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Lil Pump – Movin’ lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

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

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

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

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

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

[produced by: Ronny J]

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

[NOT FULL]

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

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

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

Lil Pump – At The Door lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Back lyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Boss lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Crazy lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Drug Addict lyrics

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Flex Like Ouu lyrics

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Foreign lyrics

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Iced Out lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Molly lyrics

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Pinky Ring lyrics

(feat. Rick Ross & Smokepurpp)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Smoke My Dope lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – What U Sayin’ lyrics

(feat. Smokepurpp)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Pump – Whitney lyrics

(feat. Chief Keef)

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

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

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

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

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

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Five Finger Death Punch – Blue On Black (Kenny Wayne Shepherd cover) lyrics

[Verse1]
Night falls and I’m alone
Skin yeah chilled me to the bone
You turned and you ran
Oh yeah oh slipped, right from my hand

[Hook]
Hey, blue on black, tears on a river
Push on a shove it don’t mean much
Joker on jack, match on a fire
Cold on ice a dead man’s touch
Whisper on a scream doesn’t change a thing
Don’t bring you back
Blue on black oh yeah, blue on black

[Verse 2]
Blind oh, now I see
Truth, lies and in between
Wrong, can’t be undone
Oh slipped, from the tip of your tongue

[Hook]
Hey, blue on black, tears on a river
Push on a shove it don’t mean much
Joker on jack, match on a fire
Cold on ice a dead man’s touch
Whisper on a scream doesn’t change a thing
Doesn’t bring you back, yeah
Blue on black, oh blue on black, oh yeah

[Outro]
Oh blue on black, oh blue on black

One Melody – Sabes lyrics

[Chorus]
Sabes bien que yo…
Siempre a tu lado voy a estar…
La verdad es que no…
Me queda nada si te vas…. –x2–

Son tantas cosas la que hoy quiero decir
Pido perdón por si algún día te hice sufrir
Agradecerte por hacerme tan feliz
No te imaginas cuanto te amo solo a ti

No puedo evitar necesitarte mi amor
Si tu te vas me moriría de dolor
Iluminas mis días mucho mas que el sol
Gracias a ti mi mundo ahora tiene color.

[Chorus]
Sabes bien que yo…
Siempre a tu lado voy a estar…
La verdad es que no…
Me queda nada si te vas…. –x2–

Sabes que por ti yo quiero luchar
Y de tu lado no me quiero apartar
Solo contigo yo me quiero quedar
Y así contigo poderme casar

Brillas cada día y me brindas alergia
Contigo cumplo cada una de mis fantasías
Por ti soy capaz de mover un mundo entero
Quiero pasar contigo este 14 de febrero

[Chorus]
Sabes bien que yo…
Siempre a tu lado voy a estar…
La verdad es que no…
Me queda nada si te vas…. –x2–

Peter Glass – Queen Of The Land lyrics

Chorus:
Ya-ya-ya -ya, Ya-ya-ya -ya-ya-ya
Ya-ya-ya -ya, Ya-ya-ya -ya-ya-ya

Verse:
I carried water for the queen of the land
While she rode a magic horse in the sky
I would wait, I would cry, I carried water for the queen

Verse:
I made my music for the queen of the land
But she never once danced with the king
As I played every note that I knew
I sang everything, I made my music for the queen

Verse:
I gave my love to the queen of the land
My eternal soul is at her command
But I can’t hear her voice
I can’t see her hands, I gave my love to the queen

Moagi – Ice lyrics

Hook

Ice on my wrist girl we cool (ice)×8

Verse 1 (Moagi)

Pussy so wet that I might just get sea sick (aye)
I gotta get it (aye)
I get the money then flip it (aye yeah)
Who gotta get it (aye)
Niggers pushing, I just push start
Ain’t it a b*itch when I pull up
Never ever had money aye
But I blew up like a bitch(yeah)
And I blew up really quick(aye)
And I’m fxcking on ur bitch(yeah)
Niggers see me blowing, now they acting funny, now they all up in my clique (aye yeah)
But I be humble as fxck (aye)
Life is bitch and she holding a grudge
Life is a bitch, she a thot..
Watch how I flex and I turn to a dog Aye!!

Hook

Ice on my wrist girl we cool (ice)×8

Verse 2 (Xemini)

Diamond necklace kinda icy
White bitch on me she enticing
All of my niggas gone blow up
Couple bottles nigga pour up
Fucking reaping what I sewed up
You ain’t in my circle I done glowed up
Ice on my neck got me cool
All of my pieces are noose aye
I fucking just stepped in the booth
Sub zero my wrist and jewels
I might just touch on your boo
Come mess with my clique and my vool

Diamonds dancing they from Africa
Hope this money just keep adding up
Humble nigga but don’t test me Bruh
In the tropics and it’s icy Bruh

Kitty wetter than a harbor
I might dive up in her ocean aye
Rings aren’t drippy might be frozen
Wait

I like my wrist loose
I got gravy I don’t need juice
Running this track with no lane ou
No Cardi B but my money moves

Hook

Ice on my wrist girl we cool (Ice)×8

Verse 3 (Moagi)

You do not fxck with me
I do not fxvk with you
You got a verse for me?
Well I got a verse for you!!
Diamonds be dripping that shit make you sea sick aye
This ain’t no remix aye
I get the money then spend it like nothing
I got your girl and she singing aye
This is just a liitle snack (ohh)
Just before the album drop (ohh)
You in my way better move (move)
I finna get me a coupe (coupe)
Ice on my wrist girl we cool (cool)×2
(Ice on my wrist girl we cool aye
Ice on my wrist girl we cool yeah)

Verse 4 (Moagi and Xemini)
Moagi:

All my niggers finna blow up
All my niggers then glowed up
Nobody there when I show up
Neck is frozen got me choked you

Xemini:

No change I got hunnids
Nigga my flows are flowing like a summit
Chains bedazzled they rattle like a morshpit
Dead or alive I hang around the morbid

Ice ice cold
Addicted they became my vices
I like to fuck with the spouses
Morena caliente like spices
Portuguese papi to sabes
I’m ràpido ràpido mami

That shawty murder my meat
Shout out to your girl she my bae too
I wanna skirrrrt in a grey coupe
All of my niggas are straight cool

Moagi:
The girl that you cuffing keep blowing my phone
She want my dick and she wont take a no
Tried to commit, but I know I’m a hoe
No I won’t lie!
Seven different hoes I’m rolling a dice..

Henry Metal – Where The Dumbasses Roam lyrics

Aww…

I turn on the tv and what do you think I see?
Somone acting like a jackass
Like you might not believe
Listenin’ to the radio, enjoying a comedy talkshow
When I look out of my window
Think to myself “oh no”

Seems I have made my home
Where the dumbasses roam
Don’t it feel all alone
Where the dumbasses roam
Where the dumbasses roam

Watchin’ the cable news
I get to hear the views
Of people who sound confused
And folks with low iq’s

It’s in our very bones, it’s in the seeds we’ve sown
It’s something that we all know
Buddy we in the dumbass zone

Seems I have made my home
Where the dumbasses roam
The dildo’s are in command
Here in dumbass land
Keepin’ the status quo
Where the dumbasses roam
Isn’t it fucking grand
Living in dumbass

Has the whole world gone crazy?
Gone fucking mad?
The bombs the guns the wars the poverty and political fads
Have we agreed to play or have we just been tricked?
Reborn again into the pain and suffering we inflict
I look around in total disbelief
At the utter lack of clarity and the failure to perceive
That the problems that we’re dealing with
Are the ones we have conceived
We fight ourselves like enemies with nary a reprieve
Pointless vanity has taken all control
Destructive competition has made this world a shithole
Centralized control has stolen all the hope
Just another day in the fucking dumbass zone

Seems that we’ve made our homes
Where the dumbasses roam
The dildo’s are in command
Here in dumbass land
Keepin’ the status quo
Where the dumbasses roam
Don’t it feel all alone
Where the dumbasses roam…