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Lil Yachty – 66 lyrics

(feat. Trippie Redd)

[Intro]
DY Krazy

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Racks up, racks up, pullin’ out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin’ beans
Dropped out, now I’m rich, flexin’ ’til I’m 66

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Flexin’ for these bands, finna pop out, ayy
Boolin’ on the block I got my Glock out, ayy
I just pulled up in a Bentley
All the hatred go right to your fuckin’ kidney
Flexin’ bands, lil’ nigga won’t get a penny, yeah
I’ma keep on runnin’ it up, ayy
I’ma keep on runnin’ it up, fuckin’ it up
This choppa bustin’ you up, ayy
There you go, testin’ your luck, dumb as fuck, yeah (ayy, ooh)
Flexin’ baby, pull up in a drop top, ayy
Diamonds dancin’ on me, baby hopscotch
Bling blaow, shinin’ fresh just like some Pop Rocks, ayy
Fireworks, when I pull up to your block, pop

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Racks up, racks up, pullin’ out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin’ beans
Dropped out, now I’m rich, flexin’ ’til I’m 66
Racks up, racks up, pullin’ out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin’ beans
Dropped out, now I’m rich, flexin’ ’til I’m 66

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, when my brother get out, told him ain’t no block now
Same bitches curbin’ all up on my cock now
Twenty bitches and they all comin’ with me (skrrt, skrrt)
Side by side, me and Trippie in the Bentley (skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, and I bought it ain’t no rentin’
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck, why is you ventin’? (huh, huh)
In 2016, I got hotter than your skate team (huh, huh)
2018, I need at least like eight rings (huh, huh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Racks up, racks up (gang, gang), pullin’ out a Bentley truck (yeah)
Semi, semi, keep it tucked (yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (woah)
14, 14 (‘teen), high school, servin’ beans (beans)
Dropped out, now I’m rich (yeah), flexin’ ’til I’m 66 (yeah)
Racks up, racks up (yeah), pullin’ out a Bentley truck (skrrt)
Semi, semi, keep it tucked (yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (aight)
14, 14 (yeah), high school, servin’ beans (beans)
Dropped out, now I’m rich (yeah), flexin’ ’til I’m 66

Lil Yachty – BABY DADDY lyrics

(feat. Lil Pump & Offset of Migos)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh
30, you a fool for this one
Tell your baby daddy I’m richer
Bitch, I don’t wanna sip liquor, stop tryna pressure my niggas
Just left the club, that shit was weak, grab me a hoe off the street (huh)
Wait ’till I leave, I’m finna fuck, beat it ’till I fall asleep (whoo!)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim, shoot out the roof, no aim
I want the guap, you can have fame, I make them blue hunnids sing

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two choppas with me, I don’t use no pistols (brr, ooh)
Big, fat Backwood, it look like a missile (yuh, ooh)
My bitches come when I go blow the whistle (brr)
Your girl gave me top, and then you gon’ kiss her (damn)
Yeah, I walked in and I’m drippin’, it’s Fiji (ooh)
Too much ice on me, the doctor come see me (damn)
Niggas hate on me, they wish they could be me (oh shit)
All my cars foreign and they ain’t got no ceiling (woo)
Blow two hunnid bands at night (yeah)
Show you how I’m livin’ life (ooh!)
Fuck five hoes, I ain’t got a wife (damn)
Bust down on Napoleon Dynamite (yeah)
Glacier on my neck, I don’t need a light
Pour eight in a two liter, I ain’t thinkin’ twice
Smoke twenty blunts, yeah, I’m feelin’ like a fuckin’ kite (brr)
Put my dick in her, oh shit, yeah, her pussy tight (ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Offset]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke, he hit the plug for a free line of coke
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr, brr), shoot out the roof, no aim (hey!)
I want the guap, you can have fame, I made them blue hunnids sing (Offset!)

[Verse 2: Offset]
I make them blue hunnids talk (talk to me)
Pinky ring white, look like chalk (white)
I got your bitch, I just bought (bought)
How much you think in my vault? (How much?)
Chopper with the pump, it got sawed (brr)
Patek cost a hunnid, oh, Lord (Patek gang)
Diamond VVS’s, whoa, whoa (whoa)
My pockets double-stuffed, it overload (overload)
Slidin’ on your bitch in a peacoat (slide)
Super Bowl on my fist, subzero (slide)
Black Bentayga, it’s a emo (woo)
Shootin’ dice in Vegas, shoot a free-throw (whoa)
Bombs in the trap like a C4 (bombs)
Fuck her in her mouth, wanna de-load (uhh)
Bitch I’m not the sheep, I’m the big G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Go and check the peephole

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Offset]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy, your baby daddy a buster, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke (woo, woo, woo, woo), he hit the plug for a free line of coke (hey)
I’m thirty deep with the whole gang, pull up, we bringin’ the pain (gang, gang, gang)
Fuckin’ a bitch, grabbin’ her throat, poppin’ out all of her veins (we did)
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang, nut on her face, fuck up her bangs (gah)
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane, choppa, it sing like Zayn (brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr), shoot out the roof, no aim (brr)
I want the guap, you can have fame (guap, guap, guap), I made them blue hunnids sing (hey!)

Lil Yachty – BOOM! lyrics

(feat. Ugly God)

[Intro: Lil Yachty & Ugly God]
(30, you a fool for this one)
Run it up, mhm
I finally realized why you niggas hatin’
Niggas ain’t gettin’ no money, man
‘Cause when you ain’t gettin’ no money, you know what I’m sayin’, like
You know what I’m sayin’, stressed out, you know what I’m sayin’
You stressed out when you get no money
We stressless over here, niggas is stress free
Yup, aye, yup, aye, yup, aye
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, aye, yuh, yuh yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, damn, yuh, okay, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
And that lil’ car go fast (fast) and that lil’ car go zoom (zoom)
That lil’ bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil’ bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon’ hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (damn)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (grr)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout your clique, uh
Y’all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout the bitch, uh
Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)

[Verse 1: Ugly God]
I’m like “Whoops”, huh, I might peel off in a coupe, huh
Nigga better not take my chain, huh, blow that bitch up like a nuke, huh
I do this shit for my mama, my mama told me don’t forget ’bout my roots (huh)
I just been countin’ my commas, talk down I’ma stomp that boy out in my boots (huh)
Hop in the whip and go vroom, nigga talk down, I go boom
I won’t even break a sweat, I’ma just call up my goons
Get yo’ ass gone for the low, my shooters gon’ ride to the moon
Then I’ma fuck on ya ho, take that bitch back to the room
Aye, I’ma shoot shots if you talk down on my name
I don’t miss shots, but my choppa got aim
Old money, but it don’t walk with a cane
VVS diamonds, just talk to my chain
Yeah I beat her back out, it get knocked out the frame
Fuck my old whip, had to cop me a Range
She don’t fuck with me right now, but as soon as I drop
Guarantee she gon’ fly for the fame

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
And that lil’ car go fast (fast) and that lil’ car go zoom (zoom)
That lil’ bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil’ bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon’ hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (damn)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (grr)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout your clique, uh, y’all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout the bitch, uh, give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Drop and roll (ooh, ooh), death row (ooh)
All bosses caught the 420, uh
Gave her that dick, now she love me (ooh)
Gave her that dick, now she love me
Lean in the glass, like it’s bubbly, huh
These niggas hate that I’m rich, huh
These niggas hate on my bitch, yeah (fuck it)
Fuck with that fuck up (damn)
Fuck, then I dip, ’cause she stuck up (ooh)
Crowd hands up like a stick-up (yeah)
Hit the flick of the wrist, huh
Bank on Lemony Snicket, huh (ooh)
Ice on my neck, cost a ticket, huh (ooh)
Your career rocky like ridges, huh (ooh)
Test me, you gon’ need some stitches
That goes for any of you bitches (lil boat)
Chopsticks (ooh), nigga, get beat up in the moshpits (yeah)
Leave a nigga lumpy, like cheese grits (yeah)
Dick ’bout as long as four fish sticks (ooh)
Middle finger to a cop, racist pig that can suck on my cock
Big rocks all inside of my watch, that’s not a Rolex, my nigga, that’s Swatch

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
And that lil’ car go fast (yeah) and that lil’ car go zoom (zoom)
That lil’ bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil’ bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon’ hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (skr, skr)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (skr, skr)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout your clique, uh, y’all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout the bitch, uh, give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)

[Outro: Ugly God]
Skrr, skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr

Lil Yachty – COUNT ME IN lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Bangin’ out the mothafuckin’ back door
Yeah, you sippin’ but you not sippin’ Act’ though (facts)
Double C’s on my feet, gang bangin’ Bs (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin’ percs, E’s and triple C’s (pop)
Off top, gimme top ’cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, “Nigga please” (hah)
Touch my riches, you’ll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexin’ for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got twelve left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don’t dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!, huh)
Stackin’ shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face, Code Lyoko (lil’ boat)
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4’s (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, “It’s sweet”, she said, “It’s sweet, just like nectar” (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (brr)
Aye, these niggas got me hot
Don’t bitch, don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking ’bout you mad, that’s some shots at yo’ dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t ’bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run, he’s a robber (yeah)
Kickin’ doors, bangin’ hoes, had to stay ten toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin’ on ten hoes (whoo)
Aye, fuck with me (yeah)
I’m rich as hell, yo’ bitch love on me (gang)
You don’t have to like me, just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me (fuck it)
Aye, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
Is there smoke pussy boy? Please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)

[Chorus]
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (mhm)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrt, hah)
Yeah, you can count me in (mhm)
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr skrr)
Yeah, you can count me in (hoo)

Lil Yachty – DAS CAP lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you ever looked at a nigga, like, who was just poppin’, poppin’ shit and you just knew he was, knew that nigga was broke?
Broke ass nigga

[Chorus]
Das cap, talkin’ online you get papped
My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap
Fuck postin’ up in the trap
I’m finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map
Rich and it ain’t ’cause of rap, yeah
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings

[Verse 1]
All of my niggas be wildin’ (wildin’)
Stay with the cannon, the gang wildin’ out
Nigga don’t talk about stylin’
I stay with the drip, put it all in her mouth
New coupe, it came with twin turbo
Sendin’ ’em bullets like Tony Romo
Put that bitch on the syrup, it’s slow-mo
Pullin’ off with the gang in a four door (skrt)
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check it out, uh
I’m with the static like radio, why do your pistol shoot vertical?

[Interlude]
Man, you niggas ain’t shootin’ at nobody man
You niggas shootin’ in air man
All these niggas do is flodge, flake, and beef through texts
Man these niggas is hoes
Niggas ain’t gettin’ no goddamn money man
And das cap, these niggas ain’t, these niggas ain’t gettin’ no fuckin’ money

[Chorus]
Das cap, talkin’ online you get papped
My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap
Fuck postin’ up in the trap
I’m finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map
Rich and it ain’t ’cause of rap, yeah
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings

[Verse 2]
Okay, I’m tryna fuck a new bitch
I’m tryna make a new flip, hittin’ home runs like Chip, huh
Yeah, fuck with a nigga (fuck it)
Fuck with my money, we might have to cut us a nigga
Ain’t no debatin’ with none of y’all niggas
Twenty two diamonds, that shine in the picture
Menthol, shorty blow dick like Newport (Newport)
Hundred thousand dollars in the Jansport (Jansport)
Stackin’ money tall, make a camp fort
Fuck it

[Interlude]
Man, man you know the world would be a lot more truthful if you had to pay a lie man
These niggas be lyin’ out they ass man
Just talkin’ for no reason
Cappin’ this, cappin’ that, I don’t understand that, you never capped on nothin’
I’m the youngest nigga, I mean everything I say, I do what I say you feel me?

[Chorus]
Das cap, talkin’ online you get papped
My young nigga keep a strap, drive with a strap on his lap
Fuck postin’ up in the trap
I’m finna cop me a island, yeah, and put myself on the map
Rich and it ain’t ’cause of rap, yeah
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings
Bitch I ain’t rentin’, I hop in a Bentley, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You mad? Fuck ya’ feelings

[Outro]
Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah
Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah skrt

Lil Yachty – FLEX lyrics

[Verse 1]
And you hate when I do this shit, skate with extended clips
House got too many whips, let that hoe get something fierce
30, you a fool for this one
I might ice my AK out, I might ice my steerin’ wheel
Give that bitch the dick, dickin’ in it like a power drill
I might cop a crib where the back got a Ferris wheel

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

[Verse 2]
Bitch, yeah you stay up on my nuts, boy
Get your guap right, get your mind right
Denim Japanese, waist fits super tight
Fuck that bitch, Netflix and Chill, let me crack like a seal
I got niggas servin’ deals, to my niggas that shit real
404 ’til I’m killed, give a fuck ’bout how you feel, huh
My bitch love it, my bitch love poppin’ pills
Why? ‘Cause it makes her geek for real
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

[Verse 3]
Get her done, get her done, get her done
I was buyin’ diamond, you was waitin’ for tax refunds
Lame nigga, shame nigga, anything for fame nigga
One diamond chain nigga, hate me ’cause my name bigger
Yeah, diamond rings too insane nigga
RIP to Kurt Cobain nigga
1993 I bring that pain nigga

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

Lil Yachty – FWM lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ real deep, pussy nigga, and I’m too good
AK, no carbon fiber, bitch real wood
Know some young niggas, turned rich and is still hood
Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new bitch
White X6 M with a boost kit
Playin’ wit’ the guap, that’ll get your ends split
Used to be broke, eatin’ jelly sandwich with the crust cut off
Pump with the sawed-off

[Chorus]
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Boat and two hoes in a Lambo, yeah (uh!)
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend, “Step it up” (whoo)
Ain’t no raw, bitch, we gon’ wrap it up (no)
Pole game, tryna run it up (yeah)
Lock safe like a Brink’s truck (huh)
Fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, yeah
Yo’ bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, (whoo)
Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah (ooh)
Ridin’ ’round town, drop top wit’ your sister
Make her suck dick ’til her lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer (bitch)

[Verse 2]
Young ass nigga, I don’t even drink liquor
I don’t even pull up to the mixer (nah)
I don’t even want to fuck the vixen (huh)
I do, but I know she gon’ tell (huh)
Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard (ding)
It sound like a bell (bitch)
Pussy nigga I repel, real niggas don’t take Ls
Hop in the Bentley, the Maybach, the G-Wagon, nigga whatever (yeah)
Glockety tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon’ pop it wherever (yeah)
Pellz gon’ pop it wherever, Lil Baby gon’ pop it wherever
Stay out the mix, stay wit’ a bitch in the whip (skrr)
Hellcat hit a flip (skrr), up it up wit’ a chip (skrr skrr)
Bitch nigga don’t you send for me (nah) unless the check got an M for me (yeah)
Write it out to my industry (yeah), the bitch lace front incomplete
These niggas loco, hang wit’ the cops, you McFogell
Bitch nigga I am a mogul

[Chorus]
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Ballin’ two hoes in a Lambo, yeah (uh!)
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend, “Step it up” (whoo)
Ain’t no raw, bitch, we gon’ wrap it up (no)
Pole game, tryna run it up (yeah)
Lock safe like a Brink’s truck (huh)
Fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, yeah
Yo’ bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, (whoo)
Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah (ooh)
Ridin’ ’round town, drop top wit’ your sister
Make her suck dick ’til her lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer (bitch)

[Outro]
Run it up
Pussy
Yeah
Whoo!

Lil Yachty – love me forever lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus]
Love me today, love me forever
Ride with me, bae, ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me forever
Love me today, love me today
Love me today, love me forever
Ride with me, bae, ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me today
Will you love me today? And love me forever

[Verse]
(Lil Boat)
What type of time you want? (oh)
Make you fall in love by the time you gone
Ain’t tryna play wit’ you, baby, I’m too grown (grown)
Gettin’ too much guap (guap), put diamonds in your watch (watch)
Baby girl, you look good in that halter top
Drop the top on the coupe and do donuts in the lot
Hold it down for me (yeah)
Baby, watch my back, these niggas plottin’ on me (yeah)
Both of us are bosses, that’s why you ride with me

[Chorus]
Love me today, love me forever
Ride with me, bae, ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me forever
Love me today, love me today
Love me today, love me forever
Ride with me, bae, ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me today
Will you love me today? And love me forever

Lil Yachty – she ready lyrics

(feat. PnB Rock)

[Intro: PnB Rock]
Earl on the beat
30, you a fool for this one
Mmm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, aye

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Lil Yachty]
She said she wanna be my main bitch, aye
She think she ready to be famous, aye (yeah)
She said she wanna be my wife, aye (yeah)
She think ready for this life, yeah, yeah
You really think you ready for this life? (whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride (whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride for me
Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Quick camera flash, brand new Hermès bag
Benz truck, ride it fast, don’t you dare ever look back
I can change your life, gotta make sure that you right for me
Make your wildest dreams everyday reality
Ooh, everyday steak is for dinner, havin’ good sex in a Sprinter
Your last nigga was a renter, well girl, I’m a buyer
Pirelli all on my tires, I’ll tell your boss you quit if you not already fired
I love gettin’ wires, counting up, counting up, count
All these Ms in my account, lift up the truck with a mount
Hittin’ home runs like Jeter, ’bout to go cop me a brand new two-seater
I been knew that you was a eater, that’s why I fuck with you
I feel like I’m stuck with you, I need you to come on through
Just pass this test or two

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Lil Yachty]
She said she wanna be my main bitch, aye
She think she ready to be famous, aye (yeah)
She said she wanna be my wife, aye (yeah)
She think ready for this life, yeah, yeah
You really think you ready for this life? (whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride (whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride for me
Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
All these camera lights, shawty, welcome to the life
All these diamonds, all this ice, shawty, I could treat you right (yeah)
You could be my main, introduce you to the fame (fame)
Put you on a private plane, shawty, just don’t ever change (nah)
And we can go straight to the top (yeah), we can be countin’ this guap (yeah)
And we can be takin’ trips to different cities, just me and you all in a drop
I just got that new McLaren (yeah), oh, that’s that new Gucci you wearin’ (Gucci)
Just got some new titties and matching new ass, that’s why these niggas they starin’
And they mad ’cause you rollin’ with me, you keep that pussy soakin’ for me
And I don’t really care what they try to say, ’cause you out in the open with me
When I usually keep it low-key
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me, girl, you look like a star with me

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Lil Yachty]
She said she wanna be my main bitch, aye (be my main)
She think she ready to be famous, aye (famous, yeah)
She said she wanna be my wife, aye (be my wife, yeah)
She think ready for this life, yeah, yeah (is you ready for this life?, yeah)
You really think you ready for this life? (for this life, whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride (whoa, is you gon’ ride?)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride for me (if you gon’ ride)
Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me (you on the side of me, yeah)

Lil Yachty – WHOLE lotta GUAP lyrics

[Intro]
Whole lotta hunnids (ooh)
Too many bands, I can’t thumb it (ooh)
Whole lotta hunnids (ooh)
Too many bands, I can’t thumb it (ooh)
Whole lotta hunnids (ooh)
Too many bands, I can’t thumb it (ooh)

[Verse 1]
Watch how I thumb it (yeah), choppa, it came with a drum kit (ooh)
I hit the jaw for the kicks (uh), I fucked a bitch in the back (yuh)
I got a 6 and a 2 (what), I got a 12 and a 8, ooh, how that taste?
Baby (fuck it up, fuck it up), eat it up, huh
Upgrade the whip, had to lift it up (huh)
Brother locked up, he would whip it up (huh)
Whip it, whip it, whip it up (whip)
Got a choppa in the kitchen, hundred bitches, they all with it
And I ball like I’m Pippen, don’t fall when you’re sippin’
Never see me limpin’, used to ride ’round in the Lincoln
Beat on that pussy, it’s leakin’ (uh), hit it one time, now she geekin’ (uh)
Baby you trippin’, start tweakin’ (uh), you know we fuck on the weekend (skrr)

[Chorus]
I got a crib at the top (top)
Brother, he stay on the block (what)
Brother, he sip on the wock (what)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Used to have work in the socks (socks)
I’m talkin’ pieces that hit (yeah)
Bro got the stickies, bro got the bullets that hit
Bullets, they hit, all of my diamonds, they hit (my diamonds)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, yuh
Free my bro Reese out the slammer (slammer)
Bitch watch him walk with the hammer (yuh), dressin’ like I seen a camera (yuh)
Everyday Christmas, everyday Christmas, baby girl, tell me your wishlist
Fuckin’ a bitch, oh that’s your thot, damn, now she a mistress
I’m in the basement like Tigger (ayy), this lil’ white bitch call me “nigg-er”
Long as she don’t call me broke, dick in her throat till she choke (ooh)
Me and the gang make it rain (yuh), tell me, lil’ bitch can you float? (float)
Walk in the club with the scope, diamond chains, fuck ropes
Ayy, whole lotta guap (guap), I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Fuck that lil’ bitch out her socks, teachin’ a stripper ’bout stocks
Stalk, stalk, stalk, stalk, all of these bitches, they stalk
Watch how a young nigga walk (huh), I put the Bentley in park

[Chorus]
I got a crib at the top (top)
Brother, he stay on the block (what)
Brother, he sip on the wock (what)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Used to have work in the sock
I’m talkin’ pieces that hit (yeah)
Bro got the stickies, bro got the bullets that hit
Bullets, they hit, all of my diamonds, they hit
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap)

Lil Yachty – MICKEY lyrics

(feat. Offset of Migos & Lil Baby)

[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one

[Verse 1: Offset & Lil Yachty]
Trappin’ out the back streets
Runnin’ through the packs like a track meet (zoom)
Pull up with two pistols on me, Max P
Back to back the Bentley truck, we on repeat
Drippin’ on these bitches, put a stain on ’em
Lamborghini Aventador, no brain on it
Iced out Patek with the rain on it
Automatic with the scope, range on it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Spent 160, that’s on two watches (two watches)
God damn, think I need a new hobby (new hobby)
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Niggas dick ridin’ with a Ducati (Ducati)
Check it out, check it out, check it out (hoo)
Ridin’ ’round town with the sticks out (hoo)
It’s fashion week, so I bought the Rick’s out (hoo)
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Yeah)
These niggas hatin’ ’cause I’m too rich (too rich)
Big carats, same size Cheez-Its (Cheez-Its)
88 thou’ for a new wrist (whoo)
Peter Piper, pull up with a new pistol (pew, pew)
Those not diamonds, those crystals
Runnin’ to the money like I’m Frank Gore (yuh)
This ring cost more than a Honda ‘Cord (skrt)
Fuck with the set then it’s over with (over with)
Walk in the spot, get it overlit (overlit)
I want some pussy, she open it (open it)
Fuck her one time then I’m over it (over it)
These niggas weird and they talk too much (yuh)
All these new niggas, they socialists (yuh)
Holdin’ on tight to my braggin’ rights
I write my name on the mogul list

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Spent 160, that’s on two watches (two watches)
God damn, think I need a new hobby (new hobby)
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Niggas dick ridin’ with a Ducati (Ducati)
Check it out, check it out, check it out (hoo)
Ridin’ ’round town with the sticks out (hoo)
It’s fashion week, so I bought the Rick’s out (hoo)
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse (gang)

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Million dollar lick but I missed out (missed out)
Had to sleep on the drank, I was pissed off (pissed off)
Got 100 on your hand, hold your wrist out (wrist out)
Hellcat racecar, no pitstop (no pitstop)
Had a million dollars cash at my bitch house (bitch house)
Wearin’ 20 thousand dollar outfits now (outfits)
Coupe cost 160 and I cashed out (cash)
Lil’ Steve comin’ home, ’bout to max out
Anything I buy, I’m spendin’ all 20s
100s and 50s goin’ to the grave wit’ me (yeah)
I sleep with a chopper and bathe with a glizzy
A nigga try Yachty, we shootin’ up the city (frraah)
Ask them other niggas how we got busy (how we got busy)
It ain’t no sleep ’til we hittin’ the victim (hittin’ our victim)
Nigga play gangster, but we know they bitches (we know they bitches)
I’m thinkin’ they mad ’cause we fuckin’ they bitches

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Spent 160, that’s on two watches (two watches)
God damn, think I need a new hobby (new hobby)
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti (Bugatti)
Niggas dick ridin’ with a Ducati (Ducati)
Check it out, check it out, check it out (hoo)
Ridin’ ’round town with the sticks out (hoo)
It’s fashion week, so I bought the Rick’s out (hoo)
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse (gang)

Lil Yachty – TALK TO ME NICE lyrics

(feat. Quavo of Migos)

[Intro: Lil Yachty & Quavo]
(DJ Durel)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, I bang with the main man (man)
Had the same gang since the playpen (pen)
Neck crystal lake, no Jason (Jason)
I see more Ms than a Maison logo (yeah)
Got a white bitch but I call her Coco (yeah)
Tint so dark, hiding from the photo (skrrt)
20 years old, I’m 12 M’s in
I’m fuckin’ this ho from the west end (yeah)
Add up them numbers, they packin’ (yeah)
Check so big, make you backspin (yeah)
Thirty-round clip, get your butt chin (pew, pew)
Sleep with the chopper on the nightstand (yeah)
Seats in the coupe, gettin’ suntan (yeah)
Stay with the stick like I’m Sandman (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck with the move (movie), gang got the shoot (woo)
15 thousand (yeah, yeah), just for some shoes (cash)
Put it on a sprinter (sprinter), put it on a lil boat (lil boat)
This is not a rental (no), I own this hoe (this hoe, dat way)
Yeah, look at these prices (prices)
Look at this ice and the way I rock these jewels
Talk to me nice (nices)
Talk to me nice, I’ll pull up and I’ll come through
Talk to me nice (nice, woo)
Talk to me nice, I’ll pull up and I’ll come through
Talk to me nice (nices)
Talk to me nice, I’ll pull up and I’ll come through

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Huncho!) Niggas get shot (shoot) at the alpha cloud (cloud)
Pull up to the spot (spot), kitchen flooded out (flooded out)
Niggas love thots (whoo), Stir-fry, cookin’ pots (Stir-fry)
More bowls than Bol Bol, huh, more bowls than a mosh (bowl)
Fuck on a YRN logo (smash), fuck nigga signed with the popos (12)
I could still go back to the hood (hood), then step out and autograph photos (photos)
Gelato, biscotti, biscotto (biscotto), coupe too low, dodge potholes
That show girl on the low my hoe, got 8 rings on, no GEICO (GEICO)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck with the move (movie), gang got the shoot (woo)
15 thousand (yeah, yeah), just for some shoes (cash)
Put it on a sprinter (sprinter), put it on a lil boat (lil boat)
This is not a rental (no), I own this ho (this ho, dat way)
Yeah, look at these prices (prices)
Look at this ice and the way I rock these jewels
Talk to me nice (nices)
Talk to me nice, I’ll pull up and I’ll come through
Talk to me nice (nice, woo)
Talk to me nice, I’ll pull up and I’ll come through
Talk to me nice (nices)
Talk to me nice, I’ll pull up and I’ll come through

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat) On God, I stay with the fire
Runnin’ round town with the F on the tire
That boy a lil’ weird, check his chest for the wire
These broke-ass rappers need words for hire
It’s Yachty, bitch, can you tell me who’s flyer? (flyer?)
Read ’bout me, bitch, in the Esquire
QC, the label, the empire, young rich nigga, I inspire
And I need that, never ask no one for feedback
Got a bitch to set niggas up, shawty love settin’ rat traps
Shawty love eatin’ Rap Snacks, at the crib with a F&N
Got a .223 and it don’t kick back, make a million, then I sit back (gang)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Fuck with the move (movie), gang got the shoot (whoo)
15 thousand (yeah, yeah), just for some shoes (cash)
Put it on a sprinter (sprinter), put it on a lil boat (lil boat)
This is not a rental (no), I own this ho (dat way)
Yeah, prices

Lil Yachty – POP OUT lyrics

(feat. JBan$)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh, yeah bitch
DigitalNas
Yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I’m in the hood like Mrs. Winner’s, uh
Basketball seats in a Beamer, uh
Pull up with sticks, pull up with clips, all on the hip, yeah, yeah
I turn a two to a six, yeah (uh)
Servin’ these stripper hoes dick, yeah
You sick of me, yeah, and I know it, huh (yeah)
All of this money, I blow it, huh (skr)
All of these hoes, yeah they goin’, huh (uh)
All of my shooters they blowin’ (boom!)
Anyway, why you come over? You ain’t goin’, huh
You a whole thot, and I know this, huh (yeah)
Beat him in the pot with the elbow, huh
Skrt out the lane with the new whip (skrt)
Diamonds in the ear like a Q-tip, huh
Bitch give me top with them duck lips, uh (yeah)
Your boyfriend, he scared of me (yeah)
I’m geeked up off that amphetamine (yeah)
Hairy pussy give me allergies (yeah)
Bitch I don’t shop at no Malleries (no)
I get my diamonds from Icebox, huh (yeah)
Big Gucci link with the white rocks (whoo)
Just left Chicago like White Sox (yeah), tryna get a bitch with some dreadlocks
I got a bitch sippin’ Redrum (damn), I don’t even know where she came from (nah)
I walk around with a AK (damn), that lil’ shit sound like a snare drum (yeah)
DN, DN, DN, DN, DN

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, yeah, pop out
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, what’s up, what’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out

[Verse 2: JBan$]
Rock out (woo, woo), I bring the guap out (I bring the what?)
I’m on the block with the Glock out (doot doot doot)
I pop a perc, make her tap out (yeah, yeah)
This is the modern day pop sound, aye (yeah)
Diamonds on lighthouse (diamonds on lighthouse)
Glacier Boy still fuck with White Owl
Double my cup till I pass out, sippin’ Act’ now, uh
Ooh, treat the Maybach like a Honda, speedin’ and swervin’, might fall out
Lil’ baby know I’m not average, I get the top, and I kick her out
Ooh, my diamonds on igloo, I need that junk for my mental (yeah, yeah)
She pop that pussy, no pimple (yeah, yeah)
Gucci my runners, I get loose
JBan$, JBan$, JBan$, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, huh, yeah, huh, pop out, huh
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, huh, what’s up, huh, what’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, yeah

Lil Yachty – OOPS lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz & K$upreme)

[Intro]
Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I am killin’ it

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Never needed nothin’, nigga
Canary yellow diamonds like the wrapper of a Butterfinger
Hit him, then my brother follow up, that’s a double stinger
Told the bitch, “True”, she runnin’ ’round like it’s Jerry Springer
It could be an opera singer
Two speedin’ tickets in a month, that’s the Bentley Coupe
Split the check in half with the gang, that’s what brothers do
Check a bitch, checkmate, check please, woo!
Two cribs, six cars, under 22

[Chorus: K$upreme & Lil Yachty]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga’s bitch, I’m like, “Oops” (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that’s an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin’ ’round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin’ Polos, I was buyin’ coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Lames still rockin’ them Ray-Bans (Ray-Bans)
Them sure look like Ray-Bans (woo)
Took a brick, then got a spray tan (hah)
Represent the A like a exam
Live from the block, shine in the dark
Grind à la carte, time on the clock
Can’t get it back, where you niggas at?
Sold so many z’s, can’t take a nap (tell ’em)
Tired of the fraternize
I am as real as they advertise (yeah)
I like the pussy with sanitize (true)
She left her thong, tried to sabatoge
Bitch, you know I got a main (got a main)
I got my pockets on Country Kane
Gator shit on like a Florida game
If you spill somethin’ on me, I wouldn’t get a stain
Oops, oops

[Chorus: K$upreme & Lil Yachty]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga’s bitch, I’m like, “Oops” (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that’s an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin’ ’round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin’ Polos, I was buyin’ coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Racks up, fat knots, deep bass, big watch
Six cars, young Yacht, too rich, clean stitch (woo)
Lean fixed, grill-less, new whip black as Seal, sis
Diamonds all real, sis, yo’ daughter my gutter, bitch
The belly gettin’ bigger (woo), might put some ice on my trigger (huh)
Choppa start singin’ like Trigga (Trigga)
Don’t fuck with me, nigga
Yeah, late night, I’m out with your bitch, someone took a pic, ooh (yuh)
What that is up on my wrist?, that’s a whole brick, Lil Boat (woo)

[Chorus: K$upreme & Lil Yachty]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga’s bitch, I’m like, “Oops” (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that’s an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin’ ’round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin’ Polos, I was buyin’ coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops

Lil Yachty – NBAYOUNGBOAT lyrics

(feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Lil Yachty]
Wop, skrt
Skrt skrt
Wop, wop
Skrt skrt, skrt skrt
I don’t know what you take me for ho
Wop, wop
I ain’t goin’ for it
Wop

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a bad bitch getter
Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don’t fuck with broke niggas
Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga
You ain’t know, now you know, nigga, Hi-tec pour a four, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Bitch roll me my sack before I come in
80 thousand dollars plus a jet on a backend
Twenty twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken
Brother locked up, he spent much time in the kitchen
We ain’t really with none of that pretendin’ and shit (pretendin’ and shit)
I got six Catholic hoes in here sinnin’ and shit (sinnin’ and shit)
Pour that shit up, bust it down (hoo)
Bought a new crib, it got several amenities (gang)
You gon’ get shot like the Kennedys (yeah)
Fuckin’ with Lil Boat and YB (doot, pew)

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Carbine it sound like a dump truck (trraaa)
Soon as I up, he gon’ back up (boom boom)
She wanna fuck, I’ma smash her (smash)
He want a verse, I’ma tax him (I’ma tax him)
Say you want smoke, it ain’t ’bout nothing
I know that nigga ain’t ’bout nothing (he ain’t ’bout it)
Bring out the boat when the flood coming
Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
I’m with the .38 baby, my neck see more water than the Navy (gang)
I was finna fuck your bitch, my nigga then I got lazy (ugh)
I saw your new watch, that shit cool but my shit crazy
Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy (yeah)
I’m with Lil Baby yeah, keep a .380, yeah (pew pew)
I’m with big Slime, yeah you know we goin’ brazy, yeah (slatt)

[Verse 5: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
17 with four babies, yeah
Lotta money, know they hate me, yeah
One on four, they try to play me, yeah
Shoot his ass right up in here (pew pew, pew pew)
Diamonds, they shine like a headlight (shine)
I keep that lil’ bitch if her head right
I’ma lay up and fuck on her every night (every night)
When I’m leavin’ I’m headin’ straight to the flight (no)
Got a tiger but no I’m not Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Scuff in the club like Fight Night (Fight Night)
I make that lil’ ho act right (act right)
I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right (bitch)

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Put that lil bitch on a Spirit flight (gang)
Return her next to me one night (nyoom)
We running and ducking from squad lights (hoo)I got 32 shots in the gun fight
These niggas sweet like a honey bun (sweet)
Don’t worry ’bout where my money from
At the crib, on the couch, we got huntin’ guns (doot)
Dissect his hand from his other arm (doot, doot, doot)
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a big bag getter (woo)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, never met a real nigga (bitch)
Never had six figures, my bitch do tricks nigga
I go by Lil Boat and I’m coolin’ with some real hittas (gang)
Whip on the wrist, that’s a brick on the fist, nigga
No light needed for this chain, it’s gon’ glist nigga (yeah)
VS, one stone, that shit not far from flawless
Fuck a pretty bitch, nigga, my money gorgeous, bitch (Lil Boat)

Lil Yachty – Still Don’t lyrics

Yo Pi’erre you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Bust a nigga brain if he try to take a chain (gang)
22 chains and they all say my name
Gang gang gang give a fuck about a bitch (fuck her)
75 karats in my new necklace (nah for real)
We don’t give a damn about a bitch (aye)
We don’t give a damn about a bitch (aye)
Middle fingers up fuck a nigga and his clique (fuck ’em)
I bet that pussy nigga won’t come around me with his bitch (niggas scared)
I take a nigga bitch (gang gang)
Watch on my wrist out of date but it glist
Jimmy Pang on my gang is off the chain for real
High school I spent most my days off the pill
Real talk I probably could’t tell you how it feel
But I know how it feels to be rich cause I am (for real)

[Hook]
Still don’t give a damn about a bitch (fuck ’em)
Still don’t give a fuck about a bitch (fuck ’em, aye, gang gang)
Still don’t give a damn about a bitch
Put your middle finger up fuck a nigga and his clique (gang gang gang gang)
Still wont give a dollar to a hoe
Fuck these pussy niggas they ain’t bro (facts)
Fuck these pussy niggas they ain’t gang
Niggas walking around with they fake diamond chains

Lil Yachty – Die By Myself 3 lyrics

(feat. K$upreme)

[Into: Lil Yachty, K$upreme. & Polo Boy Shawty]
Kpreme
Lil boat (Lil boat)
Polo boy shawty on the track so I ain’t feeling it.
Kpreme
What, what (gang, gang gang gang)
Hoo! Hoo! Lil boat

[Verse 1: K$upreme]
These bitches know what I came for
2 guns on me feeling like Django
3 chains on me but they don’t hang low
I put your bitch in a figure 4
I put that brick in a figure 4
Big blood look a egg roll
Yeah, Big gun AR with the telescope
These niggas be telling on telephone
I fuck your bitch and I send her home (yeah)
Flex on these niggas I’m finna strong

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Pull up on a block snatch a bitch til a nigga gone
Don’t watch them talk crazy on telephone
These niggas pussy like (?)
Hang with more blood than a stream of an IV
Magical monday no ID (ugh)
Millionaire shorty fuck IQ
She pop sick suckin’ dick
Break em’ down like a Twix
Stayin’ out the mix, gettin’ rich at the Ritz

[Verse 3: K$upreme]
Me and my niggas stay lit
Grab me a Sprite full of 6 (lean)
All of these bitches ain’t shit (what)
I walk around with a stick
Came up from trapping off licks
Now I be shipping them bricks
Broke nigga can’t hang with me (broke nigga)
Broke bitches can’t lay with me
I be with the gang probably 10 deep

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Stacks in the corner set, tall about 10 feet
Tats on my body on my arm like I’m Lil Peep
Cut the doors of the G-Waggon like an OG
Fuck a fake nigga, I can die by myself (still)
I only drive in sport cause’ the faster the better
Penthouse shawty, yeah I sleep on God leather
Solid gold chains just to level my self-esteem
On this day came around, got my mother a diamond ring
Earrings that match, all of these bitches want dick that’s a fact
Lil Boat Kpreme (?) like a hedge
Imma Outkast but got more than 3 stacks
[?] while k$upreme was rolling up [thrax?]
Check on inbox all the bitches I crack
Nigga that’s on god

Lil Yachty – Get Low lyrics

[Verse]
And I’m too high up to ever miss her
She a stupid little bitch, she think I’ma kiss her (aye)
Young rich nigga I don’t drink no liquor
And I ball real hard like a 76er
Got my middle finger up cause I don’t fuck with nigga
And my black bitch look like a rolled cigar (uh)
Stomp him in his eye like the light from Pixar

Some praise God, some praise at the Buddah
I disturb the peace like my nickname was Luda (ha)
All my bitches older, all my bitches be cougars
Chopper by my side while I pop at the sicko
Model girls are pretty but I rather a thick hoe
Dick got a ache, and she gon’ think that she sick woe
Always keep it loaded in case a nigga tell me get low (uh)

[Chorus]
Get low, hell nah I can’t get low (whoa)
Get low, hell nah I can’t get low (no)
Hell nah, hell nah, I can’t get low (no)
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Lil Yachty – Perplexing Pegasus Freestyle lyrics

(feat. JBan$)

[Hook]
New whip look like megatron
TV in the room like a jumbotron
My bitch hair long just like Chaka Khan
Young rich nigga, I’m a young Don

[Verse 1]
Beat that pussy like some congos
Nigga talking crazy send him combos
I pull up on the scene, that new whip, that shit blanco
I’m good in the hood just like Roscoes
A1 like Ronco

[Verse 2]
Jumped on a pegasus
Hopped in a section
Got yo bitch way too reckless
Spent too much on my necklace
And that dick got her acting like a exorcist

[Verse 3:JBan$]
Hop out the transformer

Fitness – Matter Of Time lyrics

They say there ain’t seasons in la
They’ve never seen the sunlight play across your face
Oxblood Mustang, maybe ’68
Some bitch got jealous, tagged it up with black spray paint

Every time I go, I come back, I come back don’t you know
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time
Every time I dream of you I wake up next to someone new
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time

So high I couldn’t even take a sip
Of my Code Red Mountain Dew, guess that dates us a bit
In the ivy underneath the 5
We kissed like hypocrites inside our double lives

Every time I go, I come back, I come back don’t you know
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time
Every time I dream of you I wake up next to someone new
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time

Time time time time time
Time time time time
Time time time time time
Time time time time

Every time I go, I come back, I come back don’t you know
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time
Every time I dream of you I wake up next to someone new
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time
Hey baby, it’s just a matter of time

New Day Revolution – Judas lyrics

[Hook]

[Verse 1}
Live your life like a lie
Hide your scars who you are
Grab your gold you’re Judas
‘Cause you made your choice ‘Cause you made your choice

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Cut the chord burn the bridge
Sell me out save your skin
Run away you Judas
Cause you sold your soul, Cause you sold your soul

[Chorus]
Run away from all your shame
Take that knife out of my back
Your greedy heart is what’s to blame
All your words are broke like glass…Broken like glass

[Hook}

[Verse 3]
Take it all for nothing
Seal your fate with a kiss
Turn your back you Judas
Cause you made your choice and you sold your soul

[Chorus]

Run away from all your shame
Take that knife out of my back
Your greedy heart is what’s to blame
All your words are broke like glass…Broken like glass

[Bridge]
You sold me out with no regrets
Lost all your gold as you swing from your rope

[Chorus]
Run away from all your shame
Take that knife out of my back
Your greedy heart is what’s to blame
All your words are broke like glass…Broken like glass

[Bridge]
You sold me out with no regrets
Lost all your gold as you swing from your rope

Peter Hearne – I Want Real lyrics

Verse
By the way did you think I’d fall in love with you again
Even though you ran me round and chased me down once more
What’s the point in hounding me when
You don’t want to catch me in the end
Where to now do I push away from you from all

Chorus
I want real
I want love
I want everything and some more
So take your games I’m heading out the door

Verse
Leave me now
I don’t need these lies from you or anybody else
Get a life
I’d rather be alone than live this way
Tell the truth
If you even know what that word means anymore
Starting here
Starting now leave me alone

Chorus
I want real
I want love
I want everything and then some more
So watch me now I’m heading out the door

Verse
In the end all we have is truth now I dare you to be true
No excuse don’t pretend come be real
What’s the price of giving up your freedom just to never be alone
Leave me be I’d rather live alone than without love

Chorus
I want real
I want love
I want everything and some more
So take your games I’m heading out the door

Bridge
I’m heading out that door today my heart is broken in every way
I gave you love my heart my mind you’ve
Taken me for granted for the very last time

Chorus
I want real
I want love
I want everything and then some more
So watch my back I’m heading for the door

Don’t want to play this game any more
I’m heading out the door
I’m heading out the door
I’m heading out the

Vidas Bareikis – Pusvalanduko lyrics

Ar kada nors gyvenime susimastėte,
Kas būtų, jeigu savo kišenėje turėtumėte papildomą Pusvalanduką?
Juk kartais mum tiek nedaug trūksta. Atrodo tik tai…
Nu… Žodžiu… Supratot mintį.
Pusvalanduko.

Šiandien atsikėliau pusvalandžiu vėliau,
Pavalgyt nesuspėjau, mankštos nepadariau.
Vakarykščiais rūbais ir vėl apsivilkau,
Per skubėjimą Elektrą Vonioje palikau.
Praleidau autobusą, su taksi važiavau,
Užmokėti negalėjau, piniginę palikau.
Pusę valandos į darbus aš pavėlavau.
Papeikimą Man ant stalo, aš tiesiog atsiprašau…
Aš atsiprašau…
Aš atsiprašau…
Aš atsiprašau…

Darbus aš pasibaigiau pusvalandžiu vėliau,
Papietauti nesuspėjau, kavos nesidariau.
O į kitą Svarbų “meet’ą” aš kulversčiais lėkiau.
Pasistengiau, bet ir vėl šiek tiek pavėlavau.
Prieš prasidedant kalboms į tualetą Užsukau
Ir visas vienas duris tvirtai užrakinau.
Pažiūrėjau aš į veidrodį – jame save matau
O iš lūpų sklinda žodžiai: “kad bent truputį lėčiau”.

Mano gyvenime tik trūko pusvalanduko!
Nors bandžiau aš viską Jame suspėti – visvien pritrūko.
Mano gyvenime tik trūko pusvalanduko!
Nors bandžiau aš viską Viską Jame suspėti – visvien pritrūko.

(come on everybody, dance, “pusvalanduko” dance)

Vakarienę tau žadėtą Tris savaites planavau,
Susimauti nenorėjau, bet norėjau kaip geriau.
Rodos viską Viską Spėjau ir net apskaičiavau –
Restoranas, maistas, gėlės, saksofoną Užsakiau.
Bet jau pusvalandį sėdi sutrikus ir viena,
Mobilus man išsikrovęs – nuostabi šiandien diena.
O galiausiai, kai galiausiai aš į salę įėjau,
Pabandykite atspėti – ar ją Dar ten radau?

Mano gyvenime tik trūko pusvalanduko
Nors bandžiau aš viską Jame suspėti – visvien pritrūko.
Mano gyvenime tik trūko pusvalanduko
Nors bandžiau aš viską Viską Jame suspėti – visvien pritrūko.

(come on everybody, dance, “pusvalanduko” dance) x 4

Jean Franklyn – Victorious Life lyrics

Your word ministers to my spirit with strength
Your word ministers to my spirit with comfort
Your word ministers to my spirit with joy
Your word ministers to me

Your word has spoken to my spirit with joy
Your word has spoken to my spirit with peace
Your word has spoken to my spirit with boldness
Your word ministers to me

Father thank you for my Victorious life
In Jesus’ name
Am proof of What Christ Did for me on that Cross
Oh oh oh oh
Am living triumphantly everyday
For your Glory
The Word Produces results in me.
The word produces results for me.

Your word ministers to my spirit with wisdom
Your word ministers to my spirit with courage
Your word ministers to my spirit with boldness
Your word ministers to me

Father thank you for my Victorious life
In Jesus’ name
Am proof of What Christ Did for me on that Cross
Oh oh oh oh
Am living triumphantly everyday
For your Glory
The Word Produces results in me.
The word produces results for me.

And am confident to withstand and subdue
(Confident, confident)
The challenges that my come my way
(My come, my come, my way, my way)
Yes am conscious they are springboards
To my promotion
(am living triumphantly)
Oh oh oh

Father thank you for my Victorious life
In Jesus’ name
Am proof of What Christ Did for me on that Cross
Oh oh oh oh
Am living triumphantly everyday
For your Glory
The Word Produces results in me.
The word produces results for me.

Craymo – December Rain (Carol Of Love) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Autumn leaves are on my mind
Taking a chance on you a chance on me
How can I see the warning signs
When all I feel for you is sympathy

In my heart, there’s a place for you
But you don’t feel, you don’t feel like I do, oh

December Rain December Rain
December Rain December Rain

[Verse 2]

If I believe in you this time
Can I be sure I won’t be hurt again
Would I be a fool or would I be blind
To open up my life and let you in

In my heart there’s a place for you
But you don’t feel, you don’t feel like I do, oh

[Chorus]
The snow is falling
My heartbeat is crawling
The cold wind is calling, out your name
My love is calling
The sun keeps stalling
My tears are falling like December Rain
December Rain

[Verse 3]
In my endless dreams, my wishes all come true
And I always know that you are mine
Why is it hard to believe in you
I wish my fantasy was real this time

In my heart, there’s a place for you
But you don’t feel, you don’t feel like I do, oh

[Chorus]
The snow is falling
My heartbeat is crawling
The cold wind is calling, out your name
My love is calling
The sun keeps stalling
My tears are falling like December Rain
December Rain

Can you see the tears I’m crying
Can you feel my heartbeat, pounding through
My love for you, December Rain
December Rain
December Rain

Chooxy – Africa To The World lyrics

[Verse 1]
People come and go
In this crazy world
Life is fast and slow
With its twist and turns

[Hook]
Flashing lights and tv screens
The women the fast cars
Faces on the magazine
The life of a Rockstar

When you following your dreams
You gotta be strong
That is what the people say
When you’re singing to the world

[Chorus]
Amarim Amarim eh
Shi ni maru uwa Di nu uwa eh
Obuzor Chi ni Kpe la zu eh (2x)

Let the music take control,
Let the rhythm hit your soul,
As you listen to the song
From Africa into the world

Amarim Amarim eh
Shi ni maru uwa Di nu uwa eh
Obuzor Chi ni Kpe la zu eh

From Africa to the world.. Yea
From Africa to the world…

[Verse 2]
In the morning through the night,
Play me reggae and calypso
Mr D. J play the song
Play the music for my people

Bounce along bounce along
Busy body people make dem bounce along
Play my song,
Make dem sing along

[Hook]
Flashing lights and tv screens,
The women the fast cars
Faces on the magazine
The life of a Rockstar

When you following your dreams,
You gotta be strong
That is what the people say
When you’re singing to the world

[Chorus]
Amarim Amarim eh
Shi ni maru uwa Di nu uwa eh
Obuzor Chi ni Kpe la zu eh (2X)

Let the music take control
Let the rhythm hit your soul
As you listen to the sound
From Africa into the world

Amarim Amarim eh
Shi ni maru uwa Di nu uwa eh
Obuzor Chi ni Kpe la zu eh

From Africa to the world yea
From Africa to the world…

(Incantations)
Suka sounds
Ends..

Dead Defined – I Fear Nothing lyrics

Within this toxic body
The chemicals displace
I’ve never felt so sorry
Dispare upon your face
Within this toxic body
The chemicals displace

I’ll do everything it takes
To be rid you of this place
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing
You’ll see everything is fine
I will show you peace of mind
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing

A feeling so cathartic
The memory remains
A trigger neurologic
We pitty the insane
A feeling so cathartic
The memory remains

I’ll do everything it takes
To be rid you of this place
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing
You’ll see everything is fine
I will show you peace of mind
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing

I’ll be your light and guide you through
Hallucination becomes part of you
Lay beside me take control
Hold me harder breathe into my soul

Now, Now
When you just want a way out
Now, Now
When you just want a way out
Now, Now
I’ll do everything it takes

I’ll do everything it takes
To be rid you of this place
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing
You’ll see everything is fine
I will show you peace of mind
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing
I’ll do everything it takes
To be rid you of this place
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing
You’ll see everything is fine
I will show you peace of mind
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing

I fear nothing
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing
I fear nothing
‘Cause I fear nothing
I fear nothing

Romeo Harris – Too Much lyrics

(feat. YJ)

I don’t Know why
I had to get it down with ya
You used to tell me I was your man
Your man only and you my lady yeah
I don’t know what happened but
Love ain’t the same no more
Gave you my world
And everything you need
I gave my heart
I gave you my trust
But you broke it into pieces
That when I released I gave you
Way way way too much
Yeah, way too much

Verse: yj
She my pretty wifey no lie
She kinda crazy no lie
I’m dat pretty boy dat be makin’ it work
Gold on my neck she got nothin’ to say
Yeah
She know I’m the I’m the man
Yeah
Hunnid benz on wrist yeah
Making love playing Issa
Hunnid benz on the table

Romeo harris
You’re so beautiful
I need no body else
I need you by my side
I used to tell you that
You’re so beautiful
I need no body else
In the morning when you wake up
You don’t ever need no make up

Verse: yj
She don’t need no make up
Babe girl you so Beautiful
Just the way you are
Look at the way that you shine
Babe girl you so fine
Loving the way you moving that body
You one of kinda
One of a kind
I was the one for you
I was the one for you
Baby I’m done

Hook: romeo harris

I don’t Know why
I had to get it down with ya
You used to tell me I was your man
Your man only and you my lady yeah
I don’t know what happened but
Love ain’t the same no more
Gave you my world
And everything you need
I gave my heart
I gave you my trust
But you broke it into pieces
That when I released I gave you
Way way way too much
Yeah, way too much

Verse: romeo harris
We break up then we make up
Fascinated and I’m blazed up
We going around
Shawty the one
I did it again for you eyy
Gave you what you need
From Louis Vuitton hair
Braided like Jada
Smelling like Gucci and Prada
Loving it all lil mama
We were the Alfa and Omega
Like Adam and Eve eyy
My flesh and my heart is fallin
Late night phone callin’
Everyday was a blessin’
Prayin’ and I’m thankin’ to God
Just to see you again
Shawty you got me trippin’
Coz you know that I’m down to earth
Bonnie and Clyde eyy
That’s what I’m talking about eyy

Giuliana Bonanno – Stars lyrics

Life was static, monochromatic
Anticlimactic before I met you
Then, like lightning strikes,
My world exploded in technicolor
Cuz of you
Your kiss, your love
So crazy-beautiful raw and real
Every time I’m around you, I get the feels
It’s like all that I see are stars

I’m in love, lost in you baby (put your hands all over my body)
You got me seeing Stars (when you put your hands on my body)
Promise me you’ll be mine forever (forever)
Cuz you got me seein Stars
Every time I see you baby

Waking up next to your face is all I ever need
Loving on you and your body sets me free (baby)
Our love, our love, our love
So crazy-beautiful, raw, and real
Every time I’m around you, I get the feels
It’s like all that I see are stars

I’m in love, lost in you baby (put your hands all over my body)
I’m in love lost in you, baby
You got me seeing Stars (I’m yourssss; I’m yours)
I’m yours

It’s been a long time comin and I’m coming for you
It’s been a long time comin and I’m coming for you
It’s been a long time baby
Ohh whoa oohhh: Stars!
Everyone I see you baby (every time I see you baby)
You got me seein Stars
I’m a mirror another you baby
I’m yours
I’m yours

EUSINI – Fool For You lyrics

(Intro Verse)
Soothe this darkest feeling
When I rise and I’m blind by perpetual rage
When my life’s in idle
Thoughts suicidal
When I’m sick of the bullshit
And I’m tired of faces
It’s a fine-line as I red-line

[Verse 1]
Crazy moon of cold steel
Hanging over my Maryland
Tell me is it all for real?
I don’t know where I stand
I don’t have a plan

[Verse 2]
Would it be a sin
To say I think of you?
Would it be a sin?
Would it be taboo?
I think of you

[Verse 3]
Whisper wicked whispers
Tell me evil lies
Tell me anything
Just let me look in your eyes
I die in your eyes

[Chorus]
You may not know it but you know a fool
The fool you know stands before you
You scattered me as I gathered you
So build your silence I know I’ll break through
Fool for you, fool for you

[Verse 4]
Naive are we not?
Thinking what we’ve got
Somehow is gonna’ last for ever
When we know it will not
We know it will not

[Verse 5]
Seems this remembrance
Is a constant thing
Spawning the stirrings of vengeance
I don’t know what it’ll bring
Don’t know what it’ll bring

[Chorus]
You may not know it but you know a fool
The fool you know stands before you
You scattered me as I gathered you
So build your silence I know I’ll break through
Fool for you, fool for you

(Solo)

[Bridge]
I can’t feel the sweet sunlight
I can’t feel the rain

[Chorus]
You may not know it but you know a fool
The fool you know stands before you
You scattered me as I gathered you
So build your silence I know I’ll break through
Fool for you, fool for you