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Taylor Swift – Soon You’ll Get Better Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Taylor Swift]
The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair
In doctor’s office lighting, I didn’t tell you I was scared
That was the first time we were there
Holy orange bottles, each night, I pray to you
Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too
And I say to you…

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to

[Verse 2: Taylor Swift]
I know delusion when I see it in the mirror
You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal
I just pretend it isn’t real
I’ll paint the kitchen neon, I’ll brighten up the sky
I know I’ll never get it, there’s not a day that I won’t try
And I say to you…

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to

[Bridge: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
And I hate to make this all about me
But who am I supposed to talk to?
What am I supposed to do
If there’s no you?

[Pre-Chorus: Taylor Swift]
This won’t go back to normal, if it ever was
It’s been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because
‘Cause I have to

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to

Yo Gotti – Pose Lyrics

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[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Photo shoot, yeah
Flash, flash, flash, flash

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet
Shit ain’t verified, like my check
Hold up, pose (Yeah)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose, pose, pose, it’s a photo shoot (Yeah, I am I am, I am I am)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Dope boy, I’m on Polaroid
Photo’s make me paranoid
Bitch open up her camera phone (Hold on hold on)
This that shit I be tryna avoid (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain’t tryna make no blog with you (Blog with you)
Hoe, I ain’t walkin’ to the mall with you (Aye not me)
Took her out on the radio
I should take a picture, you got the log with you
Sendin’ me pictures and they X rated (X rated)
Word on the street that my ex hate it (Ex hate it)
You doin’ lame shit and I’m irritated (Fuck nigga)
I don’t do no fuck shit, I’m a haters baby (Yum)
She wanna eat the dick on camera (Camera)
Pussy bald head, like Amber (Rose)
[?]this a camel toe, photo shoot

[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check (Yuh)
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet (What)
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet (Yuh)
Shit ain’t verified, like my check (Let’s go)
Hold up, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, Lil Uzi

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fucked that bitch try fee on it
Uh-uh, best put the free on it (Yeah)
If it’s ’bout money, then we on it (Whoa)
Water on my neck, you could ski on it (Oh)
You can’t unthaw these diamonds, put the heat on it (What)
I was layin’ on my bed while she dreamed on it (Yeah)
Man, I touched that thing back, put my knee on it (Yeah)
Man, my shoes was too fresh with my feet on it (Whoa!)
Went to the jeweler, top of the morning
24 hours, then I was sorted (Let’s go)
You was not locked up, you was in holding
I know some niggas got life and they posin’
All in they picture, she know I’m richer
Yeah that her nigga, look at my wrist-er
Heard you flew sicker, I do not miss her
She not enough, I need her friend
I feel like Trisha, totaled my car
I cannot fix her, she pose for the pic (Skrt)
Make the bitch lick it, I got a lamb
I got a fist, she ride of my dick like it’s a RipStik
Smack on her bottom like that shit a mystic (Yeah)
I’m 30 M’s in, still in the trenches
I went to the dentist cause I’m a menace
Fucked the old cougar just for her pension

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose (Whoa)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, hold up, pose (Yeah)

Lorenzo – Impec Lyrics

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[Intro: Lorenzo & Tommy Cash]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la
La lala, la la, lala lala la
Woooh, lala la, la lala la
Lorenzo, Tommy Cash, Tommy Cash and Lorenzo
La lala, la la, lala lala la
Vladimir Cauchemar, Tommy Cash and Lorenzo (hey)

[Couplet 1: Tommy Cash]
How many times, a big dog, dog
Don’t push my buttons, no remotes
Sipping from fountain of youth
Still sixteen, never adult
Biggest chain [?]
Skinny, sticky [?]
Fuckin’ bitches is my sport
Young abort, really short

[Couplet 2: Lorenzo]
Y’a l’instru qui tabasse, des pussy en tapas
Les gens qui s’évanouissent la sécu les ramasse
J’agite les maracas
Des litres de boissons vomis dans les buissons, fais de la place
Des liasses comme dans Dallas
Cocasse, est l’ambition
Stop le blabla, les questions
La drogue, les sports de glisse
L’alcool et l’amour du risque

[Refrain: Tommy Cash]
Handjob in Nagasaki-ki (Nagasaki)
A pinkie, can you copy-py (copy)
No weed, bad for your body-dy (body)
Real work, not a hobby-by
Don’t dare give me a sloppy (sloppy)
Tonight, I make you cocky (cocky)
Yeah, you call me Papi (Papi)
I’m feeling lucky

[Pré-refrain: Tommy Cash & Lorenzo]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hey)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (hou)
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hou)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (wooh)

[Pont: Lorenzo]
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes

[Couplet 3: Lorenzo]
Elle sort les tétons il était temps
J’pense à l’avenir en les tétant
J’ai pas ton temps, j’suis dans ton écran
Encore un cacheton et j’me détends
J’prends du bon temps, j’lache la détente
Si t’en dis trop on te descend
C’est indécent, une flaque de sang
Attention le sol est glissant
J’fais des pogos dans des fest-noz
[Poitrine coco on vide la cause]
Les vrais branleurs ont de l’arthrose
Si t’as un gun et bah pose le par terre (par terre)
Y’a after dans le cimetière (cimetière)
Dans la rue j’suis prestataire (-tataire)
[Mais à l’époque] mes compères

[Pont: Tommy Cash]
Handjob in Nagasaki-ki (Nagasaki)
A pinkie and you copy-py (copy)
No weed, bad for your body-dy (body)
Real work, not a hobby-by
Don’t dare give me a sloppy (sloppy)
Tonight, I make you cocky (cocky)
Yeah, you call me Papi (Papi)
I’m feeling lucky

[Pré-refrain: Tommy Cash & Lorenzo]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hey)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (hou)
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hou)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (wooh)

[Refrain: Lorenzo & Tommy Cash]
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Wou

Missy Elliott – Cool Off Lyrics

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[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it (Stop)

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off

[Verse 2]
Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)

[Verse 3]
Play this again, I’m finna win
Finna go off, finna go in
Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
Body shaped like a fisheye lens
I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
Cool off ’til I feel the wind
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Way too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)

[Interlude]
Cool off
Woo
Cool off, woo (Stop)
Woo

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it

Jidenna – Worth the Weight Lyrics

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[Intro]
People, confusion going on
Why don’t we just learn how to live with one another?
It’s not really impossible, why do we have to make it so hard?
With so much pollution and erasion, why? Why?
If we can learn how to live with one another, then we can learn who is going to take the weight?
Wait, I think that you’ll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I go for the record, I don’t just go for the medals, bro
Niggas used to know that we stronger than the devil, bro
Since I buried Papa in the village with the shovel, bro
Every move is bold, ain’t no time for bein’ subtle, bro
In the face of evil, I can find the needle, haystack
Could have freed my people if this weed was legal way back
Popo spun the wheel on misfortune, but I ain’t play that
They come round and pat-pat-pat us down but I ain’t say jack
I escaped the trap, I escaped the cubicles, bro
I escaped the drive by’s, drop the funerals, bro
And I beat the case, and I beat the chase, woah woah
Can I keep the pace? Can I keep the pace ? I’on know
I escaped them tryna bleach a nigga’s brain
Coulda went to Wall Street, instead I built up my own lane
Rather have a street in my own name
Or money with my face on it like I’m Prince Arcane

[Refrain]
You not gon’ see me frowning in these days and times, you see, the days of the Oyinbo man are numbered like football Jerseys
We all know that all of our suffering and smiling has been worth the wait!

[Verse 2]
My nigga, who knew?
Who knew that that boy from Enugu with the booboo on his knee (Knee)
Back then was actin’ like a poodle on a leash (Leash)
One day he’d have to learn the juju on the streets (Streets)
Starin’ at death, like, is your shooters gonna squeeze? (Squeeze)
Freeze, please
As a little boy slanging chains back in Chinatown
Thinkin’ to myself, I’ma build a block at [?] town wit’ my, wit’ my, wealth
And I pray that I’m the brightest sound that you ever felt
I’ma take a million flights around, ’til that shit is felt
That’s that lead the way, ayy
That’s no piece of cake, ayy
That’s that troll online that live inside the tree all day, ayy
That’s that he so gay, ayy
That’s that she so fake, ayy
That’s that insecure, ayy
That’s that Issa Rae, ayy
Hey
You do you, me do me
So long as you don’t fuss wit’ we (We, baby)

[Outro]
I believe it’s time for an African peoples powered highway. A highway that will connect the Diaspora and Motherland. A global highway for African people all over the world to rediscover themselves. To remember that the only thing that unites black people, globally, the only thing we all have in common is that we are from Africa

Dappy – Pantha Lyrics

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[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa
Deep down, I know that she want me
So girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me

[Verse 1]
The tings from the motherland
She bad and I’ma tell you all about it
Before I pound it, the pum-pum
She tried to make me have it
She a bad B, but she good feed
Any time I give her a bone, she in a good mood
Any time I marry her phone, I tell her leave that alone
Let’s do this ting on the sly, I’ll be your ting on the side
She put her foot down, that’s why I feel her
The way she actin’ petty, I don’t let her take the Beemer
I been sippin’ Maggie, I been starin’ at your batty
Lookin’ thick in that trackie, so it’s choppin’, I’ll soon see ya

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, now you’re givin’ me signs, feelin’ the vibe
The waistline’s dead in my line, there’s no denyin’
Are you really tryna waste my time?
B, I’m just tryna make you mine

[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa
Deep down, I know that she want me
So girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me

[Verse 2]
Yo, it started out one night (Uh)
Next thing, I’m your driver
Any time you text, you try tell me it’s a minor
You said you weren’t like them gyal
Look, I didn’t see a future, now I’m buyin’ you designer
Look, I know we young and wreckless
Boo boo, if I were you, I wouldn’t test us, ayy
Even though I expected you to do me dirty
I still want you for my breakfast
You only fuck around with ballers ‘cah you no play fair
You stress a young boy out, make ’em grow grey hair
Man, you got me under pressure, you love a big spender
But now that times are hard, you want me out like Wenger, ah

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, now you’re givin’ me signs, look in my eyes
The waistline’s got me for life, I’ll do the time
Just say you’re a ride or die
So you can never take what’s mine, ah

[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter (Whoa)
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa (Yeah, yeah)
Deep down, I know that she want me (She wants me)
So girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me

[Outro]
Yeah, she a gangster, gangster
Ooh, hella banter, banter (Ayy)
I’m a G, I’m a G
But I’m cappin’ for the panther, panter
Gangster, gangster
Ayy, she got banter, banter
Look, I’m a G, I’m a G
But I’m cappin’ for the panther, panter

Gallant – Sleep on It Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Spend an hour, two
Me and you are runnin’ circles ’round our pride
You said the same thing twice
And I’m not countin’ but I
Wish I could see an end in sight, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe we should take some time
‘Cause nothing’s coming out right
I don’t wanna see this side to us, yeah
‘Cause that’s the fussin’, all the fightin’
And the borderline cryin’
Gettin’ us closer to the finish line, oh

[Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument
Why don’t we sleep on it?
Sleep on it
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite
I wanna sleep on it
Sleep on it
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it?
Why don’t we—?
Can we sleep on it?

[Verse 2]
It would be a shame to waste, perfect night like this
Saying things that we don’t mean, yeah
I know it’s hurting you
Shit, it hurts me too
We’re too stubborn to admit it, so I

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe we should take some time
And analyze our words before we speak
‘Cause I don’t think, all the fussin’ or the fightin’
All the borderline cryin’
Is gonna give us what we really need, oh

[Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument
Why don’t we sleep on it? (Sleep on it)
Sleep on it (Sleep on it)
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite (She’s the opposite)
I wanna sleep on it (Sleep on it)
Sleep on it (Sleep on it)
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight, oh
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it?
Why don’t we—?
Can we sleep on it?

[Bridge]
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it?
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it?
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it?
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it?

[Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument (Oh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Why don’t we sleep on it?
Sleep on it (Sleep on it, babe)
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite (She’s the opposite)
I wanna sleep on it (Oh-whoa)
Sleep on it (Oh, huh)
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight, oh
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it?
Why don’t we—?
Can we sleep on it?

Ed Sheeran – Penguins Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Met her smoking a cigarette
In  a toilet cubicle
Ripped  dress, tattooed chest
She’s beautiful
Say the time and place to start a future
And  darling I don’t care
Broken  hearts can find a love
To make them whole anywhere

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh  darling, here we go again
We are only man or woman
And we all make mistakes
Don’t you know we’re only human
It’s  what our hardships say
And when I heard those words and knew them
I could feel your pain
Cause I have felt disabled

[Chorus]
She said we are penguins on the ice
We’re not meant to fly
But god knows we can try
Oh, I see a hope that’s in her eyes
Can you see the love in mine?

[Verse 2]
She told about her mum and dad
And they sound just like mine
Day by day, exchanging names
We’re two souls intertwined
We have both got it wrong
From time to time and let that go
With each other, hand in hand
As we mend broken souls

[Pre-Chorus]
Darling, here we go again
We are only blood and bones
That cover beating hearts
Scarred by sticks and stones
But we know who we are
I could put you back together
When you come apart
We should make a start now

[Chorus]
She said we are penguins on the ice
We’re not meant to fly
But god knows we can try
Oh, I see a hope that’s in your eyes
Can you feel the love in mine?

[Bridge]
And it feels like we felt serenity
And some things are not what they seem
My love, right now it’s only you and me

[Outro]
She said we are penguins on the ice
We’re not meant to fly
But god knows we can try
Oh, I see a hope that’s in your eyes
Can you feel the love in mine?
Can you feel the love in mine?

Daya – Keeping It In the Dark Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I run from everyone and I tell lies
You run your fingers through my hair and smile
‘Cause nobody believes that this is right
But we’re so right, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I hear rumors, let them fly, it’s you and me
And they don’t have to know
Oh, they don’t have to know
Oh, they speculate, but let’s just make them wait
‘Cause they don’t need to know
Nobody needs to know

[Chorus]
Under the street lights, nobody knows our names
Tracing the tree lines and shadows around your face
Falling asleep and waking up with the stars
It’s our little secret, we’re keeping it in the dark

[Verse 2]
We stumble like the thunder in our hearts
Laying low, we’ll never lay apart
Don’t wanna let them change the way we are
The way we are, no

[Pre-Chorus]
I hear rumors, let them fly, it’s you and me
And they don’t have to know
Oh, they don’t have to know
Oh, they speculate, but let’s just make them wait
‘Cause they don’t need to know
Nobody needs to know

[Chorus]
Under the street lights, nobody knows our names
Tracing the tree lines and shadows around your face
Falling asleep and waking up with the stars
It’s our little secret, we’re keeping it in the dark

[Post-Chorus]
(It’s our little secret)
Keep, keep, keeping it in the dark
(It’s our little secret)
Keep, keep, keeping it in the

[Bridge]
I hear rumors, let them fly, it’s you and me
And they don’t have to know
Oh, they don’t have to know
Oh, they speculate, but let’s just make them wait
‘Cause they don’t need to know
Nobody needs to know

[Chorus]
Under the street lights, nobody knows our names
Tracing the tree lines and shadows around your face
Falling asleep and waking up with the stars
It’s our little secret, we’re keeping it in the dark

[Post-Chorus]
(It’s our little secret)
Keep, keep, keeping it in the dark
(It’s our little secret)
Keep, keep, keeping it in the dark
Falling asleep and waking up with the stars
It’s our little secret (Keep, keep), we’re keeping it in the dark

Lil Tecca – Lester Lyrics

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[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
Why you worry ‘bout a nigga
Better worry ‘bout yourself, uh
I just planned a heist out, I’m feelin’ like I’m Lester
I’m in the back of the back of the Sprinter
I got two hoes they chest down
Are you real? are you fake?
Bitch, I need a diamond tester
You fuck with my guide, that shit is a sign
I feel like a clock, I ain’t wasting no time
Focus on this rappin’ shit, bitch, I gotta rhyme
I’m gon’ head to the top, yeah, nigga gotta climb
Fuck up the scene and I’m payin’ a fine
Walk to the bank, wine ‘n’ dine
She know I gotta do better
Yeah, took me a while just to get up

[Verse]
Got LV on the sweater
Got a big stuck in the Beretta
She suckin’ and fuckin’, I don’t gotta tell her
She gave me the funds like she is a teller
Oh, no no
Keep everything that we do on the low
Then that shit gon’ be fun if everybody knows
Know my day one fans wait til’ a nigga blow
And they hater niggas mad, cause they see a nigga go
You a lil’ nigga, better tell ’em get me some chips from the store
Always been myself, always cool, always had the afro
Stay with that Gat, pack it
I got the sauce, sauce it on the fabric
She want a [?], [?] when she catch it
Bitch I’m a boss, bossin’ on the practice
Dumb nigga, he hackin’, patch it
I’m gettin’ that money, stack it
Always stay fresh, so I had to Tic-Tac it
Like AI, I don’t need practice (yeah)
Boy, you a gangsta, you gotta show me
Got that yellow, got that purple, pourin’ two 4’s like Kobe
Please don’t talk about me nigga, if you don’t me
Stop askin’ what I got planned, you niggas so nosy

[Chorus]
Why you worry ‘bout a nigga
Better worry ‘bout yourself, uh
I just planned a heist out, I’m feelin’ like I’m Lester
I’m in the back of the back of the Sprinter
I got two hoes they chest down
Are you real? are you fake?
Bitch, I need a diamond tester
You fuck with my guide, that shit is a sign
I feel like a clock, I ain’t wasting no time
Focus on this rappin’ shit, bitch, I gotta rhyme
I’m gon’ head to the top, yeah, nigga gotta climb
Fuck up the scene and I’m payin’ a fine
Walk to the bank, wine ‘n’ dine
She know I gotta do better
Yeah, took me a while just to get up

[Outro]
On the sweater, ah-yeah
LV on the sweater, ah-yeah
LV on the sweater, ah-yeah
LV on the sweater, ah-yeah

Playboi Carti – Monday Thru Sunday Lyrics

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[Intro: Playboi Carti & Gunna]
Turn it up, Kesha
Oogie Mane, he killed it
Yeah, yeah
Check, you know who I’m fuckin’ wit’
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Go, go, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
These niggas so cap [?] G, uh
Got a lil’ bih in my seat, yeah, she holdin’ the piece (Holdin’ it), ooh
Got a lil’ bih in my team, yeah, she holdin’ the heat (What, woah, what)
Put a lil’ bih on a jet (Yeah, what, yeah)

[Refrain: Playboi Carti]
Quarter million in a week (Phew)
All of these hoes are wet (What)
Told a lil’ bih, “Come see” (Yeah)
All of my drip (What)
All of my niggas are gunners (What)
All of my niggas are gunners (What)
Niggas, they runnin’ (What)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Countin’ the money (What, what)
Monday through Sunday (What, what)
Countin’ the money (What, what)
Monday through Sunday (What, what, uh)
Chasin’ those hunnits
Chasin’ that money (Yea)
Monday through Sunday (Uh, uh)
A nigga be on it (What, what)
A nigga be on it (Phew)
A nigga be on it (Phew)
We countin’ this money (What, yea)
Monday through Sunday (Uh)
My diamonds they lookin’ too sunny (What, what)
I be your dad (What)
These niggas, they lookin’ like sonny (Yea, yea)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Playboi Carti]
Walk through that money
Diamonds Dasani
Countin’ some bunnies
Clear though the colors (Yeah)
Hop out the foreign (What?)
Ain’t got a budget (What?)
And Gunna a dog (Check it out)
You lil’ niggas puppies
The Rollie is flooded (Yeah, yeah)
Got [?] hunnit (Huh)
All of my cups, they be muddy (Yeah)
The shit that you doin’, we done done it (Check it out)
Put VVS inside of a foreign
I ice out the skeleton, look like Carti (On gang)
I got 75K for a party (Gang)
Come with me and two hoes in a ‘Rari (Yeah)
What? Yeah, yeah, what? What? Ooh
Niggas more cap than G
These niggas like cap, they G
These niggas more cap than G
These niggas more cap than G (Ooh)
Fuck a lil’ bih in my seat, yeah (Yeah)
You do more cap than G
Hop in a frog and leap
Hop in a frog and leap
Got a lil’ tool in the seat
All this juice on me (What)
Got a lil’ bitch with me
Got a lil’ bitch with me
Got a lil’ bitch on me
Ridin’ in a new two-seats
They caressin’ my feet
Young Gunna stackin’ these G’s
Fuck that bitch like 1, 2, 3 (Ooh)
Make her count receipts
Better put your thot on leave
Yeah, she tryna fuck wit’ me
Ayy, yeah, yeah, spend that cash through the week
Goin’ on shoppin’ sprees
Rock Off-White in my sleep
I just left the mall, ooh, R.I.P
Rockin’ Vlone jeans, I keep drip on me
Vlone jeans, hold up, hold up, drip on me
When I’m on the scene, TMZ
Follow me, make her follow me (Hold up, hold up)
Up there on the status, but I’m in the street
Up there on the status, bitch, I’m in the street
Keep it in the book-bag, I keep the heat
You wanna get toe-tagged? Get out the streets
Count up the quarter-millions, that’s in a week

[Refrain: Playboi Carti]
Quarter million in a week (Phew)
All of these hoes are wet (What)
Told a lil’ bih, “Come see” (Yeah)
All of my drip (What)
All of my niggas are gunners (What)
All of my niggas are gunners (What)
Niggas, they runnin’ (What)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Countin’ the money (What, what)
Monday through Sunday (What, what)
Countin’ the money (What, what)
Monday through Sunday (What, what, uh)
Chasin’ those hunnits
Chasin’ that money (Yea)
Monday through Sunday (Uh, uh)
A nigga be on it (What, what)
A nigga be on it (Phew)
A nigga be on it (Phew)
We countin’ this money (What, yea)
Monday through Sunday (Uh)
My diamonds they lookin’ too sunny (What, what)
I be your dad (What)
These niggas, they lookin’ like sonny (Yea, yea)

Logic – No Pressure Freestyle Lyrics

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[Verse]
Ayo, I never had a car‚ that’s why I hate the fucking bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call it static‚ headphones on‚ it’s Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin’ like B Rabbit
How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I’ma bury it
Producin’ tracks for the underground like Harriet
Too alive like twins in the womb, come hither‚ consume
All of my memories from past and present like two identities
Logic fallin’ off is an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn‚ goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin’ it back, we keepin’ it pushin’
People scared of change, but you’ll find me deep in a cushion
Readin’ Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe
I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I’m always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin’ trees
With the topic I drop it fuck around and leave ’em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin’ in is fucked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit ain’t good as your old shit
‘Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for lookin’ dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
Searchin’ for love in the industry you’ll be let down
They don’t love you ’til you dead and then they call you profound
That’s the truth
I’m close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain’t the key to happiness and this the proof
Modern day rappers like a golden era spoof
But a few of us resurging within a second, renaissance
And I know that my death give times
Keepin’ a legacy goin’ by flowin’ so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin’ what we been sowin’ like a seamstress
Now listen up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William after ’cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin’ it real up in these streets
Came up in a world that’s off its axis
All that’s promised, death and taxes
And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
Cordae and JID, but that shit ain’t free, now check it (Sinatra)
Yeah, and on that note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don’t believe me, look that shit up, I promise you’ll find the key
To that punchline, I’m feelin’ just fine
Let the abyss of my, my, my, my mind consume
Snap my fingers like I’m Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin’ the doom
‘Cause I’m 630, killin’ shit, hands down and dirty
That white boy can’t rap, he talk good and act nerdy
Feelin’ good yeah, I’m feelin’ lovely
Backyard sunset, sippin on that Bubly
Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day
You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play
Killin’ shit like OJ, I’m rhymin’ like old Jay
Hip-hop phenom, play arenas like I’m Coldplay
All day, we get it like that, we got it, got it, all day
Sinatra

[Outro]
Nothing but peace, love, and positivity to the whole wide world
RattPack, you already know what it is man
BobbyBoy Records, we out this bitch (Logic)
And I’m havin’ a little baby
Surprise, it’s a little baby boy
Fuck TMZ, they can’t get the scoop on that shit
Welcome little Bobby to the world one time
Alright, I’m done
That’s it, yeah

Shy Glizzy – Waikiki Flow Lyrics

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[Verse]
If they wrap your body up, they ain’t gon’ remember you
Used to pour the drank up, had too many minerals
Hop on the jet, might fly to Senegal
Y’all do baguettes, I’ma do the emeralds
All on the islands, nah, I’m not Gilligan
Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican
Wrist on ice cube, all about the Benjamins
First they didn’t like me, now they wanna be friends again
Pussy so wet, she soaked my Versace
Gave me more head than she gave me body
Bitch thinkin’ she slick ’cause she fuckin’ Lil Yachty
Shout out my nigga, just beat a lil’ body
Niggas actin’ like Big Meech on the iPad
RIP, niggas gon’ type that
Love all my fans even if I don’t write back
Ask your favorite rapper where the fuck he get his stripes at?
Watches don’t tick tock, you should see my wrist lock
Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got a big Glock
And I went platinum way before hip-hop
Used to play knick-knock, now I got rich opps
Almost caught me a case but these niggas be tellin’
I done caught me a wave, then a nigga start sailin’
Rollin’ big Backwoods of that MegaWellness
Ain’t good in one hood, these niggas be wildin’
1942, know what she goin’ do
Fuck her to some Bad Bunny, we gon’ make a porn too
Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood
Please don’t make the wrong move, sic the dog on you
This is an encore, fuck I gotta front for?
Runnin’ with some niggas who’ll kick in your front door
Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour
European swag, tell a fuck nigga bonjour
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag got me in my bag
Oh, all this swag make a nigga jet lag
Ham ass niggas, they ain’t blockin’ my path
They envy a nigga, they jockin’ my swag
I got a .40 cal in the man bag
Forty thousand on merch, what you think they gon’ say?
I got a bitch look like Meagan Good
When she playin’ ’em waist-deep, lil’ bitch, she a freak
I just bought me a coupe with the trunk in the hood and the bitch ain’t come with a key
I gotta keep me an ARP in case a fuck nigga ever try to run up on me
I was on the corner like Champ Bailey, tryna pick off every nigga, tryna get one on me
Fucking on models, Victoria’s Secret
Look at my pockets, they on Rakeisha
Wake they ass up, boy, I heard they got sleepy
KiKi ain’t love me, I’m in Waikiki
On my sneaks, fifteen hundred my feet
And he wasn’t worth a body, so I’d rather murk a beat
I done lost a couple of mine fuckin’ with these streets
But you better bet the other side feelin’ my grief
These niggas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a nigga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me

[Outro]
These niggas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a nigga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me
‘Member I ain’t have a rubber on me? Haha

Declan McKenna – British Bombs Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Great snakes, are we moving already?
Good gravy, did you say it cost a penny or two for you?
We’re talking ’bout the bad starts
My baby brother has already got a gas mask
‘Cause it’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s good what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Verse 2]
Why does it seem a fever dream for all?
The call you made to me
You said I’ll feel one day each year, a worry
We shall remember the dead
And we’ll remember the dead so they know that we’re sorry
But then carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Verse 3]
How could it be the money?
It’s the vote that matters to me
You say you’re hungry, but you won’t eat the caraway seed
Doesn’t matter in the wreckage, what should you say?
“Well, I found myself a little peckish last Tuesday”
This is what you signed up for, no questions
Reckon we could offer peace, damn the weapons conventions
Well, it’s on the table, but it’s no good, can’t you hear
All our worries for fear, carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Bridge]
It’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
And it’s a total fucking whitewash
The people that we might squash
And move from home soil, set sail
For wherever the fuck got oil this time
And if it’s not a fucking war crime
It’s a total waste of your time
And getting so much worse
Get real, kid, your country’s been at war since birth now
And if it’s not a fucking outrage, what’s it all about then?
Now, it’s one on one
Great Britain’s gonna tell you where it all went wrong and then carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen (Great, great way to fool me again, hun)
Great way to fool me again, hun (Great, acting, it’s great what you tell ’em)
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

Juice WRLD – Time Stops Lyrics

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[Intro]
DY Krazy

[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I can’t die, ’cause I never was alive
Everyday it feels like someone new dies, hope the news is a lie
This is my version of watching you cry, looking you in your eyes
This is my version of watching you die, took me by surprise

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, lost too many this year, shed too many of them tears
Now a nigga richer, but there’s way too many people missing from the picture

[Verse 1]
At the door, let me in, I’m looking for answers, yeah, yeah
At the door, let me in, I’m looking for answers, yeah, yeah
Now I’m getting richer, but it’s too many people missing from the picture
Open up the door, open up the door, yeah, yeah, let me in

[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I can’t die, ’cause I never was alive
Everyday it feels like someone new dies, hope the news is a lie
This is my version of watching you cry, looking you in your eyes
This is my version of watching you die, took me by surprise

[Bridge]
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2]
Cross my heart, hope to survive
That I’ma be the last rich nigga alive
They tell me I’m finna OD in no time
I told them I’ll do it on my time, not your time
Got my heart in a hellhole, it’s on fire
But I won’t let myself get trapped in here this time, time
Time will stop (Time stops), time will stop (Time), time stops

[Chorus]
Sometimes it feels like I can’t die, ’cause I never was alive
Everyday it feels like someone new dies, hope the news is a lie
This is my version of watching you cry, looking you in your eyes
This is my version of watching you die, took me by surprise

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, lost too many this year, shed too many of them tears
Now a nigga richer, but there’s way too many people missing from the picture

Juice WRLD – Addicted Lyrics

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[Intro]
Mega, you played that boy

[Chorus]
Ayy‚ smoke so much I think I need another lung
Fuck my liver up‚ I need another one
Fell in love with perkys‚ yeah, I love the blues
Mix it with the Henny, ain’t got shit to lose
Now I’m seein’ double‚ seein’ two, seein’ two
I feel like a ghost when I look at you, peek-a-boo
I get so damn high‚ I don’t know what to do, up to you
You could be my lover and my drug too

[Verse 1]
I could show you what the drugs do
I could show you what the plug do
I’m waitin’ this phone right now
Perc 30’s, need ’em, come through
God damn, scratched myself to death
Choppa, Breaking Bad, just like crystal meth, nigga
I’m on yo’ ass, legal like Maxi-Pad
I got harder than a nigga tryna catch a taxi cab
Call of Duty with that toolie, no lag
Gotta keep it on me, my lil’ paranoid ass
It’s prolly ’cause I’m too high all the damn time
It feel like everyone comin’ after my life

[Chorus]
Ayy, smoke so much I think I need another lung
Fuck my liver up, I need another one
Fell in love with perkys, yeah, I love the blues
Mix it with the Henny, ain’t got shit to lose
Now I’m seein’ double, seein’ two, seein’ two
I feel like a ghost when I look at you, peek-a-boo
I get so damn high, I don’t know what to do, up to you
You could be my lover and my drug too

[Verse 2]
‘Member I done did it by my lonely
‘Member when I had a one and only
Then she hurt me, talk to the perkys
She could call my phone but it ain’t workin’
I’m on top, I get top
In the drop, fuck that shit, I swerve a lot, swerve a lot
On that bitch, I swerve a lot, yeah
I’ma talk the talk, it’s the talk of a boss
I don’t talk it, I walk it
Run up on me, I’m poppin’
Keep the gun in my pocket, yeah
Double G on me, that’s when I’m shoppin’, yeah
Run up a sack, don’t run out of options

[Chorus]
Ayy, smoke so much I think I need another lung
Fuck my liver up, I need another one
Fell in love with perkys, yeah, I love the blues
Mix it with the Henny, ain’t got shit to lose
Now I’m seein’ double, seein’ two, seein’ two
I feel like a ghost when I look at you, peek-a-boo
I get so damn high, I don’t know what to do, up to you
You could be my lover and my drug too

[Outro]
Mega, you played that boy

Juice WRLD – No Good Lyrics

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[Intro]
[?]
Hey, Rvssian
Ain’t nothin’ but a-
Uh, no good woman
No good, diamond watchin’ woman
Uh

[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah

[Verse 1]
One thing you need to know about me is
All I ever wanted was love and money, yeah
One thing you need to know about me is
This rock-star life turned me to a junkie
Another thing you need to know about me is
I’m full of addictions, this is just vindictive
Subject a lil’ sensitive, maybe I should just shallow it
Went from talkin’ to ‘pression to money-makin’ prerogative
Still a smart guy, could’ve got a scholarship
Sayin’ fuck college, I’ma tell you how I started it
It took one phone call from G-Money, that’s my dawg
Turned me from a twenty dollar nigga to millions in my drawers
This song’s about all my talents and vices (Oh-oh)
Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (Oh-oh)
Until it piss your father off, he already pissed though (Oh-oh)
I know, ’cause his daughter on my tour givin’ deep-throat (Yeah yeah yeah)
This song’s about all my talents and vices (Oh-oh)
Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (Oh-oh)
Yo’ girl give me fellatio, you should be excited (Oh-oh)
‘Cause when she come back to you, that’s a million dollar night (Oh-oh)

[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and girls, right?
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout drugs, the weed and the pills
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and hoes, right?
And clothes, I was overly exposed
Now I’m bein’ the fruits, my momma planet didn’t growed

[Verse 2]
Hell yeah, I done glowed up, I done glowed up
Oxycodin got me so’ed up, gotta remain focus
And these groupie hoes bogus, everybody knows it
But they turn me to a poet, with the love commotion
Blood, sweat and tears, money partied it in Moses
Used to roam it, now it’s gas, what I’m smokin’
Like I farted, hit the gas, I’m in motion
Out, departed, wrist hangin’ out the window, cost yo apartment
This the brightest that my life ever been, I need diamonds all over for when it get dark again
I call my momma up and tell her the devil marchin’ in
She sent me bible verses, then I got distracted by some news from a sex worker
Who am I to not text back? That’s network
Who am I to lie about my life? I know the truth hurts
Who am I to say that this ain’t one of my best verses?
Uh-oh, too bad

[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and girls, right?
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout drugs, the weed and the pills
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and hoes, right?
And clothes, I was overly exposed
Now I’m bein’ the fruits, my momma planet didn’t growed

Juice WRLD – Out The Projects Lyrics

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[Intro]
Let’s go, uh

[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

[Verse 1]
Runnin’ up a check, pay my mortgage
Trappin’ out the window, can’t afford it
Lookin’ at my name on the Forbes list
Now she wan’ explore me like she Dora
I take my bitch straight to Elliot
You take your bitch straight to that Sephora
My lil’ bitch so bad she elegant, ha
Yo bitch I wouldn’t even piss on her to give her water (Skrt)
Start me up, bro wanna bet with the choppas, Call of Duty got a pack a punch (Yeah)
Shots to the face make a mountain
.223s, pack a punch, bag that boy up like he lunch
If they ain’t wanna fight, uppercut, hit him with a right and then a left to the gut
Smokin’ on blunts of the Runtz, ayy
Goin’ on runs with my gun, ayy
Up it, make it put your hand in the air, single lady, Beyonce
Ain’t come to play, bring me a K, drummin’ it up like we in a parade
Fetty Wap with the gwap, make it come my way
2Pac with the Glock, bitch I’m in the hallway
Hangin’ out the window, uh, at the continental
I’ma hold that bitch sideways, ayy
Shootin’ at opps on the highway, ayy
Caught him in the driveway, ayy
Autumn, got ’em fallin’, ayy
Hit the curb, make him relocate from this place
No there ain’t no safe place from my gang
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
Ain’t no safe place
You cannot escape, ayy, ayy
Keep it real, you know the deal
In a mansion up in Encino Hills
F&N on me, I got it concealed
Ain’t no cappin’ at all, bitch I got it for real
They ask me all the time how does it feel
To be able to pay all my family bills
For the people I was upping to kill
Anybody that don’t want my people to live
I won’t say it again, I just pull out and cock it and blow it and leave ’em blowin’ through your head
She screamin’ “you dead”, should’ve never got in my way, on your bitch next

[Bridge]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Let’s go, uh

[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

Juice WRLD – Tick Tock (In The Air) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 1]
Niggas claim they gang, oh nah you ain’t family (No)
She told me my dick in her jaw was her fantasy (Whoa)
I gave it to her ’cause she said that she need it
My hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin’ (Uh-huh)
He run up on me then I’m leavin’ him leakin’ (Uh-huh)
I’m shining like diamonds bet Stevie could see it (Uh-huh)
Pay for the foreign I don’t do the leases (Skrt)
Beretta on me it’ll tear you to pieces (Baow)
Fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, I’ma cut him to pieces
Yo bitch all over me, suck me, she leakin’
Smokin’ this kush got my eyes Japanese-in’
I gave her defense, she take the offense
When I tell her that she gotta get lost
I’m in the back of the Maybach like Ross (Skrt)
Real nigga business, don’t get involved (Yeah)
Ain’t yo business, bitch I’m a boss (Yeah)
You broke as a bitch and it’s all your fault (Yeah)
Take what I say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
Now I’m on top, ooh, they surrounding (I’m on top)

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 2]
I drop a three in the 20 I’m leanin’
I put a light on my gun and it’s beamin’
That bitch really love boat captains, yeah, ’cause she swallow my semen
I don’t want pints of the Wock’ bitch I need it
I don’t need Perkys but damnit I’m fiendin’
Your nigga told you he richer than me I said “Wake up lil’ nigga you know that you dreamin’”
Whoa-oh
I’m in my prime, tick tock
Look at the time, big Glock
That is a 9, get off
Takin’ off like NASA, huh
Finna give you left right like catches, huh
Everyday I wake up cashin’, huh
In the bitch pussy I’m splashin’, huh
Hide the cocaine in the napkin, huh
She do the yayo for fashion
Haters designing my fabric
I’m really hungry for money but these withdrawals got me fastin’, yeah
Goin’ through it, they recorded me pullin’ up in an Aston like a Kutcher movie
Dog that ho like Scooby, maybe even Snoopy
Don’t got time for nat nat bitches why you always snoopin’
Got my gun aimin’ at any rat movin’
Let it go and put the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat in Ratatouille
If you don’t like me you can sue me, heard your girlfriend wanna screw me
Leave yo head off your body, I’ll chop it like suey
I’ve come to realize that I rule the world right now
And if I wanted I could take your girl right now
It’s my life, it’s my world
It’s your bitch? Fuck it, no it’s my girl

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

Juice WRLD – Codeine Casket Lyrics

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[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying

[Verse 1]
They say love is a drug, I’m about to OD
She love cocaine but she hate the nosebleeds
She’s dying, she’s dying
I’m too busy getting high, no crying
Fuck nigga better not tempt me
I’ma use his head as a centerpiece
He’s dying, he’s dying
Put an end to his world like the Mayans
Oh-oh-oh, I’m crazy, crazy
Get so damn high, I see faces, faces

[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying

[Verse 2]
I can’t feel my face, is it still there?
Girl let me taste, why won’t you share?
I still see your shadows in my room
Wake up in the morning and you’re not there
I see your face in my crosshairs
Cupid aimin’ at me with a gun and I’m not scared
Prolly why I fall for the same damn thing every god damn time
I guess life’s not fair
Oh, I’m crazy, crazy
This rock star lifestyle, won’t make it, make it

[Chorus]
Make sure you put codeine, in my casket
And some Perkies, in my ratchet
Wreaking havoc, like a savage
I’m just tryna catch a play like Madden
Make sure you keep your seat belt fastened
I drive wild and I really love crashing
I love drugs but I ain’t no addict
I’m lying, I’m lying

Young Thug – Big Tipper Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Southside on the track, yeah
808 Mafia
Hey

[Refrain: Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh ’em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga?
Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga
Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin’
She not fuckin’ with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil’ mama nut inside her pants just like a movie
Abracadaba, tight pussy, need a toothpick
Some of the fives, some of the dimes, and then I got twenties and up
I come with the vibes and some of the guys and I got a flooded Patek
I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride, and now they goin’ off with your head
They know the reward’s a hundred racks so they gon’ do all that they can
Don’t tell me you ridin’ if you not gon’ ride, we don’t got no time for that playin’
We don’t come disguised, we gangsters for life, my nigga, we showin’ our hands
I had turned the vibe my lil’ wife, she’ll never be single again
They hate and throw rice, we richer for life, I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still ain’t seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain’t seen my eyes, ayy
I don’t know the vibes so I introduce the ice

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My lil’ shawty hit a lick out a bando (Yeah)
Shawty came through ’bout tall as a man, woah (Aw, yeah)
She won’t come to you, ask, yes, you can go (Hey)
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (Let’s play)
Man, the feds done got my M’s up, I’m gon’ on
She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (Woo)
Baby, tell me what you prayin’ for (Uh, uh)
That shit cap ’cause I’m the real McCoy (Yeah)
White diamonds on me, bitch, I’m pale
I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel
I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed
I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I’m on chill, hey

[Refrain: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
I can tiptoe in that pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh ’em up on the scale (Ayy)
Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey)
All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let’s go, Keed, talk to ’em)

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade
My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah
I drip this shit with Lil Gotit
We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah
Niggas, they know I’m the topic
They takin’ they shot like ref, yeah
Soon as you think you gon’ try me
They leaving you dead in your step
Ridin’ ’round like the army, we trippin’ cars like Carmen
My ho want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me
Man, that pussy too wet, I don’t care if she don’t wanna top me
And state your number, I don’t care if you don’t call me
I want big racks, I’m up early morning
These niggas big cat (Pussy), yeah, they tellin’ on you
Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin’ on ’em
Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain’t got time for you, no cap, no cap

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper
King spiller, bitch, king dripper
King killer, King, Godzilla
Fuck her every week, still ain’t seen me, Marshmello
King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba
Black truck pull up on you just like Uber
Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain’t seen my eyes, ayy
I don’t know the vibes so I introduce the ice

Young Thug – Cartier Gucci Scarf Lyrics

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[Intro]
48 Hertz
Dez gon’ get me rich
Prezzley P. get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly, yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
Inside blue and the Patek came blew, ayy
I’m ’bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crap on the seat
All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
I bought the new Wraith Spyder, yeah
I bought the new Wraith Spyder, bitch
Hit your own mama, don’t wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I’ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
Stars in the seat, yeah
I’m Justin Bieber-ed up
The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
They couldn’t stand down when I built it up
I’m riding ’round the town with the semi tucked
I got my bundles up
Back burner if you don’t got no tummy tuck
Money only thing my concern
I’ma come through like Big Worm

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch
Filled up a party with some thots
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hey, hoppin’ out the Lambo coupe, I forgot the roof, ballin’ like swoosh, hey
Spittin’ like I lost a damn tooth, all my dawgs go roof, boy, you cuffin’ the swoop, hey
I left the streets and I went to the booth, no hesitatin’, I’ma shoot, hey
I’m ’bout to get something new, I’ma geek that bitch up, I’ma paint that bitch blue, hey
I’ma leave him dead in the street
Throw him in the river, won’t find him for a week, hey
All of my hoes, they freaks
She ain’t got my money then her ass gettin’ beat, bitch
Shoot that bitch up with the stick
Had the Glock in the spot, pretty bitch suckin’ my cock
She bad and she know that she got a fat ass
How could I not? Hey
They’re screaming my name (Name)
They’re singing my shit all in Spain (Spain)
Kick so much shit, need a cane (Kick it)
I’m blowing on good mary jane, hey
Look at my mama up
YSL hot as a sauna, we up (Sauna, we up)
Up like a Tonka truck (Tonka truck)
Not OJ Mayo, but I get the bucks

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch
Filled up a party with some thots
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout, ayy

Young Thug – Circle of Bosses Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug & Future]
Wheezy outta here
Wee, woo
Woo-ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Quavo]
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (Yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her it’s nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
Sippin’ lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
Bitches tryna come over and dine in
Throw 11 like Matt Ryan
Most my bitches and me are tight and
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
I’ma watch it like WiFi

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Clear water on her neck, nigga, don’t see the shark (Ice, splash)
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it (Double R)
Name the location, we mark it (Hey)
We gotta move the smartest (Move)
I got a K in my office (Brra)
You ever seen a carcass? (Body)
Growed up to be an arsoner (Fire)
Breathin’ out fire, like oxygen
McLaren, it came equipped (Skrrt)
Pressin’ the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip (Strain)
Can’t pull up on me, come get your chips (Cash)
Heard car got flipped (Flipped)
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Hey, I’m countin’ these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didn’t know what it said
They catering’ Activis at the weddin’
I travel with the Draco or the ‘chete
You think that she straight
I’m turnin’ her gay, got her kissin’ a lady
She quiet as kept, I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk, the Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I don’t recept’, no receptionists, I don’t accept
Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
Teeth, we don’t want peace, yeah, we’re clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini (Woah)
Woah, I don’t need a seat, I’d rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin’ at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
Whoo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis

[Chorus: Quavo]
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (Yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)

Big Thief – Two Hands Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
You somehow let me down
Both hands
And a gentleman
You could not take me through
New plans
Tell me whose
New friends
I can make some too
I know

[Verse 2]
You somehow took me in
Both arms
The marked-up skin
Two hands
Places you have been
That I needed

[Chorus]
And the more that we try
To figure through the answers
To repeat ourselves
To deny, deny

[Verse 3]
Now you call my bluff
All clear
And you get so rough
Stone-faced in the light
The air
And the jagged bite
Cold air
The wisdom of the night
Between us

[Chorus]
And the more that we try
To figure through the answers
To repeat ourselves
To deny, deny
To deny, deny, deny

[Verse 4]
Somehow we exist
In the folds
And now we’ll kiss
Both hands
The mystery before us
She’s reaching

[Verse 5]
But I could not take you though
New plans
I’ll tell you
New friends
You can make some too
I know

Snoop Dogg – New Booty Lyrics

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[Intro]
New booty
You gon’ be somebody’s sweet cherry pie down there
You better come up here
Shit, I ain’t nobody Hostess Twinkie, homie
You will when they pull a finger out ya ass
Huh?

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard, but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty

[Verse 1]
I done seen niggas hit the yard, gangbang rookie
When he came home, he was soft as a cookie
It’s rules to this shit, it’s in the gangbang booklet
From Long Beach to Brooklyn, you better have a look in
Nigga, be careful of what you do and what you say
And make sure your niggas is A-OK
A1 from day one, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty

[Verse 2]
Notice how everything on the streets ain’t in here
Yeah, homie, he in here (Yeah cuz, he in here)
Back against the wall on a call, tryna get home
Loved by a few, so everybody on your dizzown
You can’t trust him, him, her, or him either
Better learn the law, my nigga, if you ain’t legal
You see, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty

[Verse 2]
Stack your plate, rack the gate, eyes up behind the wall
Pay attention, stay attentive, man, you better watch your dawgs
‘Cause they’ll be the last ones to bail you out
But they’ll be the first ones to sell you out
Nowhere to turn, so you better have a lookout
Barbecue picnic, chicken, nigga, you the cookout
But me, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty

[Outro]
Oh
What the homies gon’ say now?
I’m somebody’s bitch

Snoop Dogg – What U Talkin’ Bout Lyrics

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[Intro]
I hate when a motherfucker come talkin’ to me about some shit that I ain’t tryna hear. Tellin’ me how to do my shit.
“You need do this, you need to do that”
What the fuck is you talkin’ about?
I been doin’ this shit my way since I started this shit.
The way I did this shit got my bank account to where it is.
The way I did this shit got me to where the fuck I’m at.
So I ain’t tryna hear none of that shit you talkin’ about.
Don’t tell me shit.

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you somethin’
It’s everybody’s favorite crip cousin, Snoop Dogg
Inductin’ these woop hoes as loopholes
Death rowin’ them blue drawers, bitch niggas
Good on both sides like switch hitters
Snitches get stitches, send cliques to get niggas
For you to smoke with me cuz, you need 6 figures
Ask your bitch ’bout the dick, yeah, my shit glitter

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (Huh?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Verse 2]
‘Cause I done changed so many lives with my vibe
Made sure my crips and my wroos all survive
Long Beach throwin’ up C’s in my stores
Hollywood store, Twin Towers with the boys, nigga
Switchin’ bitches like I switch cars
Lil’ homies on go, and keep the licks for us
Walkin’ in the church, smellin’ like a lit forrest
We still good ’cause a real one kept the shit goin’

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (What?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Interlude]
It don’t stop, it don’t stop
(Makin’ this shit)
We gon let this shit breathe right here, hold up

[Verse 3]
I done made so much money, everybody gotta love me
But that comes with the game, my nigga, hate it or love it
So what we really talkin’ ’bout, if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout
What I’m talkin’ ’bout
‘Cause what I’m talkin’ ’bout got niggas hella bags
Sophisticated crippin’ with the ghetto swag
Three-piece suit with a black and a yellow rag, tied in a knot
Rollin’ down the Laundro got my eyes on the opps
Got my eyes on the cops, got my eyes on the block
Fresh off stage, rich or broke loco, shit don’t change
Where I’m from (Long Beach)

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (What?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga?

[Outro]
Fuck outta my face with that shit, man
(Makin’ this shit)
It’s what we do
Right on, right on
(Makin’ this shit)

SOB X RBE – Legend Lyrics

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[Intro]
Damn pocket

[Chorus: DaBoii]
Ha, and I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch, I’ll put that on the gang, I’ll put that on my squad
All you niggas lames, type of niggas I’ll rob
She put that pussy in my face, damn near got her ass shot
Bitch I ain’t shit and I put that on the Ma
I’m a motherfuckin’ beast, up that hand get you popped
Flashing all them bands on the Gram will get you got
Brodie snuck in the club with it if you dial her
Your card been pulled, lil’ nigga you is not tough
Bitch always telling me to stop when I’m not done
Bitch welcome to the big leagues, this ain’t pop one
Should I tote the drake or the Glock? I am not sure
And your bitch been for everybody, she is not yours

[Chorus: DaBoii]
I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Nigga on the gang, I can never change
Took a nigga bitch, only off the name
50 on my neck, foreign switching lanes
Nigga, I’m that nigga what the fuck a nigga think?
What the fuck a nigga thinking? Nigga on me
I just made a hundred, keep it low key
This dick ain’t free, bitch this chain ain’t cheap
Tell a bitch when to go and I put that on Keak
Nigga I don’t give a fuck, and I never did
Bitch call me daddy, I ain’t got no kids
Nigga fuck a Glock, you ain’t even got no Sig
Chop hit his body, he ain’t even got no ribs
Nigga on the fam, nigga on my Grams
Niggas ain’t on shit, niggas only for the Gram
Nigga on God, get your ass robbed
Nigga come up out that chain, nigga come up out them socks

[Chorus: DaBoii]
I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang

[Outro]
Damn pocket

Young Thug – Lil Baby Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m surfin’)
Woah, woah, woah
I told her come switch this shit up, no cap, no cap, woah
Young SEX

[Chorus]
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (Skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil’ baby (Top the Forbes)
I don’t like no long nails on my lady (Of course)
Is it you that can’t prevail that I’m shady
White toes in her heels, she the latest (Toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (She made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)

[Verse 1]
Diamonds on me wetter than a tub
Shoppin’ every day ’cause we used to be fucked up
Keep a yellow Cinderella on the tuck
YYB’s on, ain’t no way I’m givin’ up
Different color diamonds on me, bitch, I’m dead wrong
And my bitch in Saudi Arabia, but her redbone
I got money, niggas doubted, now I’m mad on
Ayy, I got Rollie-Pollies on my two tone
These tenderoni can’t get off me, I see (I see)
My slime brothers Pluto, Savage, and YB
Quavo, Takeoff (Yeah), Offset (Yeah), Uzi (Who?)
Lil Durk (Who else?), Meek Mill (Who else?), Drizzy (Who else?)
More names (Who else?), plenty (Young SEX)

[Chorus]
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (Skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil’ baby (Top the Forbes)
I don’t like no long nails on my lady (Of course)
Is it you that can’t prevail that I’m shady
White toes in her heels, she the latest (Toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (She made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)

[Verse 2]
I keep exotic drinks and juices by the crates (Young SEX)
She put my cum in her cup like it was shake
I’ll never fuck this bitch again, it was a mistake
I’m Teletubby, diamonds green, blue, white, and grape
I can afford these black diamonds like a spade (Oh)
I might overdue the city with a maid
I got riches and I guard ’em like the Navy
Pin it up and let me drink it like you’re naked (Let’s go)
It don’t matter the ho call like mine baby (It don’t matter)
Got a lil’ money to leave your head on the pavement
Flawless carats got these niggas stand in they places
AR’d up before I come and issue statements (Young SEX)

[Chorus]
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (Skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil’ baby (Top the Forbes)
I don’t like no long nails on my lady (Of course)
Is it you that can’t prevail that I’m shady
White toes in her heels, she the latest (Toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (She made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix

[Outro]
Drippin’, drippin’ gold (Drip), wipe a nigga nose (Wipe a nigga nose)
This year I’m goin’ back thirty-two goals (On you hoes)
This year I seen thirty-two mil’ (Yeah)
Last year I popped thirty-five thousand pills (No cap)
Bigger X pill like a ferris wheel (Woo)
I go to town, blond hair, yeah
Long living like a motherfuckin’ wrestler
If I ask, I know she’ll let me live like I’m a bachelor
Mercedes
Baby
My mama hate it
Prevail I’m shady
Ladies
Baby
Baby

The Band Perry – Nite Swim Lyrics

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[Intro]
Night swim

[Verse 1]
New friends, cold black ocean
Sun down, fingers frozen
You’re a new wave, new emotion
Not quite lovers, but I’m so open for you
Can’t stay, see you later
Slow fade, days like vapor
I’m a sad bitch, end of summer
End of another, my tears runneth over

[Pre-Chorus]
Cherry fly, cherry fly, short pretty life
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, go if you like
50 days, 50 days, one final night
Can you stay? Can you stay? Say that you might

[Chorus]
Night swimming, darkness twisting
Lights out, just keep clinging to me
Won’t drown, just keep kicking with me
What a feeling, night swimming
Yeah

[Verse 2]
LA, mistake maker
Biscayne, pastel papers
I got new plans, future waters
Future planets, if you want ’em
You got big cake, still don’t matter
Full case, you never been sadder
Like a sad bitch, I think you’d rather
Not get shattered, so you scatter

[Pre-Chorus]
And you cruise around, cruise around, ride in the night
Think about, think about, me right by your side
50 days, 50 days, ultraviolet light
You should stay, you should stay, you should really try

[Chorus]
Night swimming, darkness twisting
Lights out, just keep clinging to me
Won’t drown, just keep kicking with me
What a feeling, night swimming
Night swimming, we’re still dripping
Starlight, just keep wishing on me
Uptight, just keep chilling with me
What a feeling, ah (Night swimming)

[Bridge]
Oh, drift out with me, now we got each other
Something beautiful can last forever
Don’t forget me now, it’d be so bummer
Sinking under, one last summer
Drift out with me, now we got each other
Something beautiful can last forever
Don’t forget me now, it’d be so bummer
Sinking under, one last summer
Night swimming, no more endings, yeah
Night swimming, just keep kicking with me
Night swimming

[Chorus]
Night swimming, darkness twisting
Lights out, just keep clinging to me
Won’t drown, just keep kicking with me
What a feeling, night swimming

[Outro]
[?] with me, now we got each other
Something beautiful can last forever (Just keep kicking with me)
Don’t forget me now, it’d be so bummer (Just keep kicking with me)
Sinking under, we’re just night swimming

Young Thug – I Bought Her Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)

[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin