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DJ Shadow – Horror Show lyrics

(feat. Danny Brown)

[Verse 1]
I’m Einstein
Off two lines and moonshine
Too lit, hit two bitches at noontime
Spiritless like prostitutes that steal shit
Limitless when them chemicals mixed
Mentally unfit
I’m physically on tilt
Eyes puffy chasing grants like Horace
Put the D on, no Warwick
Arms I will bear for the porridge
Porshe out the storage
Cayenne truck, watch me floor it
Eating calamari with the swordfish
Penthouse enormous
Doing blow in silk garments
Smoking so much
You would think I had a farm of it
Writing like Shakespeare on the top tier
10 in life bid with his shank near
To be or not to be thats what the question is
A brackhead blacked out off the medicine
Evident I’m heaven sent but hell bent
Two licks, her pussy wetter than whale piss
All getting money know you tell bitch
With a bag of drugs looking like trail mix
On the road to riches got it all mapped out
Doing all these drugs ’til a nigga black out

[Chorus]
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What, welcome to my horror show

[Verse 2]
They think drugs gon’ . kill me
But these off these drugs on kill you
Snorting on some igloo
Smoking on some mildew
Writing that apocalypse
Stronger than Black Panther fist
No philanthropist
For the scandalous
Drink a can of piss
My manuscript
Can turn an evangelist to satanist
I’m faded with this
Struggle with one another
For faith in it
Devilish acts
Praying I get away with it
Sitting waiting patient
Taking everything that’s sacred
Even your imagination
Can’t think when you’re in hell
‘Bout to lose everything
Like Jack and Jill’s pail
Got a nigga’s brain captured
Like SeaWorld whales
I’m a nigga from the hood
I can see the world well
That’s why I get fucked up
‘Cause I can’t lift up the veil
Can’t look in a mirror
‘Cause I hate myself

[Chorus]
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What
Welcome to my horror show
Horrible how I will do all off you
Try the undeniable sire of diabolical
What, welcome to my horror show
What, welcome to my horror show

DJ Shadow – Nobody Speak lyrics

(feat. Run The Jewels)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[El-P]
Picture this
I’m a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips
I am sick
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Give me lip
I’ma send you to the yard, get a stick
Make a switch
I can end a conversation real quick

[Killer Mike]
I am crack
I ain’t lyin’, kick a lion in his crack
I’m the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit
Pinch your momma on the booty
Kick your dog, fuck your bitch
Fat boy dressed up like he’s Santa
And took pictures with your kids

[El-P]
We the best
We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench
I’m unmentionably fresh, I’m a mensch, get correct
I will walk into a court while erect, screaming “Yes!
I am guilty, motherfuckers, I am death”

Hey, you wanna hear a good joke?

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked

[El-P]
Get running
Start pumping your bunions, I’m coming
I’m the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyuns
Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest
Now face the flame, fuckers, your fame and fate’s done with

[Killer Mike]
I rob Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy
Put coke in the doobie, roll woolies to smoke with Snoopy
I still remain that dick grabbin’ slacker that spit a loogie
‘Cause the toter of the toolie’ll murder you friggin’ Moolies
Fuck outta here, yeah

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey, hey
Nobody speak
Nobody speak

[El-P]
Only facts, I will shoot a
Baby duck if it quacks, with a Luger
Top billin’, come cops some villainous shots is boxed, shipped out, and bought, and y’all feeling it
El-P killin’ it, Killer Mike killin’ shit

[Killer Mike]
What more can I say? We top billin’ it
Valiant without villainy
Viciously foul victory
Burn towns and villages
Burning, looting. and pillaging

[El-P]
Murderers try to hurt us, we curse them and all their children
I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away
I don’t work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away

[Killer Mike]
So tell beggin’ Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away
Heyyo here’s a gun, son, now run, get it the gutterway
Live to shoot another day

[Refrain]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak
Nobody speak
Nobody speak, nobody get choked

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Savage Mode lyrics

[Intro]
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you)
Spent 1000 dollars just to sip (just to sip muddy)
Park that motherfucker in the VIP
I got that motherfucker on my hip
I’ma squeeze (baow)
I’ma squeeze (baow)
We ain’t really with all that internet shit
We ain’t really with that pretending and shit
Come and get your bitch she actin’ friendly and shit
When I get inside that pussy, I be killin’ that shit

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 1]
Cup, woah
Muddy, yo
Hit the yolk
Got the stick, woah
Keep it on me, yah
Knew you got it, yah
One in the head, yah
Bitch I fuckin’ dare
Nigga I double dare
Why the fuck you stare?
Pew-pew, bet you ass don’t stare
Red bottoms, yeah
Bitch watch where you step
I’m in savage mode, cook a nigga like a chef
Ain’t no loyalty, these niggas all for self
All these fuckin’ stripes, I shoulda been a ref

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (twenniwan)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 2]
All that backstabbin’ turned me to a savage
All that fuckin’ krabbin’ turned me to a savage
Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage
I turned to a savage bitch, I gotta have it (gotta have it)
Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics (countin’ cash)
Bitch I like to add, bitch I like subtractin’
That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic
He don’t want no smoke, he don’t want no static
I’m in savage mode, shit can get tragic
I might toe tag him, I might body bag him
These bitches gettin’ old, I already have ’em
She wanna live lavish, she don’t meet my standards

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Outro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes…

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Bad Guy lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a fuckin’ bad guy nigga
Murder Gang nigga
Two guns up

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t it
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I
(Bling-blaow-blaow-blaow)

[Verse 1]
Run up a check and I bag and I fuck it, I love it
She lickin’ and lickin’ and suckin’ I love her
Motherfuck a wedding bitch I’m a dog
Motherfuck a label, bitch I’m a boss
Wiping, I’m swiping, niggas stealin’ sauce
Came from the mud, nigga paid the cost
Hundred thousand cash, hid it in the lawn
It ain’t bout a bag, I don’t wanna talk

[Hook]
(21, 21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I fucked his baby moms he’s a mad guy
Nigga you ain’t gettin’ no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I’m a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I’m a bad guy

[Verse 2]
I’ma do the dash when I back out
I’m a rich nigga, I can’t take the trash out
Better cuff your bitch I brought my cash out
Nigga better watch they mouth cause I’ll spazz out
Catch a nigga down bad and I’ll air it out
Bitch I rep that Murder Gang and we’ll clear it out
Catch a nigga main bitch and we gon’ shell out
And she so fine, I love the way that booty spread out
And you know I keep that Glock with the red dot
Shoot a nigga in his face, he ain’t bad now

[Hook]
(21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I fucked his baby moms he’s a mad guy
Nigga you ain’t gettin’ no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I’m a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I’m a bad guy

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t it
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it

[Bridge]
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
(21, 21)
I’m poppin’ ain’t I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain’t I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin’ ain’t it
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga, playin’ hockey ain’t I

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Feel It lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now first of all where I’m supposed to start
When I first met you man another nigga had your heart
But, I’ma player so you know a playa played his part
Smooth talkin’, conversation took a nigga broad
I’m on the road doin’ shows, seem like we fell apart
She think a nigga fuckin’ groupies, I’m just grindin’ hard
Your family said we wouldn’t last, but we beat the odds
Bonnie and Clyde, she was with a nigga stealin’ cars
These streets so dirty, I just want someone who really there
Can’t fake love, I just want someone who really care
Be loyal to me, want somebody I ain’t gotta share
Open your eyes, baby girl, real niggas rare
All my dog ways, had to put ’em in a kennel
I’m a savage to these niggas, but to her I’m gentle
I’m a savage to these niggas, but to her I’m gentle
I’m just sippin’ on this mud, you was on my mental

[Hook]
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air

[Verse 2]
I can feel it in the air, I’ma grab her by her hair
I’ma fuck her like a bear, I’ma fuck her like a bear
Red bottoms on her, yeah
Buy her Gucci, Fendi, yeah
She too stiff on niggas, yeah
She gon’ make these niggas stare
I’ma fuck her with no condom
I’ma let her meet my momma
I’ma take her out that Honda
I’ma put her in the foreign
Spoiled, she ain’t got no patience
She gon’ have these bitches hatin’
Got them diamonds on me skatin’
Got them diamonds on her skatin’
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can’t quit that lean
Put a ring around codeine
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can’t quit that lean
Put a ring around codeine

[Hook]
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air

KILLY – Track 2 [LOST FILES] lyrics

(feat. JUGHOUSE JOHNNY)

[Chorus: KILLY]
I get whatever I want
I get whatever, don’t care (none)
Feel like the man of the month (month)
Feel like the man of the year (year)
I get whatever I want
I get whatever, don’t care
Feel like the man of the month (month)
I feel like the man of the year (year)

[Verse: KILLY]
Should have taken a year
How could you go over there
You should just stay over there (what)
God damn, you cannot compare
Looked at the man in the mirror
Walk out, they stopping and stare
Do you see the lair?
Do you see the lair?
IPhone, group chat (yeah)
Every man got a stack (stack)
I just buy any app (app)
Credit card, no max (no max)

[Verse: JUGHOUSE JOHNNY]
I got your bitch in pyjamas
Fuck, is she holding my llama?
Take her to Casino Rama (yeah)
Take her to Casino Rama (yeah)
Hey, I gotta bitch named “Monica”
And she blow like harmonicas
And she blowin’ on my niggas
And she blowin’ on my niggas
I can’t have broke bitches texting me (broke bitches)
I can’t have broke bitches next to me (broke bitches)
I’m in the Hills with Beverly (in the hills)
Big booty bitches named Beverly
I gotta hit all those commas
I got more money, more problems (problems)
Hit the city, I got two blitches
Then I wake up and fuck two bitches (two)
New trap, got two pictures
[?]
Everyday, fucking new women

[Chorus: KILLY]
I get whatever I want
I get whatever, don’t care
Feel like the man of the month
Feel like the man of the year
I get whatever I want
I get whatever, don’t care
Feel like the man of the month
I feel like the man of the year

[Verse: JUGHOUSE JOHNNY]
Full speed, I [?]
Do the dash, fuck the cops in the rear
Chandelier, my neck and my ear
She give me head when I swerve and I steer
Styrofoam cup, when I cheer
Sippin’ lean, not beer
Feel like the man, of the month
Feel like the man, of the year

[Outro: KILLY & JUGHOUSE JOHNNY]
I get whatever I want (I feel like the man)
Feel like the man of the month (I feel like the man)
I get whatever I want (I feel like the man)
Feel like the man of the month
I feel like the man of the year
I feel like the man of the year
Hey, give me head when I steer
Yeah, I feel like the man of the year
Yeah, I feel like the man

[produced by: 2AM]

Juice WRLD – In This Bitch lyrics

(feat. Lil Bibby)

[Intro]
Mega, you played that boy

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
I-I-I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch (ayy, look, say it)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
I remember I was down on my dick
Got Versace on my nuts, tell that bitch check my drip
Now lil’ shawty kill ’em dead, but I really like her lips
Fuck her dead, I’ma fuck her face an’ put her in a Lyft
Sorry, I ain’t sorry, that’s just how it is
Drove her crazy, now she seein’ a psychiatrist
I been ballin’ so damn hard, I need a scholarship
Runnin’ out of drugs, I need to see a pharmacist
Took too many drugs, I think my plug love me
Pretty nigga even though they too ugly
Feel like Mitus, I get golden, don’t touch me
I be on the [?], yeah, you know it’s still bussin’

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
Keep a couple bank rolls, they stay with me
That bitch not from here, she speakin’ Japanse
An’ I’m frontin’, she not from here, she from Italy
Kick ’em out the crib, bitch, this is not Airbnb
I’m the one who hit that mini-man so I brought my semi in
Got your bitch on [?], I’m with Juice, he hit her friend
Yeah I’ma hit her, then I’m gonna fuck her sister
Run up on me, get hit up
Choppa put you on the ground, can’t get picked up
They find you out back of the woods if we think you switched up
I [?] like a pack of Woods, he want me get [?] up
Choppa face the frame if he can’t get the picture
She gon’ give me brain ’cause she know I’m that nigga

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch

[produced by: MegaBeats]

Lil Pump – Next lyrics

(feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be fuckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m next
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (your bitch)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what? what? what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five bitches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Fuck that lil’ bitch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your bitch, she on the jet too (your bitch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
Pussy too good, ooh
Bust in her mouth, fuck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Syrup for breakfast (syrup)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna fuck off the jump (woah)
New freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

Lil Pump – Elementary lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby)
I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do)
I don’t fuck your OG ’cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?)
I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain’t gon’ have a baby (Nah)

[Hook]
I been selling bricks since elementary (Elementary)
I been hitting licks since elementary (Elementary)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, trapper of the century (Of the century)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, trapper of the century
Elementary (1st grade)
Elementary (2nd grade)
Elementary (3rd grade)
Elementary (4th grade)
Elementary (5th grade)
Elementary (1st grade)
Elementary (3rd grade)
Elementary
I been serving bricks since like the 1st grade
I been counting bands, balling like I’m D. Wade

[Verse 1]
Lil Pump jugging, bih, been jugging since a baby (Since a baby)
I fuck Haitian bitches and I fuck them Chinese ladies (I do)
I don’t fuck your OG ’cause that bitch do got rabies (Heh?)
I hope I fucked a bitch but I ain’t gon’ have a baby (Nah)
Bitch I’m Lil Pump, pull up with a fuckin’ shotty (Brrr)
Everywhere I go, bitch, I gotta have my thotty (My thotty)
I pull to the cut strapped up like a fucking army (ESKETIT)
Like my nigga Darko, bitch, I always keep it on me (Ooh)

[produced by: Smokepurpp]

Lil Pump – I SHYNE lyrics

(feat. Carnage)

[Intro]
Lil Pump
Ayy, ayy, ayy, chyeah
Ayy, Lil Pump, chyeah
Esskeetit!

[Chorus]
Look at my neck shine (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh)
My diamonds might make you blind, chyeah (ooh, chyeah)
Let ’em in five at a time, ooh (brr)
I just be smokin’ on dope, chyeah
All of my diamonds on froze, ooh (brr, brr)
Louis down head to my toe, chyeah
I just might buy the store, uh, chyeah (oh)
Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah
Fuck a bitch two times, chyeah
Pussy was too fire, ooh (brr)
No, I cannot lie, ooh
Look at my neck shine, chyeah, chyeah
Look at my wrist shine (brr)
I think I got too high, ooh

[Verse 1]
Look at my neck shine
Gucci goggles on so I got four eyes, yeah
Smokin’ on gelato, yeah I got it from Dubai
Fendi on, bitch, Louis all on bowtie
Fuck five hoes in a day, yeah, I can’t lie
Smash her and her sister at the same time
Tell her bust it open, gotta do it on FaceTime
Fuck a nine to five, I eat the booty in the daytime, ooh
Look at my wrist, like, “Ooh, damn”
She suck my dick off the Instagram (uh)
Cold, so you know who I am, chyeah
Left wrist cost a hunnid bands, ooh
Pop a bean, now her brain open
Right wrist so wet it look like the ocean
When your girl gave me top, told her I had to focus
Lil Pump saved the rap game like a poet, woah
(Esskeetit!)

[Chorus]
Look at my neck shine (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh)
My diamonds might make you blind, chyeah
Let ’em in five at a time, ooh
I just be smokin’ on dope, chyeah
All of my diamonds on froze, ooh (brr, Lil Pump)
Louis down head to my toe, chyeah
I just might buy the store, chyeah
Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah
Fuck a bitch two times, chyeah
Pussy was too fire, ooh (brr)
No, I cannot lie, ooh
Look at my neck shine, chyeah
Look at my wrist shine (brr)
I think I got too high (Lil Pump)

[Verse 2]
Drop top coupe when I ride around
Playin’ Lil Pump and your ass catch a hunnid rounds
Can’t pull up to the weed shop, you ain’t got a pound
Take a look, I bust down like wow, ow
Come in the city, I bank out now
And my neck worth like two hunnid thou’
And they just mad ’cause I made my own sound (ooh)
Jump off the roof and my fans goin’ wild
(Esskeetit!)

[Chorus]
Look at my neck shine (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh)
My diamonds might make you blind, chyeah (chyeah)
Let ’em in five at a time, ooh
I just be smoking on dope, chyeah
All of my diamonds on froze, ooh (brr, Lil Pump)
Louis down head to my toe, chyeah
I just might buy the store, chyeah
Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice)
Look at my wrist shine, chyeah
Fuck a bitch two times, chyeah
Pussy was too fire, ooh (brr)
No, I cannot lie, ooh
Look at my neck shine, chyeah
Look at my wrist shine (brr)
I think I got too high

[produced by: Carnage]

Lil Pump – Lil Pump lyrics

[Refrain]
Momma told me ”Lil Pump won’t be shit” (I won’t be shit!) (brr!)
I told lil bitch “I could move these bricks” (could move these bricks!)
I got a big .30 and I got these clips (I got these clips!) (brrah, brrah, grrah!)
All I gotta do is just drill shit, ayy (brr!)

[Bridge]
Brr, gang, gang (whew, whew!)
Ch-ch-pew, ch-ch-pew, ch-ch-baow!
Brr, brr, gang, brr, gang, brr, gang, brr, gang (brr!)

[Refrain]
Momma told me ”Lil Pump won’t be shit” (I won’t be shit!) (brr!)
I told lil bitch “I could move these bricks” (could move these bricks!)
I got a big .30 and I got these clips (I got these clips!) (brrah, brrah, grrah!)
All I gotta do is just drill shit, ayy (drill shit!) (brr!)

[Extended Chorus]
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (yah, yah, yah!)
AR-15 with Smith&Wesson (Smith&Wesson!) (ayy!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (yo!)
God told me “Lil Pump a blessin'” (you a blessin’!) (ayy!)

[Verse]
Lil Pump, boy, you know you a blessin’, ayy (you a blessin’, ooh!) (gang, gang!)
Once I hit you with that .30, it teach you a lesson, ayy (it teach you a lesson, ayy!) (brr!)
Bitch, one day I went to fuckin’ church (went to fuckin’ church!)
Pastor told me ”Boy, you off the purpp” (God damn!) (yah, yah!)
He told the same thing to my nigga Smokepurpp (he did!) (ooh!)
Pull up to the scene, skrrt off in a Lambo (skrr, skrr, skrr!) (skrr!)
I was born and raised in the fuckin’ bando (in the bando!) (yah, yah!)
Since the third grade, I been had commando, ooh (brrah, brrah!) (yah!)

[Chorus]
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah (okay!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu (okay!)
Damn, Lil Pump, yeah, you be flexin’ (you be flexin’!) (skrr!)
AR-15 with Smith&Wesson (Smith&Wesson!) (skrr, skrr, skrr!)
Lil Pump, ouu, Lil Pump, yah, Lil Pump, ouu

[produced by: Richysamo & Smokepurpp]

Lil Pump – Movin’ lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Lil Pump
Ice, ice
Ice

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’ (brr), ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump & SmokePurpp]
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
That bitch actin’ stupid, ooh
Hunnid on wrist, Rick Rubin, ooh
Comin’ in the trap, I’m movin’, ooh
Damn, Lil Pump fucks your mother
Damn, then I’ll rob your brother (ooh)
Damn, slap him with some butter (yuh)
Damn, hunnid—ooh, huh?—on wrist like Usher, damn

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Hunnid on my wrist like Usher (huh?)
In the Rari, bitch, I’m burnin’ off rubber (skrrt, okay)
Fuck a bitch, give a fuck ’bout her brother (brother, uh)
If the teacher give me homework, I’ma cut her (I don’t know)
I be in the trap (trap), I be in the trap (trap)
Lil Pump pulled up and gave your momma crack (what?)
Runnin’ through the back, ’cause you know I need a sack
Pull up to the wedding and I pull up with a strap (bah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid (yuh)
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, ooh
Work come in, I’m movin’, ooh
Trap house lookin’ so stupid, movin’
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh
Movin’, movin’, movin’, ooh

[produced by: Ronny J]

Lil Pump – You Ain’t Livin’ Life Like Me lyrics

[NOT FULL]

[Intro]
Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah
Oooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu

[Chorus]
You ain’t livin’ life like me
Walk with a hundred bands in my jeans (yeah)
VVS diamonds drippin’ on my ring
Spend half a mil’ on jewelry, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me (ouu)
You ain’t livin’ life like me (brr)
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah

You ain’t livin’ life like me
Walk with a hundred bands in my jeans
VVS diamonds drippin’ on my ring
Spend half a mil’ on jewelry, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah

Lil Pump – At The Door lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Lil Pump
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
This is CB’s beats

[Chorus]
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop forty racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop forty racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door

[Verse]
I got junkies at the door
I could serve you 2 for 4
I could serve you couple Xans
I could feed your bitch some coke
Yeah, my Uzi automatic, make your grandma do a backflip
Yeah, that .45 do that magic
Yeah, my wrist do that gymnastics
Got a bust down on my wrist
It look like I took a piss
So you cannot tell me shit
Make your auntie do a flip
Yeah, I’m drinkin’ Molly water
While I’m fuckin’ on your daughter
Bitch, I’m bustin’ at your father
Call me Lil Pump Vince Carter

[Chorus]
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop forty racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop forty racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door

[Outro]
I be drip, I be drip, I be drip
I be, I be drippin’ head to toe
Everywhere I fuckin’ go
I drop forty racks a show
I could go flex on your hoe
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door
I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door

Lil Pump – Back lyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
2-17 on the track, man
Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn’t know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo’ show, bitch I’m chargin’ ’bout 40 bands
I’m in the trap and I’m shippin’ out hella packs (damn)
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Been sellin’ crack since the eighties, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin’ up baby, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Young rich nigga need a dick rub
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin’ on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin’ fronto
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe’s untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a Uzi, pistol, chrome MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I’ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci
To the seven, goddamn, I’m a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

Lil Pump – Boss lyrics

[Intro & Producertag]
Diablo murder
Ooh, yeah
Lil Pump!
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (brr)
Walk in the trap like a boss (ooh)
Walk in the trap like a boss (trap)
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, (ooh)
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, ooh

[Verse]
Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
Fuck a nigga bitch, don’t care, damn
Throwing up racks in the air, damn
Told that bitch “Lil Pump, yeah, ooh”, damn
I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me shit
Pop 4 Xans then I fucked a nigga’s bitch
Never went to school cause I was always flippin’ bricks, ayy
Yeah, I came up with the sauce, damn
Yeah, I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top, damn
Gave my mom 2 Glocks, damn
Everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and it’s Fiji, ooh, damn
Everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and it’s Fiji, ooh

[Chorus]
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with a saw, ooh
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah
Bitch, I flex, Rick Ross, yeah

Lil Pump – Crazy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, essketit

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Verse]
Jump in this bitch and go stupid, yeah
I’m so rich, look like Rick Rubin, huh
Fuck a bitch, I leave her coolin’, yuh
Six in the mornin’, I boot her
I pop hella Molly, I drive Maserati
Then shut down your party, I air out the shawty
We drink hella water, we run through your daughter
Shotgun supporter, I’m takin’ yo’ motor
I bust out my Rollie, I bust out my wrist
And I’m walkin’ to class and I’m takin’ yo’ bitch
And you can’t tell me nothin’, young nigga but rich
If he say somethin’ stupid, I’m sendin’ them hits
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ayy

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Outro]
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh

Lil Pump – Drug Addict lyrics

[Intro]
Speedin’ in my Lambo, racin’
Everybody, it’s drug addicts
Chyeah, ouu, ouu (brr), chyeah, chyeah
Baby, Baby!

[Verse 1]
Whole gang full of drug addicts (ouu, chyeah)
Took a lot of shit, forgot what happened (forgot what happened)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I got a habit (I got a habit)
I swear to God, you can’t be on my status (I swear to God!)
Start the day off with a pint (yeah, brr-brr!)
I’ma show you how to live life (yeah, ouu!)
Take a lot of drugs, don’t think twice (wow)
I do this every day and all night (ouu, ouu!)

[Chorus]
Whole gang full of drug addicts (yeah, brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (ouu, ouu, yeah!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!)
Whole gang full of drug addicts (drug-)

Lil Pump – Flex Like Ouu lyrics

[Intro]
Ouu, ouu
Lil Pump
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Hook]
Move them bricks to the bando like ouu
Move them bricks to the bando like ouu
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Maison Margiela all over my shoe
Maison Margiela all over my shoe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Move them bricks to the bando like ouu
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Maison Margiela all over my shoe

[Verse]
Made a couple bands in the kitchen (Kitchen)
Made a couple bands water whippin’ (Brrr)
Take a nigga bitch, go missing, ouu
Bitch, I ball like a piston, ouu
Bitch, I flex, Ric Flair, damn
All they do is stare, ouu
Lil Pump really don’t care, no
Told a bih “Lil Pump, yeah, ouu”
Everybody know I’m up next, yeah
Everybody know I flex, ouu
I run through these checks, ouu
I flex on my ex, ouu
Left four bands in the trap (Trap)
Left four bands in the trap (four)
Smokin’ on loud pack, ouu
Smokin’ on loud pack, ouu

[Hook]
Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu
Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Walk in the club and I flex like ouu
Maison Margiela all over my shoe
Maison Margiela all over my shoe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Pull up swerving in a coupe
Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu
Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue
Walk in the club and I flex like, ouu
Maison Margiela all over my shoe

Lil Pump – Foreign lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, yeah, huh? (brr)
Ooh, Lil Pump, Lil Pump (brr)
Ooh (yeah!)

[Chorus]
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar
I ride foreign cars, ooh
I ride foreign cars, ooh
I ride foreign cars, yeah
I ride foreign cars, ooh
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar

[Verse]
Pull up to the strip, ooh
Bust down on my wrist, ooh
What’s yo’ birthday wish? Huh
Bitch, come suck my dick, ooh
I don’t ask her questions, I’m the youngest flexin’
Lil Pump a blessin’, I could teach you lessons
Pull up to a party, oou, and I’m off a molly, damn
I’ma prolly’ fuck yo’ daughter cause she hella thottie
Swervin’ Maserati’s, bitches in the lobby
Bitch, I’m choppin’ up a brick like I know karate

[Chorus]
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar
I ride foreign cars, ooh
I ride foreign cars, ooh
I ride foreign cars, yeah
I ride foreign cars, ooh
Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars
I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar

Lil Pump – Iced Out lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh
Huh? Lil Pump, Lil Pump!
2-17 on the track man!

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain, iced out ring
Yeah, I feel like Gucci Mane, diamonds Aquafina, rain
I could pay your bitch a trip, Maseratis at the crib
She just love the way I drip, only wear designer kicks
Ayy, ayy, iced out chain, I’m a walkin’ Brinks truck
Keep my thang tucked, if I bust you better stay ducked
Dropped out 9th grade, dropped out straight to the Milwaukee Bucks
Could’ve been at Harvard servin’ juugs, but I don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Deuces
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, freezin’ (ice freezin’)
Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, sneezin’ (achoo, sneezin’)
4, 5, 6 on (4, 5, 6 on)
Neck on freon (neck on freon)
Yellow like I peed on (yellow like I peed on)
I don’t fuck with peons (peons)
Primetime, Deion
What’s up, Lil Pump? (What’s up, Lil Pump?)
12 gauge, lil’ pump (lil’, lil’ pump)
Get money, rule one (rule one)
Lil’ waist, big butt (big butt)
I like the way it sit up (sit up)
You ain’t really gettin’ money (what?)
Put that lil’ shit up (hah, lil’ shit up)
I make ’em open stores (yeah)
I make ’em close the store (yeah)
I’m in the Gucci store (what?)
I’m ’bout to overdose (huh)
Pockets on overload
I never sold my soul
What you want me to turn it on?
I got the remote control

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Foreign bitch with me (huh?)
She do anything
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)
White diamonds on my wrist
Bitch, it’s Gucci Gang (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

[Outro: Lil Pump]
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Iced out chain (yeah)
Iced out ring (yeah)
Yeah, she love my diamonds
That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit)

Lil Pump – Molly lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump, Big Head & Ronny J]
Huh? Ayy, Lil Pump (ooh, Bi-Big Head on the beat)
Lil Pump, ayy (Ronny J on the beat, bitch)

[Chorus]
I got designer from head to my toe
I’m on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X, and I just poured a 4
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean

[Verse]
Lil Pump, rich, he finna get richer
I popped a bean, and fuck on your sister
Nut on her lip, and then you gon’ kiss her
Ice on my neck, it lookin’ like glitter (brr, brr)
I got designer from head to my feet (ooh)
I pop a X, so you know I be geek (damn)
Rockin’ Balmains and they all on my jeans (ooh)
I’m off the Xans, and I pour me some lean (Lil Pump)
I sell your mama some crack, she a fiend (huh?)
I crash the Porsche and I just left the scene (brr)
Drippin’ designer, Burberry my sweater
Lil Pump pulled up, he changin’ the weather (brr, brr)
I popped a molly, I popped a bean
I fuck your bih, ’cause she down for the team
Jump in a car and hit you with the beam (huh?)
I chug a pint and I just go to sleep

[Chorus]
I got designer from head to my toe
I’m on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X, and I just poured a 4
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I got designer from head to my toe
I’m on the Xan, and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I’m off that X, and I just poured a 4
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean
I’m on the molly, I’m on the bean

Lil Pump – Pinky Ring lyrics

(feat. Rick Ross & Smokepurpp)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
We finna make history
Carol City in this m’fucka
Lil’ Pump, what’s up?
I started right where you at, nigga
Fifty million later, ya hear me?
Whoa
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Lil Pump]
All the hoes wanna suck dick
All the hoes wanna fuck me
All the niggas wanna hate, though
Get whacked in the front seat
FaceTime when she topless
Can’t post all the choppas
Dade County where I came from
No room for imposters
Cocaine on the stovetop
Yayo up, won’t lie
Fast break like a b-ball
Bullet hole like a Donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin’ out like I’m John Gotti
Fuck nigga don’t want none
Goin’ bad like I’m on somethin’
50 grand for the new watch
Rob me and I won’t run
Window on the photo
Call her up on the polo
Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
(Bang)
Lil Pump, ooh, aye

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers
I bust a nut in her Louis sofa
VVS all on my diamond choker
I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover
I told my mama I’m sorry, ooh
I think I just popped a Molly, yeah
I think I’m whippin’ up Whitney
I’m whippin’ up Whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh
Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh
Lil Pump ain’t got no license, yeah
I fuck a bitch, I ain’t wifin’, ooh
Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yeah

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hoe, I got lean in my backpack (backpack)
MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (blat, blat, blat)
Niggas gettin’ pulled like a thumb tack (woo)
Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank)
Niggas want beef, we got that
And I got water on me like Flapjack (water, water, water)
Came in the club with a big rack
Bitch, I’m off the lean and I’m doin’ up the zig-zags
Pinky ring, diamond ring
Fuck up the pot with like ten chains
Hood rich, bitch, I don’t need fame
Pull up on your bitch in an airplane
I just got brand new shoes
All day zap up, crash the coupe
And I brought a dog in the club, too
Everything I buy, I gotta buy two

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent twenty racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

Lil Pump – Smoke My Dope lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

[Intro: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
Yuh, yuh
Lil Purpp, Lil Pump
Yuh, huh
Prrrrt
Okay, what, yeah, what, yeah, yuh, ooh
Yuh, ooh, huh, ooh, huh
Ronny J, listen up

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Cocaine on the boat (yeah, ooh)
I just had a stroke
Yeah, your baby daddy broke
Legit pay no child support (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Walk in the club and I flex like oou
Take a nigga bitch in a Bentley coupe
Niggas hate me, but I don’t see you
Bitch pussy bald just like Caillou (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
I just smoke my dope (what)
Holes in the back of the coat (of the coat, prrr)
Came to the party in a boat (yuh)
Chains on my neck make me choke (huh)
Balmain on my jeans (yuh)
Pour a four of lean (Lil Purpp)
She gon’ swallow kids (huh, yeah)
That’s a Kid’s Cuisine, yeah

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Dope up in the stove (ooh, damn)
Mama told me no (ooh, no)
I feel like El Chapo (yuh)
Every time I whip a bowl (yuh, yuh, ooh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (what)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (yuh, yuh)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 4: SmokePurpp]
Lil Pump still sell crack (ooh)
His mom still move packs (uh)
Fuckin’ up the racks up at Sak’s (uh)
In the trap, still movin’ dime sacks (uh)
Poppin’ hella Molly and X (uh, yuh)
Fuckin’ on your bitch and your ex (what)
She rubbin’ on my dick like a pet (uh)
Wanna ride me like a jet (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

Lil Pump – What U Sayin’ lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Hm, what you gotta say?
Ooh, damn, ooh
Ooh, what you gotta say?
Ooh, Lil Pump
Damn, ooh, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? Bitch I’m gettin’ paid
Bitch you gettin’ laid, spend it in a day
Spend a hunnid thousand on a ma’fuckin’ maid
Swear to God, put it on my grandfather’s grave
I’ll go and pop two Mollys to the face
Hop out Lambo like you won a fuckin’ race
Niggas gettin’ mad ’cause I went and took they place
Come to the trap where you know it ain’t safe
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, ooh
Pull up on a teacher, I’m stuntin’ (damn)
Countin’ up racks, it ain’t nothin’
Sold you rerock and Robitussin
Purpp pull up in a coupe, everybody know I flex like ouu
Bitch, I don’t know who the fuck is you
Pour a four tec in my Mountain Dew

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
Spend a hunnid thousand every day
And my yoppa Macarena every day
Turn ’em down, I’ma stick ’em like some tape
Call my thirty, got his own fuckin’ brain
Lil Purp, I be thuggin’ every day
If I catch him, I’ma pop him like a safe
Pop a Xan, catch a body, skip a date
GTA, got a star on my face
And I keep a pistol on me, lil’ dawg
Lil Pump, he a smacker, lil’ dawg
And I only hit designer in the mall
All these diamonds on me, Paul Wall
Lookin’ at my body, all this Louis
Gun ’em down in the trap, then we move ’em
Now they lookin’ for his body in the sewer
Lil Pump do the work like a student

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
Pull up in a Wraith, flexin’ every day
Gucci everything, Louis everything
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?
What you gotta say? What you gotta say?

Lil Pump – Whitney lyrics

(feat. Chief Keef)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Hop in a foreign and step on it
Sippin’ on good drank, and I got a loaf on
Cops pull me over right now they gon’ lock me up
‘Cause I got all this smoke on me
And I’m so mothafuckin’ inked
Lookin’ like the tattoo man just wrote on me
In the all white P1 lookin’ like I got a whole bunch of coke on me
Slide down, ride down, I’m the king, bow down
One day smoke a half pound, milkin’ up, cash cow
I’m very important, me and my gang don’t do pat downs
I bet I fucked yo’ bitch, told foenem put the racks out
You know me and gang goin’ for the slide
The shit we on finna fly
Yo bitch pointin’ up to the sky
She know I got them mob ties
Hammer ridin’ ’round with the grass
Hammer ridin’ ’round with the cash
Shooters on your ass, ASAP

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Damn, Gucci Gang on top
Damn, yo’ bitch gave me top
Damn, I just gave that bitch some dick and took her to the block
Damn, pull up, drop top ‘Rari
Ooh, my bitch off a molly
Ooh, I just gave that bitch some perc and now she actin’ thottie
Ooh, ten bands on my neck
Ooh, I just love to flex
Yeah, off four xans Rick Rubin on a jet, wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin’ that check
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin’ that check
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Bring ten bitches to the back
Whippin’ up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Whippin’ up Whitney, Whippin’ up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh
Damn, I went and flexed like this
Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh
I can’t wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh
I can’t wife no thot, damn, bitch I’m sippin’ Wok, damn
And I’m off this xan, damn, this will never stop

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