’m still trapping, and I’m still rapping
Im 21 Savage, you pussy niggas average

[Verse 2 : Lotto Savage]
Knife in my face, pistol at your temple
Glo blow blow, slaughter gang drop a nigga
And we snatching chains, and these niggas lame
And these niggas average, they ain’t having stain
I got your main bitch with me and she on the dick
Took her to the slaughter house and let her meet the savages
All my niggas having it they really counting cash
Catch a down bag, gang banging red flag
If you want it you can get it i can show you how to make it
Put your wrists inside the bowl and swirl it in rotation
I got to keep a dirty k my dope it came from Haiti
Plug tried to take me so you know i had to take it

[Hook : 21 Savage]
Knife in my face, 30 on my waist
Real street nigga, and i keep a Dirty K
Hit my first lick, and I found 30k
But i blew the shit, bitch i do this shit
You can go and ask the streets, cause they knew this shit
I got ya bitch blowing dick, like a hookah stick
And I’m still trapping, and I’m still rapping
Im 21 Savage, you pussy niggas average

21 Savage – Front Door (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
I ain’t doing shit you know what i’m saying right now i’m just sipping this mother fucking syrup you know, just booling. Yeah, shit you know how that go. 21

[Hook]
Lock the front door (x4)
Bitch i’m in the bowl, bitch i’m over the stove (x2)
20 for a show, 40 for a hoe (x2)
Trapping in the apartments, trapping on the road
Trapping out the trap house trapping in the ???

[Verse 1]
Trapping in the ???, bitch i got to go
Say you want a brick pussy meet me at the stove
Thought it was a brick til he put it in the bowl
He ain’t bring back nothing now he looking ???
Young savage bitch i get this shit straight out the bowl
Pull up on your hoe and pull up on her wipe her nose
Run up with the money bitch you ain’t going to get no dope
Fucking with young savage they gon’ be right at your door
I’m murder gang nigga slaughter gang that’s my gang
Niggas can’t hang with the gang cause they lame
Niggas can’t hang with the gang they ain’t got no [stain?]
Niggas say my name then my shooters taking aim

[Hook]
Lock the front door (x4)
Bitch i’m in the bowl, bitch i’m over the stove (x2)
20 for a show, 40 for a hoe (x2)
Trapping in the apartments, trapping on the road
Trapping out the trap house trapping in the ???

[Verse 2]
Bitch you know i’m still trapping
And you know im still having
The AK still clapping
Pussy niggas still getting whacked, man
Young savage fly like batman
Pull up on your hoe and hit it from the back man
I was having mid in my fucking backpack
Middle school locker where i kept my strap at
Pussy nigga keep talking you’ll get clapped at
Young savage murder gang you know i rep that
You say you from the street well nigga where’s your ??? at?
Time out these niggas lying where the ref at?

[Hook]
Lock the front door (x4)
Bitch i’m in the bowl, bitch i’m over the stove (x2)
20 for a show, 40 for a hoe (x2)
Trapping in the apartments, trapping on the road
Trapping out the trap house trapping in the ???

21 Savage – Wow (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Wow x16
I just pulled up in a wow (wow)
Then I pulled off in a wow (wow)
Hit your bitch up in a wow (wow)
Then she suck me up like wow (wow)
21, wow x7
21

Thumbing through that check wow (wow)
Thumbing through that shit like wow (ow)
I just spent that shit like wow (wow)
Then I got it back like wow (wow)
[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I just fucked your bitch like wow (wow)
Let me nut all on her blouse (blouse)
Twenty thousand wow (wow)
Fifty thousand wow (wow wow)
Pull up on your pussy ass and drop the window Bloah (Bloah)
Bitch you know I’m high, you know I be high
Why you pouring all that codeine in that sprite, why (21)
Xanax bars, percocets, and lortabs, why (21)
All these damn drugs make me feel like I can fly (yeah)
Bitch my name ain’t Plies, I dare a nigga to try (21 21)
I told that bitch keep it pushing cause her pussy dry (21)
I’m slaughter gang bitch your hair smell like old fries (bitch)
In my pocket I got none but them old guys (lil’ bitch)
Stankin’ ass bitch, You know I do this shit 21 (21)

[Hook]
Wow x16
I just pulled up in a wow (wow)
Then I pulled off in a wow (wow)
Hit your bitch up in a wow (wow)
Then she suck me up like wow (wow)
21, wow x7
21

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt
Got it right back (21)
Fucked your hoe then I gave that bitch right back (What)
Ran off with your money told you I be right back (What)
You pull down in the wrong ‘partments with that nice check (21)
Young savage on that slaughter gang shit(shit, shit)
All my niggas on that slaughter gang shit (Slaughter your daughter)
Slaughter your daughter and slaughter your bitch and then slaughter your clique (21 21)
Pull up in the ‘parments with that jewelry you get hit (Ploah)
I got a stripper but I call that bitch a dancer (a dancer)
Man these bitches got no standards (no standards)
Broke ass bitch I heard you getting [?]
And Young savage in this bitch hey roll that gas up (hey roll that gas up)
I’m trapping, capping, niggas still getting guap (guap)
She licking, spitting, lick all on the cock (the cock)
I pull up to valet and then I drop the top (21)
If you wanna ride with me you gotta be topless

[Bridge: 21 Savage]
Shawty gonna turn it around and drop it to the floor
Nigga like whoa (got a nigga like whoa)
Got a nigga like whoa (She got a nigga like whoa)
Like wow (like wow)
She turn around and had me like wow (like wow)
I’m throwing ones nigga like wow
Ten thousand like wow (like wow)
Another ten like wow (like wow)
She had a nigga like wow (she had a nigga like wow)
God damn baby wow
Wow, wow, wow, wow
Wow, wow

21 Savage – Slime (feat. Young Nudy) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Young Nudy]
He Gotta hunned, we slime
He got the money, we slime
Pull up on ya, then we slime
Talking ’bout they is so slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Have you ever seen a slime?
Walking ’round, the word slime
Drippin on a nigga slime
Y’all niggas not slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Ion know why y’all niggas lyin’
Say one word and they fine
A lot of niggas start dyin’
A lot of mommas start cryin’

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
A lot of mommas start cryin’
A lot of niggas start lyin’
Pussy niggas tryna play
I’ll have ya ass duct-taped
Everything that I say
A young nigga gon’ spray
(Blood nigga) Yall niggas wanna play?
Ijust ride with the K
Call up BJ, y’all know how he play
He gon’ call lil’ juke, just to bring all the juice
Know dem pistols got extentions
Everybody come up missin’
A lot of niggas talking, yeah a lot of niggas really bitches
Yeah, I heard about your nigga, pussy nigga still snitchin’
Tryna play like a gangsta, pussy till you seen a slime
Slime wipe yo ass behind, y’all don’t know about the slime
Imma back stabber nigga
Shout out to the slaughter gang
Shout out to the two gunz
Yeah I’m still murder gang
I will neva eva change
Nigga change for tha fame
Yeah them pussy niggas lame
(Ya Lame!)

[Hook: Young Nudy]
He Gotta hunned, we slime
He got the money, we slime
Pull up on ya, then we slime
Talking ’bout they is so slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Have you ever seen a slime?
Walking ’round, the word slime
Drippin on a nigga slime
Y’all niggas not slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Ion know why y’all niggas lyin’
Say one word and they fine
A lot of niggas start dyin’
A lot of mommas start cryin’

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Roll the window down and…
Roll it down and start firin’
Young savage king slaughter bitch
You know I keep extendo on my .9
Keep extendo on my .9
Backdoor for a dime
Nudy brought em to the apartments strip em naked had the pusssy nigga cryin
I got niggas doin’ time
Slime a nigga for a whole bill
All my niggas solid, won’t tell
What you won’t do the next hoe will
Stick together nigga no jail
(Rock Solid, Air it out, Yo Bitch is freaky)
You know blood thicker than water
You know we slaughter your daughter
We act like we paid for that order
They seen me go back across that border
Put it in the pot and boil it
Imma fire, bitch im schorchy
Slime a nigga like some (?)
Every pack i get I scorch it
20k, both pockets, young slime
Pull up on apartments and i slime
She gon’ let a nigga get behind it
She might wipe ya nose because she slimy

[Hook: Yung Nudy]
He Gotta hunned, we slime
He got the money, we slime
Pull up on ya, then we slime
Talking ’bout they is so slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Have you ever seen a slime?
Walking ’round, the word slime
Drippin on a nigga slime
Y’all niggas not slime
Ion think y’all niggas slime
Ion know why y’all niggas lyin’
Say one word and they fine
A lot of niggas start dyin’
A lot of mommas start cryin’

21 Savage – Mind Yo Business (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1]
I can tell these nigga’s scared the way they talk
Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork
Pull up on your block, white chalk
Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk
I’ma cut your fingers off if you shout
Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause
Hundred round drum, round of applause
Bitches know I got that bag Santa Claus
I drink lean and I pop Xans
Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan
Poppin’ molly nigga, San-Tan
I’m back on that bullshit again
I wanna fuck your best friend
I just went a bought a brand new Benz
Bitch I came from the bottom
We was starving, we was robbing

[Hook]
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
We ain’t with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch ’em out back, roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass

[Verse 2]
Five shooters in the back of the Uber nigga and they ready to shoot
I tie my laces, I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a boof
I’m the Slaughter King nigga, I don’t give a fuck about you
You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon’ come out the blue
Bullet holes in my body, paranoid I’ma pop it
If you snitchin’ I’ma pop it, wrong move, I’ma drop it
.15 in my sock, trappin’ at the bus stop
Came from a nickel rock, now I got a whole block

[Hook]
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch
We ain’t with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch ’em out back, roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass

21 Savage – No Peace (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Whippin the work bitch
Slaughter gang murk shit
We pull up and hurt shit
I shoot like Stephen curry
I keep me a 30
My rifles be dirty
She suck like its no teeth (x2)
I’m with Adobe
I got that dope D
I ball like I’m Kobe
I shoot like ginobli
These niggas the police
I don’t want no peace
I’m ready to nose bleed
No trusting these hoes freaks

[Verse 1]
21 gang in this bitch
You niggas is lame in this bitch
We might fuck yo mane in this bitch
We might run a train on that bitch
I’m slaughter gang serving so what?
Slaughter gang pull up with what
30 round nigga duck
30 mo’ nigga duck
50 round drum on that what
100 round drum on that what
She suck it and lick it back up
I pull out and nut on her butt
I do not talk to no cops
Bitch I came straight from the block
She think that I’m dumb but I’m not
I know that this bitch is a Thot
Water diamonds like a yatch
I’m on a yatch gettin top
You play with the game you get shot
You think it’s a game but it’s not
50 karrots on my watch
Since I was young I loved Glocks
Since I was young I loved pots
Bitch I’m thuggin like I’m Pac

[Hook]
Whippin the work bitch
Slaughter gang murk shit
We pull up and hurt shit
I shoot like Stephen curry
I keep me a 30
My rifles be dirty
She suck like its no teeth (x2)
I’m with Adobe
I got that dope D
I ball like I’m Kobe
I shoot like ginobli
These niggas the police
I don’t want no peace
I’m ready to nose bleed
No trusting these hoes freaks

[Verse 2]
I’m still on my shit lil nigga
Still a get hit lil nigga
My niggas get rid of niggas
They callin me Hitler nigga
I heard you a bitch lil nigga
You ain’t shot shit lil nigga
You ain’t with the shit lil nigga
I used to hit licks lil nigga
I’m tryna take care of the fam
Backwood full of grams
Young savage bitch,yeah I’m average shit
Hunnit thousand vacuume sealed rubber band this shit
I’m extravagant I ain’t with that average shit
Pull up hanging out the window and I’m clappin shit
Ask my momma nigga im wit it I ain’t just rappin shit
I’m rappin shit , Gang banging shit
How the fuck is you my ex when I ain’t claimin shit?

[Hook]
Whippin the work bitch
Slaughter gang murk shit
We pull up and hurt shit
I shoot like Stephen curry
I keep me a 30
My rifles be dirty
She suck like its no teeth (x2)
I’m with Adobe
I got that dope D
I ball like I’m Kobe
I shoot like ginobli
These niggas the police
I don’t want no peace
I’m ready to nose bleed
No trusting these hoes freaks

21 Savage – Dip Dip (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer then a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip

[Verse 1:]
Young Savage pull up on your fucking on your mother. (your mother)
Young Savage, bitch im hanging with my brothers. (brother)
Slaughter Gang savages yeah them my brothers. ( yeah them my brother)
Slaughter Gang got choppers like under covers. (pew pew pew)
Hit that bitch with a rubber. (yeah)
Fuck her on the dresser boy i fuck her on the covers. (yeah, yeah)
I keep a lethal weapon like my name Danny Glover (yeah)
Im just here to fuck yah baby I ain’t here to love (21)
Send you to yah nigga cause I heard he a sucka (sucka)
If he run up on me like a swisher ima a bust em (buuh)
Pop pop pop pop nigga get to duckin’ (duckin’)
Im a ladies man bitches call me mc’ lovin (yahhhhhh)

[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer then a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip

[ Verse 2:]
Skert skert skert, scrap the motha fuckin’ bowl up
Young savage bitch im in the kitchen cooking cola
Real street nigga man I love that baking soda
Bitch get on my nerves, I pour a muthafuckin 4 up? (mud, mud)
Told that nigga get his funds up. (yeah)
Rep that Sex Money so you know i got my guns up
Word on the street savage fucked your baby mamma (i did) Jamaican don dada i murder for fun yah
I bought that bitch a Benz cause she use to drive a Honda. (wuu wuu)
You been skripping all your life and you still stay with your mamma (broke ass bitch)

[Hook:]
Murder Gang shit, yeen Slaughter Gang you don’t speak my language
Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch
Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich
Mason Margiela cost a grip grip grip
Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip
I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip

21 Savage – Motorcycle (feat. Dreezy) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle (6x)

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I can’t stop it, hundred thousand stuffed in my pocket
Pull up on a nigga with a rocket, if I pull it out then imma pop it
I call her bike life cuz she riding, non-stop it, eat the pussy up and then a nigga get it popping
Finger licking good like shrimp and teriyaki
VVS diamonds got my watch playing hockey
21 savage I get money like a Jew, hundreds on me blue, hundreds on me blue
You know I’m a slut, I’ll fuck your crew
Yeah I’m a dog like that, pull up in a rarri with the top dropped back
Pull up on your block with the chop cocked back
Pew pew pew, make a nigga walk back
1017 they need to bring the wop back, when I get inside that pussy baby I can’t stop
I love it when I see them nipples through the crop top
Butt crack showing in them G-Star jeans
Make a nigga wanna go and buy her a ring
She gon’ turn a nigga to a fiend, she gon’ make a nigga kill the scene
She gon’ hold my dope when I’m in need, she gon’ bail me out when I’m in need

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
Put the money in the safe, you could beat it like a case
I’ve been waiting all day, so I could put it in your face
Been real with him from the start know a lot of niggas sell out
Get up in the jam you know who to call to bail out
Got a bad bitch, know these niggas gon’ hate
Can’t stop getting money bitch I don’t got brakes
If a nigga bout his bread, it be getting to his head
He be running from the feds, left a lot of niggas dead
Ain’t enough kush, he be rolling like dice
Show him who the business now he wanna throw the rights
He’ll pay for it if I gave him a price, fuck around with my type boy you know you ain’t right
I’m knowing your bitch ain’t had shit
Its Dreezy and 21 Savage
Yeah million dollar nigga blow the money like a whistle
Take me where I wanna order steak up off the menu
Hard head nigga, know he gripping on a pistol, if you buy me a ring we can make this shit official
Fucking with me harder than your niggas, power couple yeah we all up on a mission
I know when you gotta handle business, you know imma be here waiting for you when you finish
Let’s get it

[Hook: 21 Savage]
She gon’ ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle
Bitch I’m bleeding like I’m on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can’t stop it, keep going baby don’t stop it

21 Savage – Deserve (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Man I feel like I deserve this shit
I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip
She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch
These niggas wasn’t with me, they didn’t have me grind for this shit
I buy some chains for the bro’s, I don’t got shit for these ho’s
Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat?
Ain’t no more going back broke, ain’t no more sharing no clothes
Ain’t no more selling dope, 12 can’t arrest me no more

[Verse 1]
Shootouts on shootouts on shootouts on shootouts
Young nigga done been on them shootouts
Where yo ass was at dog when we was at when we hallow a nigga with the 2’s out bitch
Compton Red’s in the cut tryna hit the dope, nigga where the cut in
Tied his [?]
Me and Lil Harold had took a laptop
That nigga had bussed so the nigga got popped
Me and Johny tried to rob everything
Mookie tried to tell us, do the right thing
Larry died man I cried twice
Chevy went down the road nigga twice
They tried to give my nigga Teetay life
Tip and Metro nigga ready to fight
I keep lotto with me, real ripe
Pussy niggas, nigga we don’t like
Free Lil Tooto, he gon’ open a fight
RIP Tayman that’s why I got that knife
I don’t get excited about the fame
Bitch I’m still with the same gang, bitch I still claim the same thing
Still take a pussy nigga chain

[Hook]
Man I feel like I deserve this shit
I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip
She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch
These niggas wasn’t with me, they didn’t have me grind for this shit
I buy some chains for the bro’s, I don’t got shit for these ho’s
Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat?
Ain’t no more going back broke, ain’t no more sharing no clothes
Ain’t no more selling dope, 12 can’t arrest me no more

[Verse 2]
12 can’t arrest me no more, ain’t no roaches on the floor
Ain’t no flowers in this clique, ain’t no flowers in this shit
We done cut the snakes off, had to cut them niggas off
Niggas don’t wanna see you with nothing, unless you giving these niggas something
I had to get me some money, bitch and that drum hold a hunnid
You run up, you know that I’m gunning, 2Pac nigga, thugging
A lot of niggas changed on me, I just bought some chains on me
I just bought a Range Rover, this shit ain’t ’bout the fame homie
Mookie told me I deserve it, momma told me I deserve it
I know if Tayman was alive, he would tell me I deserved it
I got the sack and start splurgin’, balling like I’m James Worthy
Pussy niggas ain’t worth it, before I did some other murders

[Hook]
Man I feel like I deserve this shit
I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip
She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch
These niggas wasn’t with me, they didn’t have me grind for this shit
I buy some chains for the bro’s, I don’t got shit for these ho’s
Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat?
Ain’t no more going back broke, ain’t no more sharing no clothes
Ain’t no more selling dope, 12 can’t arrest me no more

21 Savage – Partments (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Dj low key wad up

[Verse 1]
Somebody pray for these bitch
I love to sprawl on these bitch
I keep a K on me nigga
I keep a K on me nigga
I ain’t no love for these bitch
Am making blood on these bitch
I keep a rubber on me bitch
I keep a rubber on me bitch
Feel while i drumming the stick
Y’all service pull up the hit
Jerry am hear that shit
Tell you bitch if you ain’t slaughter quit
All the person in the order
Call the uber she a boring bitch
Wanna try back out the starter kit
I stay with boot like a dora chick

[Hook]
Just some little bad nigga from the partments
Just another bad nigga from the partments
Just another bad nigga from the partments

[Verse 2]
Bitch i keep the trouble i think i should a sell the harley
I be in the kitchen whippin white icarly
I don’t play no game pussy boy this ain’t no tory
Lyin ass rappers man i’m tired a you story
Lyin ass ross beat
Fake ass trash beat
Young selfish pull up
Round up and clap ya beat
I don’t want that fishy pussy bitch you smell like snapper fish
I just po a fo at the vices outside a snapper
Two two three hit a nigga like he got tackle
I be cuban lee look like i got shackles
I got good fitness nigga you got gap foot
When a donkey saw that pussy bitch
And say i shackle tackle bitch nigga please
Gas make me sneeze
Got her on her knees
So till you can’t breathe

[Hook]
Young savage yow pull on yo hoe
Pull her to to the yow you can’t get a hoe
Just another bad young nigga from the partments
Just another bad young nigga from the partments
Just another bad young nigga from the partments
Just another bad young nigga from the partments
Bitch i keep the trouble i think i should sell the harley
I be in the kitchen whippin white icarly
I don’t play no game pussy boy this ain’t no tory
Lyin ass rappers man i’m tired a you story

21 Savage – Vette (feat. Trouble) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Vette
Pull up inna vette
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
Pull up inna vette
I just spent a check
Pull up inna vette
Pull up inna vette

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Niggas gay, I’m ashamed
But I’m still with that fucking slaughter gang
That slaughter team, we paint the scene
You niggas scare red, and I’m drinkin red
Young savage, living lavish
I picked yo hoe up then I took her to the cabin
She wanna be with me her nigga is a has-been
Bosch smoking in the back we look like cabbage
Boy you smoking on that bush straight on that bad bitch
I’ll shop when I land don’t need no baggage
You wouldn’t even know what to do if you had a bad bitch
100k on red bottoms for my stallion
Hey I’m still whippin’ work, whippin’ work, whippin’ work
Choppa go beserk, go beserk, go beserk
Put you on a shirt, on a shirt, on a shirt
Get yo bitch cause she keep tryna flirt, tryna flirt

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay

[Bridge: Trouble]
Ran out motherfucker with these boss it gonna stay like that
Can’t fuck with you snitches my boy’s youngin’ caught a case like that
Mmm caught a case like that
Hey caught a case like that mmm
I’mma stay way way way from em’, like way way from em’

[Verse 2: Trouble]
You niggas ain’t right kinda fishy
I heard the track came with spiffy
I respect you, but ya hoes I been trickin’
Betta watch what you puttin’ ya dick in
Expensive pants can’t even zip em’
Take a nigga’s pants if you strip him
Nigga diamonds dancin’ like a stripper
Pussy nigga playin’ gotta flip him
Spot talk you know nothing bout it
Drought nigga won’t know nothing bout it
Got the salt no dancing
Shout for fuck boy playin’
I send these lil hoes out the country
I don’t play about my money
Still put ramen noodles on my tummy, yeah
Every mall nigga bunkin’, yeah

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay

21 Savage – B*tch N*gga (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Yea nigga
What’s up with all that Twitter shit nigga you was talking nigga?
What you thought I was like the rest of these rap niggas nigga?
Na nigga we gone catch you at the show nigga and beat the shit outcha
21

[Hook]
Bitch nigga please (7x)
Got a hundred P’s, in the trunk of my car
Got a hundred G’s, in the trunk of my car
Got a hundred choppas, on the block, what you want
Got a hundred shooters, they’ll give you want you want

[Verse 1]
Give you what you want
I’ll give you what you want
Bitch I got a choppa in my motherfuckin’ trunk
Pop the trunk, pull it out, nigga then I dump
Pop the trunk, pull it out, nigga better run
Aye I’m 21 savage bitch I whip the work
Aye 21 savage bitch I whip the work
Aye I pull up on yo bitch and then yo bitch gone flirt
Aye I pull her panties down and hit her through her skirt
Bitch I just bought a new Corvette
Young savage I run through all them checks
I like poppin’ fucking Percocets
She gone suck me up and give me sex

[Hook]
Bitch nigga please (7x)
Got a hundred P’s, in the trunk of my car
Got a hundred G’s, in the trunk of my car
Got a hundred choppas, on the block, what you want
Got a hundred shooters, they’ll give ya want you want

[Verse 2]
I load up the choppa hoe
Bitch I’m robber hoe
You just a rapper hoe
Don’t make clap ya hoe
I scrape the sides of the bowl
I scrape the sides a lil more
I just might wipe ya nose
Strip a nigga out his clothes
Bitch I’m sticking to the code
Young savage won’t fold
Hundreds on me won’t fold
20 thousand on gold
Broke ass, rapping ass, pussy ass, bitch ass nigga I’ll slap ya
Slaughter gang, Murda gang, 21 gang nigga we’ll clap ya
21!

[Outro]
Bitch nigga please
Fuck nigga please
Pussy nigga please
Hoe nigga please
Scary nigga please
Fuck nigga please
Bitch nigga please
Got a hundred P’s, in the trunk, of yo car
I got a hundred choppas, dropped down on yo car
Nigga I’m young savage
Nigga I’m young savage

21 Savage – Help Me (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas

[Verse 1]
Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches!
I said that shit on woe, dog
I got the juice like O-Dog
I got ‘caine like I’m Kane
Me and Lotto in that fucking Fisker switching lanes
Pull up on a pussy nigga and fuck on his main
I just spent a fifty-thousand dollars on a chain
I just spent a twenty on a motherfucking ring
Young Savage bitch, I got this shit off cocaine
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Pull up on your bitch and give her that skrr
Pull up on your bitch and drop that work
Yeah, and I’m still getting paid
Bitches getting slaughtered, man these bitches getting slayed
Keep that Glock 40, dare a nigga to touch my chain
I shoot this motherfucker like my name Max Payne

[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas

[Verse 2]
I’m a dog like Michael Vick
I used to sell them Michael Vicks
I can’t even lie, I ain’t never sold a brick
But I got some partners who done really sold them bricks
Young Savage bitch and I done really hit them licks
I really put that pistol on these pussy nigga’s shit
Run up on a nigga, better take a nigga shit
If your diamond’s hitting you could take a nigga bitch
I hit four hundred and went a bought a ‘vette
Your diamonds so cloudy, who the fuck sold you that shit?
You know damn well don’t no Rolex fucking tick
*Get your motherfucking money up nigga, try again nigga, 21*
Oil[?] base dope, I gotta try again
Dope got wet, it gotta dry again
Pussy ass rappers telling lies again
*Pussy ass, bitch ass* fuck boy

[Hook]
Help me, can you help me?
I got fifty bags of gas, can you help me?
I just cooked another brick, can you help me?
Help me, can you help me?
I pulled up in a Fisker then I pulled off in a Tesla
Thought this shit was sweet, I left his ass on a stretcher
I don’t catch feelings, I’m too busy catching Deltas

Usher – Girls Wanna Have Fun (feat. Young Thug) letras

[Chorus: Usher]
Good girls just wanna have fun
And party all night ’til the Sun comes up
And if you need a drink, I’ma pour another one
Baby, all night, we gon’ get fucked up

[Verse 1: Usher]
There’s some girls in this club that wanna have fun
It’s gonna be a long night (show me what you feel like)
There’s some girls in this club that wanna have fun
We gon’ be goin’ all night (all night), baby do whatever feels right
[Pre-Chorus: Usher]
And oh, in case you didn’t know, you’re the one I want
Baby you stole the show
Oh, in case you didn’t know, you ain’t goin’ home
‘Cause the good girls, girls, ’cause the good girls, girls

[Chorus: Usher]
Good girls just wanna have fun
And party all night ’til the Sun comes up
And if you need a drink, I’ma pour another one
Baby, all night, we gon’ get fucked up

[Bridge: Usher]
I just wanna get next to somebody
She just wanna get next to somebody
I just wanna get next to somebody
She just wanna get next to somebody

[Verse 2: Usher]
There’s some girls in this club that wanna have fun
Even if it’s only one night, and girl you know we just might, one time
There’s some girls in this club that wanna have fun
Yeah the pleasure’s gon’ be all mine, and we ain’t gotta waste time, no

[Pre-Chorus: Usher]
And oh, in case you didn’t know, you’re the one I want
Baby you stole the show
And oh, in case you didn’t know, you ain’t goin’ home
‘Cause the good girls, girls, ’cause the good girls, girls

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I won’t need all night, all night, all night
I’m high off your love, no flight, no flight
When we break up, I swear your lil’ spot I ride by
I really love you and didn’t even try
I buy shots, then I pass ’em to the thots
Them long legs, I tie them bitches in a knot (come here, bitch)
I took that bitch in the bando then found her spot (eat it up)
I whip that dick out like, “Baby suck it or not” (suck it, suck it)
She ride it like an Australian go-kart
I’m takin’ off in that pussy, watch, out the park
She look back like, “Throw them racks and start”
And she said, “I got a bus with bundles of bitches, let’s ride”
She want molly, call my supplier
Feed that lil’ bitch all the dick and
Make her hit a split, man on the flick, man
Baby all I was sayin’ was…

[Chorus: Usher + Young Thug]
Good girls just wanna have fun
Good girls just wanna have fun
And party all night ’til the Sun comes up
We gon’ party all night with it
Swear to God I wanna party all night with it
And if you need a drink, I’ma pour another one
We gon’ throw a couple ones
Baby, all night, we gon’ get fucked up
Baby we gon’ have some fun with it
I swear to God I want some fun with it

[Outro: Usher + Young Thug]
I just wanna get next to somebody
She just tryna connect with somebody
If you wanna leave with somebody
Come here, baby let me be that somebody

M. Pokora – Belinda letras

Il faut que je vous chante pour oublier Une étoile filante qui m’a quitté Vous pouvez m’aidez à la trouver Elle a les yeux bleus Belinda Elle a le front blond Belinda Ça fait dix fois qu’elle s’en va et qu’elle revient C’est elle qui fait mon cœur et qui défait mon cœur de ses mains Si vous la voyer Vous la reconnaitrez Elle a les yeux bleus Belinda Elle a le front blond Belinda Je devrais en avoir l’habitude Et l’attendre comme je l’ai fait souvent Mais j’entends crier ma solitude Je l’appelle et ma voix tombe dans le vent Elle est dans mon sommeil comme une fleur Un soleil sans soleil et sans chaleur Vous pouvez m’aider à la trouver Elle a les yeux bleus Belinda Elle a le front blond Belinda Elle a les yeux bleus Belinda Elle a le front blond Belinda Elle a les yeux bleus Belinda Elle a le front blond Belinda

Macklemore – Drug Dealer (feat. Ariana Deboo) letras

[Intro]
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
They said it wasn’t a gateway drug
My homie was takin’ subs and he ain’t wake up
The whole while, these billionaires, they kicked up
Paying out congress so we take their drugs
Murderers who will never face the judge
And we dancin’ to a song about our face goin’ numb
But I seen homies turn grey, noses draining blood
I could’ve been gone, out 30’s, faded in that tub
That’s Prince, Michael and Whitney, that’s Amy, Ledger and Pimp C
That’s Yams, that’s DJ A.M
God damn they’re making a killing
Now it’s getting attention cause Sara, Katey and Billy
But this shit’s been going one from Seattle out to South Philly
It just moved out about the city
And spread out to the ‘burbs
Now it’s everybody’s problem, got a nation on the verge
Take Activis off the market, jack the price up on the syrup
But Purdue farmer’s ’bout to move that work
[Hook: Ariana DeBoo]
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
He said that he would heal me, heal me
But he only gave me problems, problems
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
I think he tryin’ kill me, kill me
He tried to kill me for a dollar, for a dollar

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
And these devil’s they keep on talkin’ to me
They screamin’ “open the bottle,” I wanna be at peace
My hand is gripping that throttle, I’m running out of speed
Tryin’ close my eyes but I keep sweatin’ through these sheets, through these sheets
Four horseman, they won’t let me forget
I wanna forge a prescription, cause doctor I need some more of it
When Morphine and heroine is more viewer budget
I said I’d never use a needle, but sure, fuck it
I’m caught up, I’m on one, I’m nauseous
No options, exhausted
This is not what I started
Walkin’ carcass, I lost everything I wanted
My blinds drawn, too gone to leave this apartment

[Hook: Ariana DeBoo]
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
He said that he would heal me, heal me
But he only gave me problems, problems
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
I think he tryin’ to kill me, kill me
Tried to kill me for a dollar, for a dollar

[Bridge: Macklemore]
More, more, more
Re-up, re-up

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Death certificate signed the prenup
Ain’t no coming back from this percocet
After this ambien, adderral, xanax binge
Best friends with the thing that’s killing me
Enemies with my best friend, there’s no healing me
Refilling these, refilling these
They say it’s death, death
Institutions and DOC’s
So God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
And the wisdom to know the difference

[Outro]
Oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh

Kaytranada – Cranes In The Sky letras

[Verse 1]
I tried to drink it away
I tried to put one in the air
I tried to dance it away
I tried to change it with my hair

[Verse 2]
I ran my credit card bill up
Thought a new dress would make it better
I tried to work it away
But that just made me even sadder
[Verse 3]
I tried to keep myself busy
I ran around in circles
Think I made myself dizzy
I slept it away, I sexed it away
I read it away
Away

[Refrain 1]
Away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away

[Hook 1]
Well it’s like cranes in the sky
Sometimes I don’t wanna feel those metal clouds
Yeah, it’s like cranes in the sky
Sometimes I don’t wanna feel those metal clouds

[Verse 4]
I tried to run it away
Thought then my head be feeling clearer
I traveled 70 states
Thought moving round make me feel better

[Verse 5]
I tried to let go my lover
Thought if I was alone then maybe I could recover
To write it away or cry it away
Don’t you cry baby
Away

[Refrain 1]
Away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away

[Hook 2]
But it’s like cranes in the sky
Sometimes I don’t wanna feel those metal clouds
Yeah, it’s like cranes in the sky
Sometimes I don’t wanna feel those metal…

[Refrain 2]
Away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away

[Refrain 2]
Away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away

[Refrain 2]
Away, away, away, away, away
Away, away, away, away, away

Chance the Rapper – All Night (Kaytranada Remix) letras

[Intro: Ha Ha Davis]
Come on, big fella, you drunk, big fella
Two sips and now you wanna trip, big fella
You not a drinker, I can see it all in your leg, big fella
You wobbly, big fella, you finna fall
Sit down, you drunk, big fella

[Chorus: Knox Fortune]
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay
[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Everybody outside, everybody outside
When I pull up outside, all night, no
Everybody high five, everybody wanna smile
Everybody wanna lie, that’s nice, no
Oh, now you wanna chill, oh, now you wanna build
Oh, now you got the bill, that’s cool though
Oh, now you got the gas, oh, now you wanna laugh
Oh, now you need a cab, that’s true though
All you do is talk, I ain’t got shit to say
Can’t no one get in my car, I don’t even valet
Long discussions, oh, you my cousin?
No you wasn’t, you just wanna ride
You just wanna talk about politics, Chicago shit and rocket ships
(You just wanna, you just wanna, you just wanna, you just wanna, you just wanna, you just wanna)
Shut up! Start dancing, ho

[Chorus: Knox Fortune]
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
You just went and spilt fries in the seat
It’s fried on the seat, come ride on the seat, ay
Last girl, she’ll lie on the seat, she’ll fart on the seat
Now she jog in the streets, say
I don’t trust no one faking like a fan, asking for a pic
You should use your phone, call a Uber
You a goofy if you think I don’t know you need a lyft
Is you is or is you ain’t got gas money
No IOU’s or debit cards, I need cash money
So back up, back up, I need space
Now, I need you to slow down, it’s not a race
Now I can’t really hear what you gotta say now
Shut up! Start dancing, ho

[Chorus: Knox Fortune]
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ay ay

Myrath – Endure The Silence (Lyric Video) letras

I’m just an eagle
Caught in a wind of madness
I get attracted to that fire in your eyes

I’m gravitating
Turning and revolving
I cannot fight you
Flee from your light

It hurts, the joy’s too curt
Why don’t we reach for the light
It’s fun, I try to run
But never feel alive
Love of my live
Endure the silence
Falling
In a void of hate and violence
Kill me, bruise me
Abuse me but never leave me
Stay now, can’t you see
This is where you’re meant to be
I am a dreamer
Falling to the madness
I wanna fight, I wanna be your only one
I’m hesitating
Burning and researching
I try to call you
You take no home
It hurts, the joy’s too curt
Why don’t we reach for the light
It’s fun, I try to run
But never feel alive
Love of my live
Endure the silence
Falling
In a void of hate and violence
Kill me, bruise me
Abuse me but never leave me
Endure the silence
Falling
In a void of hate and violence
Kill me, bruise me
Abuse me but never leave me
Endure the silence
Falling
Kill me, bruise me
Stay now, can’t you see
This is where you’re meant to be