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Pull up game strong – SBMG feat. Diquenza lyrics

Pull up game
Pull up in een Merrie (pull up)
Jullie zijn niet ready
Money ik heb many
P-p-pull up game
Pull up in een Royce
Beter let je op je wifey
Want ze vraagt me om iets moois boy
Pull up game
Pull up game
Pull up game
Oh man goddamn
Pppull up game
Skk
Pull up game
Growww. Pull up game strong
Pull up game is zwaar
Pull up game is dom
Die waggie zwarter dan m’n haar
De domste jongen van het jaar
En daarom was ik niet geslaagd
Man nu ben ik focking lit
We bestellen flessen voor je pa
We bestellen flessen voor je ams
Want zij gaat mee naar Amsterdam
Zij wil Isabel Marant
En zij denkt niet meer aan d’r man
Zoveel blokken op m’n tas (Louis)
En zoveel blokken op m’n riem
Zoveel blokken op m’n schoen
M’n mannen weten dat we niet meer blokken doen (nooit)
Pull up in een domme waggie, ramen zijn getint want Henkie is beroemd
Ik ken een barkie op je gooien, alle soorten kleuren man ik ben niet groen
Jij hebt niets op ons (ons)
Ik weet hoe dat komt
Wij zijn hier met guns (guns)
Wij zijn hier met coins. Pull up game is strong
Jij weet hoe dat komt
Ik ga niet naar school
Dus ik ben op iets doms
In de club met guns
Straks raak jij gewond
Monica, Monica, Monica (Monica)
Laat me zitten aan je kont
Ik wil likken aan je tits, yah
Met d’r chillen in de VIP, yah
Misschien vindt ze mij wel geschikt
Maar vroeg of laat komt de waarheid aan het licht, wow
Andere flow, switch
Andere ho, ik
Geeft d’r een low, kick
Kill ik ben zo, lit
Michael Jackson hoe ik Moonwalk
Dikke waggie dus ze voelt me
Pull up sneller dan een Uber
Ga niet liegen ze is goeie
Ik zeg d’r babygirl wat doen we
Ik ben in Bella kom me zoeken
Gucci jakka, Gucci schoenen
Linkerbaan we pakken boetes. Hmm, hmm, no time, no
Pull up bij je b***h maar ik heb hmm, no time, no
Zij wilt iets van mij maar ik zeg ”hmm, no time” no
Ik ben aan het rennen ik heb, hmm, no time
No time, no lie, no. Video & Productie: 50MM
Grading: Nicolay Lima
SBMG lyrics
Video strong Pull up game strong
Pull up game strong
Pull up game is strong
Pull up game is strong
Ik ben f*cking lit
Versuri-lyrics.info
Jij weet hoe dat komt
Ik heb iets op jou
Jij hebt niets op ons. Lyrics SBMG – Pull up game strong
Eyyy gappie je, je moet ff luisteren naar mij
Chivv man echt man
Je geeft je manager schande man
Echt, hoe ga je mij weer laten vragen
David laten vragen, ja
Of Monica Geuze op die track wil komen
Ik heb ‘t gevraagd, nu, nu nu vinden ze mij ook een mafkees
Dat ik, dat ik dit doe man.(pull up game strong)
Oh my goddamn
Pull up game is strong
Pull up game is strong
Pull up game is strong
Pull up game is strong
Ik ben f*cking lit
Jij weet hoe dat komt
Ik heb iets op jou
Jij hebt niets op ons. Hmm, hmmmm, no time, no
Pull up bij je b***h maar ik heb hmm, no time, no
Zij wilt iets van mij maar ik zeg ”hmm, no time” no
Ik ben aan het rennen ik heb, hmm, no time
No time, no lie, no. Hmm, hmm, no time, no
Pull up bij je b***h maar ik heb hmm, no time, no
Zij wilt iets van mij maar ik zeg ”hmm, no time” no
Ik ben aan het rennen ik heb, hmm, no time
No time, no lie, no. Pull up game is strong
Pull up game is strong
Pull up game is strong
Pull up game is strong
Ik ben f*cking lit
Jij weet hoe dat komt
Ik heb iets op jou
Jij hebt niets op ons.

Tommy Lee Says Alkaline “Use My Good Good Eye On His Art”

Seems like this beef is turning into a war on who can come up with the best cover art, but so far Tommy Lee has already released more than half a dozen diss records. The whole thing was hilarious and now Tommy Lee’s response is even more hilarious. “True him take my good good eye and put in a him thing I just shoot up back him mask,” Tommy Lee said in a recent interview. Alkaline has only released one track and has side step the beef for the most part except for a small jab during his performance at Reggae Sumfest last month. The Mobay deejay released a new single last week title “Target” and on the cover art he used a Vendetta mask covered in bullets and blood. Tommy Lee Sparta is reacting to Alkaline using his eye on the cover art of the single “Red Eyes.”
Back in March, Alkaline released his first ever Tommy Lee diss track titled “Red Eyes.” On the cover art of the single, the Vendetta deejay cleverly used a photo of the Spartan deejay’s eye.

Lorde – Perfect Places

Have another drink, get lost in us
This is how we get notorious, oh
‘Cause I don’t know
If they keep tellin’ me where to go
I’ll blow my brains out to the radio, oh
[Chorus]
All of the things we’re taking
‘Cause we are young and we’re ashamed
Send us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can’t stand to be alone
Let’s go to perfect places
[Verse 2]
Every night, I live and die
Meet somebody, take ’em home
Let’s kiss and then take off our clothes
It’s just another graceless night
[Chorus]
All of the things we’re taking
‘Cause we are young and we’re ashamed
Send us to perfect places
All of our heroes fading
Now I can’t stand to be alone
Let’s go to perfect places
[Outro]
All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway? [Verse 1]
Every night, I live and die
Feel the party to my bones
Watch the wasters blow the speakers
Spill my guts beneath the outdoor light
It’s just another graceless night
I hate the headlines and the weather
I’m 19 and I’m on fire
But when we’re dancing I’m alright
It’s just another graceless night
[Pre-Chorus]
Are you lost enough? All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway? All the nights spent off our faces
Trying to find these perfect places
What the fuck are perfect places anyway?

Ed Sheeran – Bibia Be Ye Ye

Bibia be ye ye
I lost my shoes last night, I don’t know where I put my keys
I was tired and fell asleep beneath an oak tree
I bet my mother’s proud of me from each scar
Upon my knuckle and each graze upon my knee, and all I know
Is I got a cab and then threw up on his car seat
He kicked me out and then I walked in the rain
I tell myself in every way, "I won’t be doing this again"
And tomorrow’s a brand new day
Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no man call ya, bibia be ye ye
Bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye
Bibia be ye ye
I remember less and less and mostly things that I regret
In my phone are several texts from girls I’ve never met
And in the pocket of my jeans are only coins and broken dreams
My heart is breaking at the seems and I’m coming apart now
Now things are looking up, I’ll find my shoes right next to the oak tree
And I’ll get a bus straight into town and spend the afternoon
Looking around for the things that I left on the ground
And say you’re with me, tomorrow’s a brand new day
Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no men call ya, bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
Someone told me, "always say what’s on your mind"
And I am only being honest with you, I
I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time
So no men call ya, bibia be ye ye
Bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye
Bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye) (bibia be ye ye, ye ye ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
Bibia be ye ye
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)
My momma (be ye ye)

ASAP Twelvyy – Castle Hell (12 Album)

[Intro]
Yo, yeah
Shit is real
Yeah
[Verse 1]
S’nothin’ greater
Than countin’ paper in front of haters that hated
They tried to cut off my cable
Couldn’t even watch the wire
Ain’t even see the Lakers
But a nigga see a kid meet his maker
Shit is like Jamaica with them shottas
If you playin’ with that paper
They’ll make you see the fire or
They’ll take you to the lake
Put your face up on the flyer ’cause I know that you ain’t make it
This is Castle Hell
City by the sea, the Devil’s favorite
I was raised up, up in building 8
(?),(?)
Dealt it raw, Seal your fate
Million more, (?) with my nigga Bill
You know that nigga ill
My YGs be on that gun until they die shit
[Verse 2]
The flight longer than the stay
My nights longer than my day
Shit, these Nikes on me got a ray
I’m a star myself

Ugly God – Water (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook: Ugly God]
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
Water water water water water water water water
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
Water water water water
[Verse: Ugly God]
Water on my bitch I keep her wet like my cellphone
Bitches on me dark skins and the redbones
Ugly God wrap your bitch up like some headphones
You say I ain’t shit bitch I’m Ugly God i’m well known
I ain’t got time for no wife, yeah
Lmfao you kiss bitches I pipe, yeah
Bitch I feel like Yachty just give me one night, yeah
And if she gay I tell her i’m a fucking dyke yeah
Yeah bitch i’m a dyke
Strapped up like a dyke
Man made like a dike
Boosie faded like a dyke
Niggas tryna join the wave
Pussy nigga take a hike
Your bitch my slave
Bitch I’m balling like Mike
Bitch I’m balling like Mike

[Hook: Ugly God]
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
I feel like I’m 21 Savage
I pull up and fuck on your daughter
Water water water water water water water water
I drip on your bitch like water
I splash on your bitch with the water
Water water water water

Ugly God – Like A Maverick (The Booty Tape Album)

[Verse 1]
Aye, I make music from my basement
I done came up and got famous
I’m the goat ain’t no replacement
35k on my bracelet
Niggas is bitches I don’t fuck with niggas, I can’t fuck with niggas like racists
Hoes on my dick I put gold on my wrist now my neck really cold like a penguin
I pipe your bitch with this ice on my wrist cause she see my dick hard like the pavement
I got that guap now these bitches gon flock B, I got your main bitch in amazement
Slaughter your daughter no savage
Bitch I’m the booty gang captain
She can’t be mine, no I can’t waste my time nigga I be doing shows and traveling
Bitch, I’m throwed off like a javelin
Get your bitch gone just like magic
I see that booty, I grab it
Ugly God ball like a maverick
[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God! [Hook]
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick

[Verse 2]
I spent that check on my wrist and my neck, Ugly God got the sauce you can’t handle it
Made half a mil by myself with no deal, now they mad cause I’m cocky and arrogant
Let’s get into it, no talking, let’s do it, I think that I should’ve been President
If Ugly God was a candidate watch how the people vote for me unanimous
But wait
I take your bitch on a date
Ugly God live from the H
My new bitch thick like a steak
I sit back and thumb through this cake
Fuck a new friend, niggas fake
They slept on me now they awake
Bitch I made hits like I’m Drake
Hey, gold on my neck and my wrist full of diamonds
Hey, these niggas is bitches and bitches be lying
Hey, don’t call me "brother" no you ain’t no kin to me
Can’t trust a soul all you niggas is enemies
Biting my wave boy I swear you a mini me
Come at me wrong you get hurt boy I been a G
Now I’m on top the ladder bitch, look at my swagger, I’m sharp like a dagger
Nigga want beats, serve em up like a platter
She hit my phone, I put meat in her bladder
I done came up but just watch what I’m finna be
I just got me a lil bitch from the Philippines
She give me play cause I’m rich so she into me
Talk out the side of your neck and you guillotine

[Hook]
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it, cause I ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Just like a maverick
Watch me ball out like a maverick
Get your bitch gone just like magic, cause I ball out like a maverick
I see that booty I grab it (Thanks Ugly God!)
Cause I ball out like a maverick

Ugly God – L.D.C (The Booty Tape Album)

(Thanks, Ugly God)
[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
[Verse 1]
Ay, I cannot fuck your bitch proudly
Young Ugly God strike your bitch in Hobby Lobby
30 bitches on my right, 17 behind me
I’m Ugly God, I make your main bitch call me Papi
Hoes on my dick, ’cause I look like Bill Cosby
Young Ugly God play your bitch like hockey
I’m a fucking nuisance, but these niggas can’t stop me
Your girl see my face, her coochie drip like a tsunami
[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
[Verse 2]
I’m just being honest, nigga, I know, I’m the hottest
Ugly God, dick came hard like a rocket
Looked up in my pocket, one dollar in my wallet
Fuck saving money, bitch, I’m finna buy some chocolate
I’m the fucking shit bitch, i’m only being honest
Young Ugly God, I’m a mothafuckin’ prophet
Young Pussy Bacon, drink water off the faucet
Booty Gang Captain fold your bitch like a omelette

[Hook]
I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
I said, I wear the same shoes, but these hoes on my dick
Ugly till I die, rep that Little Dick Clique
(Thanks Ugly God)

Ugly God – Bitch! (The Booty Tape Album)

but no worries, bitch, I’m neutered

[Outro]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch
Bitch piss me off they’ll have to do you
I brought her to my room and spread her legs just like a rumor
I fucked her with no condom. [Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
[Verse 1]
No, I’m not a rapper, this the first page of the chapter
Bitch, I’m a disaster, bite your bitch just like a raptor
Booty gang pastor, I’m the hash slinging slasher
Pussy Bacon Escobar, plugged in like an adapter
All my music slappin’, make you dance just like a Kappa bitch
Boy I’m broke as fuck, 30 bands straight from FAFSA bitch
Hoe give me some space, no I ain’t talkin’ about no NASA bitch
Gucci head to toe, you wipe me down just like a napkin
[Hook]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
[Verse 2]
Bitch, you know my handle, hump your bitch just like a camel
Bitch, I run the scandal cuz I’m lit just like a candle
I can’t trust a bitch, I’m flippin hoes just like the channels
Young ugly god play these hoes like a piano
I’m colder than your cooler, deeper than the sewer
All my niggas shooters.

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God (The Booty Tape Album)

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
[Verse 1]
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Flexing like you got it, bitch, I know your ass is broke
Your networth say you got a million, but your ass don’t
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween
[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

[Verse 2]
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef
[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (what?)
Fuck Ugly God (ayy!)

Ugly God – I’m Tryna Fuck (The Booty Tape Album)

[Hook]
Aye, 3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
[Verse 1]
Baby stop teasing
Baby girl I know you hit my phone for a reason
If you don’t get loose or start freakin then I’m leaving
Girl you know I’m fienin, eat this meat you ain’t no vegan
I ain’t never begged a bitch for shit but bitch I might need it
I’m tryna fornicate fuck the shit that you believe in
Bitch you better twerk or I’m snitching that you’re cheating
Bitch i wanna see a show, throw that neck and show some cleavage
[Hook]
3am bitch I’m motherfuckin tired
If we on the same page I might motherfuckin slide
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna fuck
I’m tryna tap that ass and bust a nut
Don’t give me the wrong message girl I’m tryna see what’s up
I don’t mean to burst your bubble bitch but yes I’m tryna fuck
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck

Ugly God – I’m A Nasty Hoe (The Booty Tape Album)

[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
[Verse 1]
I made yo bitch say "uh"
I put my hand on her butt
She said, "boy I’m on my period."
I said, "I don’t give no fuck!"
All I said was, "I’m Ugly God"
Now her pussy wet like a duck
Take advantage of me bitch I wanna be yo slut
Face, Titties, Booty, and Toes
What I’m eating for lunch
Sit upon my face baby, I ain’t vagina in months
I’ma dip your titties in Koolaid baby watch how I lick it up
I’ma gamble witcha’ booty baby, lemme try my luck
[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe

[Verse 2]
Ugly God A.K.A. [Intro]
Thanks Ugly God! Nigga Too Nasty
Come here baby put your phone number in my gadget
"Little Dick Clique", until they lay me in a casket
Young Ugly God toss yo booty like a salad
Same shoes everyday but bitch I’m still swaggin’
Motherfuck yo fashion, I could win a beauty pageant
Ugly God a legend, take notes in yo tablet
I’m ugly as the fuck, but bitch I’m still a coochie magnet
37 booties in my face, boy what’s happenin’
TV screen, shawty on the scene like an actress
My hair on point but my clothes stay ratchet
Young Ugly God, bitch my dick game disastrous
[Chorus]
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
I’m a nasty hoe, I’m a nasty hoe
[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God!

Ugly God – Stop Smoking Black & Milds (The Booty Tape Album)

Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
[Verse 2]
Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (yup)
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke
[Outro]
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch [Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy? [Intro]
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy
Run it back, hey, ooh, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
Thanks Ugly God! Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy
[Verse 1]
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends with me
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?

Ugly God – Welcome To The Booty Tape (The Booty Tape Album)

I mean he’s just not that attractive! [Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw? [Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, bitch And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God! Final opinion on Ugly God? Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not!

NF – Outro

But, then I figured out the reason they follow me
The reason why these fans surrounding me
It’s not ’cause I’m a "Rap God"
I don’t need you people to bow to me
All they ever did was doubt on me, now everyone’s proud of me
Acknowledge me or not, you ain’t ignoring the following
I’m just teaching ’em something they couldn’t learn in they colleges
This is for the kids feeling like they live at the bottom and every day of they lives, feels like it’s darker than Halloween! Yeah, they waiting on me to match them
The emotion I had in the last one
But if I don’t, they gonna tell me that I’m losing my passion
If I do, am I repeating my actions? Pain’s always been the root of my music
If I cut it off, how am I supposed to keep growing
If I let it go, won’t my whole career be in ruins? Put the controllers away, it’s game over
I promise I’m way colder
The fans keep saying that they’re hungry for new music, well that’s pretty convenient ’cause I just made a plate for ’em
And now I’m hearing none of y’all are saying
I just sit at the keys feeling the music
Got me thinking I’m Beethoven
The game needs a makeover
If you’ve been waiting, the wait’s over
You ain’t notice, y’all about to witness a takeover, I’m home! [Verse]
I’m dedicated, the definition of dedication
Wrote this whole record while I was levitating
Sittin’ in my room with the pen and paper, I’m innovative
They’ve been afraid of me since I was a second grader
I’m the kid on the playground mama told you to never play with
There’s levels of music—and I’m in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
But if you don’t know the brand by now, you better get educated
Take both of my arms, rip ’em out the sockets and separate ’em
Forgive me, yeah, I know I get animated
Don’t matter, I still write a better record than yours without a hesitation
Never been more motivated
Just look at all the minds I have opened and penetrated
See, I am the voice of all these kids that think things, but never say ’em
That’s why they come to my shows wearing the NF hoodies and hats low like we’re carrying weapons, ah! Yeah, look, "How Could You Leave Us" is massive
There ain’t nothing I can write that’ll match that
My biggest fear writing this record wasn’t putting out trash
It was disappointing myself and the fan base
Now I want you to picture me:
I’m in a hotel rapping, crying on the floor of the bathroom
Staring in the mirror, my room, hands shaking playing "How Could You Leave Us" through the speakers on my iPhone
Tryna to figure out if I’ma always feel the way that I feel or maybe someday I can learn to be happy
Or maybe I can’t be, ’cause if the music ain’t emotional enough, are they gon’ call me a has-been? Yeah, you ain’t alone out there, look around you—we got a lot of fans in here
Couple hundred thousand, that’s what we did last year
Listen to Intro 3, trying to kill my fear
They’ll get that in a minute
We about to shatter the critics
I am a savage admit it
A lot of baggage I live in
That’s why the passion is different
Really don’t care if they get it
We’re only three records in it and this is just the beginning
I’m home! That’s when I realized this whole conversation is stupid
I never cared to impress people that don’t even know me
I just write what I feel, somehow it started a movement
Trying to enjoy a career, but I don’t know how to do it, when I spend all of time my being afraid I’ma lose it! [Outro]
Real music

Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it
[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t with no shoppin’
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game
Bubble Gum on Jxm’, smokin’ on a different strain
Niggas still in south, they need to stay up in their lane
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change
Put you boys to shame
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne
Say my name (Jxm’)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
All these, hundreds got me siftin’
Jeep 35, needs a liftkit
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a kick-in
Leave your chick within 5 feet of me, wouldn’t risk it
Niggas cannot stop me, told them just to face it
Aston sittin’ low, wow, damn I scraped it
She like spreading wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus
I’m like "I might go and take the spot, because of negligence"
Barricades ain’t holdin’ me
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Last night had bitches go at me, like they go at me? Took off all these niggas, call it jetstream
[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah, you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexing (yeah)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (yeah)

Rich Homie Quan – Safe (feat. Cyko)

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittasss. A lot of rubber bands in the safe boy
I don’t buy nothin’ I’m dirt cheap
Red carpet fresh yeah all the time
Brown suit call a nigga Louis 13
No feelings can’t let a b***h hurt me
Broke bitches are the only thing that hurt me
Gettin’ money the s**t we don’t trip ’bout
Talk cash money s**t I got a big mouth
Stop savin’ these h**s with a cape on
This stick got a 9 and a beige on
The TEC got my name on it Draymond
Money in the mattress every night ’cause I lay on it
Ballin’ hard need a new court to play on
I can’t fall off I’ma stay on
Big crib for all my Section 8 homies
So many diamonds in the patek it look like the fake gone
Paid yo’ son to ask the people
Suck it like a vacuum cleaner
Smoke the dope pass it neither
Who gon’ smoke pass the reefer
200 of ’em in the back of the .. And I need a lawyer I’m talkin’ a paralegal
I just get the money I can’t get mad at people
Tryin’ to get a brand new bag everyday
Rich Homie! Get the money everyday and throw the bread in the safe
Niggas get wrong throw the lead in their face
Had to go get the money go get the money go, you slow nigga I don’t know nigga why you broke
Traphouse go crazy, gotta grind like a broke lady
I was there bro had to get on
Couple niggas hatin’ had to get gone
I’ve been goin’ hard man I can’t stop
Old money new money in the shoe box
And I’m still with the same old day ones
Same nigga never changed with the fame on
Had to go get a chain with my name on it
Wrist game came with the rain on it
Rollie so wet I can paint on it
Real trap nigga got the thing on me
Had to really be a man, had stand on my two feet
You don’t understand why I ride with the 2 heat
Money comin’ in they gon’ hate on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
I’ma go and get the bag keep the weight on it
And if it come up short put yo’ head on the plate
I need everything put the bag on my main yeahhh. Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas. Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it versuri-lyrics.info
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

Son Little – Demon To The Dark

And did the world pick me apart
Can I somehow been put tohether
Sometime the day cause life a short
Do you can fell ,still your hear me
When do romane how you there
I think my train is of the railing
Is this some way to get it clear
My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark
I’m in the darkness on my show
Paralysed because of fear
I been this way not since the 80s
That’s when I started with the beer
Just to help me with the traumas
The liquor gave me even
The bottle get me through the night time
And all my daytime friends appeal
So I’d never touched the needle
But It breaks me just the same
Satisfiend with the money
And everything is just a game
Mister Philips can you hear me
My dear Romane, are you there
Feel just like the world is ending
Is there some way to get it clear
My heart, my god is full of star
Don’t you know, don’t you know
You brought the demon to the dark I’m gonna beg for your forgiveness
And when I do that from the start
I’m gonna need as a witness
Though you may have an hardened heart
Have I always been a sinner?

Madison Beer – Dead

Why, why, why, why? Why you still breathing? Why aren’t you dead yet? Why, why, why, why? Why you still breathing? Why aren’t you dead yet? Why do you say that? [Verse 2]
You could be here but you’re not, I give whatever you want
But you just take it and run, you run (oh run, run)
And I give you so many shots but you just drinking ’em all
You never give it a thought, oh love (yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober (sober)
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight (alone tonight)
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right
[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet? Why you still breathing? And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet? [Verse 1]
You could be here, but you’re there
You could be anywhere and these days I don’t even care no more
You only be showing me love whenever you’ve had too much
Whatever’s been filling your cup, no more
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, no more showing up when you’re not sober
At my front door just to say you’re alone tonight
Yeah, tryna fuck me and my mind up
It’s a reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right
[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet? [Bridge]
Be careful what you say
Say only what you mean
Mean to me then you’re nice
You’re nice, you’re nice
It’s nice to know you now
Now that it all went down
Down on your knees you cry
You cry, you cry, yeah
[Chorus]
You say you can’t live without me
So why aren’t you dead yet? Why, why, why, why? And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet? Why, why, why, why? [Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why? Why aren’t you dead yet? Why do you say that? Why, why, why, why? Why do you say that? [Post-Chorus]
Why, why, why, why? Why, why, why, why? And you say you can’t live without me
Then why aren’t you dead yet?

ASAP Twelvyy – Diamonds (feat. ASAP Rocky) (12 Album)

You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and we all came here to go
Life is what you make it
And a pocket full of secrets
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? It was gangstas kissin’ gangstas if you paid attention
Before my shit was even out you couldn’t wait to get it
But now the shit I’m puttin’ out gon’ make you think to get it
Take a minute, God’s present ’cause I’m way too gifted
So next album fuck around and make you wait ’til Christmas
[Chorus: Sarah Barthel & A$AP Rocky]
Mothafucka, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and a heart that’s made of gold
With a mouth full of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh, his eyes was made of stone
Pockets full of secrets, know what I’m sayin’? Go, go, oh Go, go, oh

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Fancy teeth and jeans, fancy teeth and jeans
I’ve seen some shit you wouldn’t believe that made me leave the scene
Appreciate the late rappers, paved the way rappers
I think back to backpackers and the wave cappers
‘Cause now I hate rappers, hate today’s rappers
Hate these fake rappers, lame fashion closet gangsta (uhh) rappers
And shout outs my nigga Riley, ‘member Gangstalicious? You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and we all came here to go
Life is what you make it
And a pocket full of secrets
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? [Intro: Sarah Barthel]
You’ve got a mouthful of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
[Verse 1: A$AP Twelvyy]
Comic book and guns, comic books and guns
Watchin’ Power, livin’ Belly
Ghost like Tommy Bunns
I’ma conquer what I vision, bet my time gon’ come
I’m Tetsuo with a Tommy gun
Paparazzi pop up where my mami from
Prolly hit a lobby with my posse drunk
Sippin’ on Bacardi, take a shot of rum
Pissin’ in the elevator, still don’t give a fuck
Gold grill, black mask, still ain’t switchin’ up
‘Member niggas called me Diddy, I was wreakin’ havoc
Threw the Glock up in the river, it was too dramatic
I’m a shooter, fuck my sneaker fashion
Fantasize about a week on acids
Spazzin’ when the reefer’s passin’
[Chorus: Sarah Barthel & A$AP Rocky]
Mothafucka, know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds
Oh, and a heart that’s made of gold
With a mouth full of diamonds
And a pocket full of secrets
Oh, his eyes was made of stone
Pockets full of secrets, know what I’m sayin’?