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Preme – Frostbite (feat. Offset) lyrics

[Intro: Preme]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, okay

[Verse 1: Preme]
Everybody in my hood know me (know me)
The city treat me just like Tony (they do)
Montana, I ain’t got madness (no)
Skating with the stick, no goalie (woo)
Droptop on my ‘rari (‘rari)
My ex-girl say sorry (sorry)
My new girl on molly (molly)
She look like a Barbie (Barbie)

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Six side (side) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Flex, skrrt, skrrt, niggas ain’t keepin’ up (skrrt, skrrt)
Pullin’ up with choppers and the windows up (brrp, brrp)
Get you knocked off with a arm up (ugh)
I do not be talkin’, they gon’ bomb rush (shush)
You not really poppin’, get your crumbs up (crumbs up)
Yeah, we had to fall just to come up (fall)
Smokin’ on cookie, smellin’ like fungus (ooh)
Gettin’ the popm eatin’ it like a nunchuck (beat it)
Real niggas, no fuck shit among us (real)
The bags so big, got enourmous (bags)
Still 3 deep on the tour bus (gang)
Race to the check, took a shortcut (ugh)
I got it, you hate it
No neighbors, my houses is gated
Your career deflated (pitiful)
This is not Mike but I made it (I made it)
I’m from the north, not the Decatur (north)

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Nawf side (nawf) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 3: Preme]
Baby, just come through (bad)
I know that you with it (know it)
I know that you with it
You fuck with a baller (ball)
I know that you get it (get it)
I know that you get it (get it)
But out for some days now (yeah)
She wanna ride on the wave now (wave)
She know a nigga don’t play round (no)
I treat that Porsche like a playground (skrrt, skrrt)
I feel like I’m fresh out the slammer (slammer)
Rockin’ designer like panda (panda)
She wanna fuck on the camera (camera)
I treat my bitch like she Pamela (Pamela)
Comtemplate
Half of my niggas is gone away (yeah)
That make it hard just to concentrate (woo)
With my niggas is bombs away

[Chorus: Preme & Offset]
IPhone (phone), trap phone (phone)
You a clone (clone), get your own (woah)
Six side (side) for life (life)
Wrist froze (woo), frostbite (woo, hey)
Adderall, bite down (Acts)
Drop a whole pound on the greyhound (pound)
You better call your wife now (brrrr)
Got her at the bando gettin’ piped down (smash)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)
I need that right now (now)
ASAP, right now (now)
Shawty, iced out (ice)
I’m up right now (woah)
Right now (right now)
Right now (ASAP)
Right now (woo)
Right now (woo, woo, woo)

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Ayo, Preme, it’s DJ Khaled
The streets embrace you
I see you, we see you
Notice how I said we
We proud
Reps up, bless up
It’s your time, right now
(Another one)

Preme – Hot Boy (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

[Chorus: Preme]
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ’cause I like it like that
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no, no, no, no

[Verse 1: Preme]
I pull the roof down just to look at the clouds
New clique, called, “No Broke Niggas Allowed”
Smooth bitch, smell like she came out the shower
I moved in, ’cause that pussy got a hold of me now
You’re holdin’ me down, yeah, we runnin’ the town
Let’s catch a flight and treat the world like a merry-go-round
I got the ice on bright, goons on site
‘Cause if niggas get to trippin’ then my dogs might bite, yeah
I’m the type of nigga, hit it on the first night, yeah
Swerve life when she ask me can she spend the night here
Heard them niggas hatin’ on the team, bitch, I might care
I could fuck the girl of your dreams, that’s a nightmare
I could fuck the girl of your dreams, that’s an idea
You know I’ma beat the pussy up, I don’t fight fair
I don’t need the fake love, I just need the pay stubs
Quick to cut a bitch, but never take a paycut

[Chorus: Preme]
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ’cause I like it like that
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no, no, no, no

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Um… I’m just tryna hit it on the first night, squirt life
She just tryna ride it like a dirt bike, swerve life
I’m the livest nigga up in her life, sure, right
And I’m the blindest nigga up in her eyes, now I’m preachin’
Was a hot boy in my first life, word life
Had to move on like a third strike
Now I’m preachin’, lookin’ for the one with the curves tight
Now I’m squeezin’, sexy Polynesian pepper girl, extra jalapeños
Bring you where you’ve never been brung with my tongue, bae
I could make you fiend for the D like a nun, bae
Diamonds on me sing like they Harry Belafonte
Skinny ass jeans and some OVO MJ’s
Can’t go to the 6 until the record is a clean slate
Might just grow a beard, be the mean New Orleans Drake
Might just throw a party next door to where Preme stay
As my mothafuckin’ keys shake

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Might just do some braids like Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Used to have some wings, had to get them shits chopped off
Might just do some braids I’m Lil Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Yeah, prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Might just do some braids like Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Used to have some wings, had to get them shits chopped off
Might just do some braids like I’m Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy

[Chorus: Preme]
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ’cause I like it like that
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no, no, no, no

[Outro: Preme]
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that

Preme – Ill Life 4 lyrics

[Verse 1]
I used to say
Do dreams really come true?
Do miracles happen?
Can I get paid for my passion?
When I was young and my American fam would laugh at my accent
I’d say my accent is ’bout as thick as your glasses, ha
Proud to say I’ve never caught up with fashion
These clothes can’t cover your soul
And as of lately
I’ve been focused on my lady
Fuck bitches, man, them hoes ain’t covered in gold
They wouldn’t let me cross the borders, the customs had me hold
It’s my story, if I ain’t tell it, it will never be told
Every man must stand on his own two
I know the grind, [?] taught me how to hustle in ’02
From flippin’ burgers to committin’ burglaries, uh
From winnin’ spelling bee’s to catchin’ felonies, uh
My hood credentials
Such way to protection
Momma, I pray I make it to make up for what you been through

[Chorus]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this ill life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, follow my story
See the pain in my steps
Sunshine bring life
So I’ma reign of the death
For the sake of my kid, I’m tryna find some common ground with my ex
But it’s hard to get right when you left
And lately shit done got me thinkin’
How I gotta strike in order to become a kingpin
Let that sink in
Quiet in the club, just smokin’, drinkin’
Or yellin’ free my niggas like I’m Lincoln
Remember when Cole would open for Drake
And I would open for Cole
So I’ma climb to the top, I was still two levels below
That shit just feed the hunger, I have to settle the score
Get off toe, hop out my bike, back to pedellin’ dope
Talk about bein’ stressed, had to finally accept
I’d be rich if I could catch a reality check
Money ain’t never make me
Pussy ain’t never slaved me
So trappin’ while I’m rappin’ just prayin’ that Lord you save me

[Chorus]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
Uh, and what I can say?
Besides I want it
Want it more, kinda sore
A young boy make a fossils out of these dinosaurs
Say it, say it loud and proud
Own that shit, I got ownership
I can hand out these eviction notices
Young black landlord
Niggas can’t see me like a sandstorm
Big gold medals like we ran for ’em
Still willin’ to fall for what we stand for
Violate, I’ll cut off your lights like I pulled the lamp cord
Uh, we catch flights then catch feelings
Hard to smell the hate through the scent of a fresh million
Realest niggas recite me, the fake never relate
I’m from where a man is measured by what he got in his safe
[?]
On the corner duckin’ police
Know me, I grew up and I blew up now I’m the OG
Slim nigga pockets so big
Got my bitches on a short leash

[Chorus: Preme & [Nicki Minaj?]]
Nobody really gets you
Feel like the whole world is against you
And ain’t nobody comin’ in your rescue
And all you wanna do is be the best you
Just know you’re born for this ill life
You ain’t the only one goin’ through this ill life
All I know how to live is this ill life
They gon’ see what I did with this life, yeah, yeah

Preme – Jackie Chan (feat. Post Malone) lyrics

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 1: Preme]
I think you got the wrong impression ’bout me, baby (’bout me, baby)
Just ’cause they heard what hood I’m from they think I’m crazy (they think I’m crazy)
Okay, well maybe just a little crazy (just a little)
‘Cause I admit I’m crazy ’bout that lady, yeah (oh)
Finger to the world, it’s fuck you, pay me (yeah, yeah)
I been slayin’ on the pussy ’cause I’m runnin’ out of patience
No more waitin’ no, no (ayy)
Bouncin’ like a yo-yo (ayy)
Livin’ life on fast forward but we fuck in slow mo’
You a fool (ayy)
I come through and rule (ayy)
I know how to do that (ayy)
Like I went to school for that (ayy)
Tell your man I don’t wanna keep you (no, no)
I just wanna bone (I do)
And if she fuck me tonight (she fuck me tonight)
She goin’ shopping tomorrow (shopping, baby)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Verse 2: Preme]
(Come through, come through)
Yo’ bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan, Chun-Li (come through)
Quick to book the ticket wild trip for free (for free)
Take you to my town, OT (I know you wanna)
Know it’s goin’ down, OD (yeah, yeah)
Drop top, how we rollin’ out in South Beach (yeah, yeah)
Love that Cali rollin’, this might be my destiny (yeah)
She want me to hit it, I guess dinner’s on me (I got you, babe)
Know I got the sauce like a fuckin’ recipe (ohh)
She just wanna do it for the ‘Gram (you know, you know)
She just want that money in my hands (I know, you know)
I’ma give it to her when she dance, dance, dance (ayy)
She gon’ catch a Uber out to Calabasas, oh

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

[Bridge: Post Malone & Both]
I can’t wait for the show, oh, oh
Got that good, yeah, I know, oh, oh
You should not be alone, oh, oh
All this drank got me throwed, oh, oh
Cup got me right
And I feel so alive, ayy
She don’t want the pain
She don’t wanna be no object
Just wanna stay out like
She just wanna sniff the white
Can’t tell her nothing, no
Can’t tell her nogthing, no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan
She said she too young, don’t want no man
So she gon’ call her friends, now that’s a plan
I just ordered sushi from Japan
Know your bitch wanna kick it, Jackie Chan

Preme – Light Skinned Keisha Speaks lyrics

[Interlude: Light Skin Keisha]
So I’ont know who told these bitches that it was or cool or whatever the case may be
To take a picture of a nigga while he sleepin’
You know I’m sayin’, while he’s not alert or whatever the fuckin’ case may be
Like you know I’m sayin’, like first of all bitch
If ain’t nobody told you, I’ll be the first to tell you
Okay believe I’d be the first to tell you that you lame
You corny, you stupid
‘Cause first of all bitch, look if you had any chances of seein’ this nigga again
You can cancel that with you groupie ass
Like, don’t nobody got time for that
Like this, this nigga didn’t know that was goddamn bringin’ a damn
Paparazzi around
Like, damn bitch you know I’m sayin’
Like you ruinin’ this shit for bitches
And yeah fellas y’all just gotta reconsider, the type of bitches that y’all bring around
Like know that every bitch can’t hang, every bitch not cool
Some bitches really do be on that lame shit
Bitches can’t wait to name drop and tell a bitch I been with so and so
Look, look, look, look, look, look
This who I did and I got proof
A bitch can’t wait like, you just gotta chill you know I’m sayin’
Be careful, be careful, you feel me

Preme – Loaded (feat. YG) lyrics

[Verse 1: Preme]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left port in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don’t talk to the pork
Just a young nigga from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I’m way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
A-list bitch but her name ain’t important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that shit look boring
New whip, new bitch and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
Bitch I’m the boss on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana and the hammer now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my niggas out the pen
Build a dozen niggas [?] and I do this shit again
Man I only got brothers, I ain’t never had friends
Getting dollars with them niggas that ain’t never had cents
Oh no

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

[Verse 2: YG]
No white T’s anymore, they don’t check ID’s anymore
Got a bitch named Christian Dior, cause all the bitch wear is Christian Dior
Catch a nigga ridin’ by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain’t really ridin’ by myself
I don’t need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, I designed by myself
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Backup nigga, watch how I blow this
This shit come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
She tryna fuck all day and get loaded
I wanna fuck two, but I’m tryna get focused
Million dollars in there, what a nigga grossing?
Used to kick down the front door, now the door open
Ooh, we don’t fuck with the opps, baby tryna fuck up the knots
Oh, and if you fuck up tonight, we gon’ have to jack off the Glock
I’m just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
Can I live?, big steak on the grill
In the safe half a mill, [P Reign] 4 hundred
OVO 4 hundred, six side so trill

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

Preme – Loaded (Interlude) lyrics

I’ve seen 357’s
I seen 12 gauge shot guns
I’ve seen 12 gauge on pumps [?]
I seen 45 military special with clip on the street
I seen fucking Thompsons, damn Thompson I’ve seen it [?]
I’ve seen hand grenades
I’ve seen beer can bazookas made
Damn things hit you just as getting hit with a gun
I’ve seen 22 zip guns, I’ve seen 38 zip guns
I’ve seen-I’ll tell you
This about things that you’d think you’d never see on the street I’ve seen
I’ve seen dynamite on the street
I’ve seen all of this
And you’d be surprised man
Pretty soon they’re gonna steal the damn atom bomb

Preme – No Defeat lyrics

[Chorus]
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love

[Verse 1]
No defeat, no retreat
You touch my C’s, I’ll cut your whole family tree
And we gon’ eat, it’s a feast
Tan coat like you landed on a beach
Cold blooded, you the coldest when you speak
This the diamonds on my teeth, I can whisper and she freaks
And ??? to me in hell, I landed on my feet
Balenciaga sneaks, if it’s beef, we ain’t gon’ tweet
Ain’t no peace, if you feeling froggy, leap
We keep the streets sweeped, only serve to make ’em lean
She said I taste like candy, I trick for treats
We been fuckin’ 7 days, she got me weak
First time I fell in love was with a fiend
‘Cause I was seventeen first time I made some green
Freedom of speech ’til you niggas mention Preme
Then it’s 9’s to your back, puttin’ jerseys on your team
Bow bow, ay

[Chorus]
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love

[Verse 2]
No defeat, no retreat
You lay a finger on my keys and get deleted
Everybody vegan now, don’t want no beef
Looking like a hundred bricks a week, shout out Meech
You niggas got a problem with the kid, then come and see me
Man, fuck that nigga, he a weenie
‘Member no cable, fixing antennas on the TV
I ain’t hungry, boy, I’m greedy
Save my bullets, give ’em beating
Wore all my chains at once, too much, got a hunch
Know the back reign, boy, you fumble and you lunch
And can’t no change change us, if there ain’t no money, hang up
She brought a friend to play D, I hit that 3 and laid up
I’m drinking Henny with a twist, that my shit
Heard y’all just got married, congrats, that’s still my bitch
Heard y’all bought a crib, congrats, that’s on my wrist
Way she sucking dick gon’ make a nigga tat her lips

[Chorus]
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love
That my hoe, so she gon’ fuck
That my dog, so he gon’ buck
And fuck them niggas, ain’t got no trust
And fuck them bitches, ain’t got no love

Preme – One Day lyrics

[Chorus]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

[Verse 1]
Uh, reality overpowers the fiction
When we’re talking, young killers missin’ a pot to piss in
His palms itchin’ with dreams of executin’ his vision
On a mission, watch as he grips his Glock with conviction
Can you blame him? Can you blame him?
With his light straining face with the ultimate ultimatum
You either starve
Play the sideline and get involved
They urge you to get a job
You gave resumes, not a call
Anything for his kid
Never cared to be rich
The thought of consequences gets dismissed when eatin’ chips
Bought that life for a murder, his momma left, he was six
Guess he a son of a gun and a son of a bitch
Homie said the smackin’ gavel’s like the smokin’ barrel
But you can hardly blame a world that ain’t hardly travel
Just know we brothers, only God can judge us
And with this music I’ma make the haters love us, that’s real

[Chorus]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

[Verse 2]
Picture this
Ass, tits and hips
Nothin’ less than thick
Mac all on her lips
Top down on the whip
Barely 25, in a newest ride and her momma ain’t buy that shit
She tried high school and she quit
Hit the strip then learn to script
Met the dawg, that was it
Fell in love, had a kid
Average black ghetto male
Even broke I’m doin’ bids
Last I heard servin’ 25 to life
Shootin’ over dice
Head crack, hunnid dollar game, said he shot him twice
Tissues for the woman with the bad ammunitions
What don’t kill you gon’ build you
Just buy the pistol, I feel you
Them perverts testing your patience
If you had options you quit
But gotta see that you think
Just watchin’ tricks from this tricks
She put the pussy for rental
And a price on the dental
But if she knew her potential
That girl could be monumental
But can you blame her?
Damn, can you blame her?
All for her daughter she sells prized possessions to a stranger
Until the night he raped her
Fallowed her home
Pistol in her purse
Holdin’ her own
Still haunted by the scent of his cologne
One in his dome, she call 911 and hang up the phone, shit
Will they believe me or you? You or me?
And cop a plea
Servin’ 25 to life for 23
And for somethin’ she ain’t tryna be
They found the fingerprints and they believe a story
Gone for homicidal robbery, damn

[Chorus]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

[Bridge: Female vocals]
Away
I’ll be home one day
I’ll be home, home one day
I’ll be home
I’ll be home one day
I’ll be home
I’ll be home one day

[Chorus]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

[Interlude 1]
Yo, ya already know man it’s big ol’ G, greezy motherfuckin’ money, bitch
Shout all my niggas, real niggas fuckin’ shit man
Shout out man, that nigga should be posted in here, in that motherfuckin’ cell block and shit
These niggas ain’t hear that shit, go get that motherfuckin’ body man
These niggas greezy motherfuckin’ money, you dun know man
[?] do this motherfuckin’ [?] right now
Give that nigga that motherfuckin’ bail
Fuck a bail, fuck a bail
Man, another hundred motherfuckin’ years on paper
A nigga ain’t cryin’ over that motherfuckin’ job
He won’t do, man
We the motherfucker up here, man
We the motherfucker up here, man
My niggas already told me, man
The black coffee will be well [?]

Know that I’ll be home one day

[Interlude 2]
Yo what’s goin’ on this is Bob, a.k.a. [?]
Callin’ from fuckin’ Collins Bay, graduate at school
Reppin’ the way all day
Doin’ 25 for a body
You feel me? You got me?
And I will be home one day
Holla

Know that I’ll be home one day

[Interlude 3]
Yo what up, it’s your boy Big C a.k.a. CD
I’m callin’ right now from [?] Penitentray
I’m servin’ a double life sentence for murder
You know ah mean?
True story [?] when I was 19
I’m fuckin’ 29 years old right now, man
10 years in this motherfuckin’ dawg for a murder I ain’t commit
That’s what I’m sayin’, real talk, it’s some real nigga shit
[?] you don’t understand [?]
That’s real nigga shit
‘member that time we came to trial to support me?
That motherfucker threw me the ball pen, son
The fuckin’ pen, bro, and told me to never come back bro
You know ah mean?
That’s true talk, that’s real story, how we do it
You know ah mean?
They been hatin’ on us but I’ll be home soon dawg
One love

Know that I’ll be home one day

[Interlude 4]
I’m in the pen’ servin’ a life sentence, for a murder I didn’t commit, man
I already did 12 years strong, man
You know ah mean?
Before this pen’ shit, I been in the streets
Been doin’ this, longtime on the road
[?] whaddup?
So let’s go meet this money so we can take the hook from the streets, the whole thug streets
Just remember what they say dawg
To whom much is given much is expected
To my baby girl, daddy will be home soon one day

[Chorus: Preme & female]
Just ’cause I’m gone doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I’m goin’ away
I’ll home one day
I’ll be home one day
Know that I’ll be home one day

Preme – Still Here lyrics

[Verse 1]
6AM in the 6ix
I’m still up
I’m still fucked up
Still tryna see what’s up
Still ridin’ ’round with my thugs
Still lookin’ for a way to come up
Don’t need no more of that love
Still comin’ round just ’cause
Still fuck a club with a check
Still comin’ down on your neck
Still I’m gon’ flex
Still can’t relate to the hate
Still tryna ball everyday
Still got cake
Still I’m up workin’ late
Still tryna put you on game
Still I’m gon’ play
Still gotta grind everyday
Still tryna build that safe
Lil’ nigga yeah

[Chorus]
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still livin’
I’m still here

[Verse 2]
While we all here
Let’s get one thing clear
If we ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, please get the fuck out my ear
Runnin’ from the past
Right foot sittin’ heavy on the gas
Tryna leave the bullshit in the rear
Gettin’ tired of sayin’ every year’s my year
But fuck it this year’s my year and that’s clear
A nigga been paid ‘fore I ever had a deal
Almost three strikes but I dodge that jail
Got two kids and they miss no meal
And one thing they can never say I’m not real
Zero fucks given
Always had the vision
Always been committed
Always stuck with it
My ex ain’t smoke but she drink a lil’ liquor
And had enough bread to split the bill with a nigga
I still check your moms at the bank ball lunch
Just to hear her tell me that I shoulda been the one
She ask how I’m doin’, how’s it goin’ with the music
Then I tell her I’ma prove it and my time gon’ come
And she was always down ’til I let her down
Now I’m like Pac, I just get around
Heard them new niggas got it poppin’ now
But I still run the city when I’m not in town, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still livin’
I’m still here
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still here, I’m still here
I’m still winnin’
I’m still livin’
I’m still here

Preme – Tango (Go) lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real, real, real, real
M-m-m-murder
Woah

[Chorus]
I done took it where they wouldn’t go
I’ve been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, do the most
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, talk the most shit

[Verse 1]
Like how you let them niggas slide on you
Like how you let them niggas ride on you
Your niggas with you probably bailed on you
Surprised them niggas didn’t tell on you
You looking like you got an L on you
I might go Training Day, Denzel on you
Yelling “fuck these crooked cops”, Sean Bell on you
‘Cause streets cold as ice cream, I go Pharrell on you
Woah

[Chorus]
I done took it where they wouldn’t go
I’ve been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, do the most
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, talk the most shit

[Verse 2]
The brokest nigga in the building be the loudest
Oh man, these niggas need a stylist
Call up Hazel-Ten and tell her that I sent you
Aw bae, I broke your heart, I never meant to
I call up Chubby Chubb, and find out what we into
She got an ass like Khloe and a face like Kendall
And she ballin’, you gon’ make me put some D on you
Had to foul, baby I go referee on you

[Chorus]
I done took it where they wouldn’t go
I’ve been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, do the most
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, talk the most shit

[Verse 3]
I call the shots, and then the shots hit you
But niggas know it’s personal when the bucks get you
I can see it in your eyes, ain’t no heart in you
The only time you’re barking is when your dogs with you
I cut a few niggas aiming stress hits
Tafeli can’t fit no more bitches on his guest list
Fuck the pole lights, we got no rights, I need more ice
Disco bar, talking strobe lights, yelling “more life”
Woah

[Chorus]
I done took it where they wouldn’t go
I’ve been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes?
Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost?
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit do the most
I swear the one’s that ain’t got shit, talk the most shit

DJ Mustard – Giuseppee (feat. 2 Chainz, Jeezy & Yo Gotti) lyrics

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
You couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes, walk in my Giuseppe shoes
**** You couldn’t walk in my Giuseppe shoes, walk in my Giuseppe shoes
I’m wearin’ designer clothes, takin’ designer drugs
Hoes show me love when I’m inside the club
Ktz jogging suit, man that boy cockin’ loot
I paid for the pussy man but it ain’t somethin’ that I often do

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Treat her like a prostitute, purse with the matchin’ boots
I hit her in the driveway like it’s a mansion in the ****in’ coupe
All we do is go get it, I’m allergic to broke ****as
Achoo, Achoo
And even if I’m playin’ ball, the cheapest thing I got on is 450
Rappers try to befriend a ****a
On skinny ass tie, wearin’ skinny ass tie
My outfit from the Grammys might kill you ****a
Chef cook crab legs with a Dom Pérignon ****a
I’m a ****in’ don ****a, put a ****in’ [?] in him
Giuseppes Zanottis on your mother****in’ lawn ****a
Steppin’ on your sofa, roll it on your old homie
Her ass so big, she need a ****in’ alarm on it

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Club toxic with the zero print
Gold on the tip, pay your ****in’ rent
She only rock heels, she a bad ****
30 bands in the shoebox from the last brick
Money don’t talk, it just look good
Put me in a suit and tie, still I look hood
Designer hoes, Atlanta hoes
Couple bougie ****es from the west coast
In my white on white Giuseppes
****A I’m fresh to death, can’t help it
Memphis my hood, I reppin’
Love ratchet ****es, I love it, can’t help it
Black and yellow Lambo, oreo space coupe
Jump out with them ‘seppes on lookin’ like space boots
[?] Rollie watch [?] ****a lookin’ antique
Just counted out another million, that’s a cool week

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
I see that grill on the two door lookin’ barracuda
You know that barrel on the Desert Eagle lookin’ like a tuba
Five or six Rollies, flexin’ like I’m Lex Luger
Chop the rocks with the razor and my hand, lookin’ Freddie Kruger
I’m a fool with the [?] but my fork game viscous
Lil man ****, keep the [?] Merry Christmas
I’m a [?] Clyde Christian ass ****a
You keep my name in your mouth, always ****in’ ass ****a
Swear the roof on this motherfucker lookin’ like a scarlet
Is that a half a million dollar car? Shit it gotta be
These ****as is your enemies, that’s just my philosophy
And all these swagger jackin’ ****as owe you an apology
Icy white, two bricks on my feet ****a
[?] makin’ money while I sleep ****a
Cop the [?] and cop the [?] stylin’
My Air Force 1’s you couldn’t walk a mile in ’em

[Hook:]

DJ Mustard – Low Low (feat. Nipsey Hussle, TeeCee & RJ) lyrics

[Verse 1 – Nipsey Hu$$le:]
If it ain’t a Chevy, don’t raise it up
And, if it ain’t the kush, don’t blaze it up
I’m sticking to the script while niggas changing up
They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck
But look, I was in the fo’ with my crew tryna cop me on the ten
Getting high, with my whole hood behind me
I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny
As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me
So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain’t working
Doing 50 on the red bout to brace the swerve
And, much to my surprise
We ain’t even crashing, ain’t nobody died
But, we burnt rubber from the side
Parked and hopped out like it ain’t nobody side
Fuck it, GPS the body shop
This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause

[Hook – Tee Cee:]
All I do is bounce in my low low
Getting called this nigga out the solo
Got the burner in the low low
Damn nigga, there go po po
Pops used to have the low low
I was little in a low low
You know I got it for the low low
You know I get it for the low low

[Verse 2 – RJ:]
Let’s get high, bitch, in my Damu ride
On my momma, I’m on one, hitting that side to side
Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward
Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers
Belt $12.50, Robins, no Dickie
Dice Gang [?], school ’em like Tee Cee
Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice
But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ
Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider
Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter
‘6-4, six chains, Impala
Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom
Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say
Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape

DJ Mustard – No Reason (feat. YG, Jeezy, Nipsey Hussle & RJ) lyrics

[Hook: yg]
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I’m in that [?] smokin’ like a Marley
[?] so loud soundin’ like a Harley
[?] in my hand but it ain’t a phony
Nobody get shot then it ain’t a party
Versace on my feet, Versace on my belt
I’m at the road dealer, I don’t need help
And the shit that I’m packin’ make the seat melt
[?] ridin’ shotgun on the seatbelt
My doors open up backwards, no way
No use talkin’ like you still **** with Jose
[?] got some bad ****es ****in’ with my Fungsway
So much rose gold, got thorns on it
Half a million dollar car for no reason
And we keep the clubs full like the Four Seasons

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
I’mma ball on you ****as, I’m takin’ all of they ****es
Now they see they can’t be us, try to fly with us ****a
No facade my ****a, I’m zero tolerance ****a
Over two things, my folks and economy ****a
****As gotta be kiddin’, don’t ever challenge me ****a
Got a ****ed up ass temper, I’d prolly kill ’em
And I ain’t the one to start it but I’d prolly finish
If I don’t send him to the grave then it’s probably the dentist
Look ya’ll ****as should prolly listen
All I’m speakin’ is real shit, I should start a religion
Ya’ll lookin’ like ya’ll all on your feelin’s
When you see us in the club, all these bottles and ****es
**** It, I got money for the case, I got money for the ace
I got money for an eighth, I got money in the safe
‘Bout to pull it out and drop money on the [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 3: rj]
They call me are motherfucker
If you with your broad you should cuff her
I saw my momma I’mma need three feet
Cause these ****es want pictures, ****as want somethin’ free
Still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey
Slow poke, Joe Clark, ****a lean on me
Crushin’ only codeine, I be flirtin’ with the fuego
100 bottles, can’t even see the table
Dope fiend, a ****a screamin’ out the label
Put you on the set or I can put you on the payroll
Hanging off the roof like what’s up with that ****
Suckin’ me and ****as [?] you in love with that ****
****As die for a lick, shots till we equal
I made it out the sand but it’s still [?] Pedro
I’m [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

Against The Current – Almost Forgot lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I get confused
‘Bout how it all went down
When I feel like I miss you
I try to block it out

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Still remember when we moved into that place too soon
When we paid too much ’cause we loved the view
When we just met, and it didn’t make sense, but you said forever, And I did too, too, too
Fuck

[Chorus]
I almost forgot about you breaking my heart
I almost forgot what I went through
Left out the most important part
It got really bad, we lost what we had
I almost forgot about you
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

[Verse 2]
You’re still affectin’ my mood
I never let it show (I never let it show)
I know you’re feeling it too
It’s hard to let it go

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I remember when I moved out
And you chased me down
Yelling, “Don’t forget all that we’ve been through”
But that’s just it, yeah I’m sick of this shit
I don’t want forever if it’s with you, you, you
Fuck

[Chorus]
I almost forgot about you breaking my heart
I almost forgot what I went through
Left out the most important part
It got really bad, we lost what we had
I almost forgot about you
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

I almost forgot (I almost forgot)
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

[Bridge]
Sometimes I get confused
‘Bout how it all went down

[Chorus]
I almost forgot about you breaking my heart
I almost forgot what I went through
Left out the most important part
It got really bad, we lost what we had
I almost forgot about you
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

I almost forgot
I almost forgot (I almost forgot)

Andrew McMahon In The Wilderness – Ohio lyrics

[Verse 1]
On a razor’s edge
At the first sign of light
The car was packed
While the house was quiet
And my sister slept
As we started the drive
To California
Where it’s warmer
Gonna start a new life

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Gonna miss Ohio but this time
We’re gonna get it right

[Chorus 1]
Station wagon tires, flying
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as I’m trying to find
A station on the radio
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast

[Verse 2]
And the days move fast
On northern plains
And I read the maps
The prairie grass moved
In the wind like waves
And we can’t look back
Some men you just can’t save
We had our reasons for leaving
It’s better this way

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Gonna miss Ohio but I’m not
Gonna miss the rain

[Chorus 2]
Station wagon tires, flying
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as I’m trying to find
A station on the radio
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast
Better than the mess that we left back home
In Ohio
Ohio

[Bridge]
Goodbye blue house
Goodbye red door
Abandoned worlds where we would drink on weekends
There’s magnet’s pulling from the ocean floor
I can’t forget
The way you looked when we were leaving

[Chorus 3]
Tires, flying
Katie’s counting crows through the
Tears in her blue eyes
State lines and capitals go rushing
By as I’m trying to find
A station on the radio
Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast
Better than the mess that we left back home
In Ohio
Ohio
Ohio
Ohio

Ohio

Against The Current – Strangers Again lyrics

[Verse 1]
How did I get here
And what have I done?
It’s like I’ve been sleeping for two years
And I’m just waking up
Like I’m coming out of a blackout
Like I didn’t see you ’till right now
I look around and I’m feeling like
I built a prison and put myself in it

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ahh, ahh)
I don’t wanna go through the motions
(Ahh, ahh)
No, I don’t wanna

[Chorus]
I can’t stand it when you touch me like that
‘Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent
Telling myself it was fine
But now I’m over that
I think it’s better if we just pretend
We’re just strangers again

[Verse 2]
Where do I go now?
And where do I start?
I don’t wanna pick up the pieces
I just wanna watch it all fall apart, fall apart
I picture it fall apart like I said I would
I wanted out but you held me down
And fed me the lies I told you myself

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ahh, ahh)
I don’t wanna go through the motions
(Ahh, ahh)
No, I don’t wanna

[Chorus]
I can’t stand it when you touch me like that
‘Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent
Telling myself it was fine
But now I’m over that
I think it’s better if we just pretend
We’re just strangers again

[Bridge]
We had what we had but it’s done
Now I’m over it
Held on for too long when I should’ve let go of it
And I know it was wrong but I tried to keep hold of it
It was wrong, it was wrong, it was wrong

[Chorus]
I can’t stand it when you touch me like that
‘Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent
Telling myself it was fine
But now I’m over that
I think it’s better if we just pretend
We’re just strangers again
I can’t stand it when you touch me like that
‘Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent
Telling myself it was fine
But now I’m over that
I think it’s better if we just pretend
We’re just strangers again

Against The Current – Voices lyrics

[Verse 1]
My head chained down by voices
Took us right where they want
They’re puttin’ up choice as a poison
Made them fall away just

[Pre-Chorus]
“You know, they’re better off without you”
“You know how they talk about you”
“Your fears are coming true, you know why”
[?]

[Chorus]
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again

[Verse 2]
I’m up to my neck in the noises
So I thank God that walls don’t talk
I’d do anything to avoid ‘em
I tear ‘em down ’cause I’ve had enough

[Pre-Chorus]
“You know, they’re better off without you”
“You know how they talk about you”
“Your fears are coming true, you know why”
And I say

[Chorus]
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the poison in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again

[Bridge]
“You know, they’re better off without you”
“You know how they talk about you”
“Your fears are coming true, you know why”
And I say
Yeah, I know they’re better off without me
I know how they talk about me
My fears are coming true
I know why

[Chorus]
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again
When will the voices stop making trouble inside
If I look in the mirror will I see through their eyes
When will the voices in my head just stop and let me rest
I can’t take it (take it)
Hearing the voices again

DJ Mustard – Throw Your Hood Up (feat. Dom Kennedy, Royce & RJ) lyrics

[Bridge – rj:]
All my Detroit ****as!
All my L. A. ****As, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my N. O. ****As!
All my bno ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my N. Y. ****As!
All my Chitown ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up
All my G. A. ****As! Hol’ up
All my Bay ****as, where ya at? Throw your hood up

[Hook – rj (x2):]
Everybody got problems!
Everybody got shirts cause they ****a got murked
Everybody got issues!
Everybody walk around with a big ass pistol

[Verse 1 – Dom Kennedy:]
I’m relaxing, getting high
****As ain’t shit, I’m just rapping on the side
Told ’em pussy, paper, passion and some pride
I got everything a ****a ever wanted ‘fore I died
Uh, two Rolexes that I don’t ever wear
A big gold chain I ain’t seen in a year
Leimert Park ****a looking clean in the mirror
Your girl want me, I could see it from here
Yeah, try and make money and friends is mo’ plans
You lil ****as is hiding, there’s no chance
Two step, my ****as just don’t dance
If you ever say my name, ****a, we throw hands
Told him Pushaz Ink the program, we hold bands
On that Opm shit, you know we in this
With the extra, extra, talk all reckless
Bitch in real life, yeah, that’s what I expected, ****a

[Bridge + Hook]

[Verse 2 – Royce the Choice:]
Not a rapper, way too street with it
All I did was take my life and put a Mustard beat with it
I’m D with it, believe in it, I speak it if I did that
I “Doo doo!” “Hello?” and have them ****as where you live at
Tuesdays and thursdays, them white people jumping out
Problems on my dick, have your girlfriend suck it out
A born sinner, but live killers die winners
I’ll cook my momma dope before I cook a bitch dinner
(Ol’ pussy ass ****as) I smell placenta
Dressed sharper than the mind of a Seven Percenter
Think about robbin’ me, take your brain off
She only wanna cut cause she chain saw
With the bopper as my sword and that Ruger as my shield
Bitch, my move around too real, Oxycontin, pop the blue pills
It’s a cold life, my favorite numbers is 4-5
Donald Sterling, clip a ****a I don’t like

[Bridge + Hook]

[Verse 3 – rj:]
Uh, it ain’t where ya from but it’s where ya at
I’m down to load a drum quicker than ya app
Lil ****a tryna ball, set a screen for me
Birds of a feather waiting on a wing for me
And I’ll never let a ****a think for me
I just need the suicides with the seats bloody
Look, I’ll trade a morc like a logo
For any real ****a ever put up on a Polo
Oh no, now it go, those ****as
Whole shows, both coasts so I throw no feelings
No chillin’, got a chopper and a chicken
Where you from? I threw mines to the ceiling
Pull a foreign off the lot, just got deported
And a quarter for the watch, getting extorted
Lil ****as want war but can’t afford it
Put ya life on the line, now bitches snort it, huh

[Bridge + Hook]

DJ Mustard – Tinashe Checks In (Extended Version) (feat. Tinashe) lyrics

[M:] God damn, **** it’s hot as ****
[M:] Roll down the windows, turn on the ac or turn on some music or something, **** you got me ****ed up
[F:] Let me see what’s on the radio
[Dj Mustard songs playing on every radio channel]
[M:] **** I’m tired of this shit, I’m tired of this ****a

Mustard – 92. 3 [?] radio, it’s a beautiful day in the city right now
I know everyone’s out doing their thing, it’s summertime, but I need all my s*** independent single ladies,
If you don’t need a ****a for shit call me up right now, like right ****in’ now

Would it be a mistake if I put it down on you?
I’m not into games I’ve been feeling lonely, so are you
We should do the damn thing
Let me hit the shower, are you comin’ through?
Give me about an hour and I’ll be ready [?]
**** You talkin’ ’bout? We don’t even speak, we just do the nasty
That way we make a [?]
Used to love to see my ****a happy even though you brought baggage
Did everything you asked me but you was gettin’ ratchet
Now we got damage, you let these other ****es have it
You let these other ****es have it
You let these other ****es have it
You let these other ****es have it

DJ Mustard – Vato (feat. YG, Jeezy & Que) lyrics

[Hook: Que]
For the cheese like nachos
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto
Ridin’ for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

[Verse 1: yg]
I’m talkin’ bout bald head, tatted up ese’s
Cv70’s and [?]
Hold up, they ain’t never on that bitch shit
Fuck a chicklet, they on the corner with that biscuit
Called ’em up like (brrp), nigga need that (brrp)
Said that money good, my partner pulled up like (skrrt)
He ain’t playin’ wit’ it, that pistol permanent, he stayin’ wit’ it
Yeah, he tryna live his dreams, so he layin’ wit’ it
And I helped him cross the border, now he finally seen his daughter
And his vato just got shot up, he hit the block and all you heard was
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!

[Hook: Que]
For the cheese like nachos
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto
Ridin’ for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Que pasa homes, I’m caked up, need a loan
I’m talkin’ pesos, nigga leave me the fuck alone
I’m talkin’ big chips, nachos
Rappin’ bout another nigga life, well it’s not yours
Catch me out, G’d up, mobbin’ like the cholo
52 rounds in the chop, nigga yolo
Get right, get you what you want like the Costco
Nigga pullin’ up on a chicken like at Roscoe’s
Black hammer, bandana, yellow box, arm hammer
It came out Laredo, sent ’em out to Atlanta
Me and my nigga [?] cream and nachos
Fuck wit’ my nigga, I’ll knock the beef up out your taco

[Hook: Que]
For the cheese like nachos
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto
Ridin’ for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

[Verse 3: Que]
Headed to the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
Ridin’ wit’ the heater, in the winter, wit’ the top gone
For the cheese like a nacho, I’ll knock the beef out your taco
When it come to Velveeta, I do not play bout my peso
It’s just me and my vato, we in a Porsche on Rodeo
Tryna find us a J-Lo to paint a face like it’s make-up
If you play with the queso, them bullets flyin’ [?]
Call my vatos like andele [?]
My comprades, my partners, aka my amigos
And they play with gambino, don’t touch it if it [?]
If it ain’t bout guapo, lil’ nigga don’t call
Cause I don’t wanna talk, fall back, nigga, pause
I don’t play about my vatos
When it come to ’em, give a nigga that trabajo

[Hook: Que]
For the cheese like nachos
I’ll pull up on a nigga pronto
Ridin’ for the guapo, it’s just me and my vato
If money ain’t the convo, tell me what the hell you call for
As soon as the block close, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos
It’s just me and my vatos, it’s just me and my vatos

DJ Mustard – Whole Lotta Lovin’ (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro]
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta, whole lotta
Mustard on the beat, hoe!

[Pre-Hook]
Aye mama, don’t need no shit
I don’t need no lip, just a whole lotta lovin’ (yeah)
Niggas always tryna hate
But when I’m with they bitch, get a whole lotta lovin’ (straight up!)

[Hook]
Finally I can move how I want
And I need, pick a time and I’m zoning
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
When I wake in the morning
For a whole lotta lovin’
For a whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
God damn it I’m fucked up
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)

[Verse 1]
Wait, baby it’s ’bout to go down (yeah!)
Order another round (yeah!)
Don’t get nervous now
Turn them one’s around (it’s lit!)
Shining up that whip
Bad bitch on my dick (straight up!)
Time ain’t going nowhere
Long as you right here (woo!)
Pour my lean and juice
Braid my hair like Snoop (yeah!)
Glidin’ in my coupe
Ain’t no bitch like you
Riders with me too
Die and live by you
Die and live by you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Finally I can move how I want
And I need, pick a time and I’m zoning
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
When I wake in the morning
For a whole lotta lovin’
For a whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’, lovin’, lovin’, lovin’
God damn it I’m fucked up
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
(God damn it I’m fucked up)

[Verse 2]
Now it’s time to take it home
Do at least a hundred, baby
Driving in your new Mercedes
That your daddy loaned us
Now it’s time to take it home
Do at least a hundred, baby
Driving in your new Mercedes
That your daddy loaned us

[Outro]
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
Finally I can move how I wanted
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
You got me, I got you and that’s all that I need
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
When I wake in the morning
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?

DJ Mustard – Why’d You Call? (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & iLoveMakkonnen) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off playing, lies you were saying
Started off laughing, then I start to believe
Said you were stayin’ but you were lying
You’re thinking bout leaving, walking out on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
You be actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off at backstage, ended up at the hotel
Started off fucking now like oh well
You said that’s my pussy, said that’s your dick
You’ve been thinking ’bout cheating, creeping on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
Now you actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you
Can you tell me why?

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?

Johnny Marr – Hi Hello lyrics

When are you coming up
Get away now and go to bed
I’m gonna pick you up
Hear what you say and you’re going so fast

And I see you coming down that line
See the future for tomorrow’s child
And I watch you when you’re losing your mind
And you can’t let go

All the places, all the steps
You clamber up the beaten track
When you’ve fallen and you keep on climbing
You never look back

So hi hello
Whatever you need and wherever you go
I can’t say no
One hard beat, any place we run

And I see you coming down that line
See the future for tomorrow’s child
And I’ll find you when the lights are blinding
And you can’t get home

It’s never soon enough
And forever’s gonna come too fast
Time is calling us
Gets in the way and unfolds the past

When there’s nobody else around
On a train, on the way from town
And you feel like you can’t be found
And you can’t let go

All the faces taking up your time
You say leave me alone
Yes, tomorrow you’re the future’s child
And I know where to go

So hi hello
Whatever you need and wherever you go
I can’t say no
Walk our street any day you want

And I see you coming down that line
On the street, all alone at night
And I’ll find you if you’re losing your mind
And you can’t let go

No, I won’t let go
Hi hello
Hi hello

Christina Grimmie – Little Girl lyrics

[Verse 1]
Little girl, don’t you cry
Everything will be alright
Little girl, open your eyes
The sun will shine after tonight
Little girl, I got you
In my arms is nothing new
Come out of your shell
Listen to me tell you

[Chorus]
Little girl, I’m here to say
Don’t run away
Little girl, I know you’re scared
The things you bear
So let me tell you, you’re okay
That you’re in my arms to stay
Little girl

[Verse 2]
Little girl, wipe your tears
Darkness rain, don’t have to fear
Little girl, clear your mind
And think of my love this time
Did you say it’s no longer day
The night has fallen, lost your way
Little girl, the moon is gone
The sky is late with dawn

[Chorus]
Little girl, I’m here to say
Don’t run away
Little girl, I know you’re scared
The things you bear
So let me tell you, you’re okay
That you’re in my arms to stay

[Bridge]
The walls I built protect me for only so long
Hope I’m upheld
You tell me I’m strong

[Chorus]
Little girl, I’m here to say
Don’t run away
Little girl, I know you’re scared
The things you bear
So let me tell you, you’re okay
That you’re in my arms to stay

[Outro]
Yes, you are

Playboi Carti – R.I.P. Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 1]
Cop the Prada bitch, get one for the silt
Got that Prada bag, got one for my bitch
Lil boy hit like blitz
Lil boy this my bitch
Got me mad ass shit, so I slapped that bitch
I need hop in a coupe
Your bitch gone star at the clique
And I ain’t even fucking this thot
But your bitch got the star on the clique
All of my diamonds they flawless
All of my diamonds legit
All of these diamonds they popping
Hold up, Slatt, look like a boss
I get the dope, kilo
Yeah, come fuck with the boss
Smokin’ that gas, diesel
Yeah, smell like a boss
She throwin’ the bag like a freezer
Yeah, hit like a boss

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 2]
All my dogs, fight my dog, yeah, shootin’ my dog
Yeah, I want your thot, don’t want your bride, yeah
She all on my lot
Countin’ the nights, all in my ghosts, yeah
Head to the loft
I got his strap all on my dick, ain’t hittin’ it raw
I just let, ooh, Prada bag, ooh, holding the nine
I got a bitch, Rihanna bad, ooh
That bitch gotta body
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil’ off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil’ off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama
Off that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that hoe, [?] big ass booty bih

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

Playboi Carti – Home (KOD) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 1]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don’t wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
Changin’ mood swings, you got me on those
We gettin’ back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it’s a fact though
You like the cash girl, you helped the cash grow
You drivin’ Lambos, with some leg room
Girl, I’m waiting on you, bring that bag home (ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 2]
She don’t play with bitches, she don’t play with hoes
Yeah she wit the shit, she might kill a hoe
Get this hit by Carti?, Yeah my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami, on a fuckin’ boat
With some ball players she left them niggas broke
She said “text my phone”, Tell me I’m alone
I respond back, “When you comin’ home?”
She respond back, “I was in my zone”
The money counter on, the money counter on
Hold up, what you talkin’ bout, come here
Girl I’m waitin’ on you
Bring that bag home

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

Playboi Carti – Lean 4 Real Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Run it up, yeah, yeah
Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, yeah, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Two nights in a coupe, yeah, yeah, silly bih, let’s scoop
Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool
Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo
Oh yeah, all that money take your loot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded yeah got it out the top
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Trust, trust
Know I can’t dap you up
Yeah, you super sus
Better get used to us, had to go Super Saiyan
Had to go bird’s eye view
You’s a computer game
GTA, look at us run the streets
Give us this fuckin’ food
This is a fuckin’ feast
Man, I ain’t throwing peace
I just throw up the V
Drinks spillin’ on my shoe
Lean spillin’ on my seats
Niggas is talkin’ greazy
Please, freeze

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Outro: IndigoChildRick]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Playboi Carti – Old Money Lyrics

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

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe
Old swag, new flow
Old swag, new flow (flow flow)
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money new flow (flow what)

[Verse 1]
Bad bitch, love the pole (what)
Sip the four, Actavis (woah)
Sip it slow, kickin’ shit (lean, woah)
Oh Pi’erre, come in here
Got some hoes they upstairs
I need two hoes, I need two pairs (what? What?)
My chain too cold, chandelier
Pretty boy, huh, manicure
You need a code just to come in here (oh)
Only 21 feel like a bachelor (Playboi)
Pretty bitch, baddest thing in here (uh)

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe

[Verse 2]
Ooh ooh, damn I feel my self
Left my bitch at home (Playboi), told her fuck herself
Did it on my own (huh), made it by myself (Playboi)
And I keep a tec, boy I keep the stare
Leave a nigga wet, boy I got the well
Grab it off the shelf (huh, Playboi, Playboi)
She said she need a pair, spend it on myself (cash)
Got like three phones (phones), Apple not a pear
Got like three hoes (brrr), I do not compare
In the trap we selling crack come here (huh)
Momma shed a tear (ooh)
In the trap we cookin’ up a meal (ooh)
Cookies in the shelf
My diamonds target self, like I’m Michael Phelps

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe

Playboi Carti – Mileage Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yea, let’s get it
Bitch, brr

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ohh, Miley Cyrus
Ohh Yeah, Miley, Miley
Ohh Yeah, Miley Cyrus
Ohh, Miley, Miley
Wings where
Ohh yea, Kylie, Kylie
Ohh yea, Calabasas
Ohh yea, Kendall, Kylie
Adidas deal
Ohh, shoutout Kanye
Crazy girls, every Friday

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Malibu, that’s casual
Got the Michael Duke
Fit you with grab the tool
I’m with them animals
It’s a real nigga, annual
Your hoe on automatic, put her on manual
She can’t handle me, handle me and Betty Boop
You’re lookin’ for me, I’m on Saks Fifth Avenue
I just went and bought me some flashbangs
You can disappear, disrespectin’ that gang
Choppa go, ratata
You talkin’ rarara
She got more mileage than a car-haha
And she just pull up to the spot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage