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Casey Veggies – Mirror On The Wall lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo check this out, this how this shit gon’ work
I’ma do me and you gon’ do you, you know what I’m saying
It ain’t that hard, it ain’t that complicated
Call me Young Casey Veggies
I ain’t gonna tell y’all niggas again
You know what I’m sayin, word

[Verse 1]
Fake fans, fake hoes
I’m sorry I don’t take those
We party then we lay low
She was dancing on me like J. Lo
When I walk up in the spot everybody excited
Young winners gonna run the world and your chick gon’ like it
Yeah fuck with a dreamer where the grass way greener
Let loose, take it easy
I know the life that you live make you meaner
It ain’t about it, you deserve it
But if your actions are worth it
You ever did it all night when I turn off the lights
Girl them actions are perfect
It’s something bout me though
I shine hard in the night time
They judge me for my flaws
But know nothing bout what’s inside
You wanted to learn about me though
You could probably search on a website
She know that I be watching her
I was popular in my other life
I see what a name get you
Take the focus off the main picture
They tried to box me in
So [?] switching
Meet me on the moon, I’m in a spaceship Coop
Been scratching at the surface tryna make shit through
Your best friend [?]
Your mind ain’t right if you ain’t fucking with the crew

[Hook]
Before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall
If it was up to me we’d already know who we are
You wasn’t here for me but I still answer when you call
Before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall
The mirror on the wall
If it was up to me we’d already know who we are
You wasn’t here for me but I still answer when you call
So before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall

[Bridge]
Yeah, it’s the mirror on the wall
People see me out and they show love and keep it going
And I wonder if it’s real
I can’t trust and I don’t know ’em
The truth lies beyond, everybody’s scared to show it

[Verse 2]
They telling me the cash is, I’m snatching that
I just spit them life rhymes and let them hoes imagine that
She seen me at the show, said she love how I’m so passionate
You got that kind of swagger shit
You the type of nigga I’d let you hit
[?] the pussy down and stay legit
You remind me of the mirror on the wall
Look at me as the king of that
And tell me who the fliest young nigga of ’em all
Diamonds in my ear
And baby my future like a crystal ball
Switching stereotypes up
Cause I always been against the odds
I got faith in the mirror on the wall
Got a whip in my garage and my mind is a god
And it grow to the sky so I know I’m too fly
Don’t lose hope, don’t stop trying
Close that door, girl we vibing

[Hook]
Before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall
If it was up to me we’d already know who we are
You wasn’t here for me but I still answer when you call
Before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall
The mirror on the wall
If it was up to me we’d already know who we are
You wasn’t here for me but I still answer when you call
So before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall

A$AP Ferg – Moon River (feat. Elle Fanning) lyrics

[Intro: Elle Fanning]
Moon river
Wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style
Someday
Oh dream maker

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg & (Elle Fanning)]
I ain’t window shopping today
(Heartbreaker)
I got a feeling today
Uh, yeah
How you feeling?
Ferg in the building
Tiffany grills with the all gold filling
[?] I’ma stack it to the ceiling
Only do it for the children
Teach you how to make a million, ayy
Tiffany for the breakfast
[?] what a plate for the necklace
(Dream maker, you heartbreaker)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
*Down*
Moo-moo-moo-moon river wrist
T-Square ring
Room full of glis
Blue give me kiss
In a pool full of Cris
Canary on a finger
(Moon river)
Don’t drool on my drip
How you feeling?
*Hey*
I’m feeling great
(Dream maker)
Got Elle on a block on a crate
I tell them bring all my jewels to the PJ
Believe in love and your dreams will come easy
Easy, easy, easy

[Outro: Elle Fanning]
My Huckleberry friend
Moon river and me

Rae Sremmurd – Up In My Cocina lyrics

[Intro]
EarDrummers

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Yeah, ice everything, I need a figure skater
Eating five-star meals, tipping waiters
PJ, skip commercial flights, that’s no delaying
I had too many guests, my neighbors start complaining
Sun beaming, my chains jingling, I’m chinky (chink)
Bitch so pink, broke hoes freak me
B.Y.O.B., can’t backwash in my drinks
Missed it if you blink, smell the purp, she wink
Bad bitches R.S.V.P
Yes, I gotta switch the swag four times a week (four times)
Mamma mia, I didn’t even see her
New six-seater, see ya, would not wanna be ya

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter?
Nothin’ but divas, up in my cocina
Grab up hands, switch hands, don’t just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The con man has other plans
Helipad, dizzy by the time I land
Helipad, I’m so done with first class

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
With a bag and a baddie like Selena
Mamma mia, cash flipping, tortilla
Through the path, to the stash where I post
I go via Sprinter or limousine-a
Get the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave ya
So much dough, we hopped in the pizzeria
It’s all good ’cause I’m smoking aloe vera
Next Top Model give me brain like Neutrogena
Don’t just tear up, won’t scream Ike and Tina
New Pagani and that big line greener
Through a smoke screen, they don’t even see us
Kick my feet up, if they bust down, hoe, just sleaze up
When we got up out that slump, the grass was greener
Girls cheerleading, when we score, they try to cheat us
Wife-beaters and I’m sippin’ Titos
Can’t you tell, that she was my niño

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
New moschino (check), I’ll take that on DeeBo (gimme that)
Golden boy, I’ll hop out like I’m CeeLo (yes!)
Pardon my ego (hey), they won’t jack my SteeLo (ain’t no way!)
Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let’s do it)
Say she fuck with the Sremms, she want G-Lo (woah)
Marshawn Lynch, bust a play, I’m in beast mode (beast mode, beast mode)
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame like Mick Jagger (yeah, yeah)
R.I.P them but bet, we still counting badges (faster)
Diamond rings on my finger, I’m a bachelor (I’m a bachelor)
College dropout, got the money, that’s my masters (fuck it, ayy)
Mamma mia (hey), tu eres bonita (woo, woo)
Nothing but divas (divas), up in my cocina (yeah, yeah)
Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo)
I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter?
Nothin’ but divas, up in my cocina
Grab up hands, switch hands, don’t just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The conman has other plans
Helipad, dizzy by the time I land
Helipad, I’m so done with first class

Rae Sremmurd – “42” lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Word
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
European size, that’s a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (yeah)
European bitch paying more than you
Young nigga hot, that’s scorching (I’m hot)
Walk in the store, that’s a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they eyes super glued (drop it)
Fuck the check up, that’s how we do

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
MILFs fucking with me like I’m 42 (hey)
Baby ass soft, that’s Gucci goo (ooh)
In the new Lou’, skip to my lou (yeah)
Whipping up checks like tofu (whip it)
Gone, but I’m back in a few (gone)
Plush carpet, got no shoes (shoes)
In a one-seater with no room
Do a donut, then swoop (skrrt)
Drop a nigga cash like, “Oops” (yeah)
Smoking on loud, go mute (smoke)
Eating my meals like stew
Making that bitch look cute (cute)
Picking these cars like fruit
Picking these girls like fruit
Super sweet for a spa day, and I wan’ fuck a masseuse
Me and my juvies, divvy it up with the juvies
The money a discus, just by the way that I threw it
VVS movin’
Sir, you better cool it (yeah)
Engine is vroomin’
In other words, bitch I’m zoomin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
European size, that’s a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (being cordial)
European bitch paying more than you (ayy)
Young nigga hot, that’s scorching (scorching)
Walk in the store, that’s a shoe sale (show sale)
And all my bitches get Chanel (ayy)
Drop the top and they eyes super glued
Fuck the check up, that’s how we do

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Ayy, ayy, European size bitch, 42 (42)
European move in a Bentley Coupe (Bentley Coupe)
And I’m gettin’ head like shampoo (shampoo)
Cop some ice, you can brag too (ayy)
My cash do the same thing the grass do (grass do)
If her ass got bounce, it’s a natural (it’s a natural)
Valentino boots, had to snag ’em (snag ’em)
I be throwin’ bands like a tantrum (tantrum)
Nigga so goofy, I’m laughin’ (ayy)
Might buy that watch with my back end (back end)
Leave out the mall with baggage (baggage)
Foreign car, stoppin’ up traffic
Ayy, I ain’t cappin’ (no cappin’)
Shoes with the hoes, that was back then (that was back then)
Rollin’ big blunts, not passin’ (we ain’t passin’)
Gotta keep a slut for the action (ayy, ayy, Jxm)
And I can’t let them squares in my circle (no squares)
Private plane and I don’t do commercial (commercial)
All my niggas gon’ get it, no turtles (no turtles)
Having kids with the money, I’m fertile (I’m fertile)
Roll me up a backwood of that purple (that purp’)
Got them Gucci shades on like I’m Urkel (I’m Urkel)
Got the European drip like I’m Virgil (ayy)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
European size, that’s a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (yeah)
European bitch paying more than you
Young nigga hot, that’s scorching (I’m hot)
Walk in the store, that’s a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they eyes super glued (drop it)
Fuck the check up, that’s how we do (ayy)

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
In the front seat, giving more juice
Send me that rum, not Grey Goose
Nigga, y’all lookin’ like sore losers
It’s a straight shot, oops, I mean straight shooter
I chief and I cough up a gasbag
Throw cash, I don’t care where it land at
Louis V lookin’ like grab bag
My pockets really stuffed, like jam-packed
I go continent to continent (yeah)
Got a bitch in every continent
I’ma buy the whole store, call it shop lift
Telemundo, they watchin’ it
Supa’ G’s for the lottery
It’s increasing our bottom end
Yeah, the boss niggas coppin’ it
Care less if it cost a bit
Lemme Tokyo Drift (drift)
Lemme six-gear shift
Bought my bitch a new Range Rover
And a big box of chocolate
Go pack up that old lifestyle
Baby, my life’s too wild
Fuckin’ that bitch for a while
Diamonds they hit like wow

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
European size, that’s a 42 (42)
Left from the scene being cordial (yeah)
European bitch paying more than you
Young nigga hot, that’s scorching (I’m hot)
Walk in the store, that’s a shoe sale (Swae)
And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel)
Drop the top and they eyes super glued (drop it)
Fuck the check up, that’s how we do

[Outro: Swae Lee]
That’s how we do
That’s how we do
European size, that’s a 42
European size, that’s a 42

Rae Sremmurd – Buckets (feat. Future) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Yeah, uh, Uncle Jxm
(Maserati)
Uh, Sremm born with it
When you come from the bottom then you gon’ spend it
Ear Drummers

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck it, ball (ayy)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (wasn’t born with it)
Fuck it, I’m ballin
Fuck it (ayy), I’m ballin’ (skrrt)
Fuck it, ball
Fuck it, I’m ballin’
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (ayy)
Fuck it

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
I just woke up this mornin’
On that bullshit, where the fuck am I goin’?
Gotta get some money, I ain’t even got one cent
How the fuck the nigga finna go and get a lunch meal?
All that’s on my mind is I gotta get a dollar, dollar, dollar (get it)
Hit up my partner Mike, we gotta get some guala (Mike with it)
Everywhere we go, man, we fuckin’ shit up (skrrt)
Passed her two cups, told her mix that shit up

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck it (Sremm life), ball (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (wasn’t born with it)
Fuck it, I’m ballin (yeah)
Fuck it (ayy), I’m ballin’
Fuck it

[Bridge: Slim Jxmmi]
I just get lost in these mothafuckin’ drugs (yeah)
I might just get lost inside of this drug (ah)
Don’t let me get lost inside of this cup (yeah)
Don’t let me get lost inside of this cup (Slim Jxmmi)

[Verse 2: Future]
Candy paint and some vogues on these ho niggas
Bitch, don’t come for me if I ain’t send you, I ain’t no ho, nigga
They done got back in their feelings, they some old niggas
They put up 28s on a Chevy, and it got drip on it
Got a little bit of Promethazine in that cup, I’m ’bout to sip on it
I turned a U-turn on Moreland, got that lift on it (skrrt, skrrt)
See back in 2003 when they wasn’t hip to me
I was sellin’ them breakdowns, tell the truth I was tryna live through it
They keep a liquor store on every damn corner
They hop up out the paddy wagon, run up on us
They tryna search us every day, we ain’t got nothin’ on us
I drink that lean every day like it’s a Corona

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck it, ball (ayy)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (wasn’t born with it)
Fuck it, I’m ballin
Fuck it (ayy), I’m ballin’ (skrrt)
Fuck it, ball
Fuck it, I’m ballin’
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (ayy)
Fuck it

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Cut down the net, Swae Lee put them points up (buckets)
Put them tens up (yeah), both hands, I slam dunk (woo)
What’s in my cup, that’s wonderful stuff (juice)
Nah, these ain’t drugs (huh?), but even if they was
I’d be focused on the prize (focused), Trey ball every time (yo)
Flex like exercise (hey), shot clock, never mind that
‘Cause we pull it at the perfect time (we pull it)
Ball like Porzingis, and your foot was on the line (you blew it)
Couple hundred, I’ll sign (sign)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Buckets, ballin’
Buckets (woo), I’m ballin’
Couple thousand, I’m ballin’ (woo)
In front of millions, I’m ballin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck it (Sremm life), ball (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (wasn’t born with it)
Fuck it, I’m ballin (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’
Fuck it, ball (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (ah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (Slim Jxmmi)
Fuck it

[Outro: Future & Slim Jxmmi]
Post up, post up, post up
Blow up, roll up, roll up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Hol’ up
Post up, post up, post up
Post up, post up, post up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Post up, post up, hol’ up, post up, hol’ up, post up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, post up
Wasn’t born with it
Post up, post up, post up

Rae Sremmurd – CLOSE (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
30, you a fool for this one
Oh, C-L-O-S-E
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
One rope in the chain, yeah, lightin’ propane, yeah
Dousin’ the flame, yeah, bounce for some change, yeah
Gang can’t be tamed, yeah, ice in our veins, yeah
Somethin’ feels strange, this cup is dangerous
Somethin’ ain’t right, dawg (yeah), we in too easy (yeah)
Been here all night, dawg, really, I’m tweakin’, yeah (it’s lit)
Lookin’ to pipe some, ass in the party, look like a pageant (pop it)
If we gon’ fight some, beat it and dash it, lawyer do magic (alright)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Love right up my avenue (ooh) but that’s just not up my avenue (no)
You cried and said, “Look what you made me do” (you made me do)
It’s not my fault that I don’t wanna end up screwed (ooh)
And everything I’m tryna say, you beat me to it (to it)
And all the ups and all the downs, we have been through it (through it)
Now you’re C-L-O-S-E (you’re too close), you’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
C-L-O-S-E (it’s ruined)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
C-L-O-S-E to me (it’s ruined)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe?
C-L-O-S-E
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (yeah, C-L-O-S-E)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (yeah) (Jxm, ayy)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
You know I’m a dog and I can’t control it (dog)
Wanna settle someday but not at the moment (wanna settle someday)
I’ma stack up the cake like Obama told me (gotta stack up the cake)
Niggas smile in your face and they’re not your homie (too close)
Makin’ me claustrophobic (claustrophobic), bust down the AP and wet the Rollie (bust it down)
Stop callin’ me “brother,” you barely know me (I’m not your bro)
Don’t tell me you love me, you gotta show me (don’t tell me you love me)
I’m so anti (Jxm), gotta get paid to go outside (woo)
Blowin’ on the strong like “How High” (blowin’ on strong)
Haters still watch from the sideline (haters still watchin’)
Sremm and La Flame on the incline (incline)
Mixin’ up brands, it’s drip time (drip)
Stuck to the plan, had to get mine (get mine)
Stayed down and it paid off big time

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
C-L-O-S-E (ooh)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you know)
C-L-O-S-E to me (you made me do)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe? (Ooh)
C-L-O-S-E (through it)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (through it)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re too close)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (you’re so close)

Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt!)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem (hey)
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’ (yeah)
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’ (brrr, brrr)
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t window shoppin’ (yeah)
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game (game)
Bubble Gum OG, I’m smokin’ on a different strain (woo)
Niggas stealin’ sauce, they need to stay up in their lane (lane)
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change (Sremm)
Put you boys to shame (shame on you)
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame (shame on you)
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne (yeah, yeah)
Say my name (Jxm)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain (skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
All these, hundreds got me siftin’ (yea, yeah)
G35, needs a liftkit (yeah)
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a pig pen
Leave your chick within five feet of me, wouldn’t risk it (woo, risk)
Niggas cannot stop me, told ’em just to face it (brrrp)
Aston sittin’ low (lower), damn I scraped it (hey)
She like, “Spread your wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus” (woo)
I’m like, “I might go and take the spot, because of negligence” (yeah)
Oh, barricades ain’t holdin’ me (ayy)
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Last night had bitches bogin’ me, like they go at me?
Took off on these niggas, caught a JetStream (yeah)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt) (yeah)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah) (yeah)

Rae Sremmurd – Rock N Roll Hall Of Fame lyrics

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Whip so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah)
No more talk, we’re kicking down the doors
I wouldn’t trade this life for anything, it wouldn’t be the same (same)
Everybody saw me taking off (taking off)
Fuckin’ what they say, party hard (party hard)
Everyone around me is rock ‘n roll hall of fame

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
We’re the ones in charge now, who are y’all?
Looking at this chick like, ‘Where we goin’?’
If you’re not a ten, you can never get in my car
Jumpin out the cab, tell em let my hand go (woo)
Diamonds everywhere and they dance like disco
Rubber bands pop, that’s how I let my cash go
Need a wristband, bad bitch at my shows
Standing on the stage like Axl Rose
If you can see my eyes, then you’re way too close
Baby, I’m the one that had a scandal
I don’t play the bass but I keep the band goin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Whip so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah)
No more talk, we’re kicking down the doors
I wouldn’t trade this life for anything, it wouldn’t be the same (same, yeah)
Everybody saw me taking off (taking off)
Fuckin’ what they say, party hard (party hard)
Everyone around me is rock ‘n roll hall of fame (rock ‘n roll hall of fame)

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
I don’t need a Wraith to see the stars
I look into the mirror, there they are
No, I’m not Shawn Michaels but I’m breaking hearts
And the way I’m living, it’s so Rated R
Everyone ’round me fillin’ up they cup
Smile for the camera, middle finger up
Look at my mouth and you gon’ see a blunt
I might be leanin’ like I need a crutch
If he a hater, I’ma let him hate
But if the energy negative I stay away
25/8 I be up for the cake
25/8 I be up, boy
We takin’ trips over the border
I got two girls in my bed and they bored
I’m feelin’ pain, I don’t know how to show it
Put on my chain and it feel like it’s snowing
Ear Drummer Records, we the bang
Keep a lil’ hit on the charts and they know it

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Whip so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah)
No more talk, we’re kicking down the doors
I wouldn’t trade this life for anything, it wouldn’t be the same (same)
Everybody saw me taking off (taking off)
Fuckin’ what they say, party hard (party hard)
Everyone around me is rock ‘n roll hall of fame

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Road rage in the Lamb’ like a Dodge Durango
Three chains on, yeah, goin’ Django
Ten days on the road, two days in the same clothes
Party so hard, I’m immune to hangovers
Hardy Boy, on God, jumpin’ off the top rope
Me, I showboat, them, they do the utmost
Love her then I’m gone, I’m a rolling stone
Flexin’ what I have, young nigga macho

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
Jumpin out the cab, tell ’em let my hand go
Diamonds everywhere and they dance like disco
Rubber bands pop, that’s how I let my cash go
Need a wristband, bad bitch at my shows

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Whip so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah)
No more talk, we’re kicking down the doors
I wouldn’t trade this life for anything, it wouldn’t be the same (same)
Everybody saw me taking off (taking off)
Fuckin’ what they say, party hard (party hard)
Everyone around me is rock ‘n roll hall of fame

Rae Sremmurd – T’d Up lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Controls
EarDrummers
Chopsquad
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I’m T’d up (damn, ayy)
I didn’t see no speedbump (stop playin’, yo, ayy)
I T’d off (hit it, yeah)
Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey)
They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off)
They ticked off (my bad, woo)
We T’d up (T’d up, no)
I T’d up (woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
I’m so fresh I need a fuckin’ lint brush
I don’t want the truck if it ain’t lifted up
Drink so fast, I just done got the hiccups (hic, hic, hic)
Took her shoppin’, she think I’m the shoe plug
Come back from the dead, I feel like Frankenstein
Five chains on my neck and they got hangtime (yeah, yeah)
Niggas rap, but they don’t even stay around
Rollin’ weed and baby, yes, I hang glide
Bring in them hundreds, end of discussion (crush it)
Bad chick blushin’, turbo bustin’ (giddy up, giddy up)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I’m T’d up (damn)
I didn’t see no speedbump (stop playin’, yo, ayy)
I T’d off (hit it, yeah)
Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey)
They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off)
They ticked off (my bad, woo)
We T’d up (T’d up, no, ayy)
I T’d up (woo, woo, ayy, woo)

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Snakes on me, I’m G’d (G’d), in every way, I’m T’d
These girls comin’ in teams, we drinkin’ CÎROC, not lean (not lean)
Young niggas so hot like steam, can’t go out sad, not me (not me)
Colorblind, I’m seein’ blue-green, blue-green? Blue-green (green)
Blue flame and I tip like kings (like kings)
Car got wings, car got speed (got speed)
Roll up by the P, I’m T’d (I’m T’d)
EarDrummers, one time, what it do?
Dripset, O.D (O.D), gimme room like a nigga obese (obese)
I’m iced up, 1017 (yeah), M.O.B. need M.O.E
Big boss, Bruce Lee, aye, Jxmmi (Jxmmi)
T’d up like a nigga ten feet
T’d up, I ain’t never on E (the hits)
Young nigga out the S-S-I-P (SIP)
Yeah countin’ money, not sheep (no sleep)
Took off and the paint KD (yeah), now clap for the M.V.P
(Sremm, Sremm)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I’m T’d up (damn)
I didn’t see no speedbump (stop playin’, yo, ayy)
I T’d off (hit it, yeah)
Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey)
They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off)
They ticked off (my bad, woo)
We T’d up (T’d up, no)
I T’d up (woo, woo)

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Overachiever, had to let my seat up
Had to tell that girl that it was a one on one
In the spot, she on the bus
At the bank, I’m in a rush
And she followin’ me, I’m like no wonder
We should hop off choppers since we got sleeved up
Both my arms, they freeze cuts (freeze cuts)
Late night and it’s gettin’ so uncut
These girls, they don’t tease us
I let the cash go
I leave a wet floor
I’m in the end zone
Still a no flex zone (flex zone)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I’m T’d up (damn, yeah)
I didn’t see no speedbump (stop playin’, yo, ayy)
I T’d off (hit it, yeah)
Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey)
They-they ticked off (they mad, yeah, ticked off)
They ticked off (my bad, yeah, woo)
We T’d up (T’d up, no)
I T’d up (yeah, woo, woo)

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Yeah
Yeah

Swae Lee – What’s In Your Heart? lyrics

[Intro]
What’s in these drinks I spilled?
Baby, don’t tell me no lie
I don’t have time for this
Drinkin’ this, pourin’ your soul out

[Chorus]
What’s in this cup for real? (For real?)
What’s in this cup for real? (For real?)
Was this chick for real? (For real?)
Was this bitch for real?
What’s in your heart, for real? (For real?)
What’s in your heart, for real? (For real?)
What’s in your heart, for real? (Is in your heart for real)
What’s in your heart, for real? (Is in your heart for real)
(what’s in your, what’s in your )

[Verse]
I’m gonna pass this time I wouldn’t want you to find (find)
I left the house last night
‘Cause there was too many vibes (too many vibes)
Drivin’ me while she wild, I cannot steer (cannot steer)
Baby wanna come be near (be near)
Drivin’ me while I cannot steer (cannot steer)
Baby wanna come near (come near)
But my eyes criss and cross and I’m already gone
And it’s not hard to see (to see)
Plus that over-the-counter was put to good use
Yeah, that’s just what I did
I could tell she ready when she came up out her shirt
And she laid up on me
Do what you feel and I feel what you say
And I see what you mean

[Chorus]
What’s in this cup for real?
What’s in this cup for real?
Was this chick for real?
Was this bitch for real?
What’s in your heart, for real?
What’s in your heart, for real?
What’s in your heart, for real?
What’s in your heart, for real?

[Bridge]
I already told you, you already froze up
I am really frozen
I already told you, I already rolled up
What’s in your heart, for real?
What’s in your heart, for real?
What’s in your heart, for real?
What’s in your heart, for real?

[Outro]
What’s in these drinks I spilled? (What’s in these drinks I spilled?)
Baby, don’t tell me no lie (Baby, don’t tell me no lie)
I don’t have time for this (I don’t have time for this)
Drinkin’ this, pourin’ your soul out
(Drinkin’ this, pourin’ your soul out)
What’s in these drinks I spilled? (What’s in these drinks I spilled? )
Baby, don’t tell me no lie (Baby, don’t tell me no lie)
I don’t have time for this (I don’t have time for this)
Drinkin’ this, pourin’ your soul out
(Drinkin’ this, pourin’ your soul out)

Swae Lee – Heartbreak In Encino Hills lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh
I’m the one that won’t know how it feels
How it feels

[Chorus]
I’m the one that won’t know how feels
But I think we both know how it feels
Gotta make it so hot like fire drills (ayy)
And took a ride ’cause I spent cash on them wheels

[Verse]
Go get your bag, girl, I’m not the third wheel
You’re still a bad girl after all these years
Yo, didn’t I give you the NyQuil?
So you’re on home base and I’ma steal
I picked you up, your chest like the Man of Steel
I might just save that girl like the Man of Steel
I might just pull up on stainless steel
Don’t gotta question, ’cause I know she will
Only someone involved can stay the night until (ooh)
But I think we both know how it feels (ooh, yeah)
This morning when we took shots and cheered
You just realized that you had somethin’ real (ooh)
But I’m the one that don’t know how to deal
I’ma a-a-always seal the deal
I’ma womp, womp, womp then seal the deal
With them diamonds that you can see from here
If they aren’t A-list, just leave ’em there
‘Cause you’ll be hearing about us everywhere
When the squad roll up, they couldn’t help but stare
Ayy, I’ma just sit that there
She got a ass, she gon’ just sit it right there
I like a bad bitch when she long hair, no care
I won’t ever go on no cab
I said, “You wanna take a shot?,” she said, “Heck yeah”
Other niggas over there disrespect, yeah
I say, “You tryna be down?,” she said, “Heck yeah”
Off the drink, baby, I’m a wreck, yeah
In the backseat, when I get the neck, yeah
Got me runnin’ to you for some sex, yeah
But for one night, don’t know how to feel
About a heartbreak story in Encino Hills

[Chorus]
I’m the one that won’t know how feels
But I think we both know how it feels
Gotta make it so hot like fire drills
And took a ride ’cause I spent cash on them wheels
Go get your bag, girl, I’m not the third wheel

Swae Lee – Heat Of The Moment lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
Hey
Chopsquad
Ooh
In the heat of the moment, I know I can…
Yeah
DJ the beast on this banger!

[Chorus]
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself

[Verse 1]
It’s no suggestion comin’ from me
I’m just somebody that cares
And you can front like you don’t feel me
You most definitely care
And if there’s some kinda hold on your love or your heart
Then baby, why lie?
You’re killin’ me like a homicide
Needing more excitement for your double life
Here’s the drugs for your sore eyes
From friends that are hard to come by
Let’s just hope that my phones don’t die
So you can reach me
I know I’m changin’ for sure
Lay in the lowest of love
And you saw me transform
And there was no cure

[Chorus]
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself

[Verse 2]
I wonder sometimes, if the one that’s passed me by
I wonder sometimes, if somebody’s lovin’ you right
Table’s turned all of a sudden
Riding by my side, like on a trollie
Father, God, they want my money
Heart on fire, they never could crush it
Twisting up my dialogue
Sorry, but I’m wide-wide eye buggin’
Something else you need from me
But would you even take a bullet?
Let me buy your time
Even though I wiped off your kiss
And I shouldn’t say too much
Becaue it’s what I do, that really sinks in

[Chorus]
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment I know I can trust myself
In the heat of the moment, in the heat of the moment
In the heat of the moment, I can count on myself

Swae Lee – Lost Angels lyrics

[Verse 1]
Winter’s over, let the sun in
Wife-beater on me, let’s pour the rum
Wife-beater on me, I’ll take you on
I’m the closest and you’re shinin’ like a summer solstice
Everyone’s tryna figure you out
On the patio and we’re just strung out
And I know what you’re into
Fortune tellers couldn’t tell you what to do
If I seem like I’m bad news

[Chorus]
Then hide from me, girl
I want a good girl, and you fit the criteria
I’m fuckin’ takin’ you serious
Hide from me, girl (hide from me, girl)
In love, no typical love
I’m a smokin’ gun and I’m still on the run

[Verse 2]
Tan Jeep out front with the Rollie on
Nine deep and we’ve been away from home too long
I’ma make your bitch choose
Five liters in the cooler
Five liters in the cooler
You can pose with your poodle
Drive fast in your new car
Drive fast in your new car
I’ma give you that bling
Kiss the big face that I love dearly
That nigga ain’t near as cool as me
Hate with all your might, I’m coolin’, b
And I’m sure you’ve never had this experience before
Helicopter on the roof, let’s soar
And I’m out on the west like Schwartz
Niggas fuckin’ up the golf course
So that’s what rich niggas are doin’ these days
Yeah we get money like 10, 12 ways
And on a restless night
She gon’ take me where I need to go
In the backseat of the Maybach, where we used to get on
And you want real love
One that’ll make you feel like you just woke up

[Chorus]
I think you better hide from me, girl
I want a good girl, and you fit the criteria
I’m fuckin’ takin’ you serious
Hide from me, girl (hide from me, girl)
In love, no typical love
I’m a smokin’ gun and I’m still on the run

Swae Lee – Red Wine lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don’t you run away (hol’ up)
I caught you on a wave (yeah)
I’m not tryna follow the blind
And you not tryna be left behind
It takes more than two shots (ooh)
To wipe my memory clean
And I was bustin’ in blocks
Just to hear you sing (oh, oh, oh, girl)

[Chorus]
Good girl (hey)
I’ll see you in the daytime
I’m just too lit for white wine (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Good girl (hey)
I’ll see you in the daytime
I’m just too lit for red wine (lit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (uh huh)

[Verse 2]
You wanted to go down in this place
This good gas has me in a good space
Between the money and the women, I wake up still in a daze
Daze, daze
No roleplay
Can’t roleplay
Oh, yeah
Enjoy your trip
Just be you and I’ll be all that I can be
This love got you borderline crazy
I crashed on your shore, oh
And now let’s move forward

Swae Lee – Touchscreen Navigation lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah)
Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination
If you can’t get over me, it’s because the good vibrations
50 large in my pants like what? (Hey) Like what’s the occasion?

[Verse]
Just dunked a girl in the pool
There’s plenty room in my SUV when I’m on the avenue
Rich bitch, I’m on to you
If it’s mine, it ain’t up for grabs
I make ’em pay me in cash
If the last didn’t last
It’s ’cause they didn’t love you like they should have
So I’ll get you from the train station
Know you don’t mind, so I’ll have the tree waitin’
If it’s on my mind then it’s on yours too
I’ll make the first move and I guarantee you’ll call me back, yeah
Cupid got a bounty on me (on me)
Trouble done found you
Banded up ’cause you’re callin’ (ooh)
Banded up ’cause you’re callin’ (yeah)
And I was homesick these past Februaries
Runnin’ around hopin’ payback was sweet
Money up, now we really flexin’
I take it out of park like

[Chorus]
Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah)
Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination
If you can’t get over me, it’s because the good vibrations
50 large in my pants like, what? (Hey) Like what’s the occasion?

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah)
Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination
If you can’t get over me, it’s because the good vibrations
50 large in my pants like, what? (Hey) Like what’s the occasion?

DJ Khaled – Top Off (feat. JAY-Z, Future & Beyoncé) lyrics

[Intro: JAY-Z & DJ Khaled]
Ah, all that shit real too, ahhhh
I ain’t gon’ stop
I see the…
I’m ain’t gon’ stop
I’m ain’t… haha
We The Best Music

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
Another one
I took the top off the Maybach, I took the top off
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, oh
I took the top off the Maybach, ah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah

[Refrain: Future & JAY-Z]
I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain’t gon’ stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, I ain’t gon’ stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain’t gon’ stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, fuck these cops (rrt, rrt)

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
V12, see ya, 12 (bye)
I do the whole dash with no seatbelt
Screamin’, “Free my nigga, Meek Mill”
Niggas can’t wheelie in this free world
Meanwhile Georgie Porgie sinnin’ and sendin’ me threats
Save your breath, you couldn’t beat a flight of steps
Try that shit with a grown man
I’ll kill that fuckboy with my own hand
And hop back in the coupe (woo, woo)
Let’s go back to the mud, I’ll hop right out the suit
Save all that woopty woop
Let’s let the money talk, let the Uzi shoot
No jewels in this Patek Philippe
It’s complicated, three million apiece
Sheesh, that’s how we do time
Dujac by the mag, that’s how we do wine
$91,000 for a wine bill
Keep it real with you, that was Juan’s bill
My whole team ball
Everybody’s a star but the team ball
’61 with the thing off
Me and Blue havin’ a sing off
That’s a raspberry beret
The kind you find in a second-hand store
That’s a vintage piece
Kind that make haters kiss their teeth, you can’t buy this new
I had the ‘Bach-bach-bach you know how I do
Two-tone with the powder blue (woo)
Realest shit to come out the stu’
Khaled is valid, every word is true
What these niggas gon’ do without us, dude?

[Chorus: Future]
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach, rrt
I, I took the top off my Maybach, nigga
I took the top off my Maybach

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
I chopped the top off in Otis
Ridin’ ’round town with the FLOTUS
1.5 for the Landaulet
Bey, put these fuckboys on notice (fuckboys on notice)

[Verse 3: Beyoncé]
I’m the only lady here, still the realest nigga in the room
I break the internet, top two and I ain’t number two
My body, my ice, my cash, all real, I’m a triple threat
Fuck it up and then leave, come back, fuck it up and leave again
Top off the coupe and it look like Freaknik
In the hood, hollerin’, “Free Meek”
Two deep, it’s just me and JAY
Just posted in them courtside seats
Woo! I’m like “hol’ up”
Woo! I might roll up
If they’re tryna party with the queen
They gon’ have to sign a non-disclosure, ayy

[Chorus: Beyoncé & Future]
I took the top off the Maybach, yeah
I took the top off the Maybach (ain’t gon’ stop)
I took the top off the Maybach (rah)
I took the top off the Maybach (woo, woo)
Ayy, I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off of my Maybach, bitch
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach
I took the top off the Maybach

[Bridge: Future]
Ooh-ooh, ooh, it’s glittery, glittery
Ooh-ooh, it’s pricy, pricy
Ooh-ooh, 1.5
Ooh-ooh, I’m hyphy, I’m hyphy

[Refrain: Future]
I hear the po-po behind me, woo, ain’t gon’ stop (rrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain’t gon’ stop (skrrt, skrrt)
I see the po-po behind me, rrt, ain’t gon’ stop (rrt, skrrt)
I dropped the top off the Maybach, rrt, fuck these cops (rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)

[Outro: DJ Khaled & Future]
We The Best Music
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off
Roc Nation
I took the top off, I took the top off
I took the top off, I took the top off, ooh-ooh

Hannibal Abdullah-El – Gangster Fairytales lyrics

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Verse: 1

I can tell ya kind
Delusions from tv on ya mind
Eatin’ swine
Sippin on cheap wine,
Ya ass crack showin
Thats why we far behind
Its cool
Thats why im hear
To raise the deaf, dumb and blind,
You think your handsome
Get kidnapped
Held for ransom,
You ya wife, momma, daughter, grandparents and grandson,
Ever heard the sound of automatic gunfire?
Seen a life expire?
Or somebody beat with barbwire?,
Weirdo,
Who wanna be a hero
Probably shit on ya self
If you seen a whole kilo,
Armchair revolutionaries
Act hard but scary
I’ll cast the first stone
Nobody has to dare me,
Are you a man or a mouse
Im looking for soldiers
Like that cat
Who started dumpin on the White House,
Are you a man or a mouse
Im looking for soldiers
Like that cat
Who started dumpin on the White House,
That’s gangster

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Verse: 2

Watching videos
Don’t get caught up in the glamour and glitz
Fat rides
Half naked women and tight spits
I prefer to drop science
Create a tight alliance
Change the system from within
Sort of a silent defiance
On this world wide monopoly
From here to Tripoli
Ain’t no stopping me im free
Not state property
Slanging yo asshole and lyrics
Like commodities
No tellin’ on myslef on a record
Thats an atrocity
Like a bumblebee
Only stinging when attacked
Counter attack
To yo head, legs, arms and back
Ranaway so fast people thought you ran track
Mess with me you’d rather smoke crack
Or jump in needle haystacks
Thats gangsta!

Verse: 3

On my way to school
I dodged murder plots
Crooked cops
Never knew my moms
The streets were my pops,
Use to get called a nerd
Didn’t faze me
Cuz some knew in my pocket
That I packed a .380,
Calm before a storm
Like a soldier in Vietnam
Ready to set it off
And get it on,
Fudge packers
Black crackers
Back packers
And bisexual B-Boys
Need to be sued for malpractice,
Giving no repreive
Keeping tricks up my sleeve
Slaying Adam and Steve
Who hate Adam and Eve,
It gets scary to them
They can not stop us
On warships, submarines,
Planes, tanks and helicopters,
Think what would happen
If we said sam i quit
Working for you
By the way this is our shit,
Like corporate takeovers
Give em a makeover,
Get bush drunk
Put em’ on house arrest
Then beat him till he sober,
Daz gangster!

Chorus:

Gangster,
Gangster Fairytales
You meet us
Ya greet us
You see us everyday
We natural born leaders

Death Grips – Streaky lyrics

[Intro]
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky, yeah

[Hook]
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my

[Post-Hook]
Don’t throw it on the ground, yuh
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dreamtime announced
Don’t leave your shit around, what
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Booty on the outside

[Verse 1]
Can’t double back, double stack, triple stack, jetpack
Low crack, low sale, grand prize, pay ’em gram, can’t lag
Might pay to feed that, speed gap (oh my)
Lost highway, speed neck, seek Jane
On deck with no grease trap
High stake that, one-take track, can’t fake that
Cut it back, go back, back, take that

[Hook]
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside

[Verse 2]
Keratin on pants dried, good to paraglide, blare a fie
Surfin’ through a tail pipe
Stick shift stun drive, turn on a tail light, sail like
Learn you how to dead right
Bounce with no downside, down for that joyride
Ghostride, bouta do a no rod, low ride, grip it like a cheetah fly
Bonafide creeper type

[Hook]
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Southside, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)

[Post-Hook]
Don’t throw it on the ground, yuh
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Don’t leave your shit around, what
Take me to the bank, certified amount
How I heard about, she’s a walkabout
Dream time announced
Streaky on the outside

[Bridge]
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Booty on the outside
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Streaky
Streaky, streaky, streaky
Booty on the outside

[Hook]
Flag full of backslide, bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Streaky on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Streaky on the outside, stand by, dealer hold a franchise
Bye-bye, do me ’cause it sounds tight
Booty on the outside, oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh), oh my (yuh)
Booty on the outside

Slim Jxmmi – Anti-Social Smokers Club (feat. Zoë Kravitz) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Slim Jxmmi
Ear Drummers

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, straight up out a fuckin’ dream (yeah)
Michael Jordan with the rings (rings)
Louis to my fuckin’ sleeves (agh)
Bitch, you see who bustin’ cheese (agh)
Come and hit this fuckin’ weed (come here)
Live, ride, smoke, luxury (woo)
Swear this shit ain’t nothin’ to me (ain’t nothin’)
Blowin’ money fun to me (look)
What this money done to me?
All these motherfuckin’ haters
I’ma give ’em somethin’ to see (show ’em how)
All this motherfuckin’ paper, I’ma spend it how I please (blow it)
50K on some jewelry, I got chains, I got rings (yeah)
I got chains, I got rings (yeah)
I got chains, I got rings (woah)
Damn, that young nigga fleek (yeah)
Dirty Timbs, Nudie jeans (ugh)
Hundreds bustin’ through the seams (ugh)
Man, these niggas losin’ steam
LV’s all over me (yeah)
You know who the fuck it be (Slim Jxmmi)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Bitch, you see this money that we spendin’, it ain’t counterfeit (ain’t counterfeit)
Them niggas can’t get in the buildin’, they ain’t on the list (ain’t on the list)
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin’ with the clique (what, what)
We came to get it poppin’, tell me if you with the shit (you with the shit)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (Zoë Krav, yeah)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with

[Verse 2: Zoë Kravitz]
They done fucked up and let me bring all this tree in here (who let me?)
Who the fuck gon help me smoke up all this reefer here? (What, what)
All you smell is Backwoods and Swisher Sweets in here (coo, coo)
Keep them bottles poppin’, bitches tryna drink in here (it’s lit, hey)
I’m in space, what’s in my cup, might be that dirty drank (dirty drank)
Spending paper in the club, who tryna break the bank? (Bust it)
Nigga say he with the crew, but no the fuck you ain’t (fuck you ain’t)
I can see it in your eyes that you a fuckin’ snake (you a snake)
Killin’ haters with success, I’m drippin’ like a lake (drip,drip, drip)
Ayo D, I got that guap that make them bitches shake (shake, shake, shake)
See me in that drop, they hyperventilate
That’s why your boyfriend wanna take me on a dinner date

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & (Zoë Kravitz)]
Uh, bitch, you see this money that we spendin’, it ain’t counterfeit (ain’t counterfeit)
Them niggas can’t get in the buildin’, they ain’t on the list (ain’t on the list)
Just know you with some bosses if you fuckin’ with the clique (what, what?)
We came to get it poppin’, tell me if you with the shit
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas cannot smoke with us, it’s over with (over with)
No these niggas did not come with us, it’s over with (over with)

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck (feat. Rae Sremmurd) lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Jxm

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ for me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (woah)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (woah)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a mothafuckin’ prodigy (Jxm)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ spree (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

Slim Jxmmi – Chanel (feat. Swae Lee & Pharrell) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the “B” is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, “Y’all copy, un-needly” (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, “You’re bitin'”, you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Slim Jxmmi – Cap (feat. Trouble) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Ear Drummers
30, you a fool for this one
Jxm, yeah

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (woo)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, ayy)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck the Instagram ’cause all these bitches be photoshoppin’ (yeah)
Catch me in SoHo shoppin’ (shop), maybe with your hoe thottin’ (thot)
Broke nigga talking that nonsense (fuckboy), we ain’t got nothin’ in common (no)
Rich nigga still eat ramen (rich) and I’m so hot like Austin (hot)
And I’m so smart like Carlton (ugh), blowin’ purp at the Ritz Carlton
Backwoods make me nauseous, new niggas make me cautious (Jxm)
I’m a young nigga I’m saucy (me), you a broke nigga you salty (you)
All of your diamonds look faulty (lookin’), all of my diamonds look glossy

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Trouble]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (huh, wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (yeah, they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

[Verse 2: Trouble]
I hear all the chitter-chatter, pay no mind I just fill my blunt up (yeah, yeah)
Where they at where your bitches gather in my hood then we hit ’em after (yeah, smash)
So do me a favor, keep all the gossip on ten, you help me get poppin’ I’m in
In, just like the perps, know you likable, get too close, diamonds might fuck round and bite ’em
Kept me in the bluff, I’m plottin’, hard as fuck up on a wrist rocket, chained like a goddamn Nazi
All white diamond, good God shit
Eh, yeah, yeah, bitch I play above the rim (yeah, yeah)
This Big Trouble and Uncle Jxm, you be hatin’ yeah we know ’cause your pockets slim

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

Slim Jxmmi – Juggling Biddies (feat. Riff 3x) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife!
Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)

[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh)

Slim Jxmmi – Players Club lyrics

[Intro]
Check me out

[Verse 1]
My money right (Jxm), shit I might play with the extra (play with it)
I’m on my shit, I don’t stress much (woo)
I’m too ahead they can’t catch up (ayy)
I looked at her purse, it was Louis Vuitton (count it up)
She keep her hair and her nails done (ayy)
I’m in a space car, I got a radar (right)
They throwing shade and I’m gon’ make them hate more (woo)
I got a purpose, I got a reason (skrrt)
I pay my tax when I fuck with the strippers (fuck wit’ ’em)
I hit the studio in Gucci slippers (Gucci)
I hit the mall and ball at every vendor (ball)
Hustle like I’m the number one contender (yeah)
Make it hard for pretenders (yeah)
I got too much sauce for one nigga (sauce)
What it cost? Shit I don’t remember, ayy

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

[Verse 2]
I can’t be standing, I got no patience
I’m poppin’ bottles when I’m up in Aces
Fuck the police, I ain’t giving no statement
Shout out to the grind, the come up amazing
Used to have lint in my pocket, yeah (yeah)
So I went, got the big body, yeah (woo)
Mississippi license plate (ugh), when I park valet (valet)
Ayy, I’ma go fuck wit’ the strippers tonight (yeah)
Fresh off the plane and the temperature right (yeah)
I’m in Atlanta where go-getters get it
You wanna play, you better get you a ticket (ayy)
Shawty so bad, woulda thought she was Nicki (Nicki)
Shawty so bad, got these broke niggas tipping (ayy)
Say she in college, her lifestyle expensive (ayy)
Can’t even tell that she making some millions

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

Slim Jxmmi – Keep God First lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
Ooh, brrr

[Refrain]
Kept me ’round with the same team (same team)
And we all got the same dream (same dream)
Diamonds whipped like ice cream
Hit it hard, make a girl scream
Young nigga livin’ a dream (dream)
Young nigga livin’ a dream (dream)
Feel like Belly ’cause I’m gettin’ cream (100 bands for a kilo, nigga)
Cash rules motherfuckin’ everything (everything)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, me and you ain’t the same
We in a different lane (we in a different lane)
Yuh, uh, uh, you a fool for even trying to compete with me
Uh, shit I’m doin’ you would think it was make believe (for real)
Ayy, hit her once, late night, then I made her leave (made her leave)
Ayy, don’t forget your purse, girl, don’t forget your keys
Uh, I’m so high right now, I look Japanese
Ayy, if you ain’t speakin’ facts, I don’t wanna converse
‘Cause, uh

[Chorus]
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (let’s pray)
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first (yeah)
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (what you sayin’)
You know my family come first
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first

[Refrain]
Kept me ’round with the same team (same team)
And we all got the same dream (same dream)
Diamonds whipped like ice cream
Hit it hard, make a girl scream (uh)
Young nigga livin’ a dream (livin’)
Young nigga livin’ a dream
Feel like Belly ’cause I’m gettin’ cream
Cash rules motherfuckin’ everything

[Verse 2]
Yeah, told the jeweler
All my pieces gotta be flooded
Young nigga gotta come correct (woo)
Young, but I got my hoes in check
Yeah, homie I’m an A-lister
I don’t really worry ’bout niggas (nope)
Fuck a trend, I’ma start a movement
On the rise, nigga, on the wave
Y’all better get used to it (better)
Park the Bentley, I’m showin’ off (woo)
Drop the top just to show it off (yeah)
My people with me, we don’t toast with y’all
Mob stuff, we in overhaul
Everything I’m doin’ it’s for the team
All I need a little Henny and weed (woo)
That’s gon’ put me where I need to be
And I need these hatin’ ass niggas to keep
My name out they mouth (keep my name out they mouth)
I ain’t got no time to argue with you, man, I got this money to count
We don’t politic with these clowns
We straight out that Mississippi mud
These hoes tryna see me right now
I’m sorry, baby, that’s a dub

[Chorus]
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (let’s pray)
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first (yeah)
You know that God come first
You know my family come first (they do)
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first (what you sayin’)
You know my family come first
You know my squad come first
You know the money come first
You know that God come first
(Woo, woo)

Slim Jxmmi – Growed Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ear Drummers
Marzerati
Uncle Jxm!

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up

[Verse 1]
(Uncle Jxmmi, yeah)
We ain’t ridin’ bikes no more, we ain’t ridin’ no scooters (ooh, ridin’ no scooters)
Spent two thousand on these don’t step on my shoes (ooh, wipe my shoes)
Word on the street, young Jxmmi got swag, got juice (ooh, Jxmmi got juice)
Just touched down in the city and I’m feeling brand new
Big diamonds on me, big ballin’ is my lifestyle
My pockets so deep, I could prolly stuff a hunnid thou’ (woo)
Baby, if you love me you gon’ hold it down (woo, woo)
I’m on a money mission right now

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up (ayy)

[Verse 2]
Goddamn, young, young nigga growed up (young nigga growed up)
I’m in the spot with the high-rollers (roll up)
New drop and it’s souped up (souped up)
Makin’ love to the money, Kamasutra (ayy)
Yeah, I had to have it, had it with me like I’m Brad Pitt
I’m tryna get it the fastest
And make sure my family don’t work for shit
Young nigga growed up, Grammy’s when I roll up
Hunnids on hunnids, wallet can’t even hold ’em
When you the underdog, you gotta show ’em
You know I’m ballin’, baby, like DeRozan
20 missed calls, I’m busy at the moment
Niggas was hatin’ on us, turnin’ bogus
I never let her interrupt my focus
I had to get it nigga so unnoticed

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up

Slim Jxmmi – Changed Up lyrics

[Intro]
Run it, oh
Yo
Ear Drummers
I ain’t even got a blunt right now?
This ain’t me
Who this is?

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

[Verse 1]
Damn, I done came up, now a nigga stacking green
I could go and buy Supreme but I’m in love with Gucci jeans
Shawty in love with my steez, bring these bitches to their knees
I got all this fuckin’ swag and I can’t even (sigh)
I can’t even stop it, all these watches that I want
I stack it up, then cop it
Guess the lesson of the day is keep stackin’ your dollar
And them bitches chasin’ me so I ain’t gotta holla

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I feel like Jay-Z the way I’m pulling strings
Feel like I wrote the book the way I’m running game
They think I’m a crook the way I take him
I don’t even wanna call a hoe ’cause she on go
Ayy, Uncle Jxmmi fresh, I’m talking head to toe
Ayy, I’m still puttin’ on for Tupelo
Ayy, I treat a 20 like a groupie hoe
Head down, head up, get down on the floor

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

Slowthai – T N Biscuits lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drug dealer
I wear Nike, not Fila
Lean like Tower Pisa, I smile like Mona Lisa
I’ve had enough of 36 shots, 72 had to double up
Mainstream tunes, couldn’t make one
That was mathematics for the class clown dunce
ABC’s I wanted Q’s
Get a B, make 2
Crime Watch, mandem face on news
Directs spamming, pay me dues
Greed for money, gas like juice
Take it lightly, it’s just food
Certain man haffi kill of the mood
Come like Christmas, why be Scrooge?

[Verse 2]
On serious note, I joke
I ain’t a serious bloke, I smoke
Jump on a beat like a frog of a boat
Take a leap, just float
Take a leaf out my book, I know
Tried to believe them, lost all hope
I just wanna chill, go home
Jump on my push bike and I zone
Ring ring ring, answer my phone
Getting sick of my own ringtone
Pedal on shit so long
People need to go, grow a back bone
I’m bad to the bone, yeah biddididi
And I mash up the flow, getting silly widdit
Yeah, timid never know I put my spirit in it
Real in the zone like

[Verse 3]
It’s T
None of me sounds like them, chief
I put the T in 10, deep
More melodies than doe
Dun’ know what you dun’ know, it’s T
I put the T in trend, me
About to run something, scene
About to don this ting, ‘ow ya mean?
Come through the fog I’m king on a road
Digging for gold
Run from the boy them hood on the low
Switch off my phone, ain’t going home
Locked in a box, stuck in a zone
Zone out again, sit and reflect
Dodging the pen like a dog in a yard
So I ain’t going yard, walk in the dark
Walk in the park I ain’t playing no Giggs

[Verse 4]
Bunning a blem, chill doing trips
10/10, Tell them again
Blind to the sky, live on a high
Feed the supply to all the mandem
Slowthai lagging, body bagging a witch
Steady slanging that talisman shit, ay
I’m a G, yes
Draw for the knife and the CS
Bally on tight, F the BS, PS
Come around here, leave teeth-less
Jesus couldn’t save this yout
Don’t pray to him he ain’t saving you
Hate me, you must hate the truth
Box your chin and make you change your tune
If it’s gonna get physical
Slyly I’m gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot
If it’s gonna get physical
Slyly I’m gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot

[Outro]
Rrrrah
And the farmers are coming
Pitchforks sharp and they comin’, comin’
Mhahahahah

Slowthai – Ladies lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lines don’t loose sleep of lipping in the sheet
Nothing seems real ’till it lands at your feet
We all pay bills, I’ve got gaps in my teeth
They never gave me luck, they’re just gaps in my teeth
I smile a lot; why not?
Fan girls getting eyed up, it’s best to keep your eyes shut
Too nice to keep my eyes off
That’s fresh Kate, hands off
Crush grapes and bake off
I always take days off
Praying that it pays off
Stereotype me, that’s a waster
See myself like a Baidar, never been a faker
Baby boy from the manger, east midlands popper
Pocker think I’m selling A-class
Went to see a doctor, he said my life was made up
What you do with no options?
Like a squirrel for an acorn, pulling out my hair
I ain’t getting no payrolls
Searching for gold at the end of the rainbow
I’m at a yellow brick road, doing up angel
Tell her do it ‘cus I said so
Invade your king
I ain’t trying to get a bay raw, life a sin
Can you give the boy a halo?
Can you give the boy a blight?
I’m just tryna get by, always told me lies
Now they stood outside, praying at demise
I’m an eagle flying, throught the brease, they chat I glide
Like steez I’m T-sus Christ
They nice, when I’m twice as nice
Now your girl’s crooking
Now your mumsy nice

Now your girl’s crooking
Now your mumsy nice

[Hook]
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men

[Verse 2]
Thorn in my foot, no one helped me out
Im not unpure, neither good, like thats not allowed
I tried talking to God, can you help me out?
Never got a response, only asked as a child
Been unsure on trial, I’m sure that ill walk this out
Caught this flight, deja vu, already lived this life
So the path that I’m on yeah, this one’s mine
No more sleep
No more lines
No more breachin’
No more fines
No more tack
And no more nights
In on the curfew, early nights
No more jobseekers
No more teamleaders, who ain’t been leaders
No more swinging out fights
Everybody swinging out nice, like nobody dies
But it’s scumbag season
I’ll come back when no come back needed
Man like lil’ Jo I’m squeezing
Prolly smoke more I’m leaning
8 year old’s blow bags breathing
Nowadays cognac sipping
Back then? Scumpy sipping
Lamborgini, never walk a breeny
Got a fam like Averyx
They sell, they sell shore for flavors
I wouldn’t sell myself out for a dough and acres
I want a wife that’s gracious
And we can get a yard that’s big in barbados
I appreciate queens ‘cus they made us
I’ll prolly see what’s your fragrence, tasting like badies
Put me in a spell like seance
Shelter when it’s rainy, Bob Marley, what’s your preference

Yeah, this one’s for the
Yeah, this one’s for the
Yeah, this one’s for the

[Hook]
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
And they drive us crazy
But they made us men
This one’s for the ladies
‘Cus they have our babies
Yeah they drive us crazy
But they made us men

Brr

Slowthai – Netflix + lyrics

[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams

[Verse 1]
Watching netflix
Iphone rings, you project it
Snapchat pretty girl send me
Pictures of them dressin’
Trying to talk about life I didn’t get it
Trying to walk tru’ life and get it
Do you get it? You get it?

I’m thinking about my time on this earth and what it’s worth
Maybe you should figure it out (x2)

[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams

[Verse 2]
Watching life go by
Everybody in their eyes hypnotyize
Self reflection, got to quit your career or size
What you want? What you need? You gotta vizualize
I see myself in a bathroom of love
I don’t need much else but a spliff and a hug

I’m thinking about my time on this earth and what it’s worth
Maybe you should figure it out (x2)

[Hook]
Wake up in my sleep
This ain’t the type of life for me
Feel I get taxed everytime I breathe
Money only cloud my dreams