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ASAP Ferg – Olympian (feat. Dave East) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah
I run, run, run, I’m runnin’ to the money now
Yeah, that bitch was acting funny but she love me now

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now, aww yeah

[Verse 1: Dave East]
All black strap, I’m straight
Jewish lawyer got my case
Stars in the roof, white Wraith
Dice game, crack my bank
Out of town with a hundred pounds, Bobby Brown
Back then, I ain’t drink
Head shot leave a nigga stink
Gettin’ guap, fuck you niggas think?
Rollie on, lot of diamonds in it
Back account, lot of commas in it
Mansion, I’ma put my momma in it
Ask around, I’m intercontinental
I was in the rental with a seven
No concealing, you can see my weapon
Count a million, never see me stressin’
Ten or better, never any lesser
Who you know got it like I do?
I know the trap and I know survival
I already killed your main bitch
Tell her best friend she could die too (ahh)
Only foreign when we slide through, huh
I blew a check on the fit
Look at my neck and my wrist
I wanted a million before I hit thirty
So now I can flex in the whip
What are you on? I ride with a bomb
You gon’ think Flex in the whip
I got respect off the rip
I got no respect for a snitch (no)
I’m talkin’ incredible shit (yes)
This Sprite got a medicine twist
It ain’t hard to tell that we rich

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause’ I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Used to say I dressed so strange
Now I’m in the Wang, campaign
Jiggy, ain’t a damn thing changed
‘Bout to cop Cam, pink Range
Huh, yeah, I’m on a new level
Certified gold, at work with platinum
Already put mama in the house
Now it’s time to build Fergie a mansion
Pelle jacket with the Trap Lord
In the back of the Marc Buchanan
I was nine in Versace
Wore Gucci with the Vans then
Used to Harlem Shake with the big shirts
Now my diamonds do the dancin’
My life is a movie, Steven Spielberg, Ferg
Nigga, light, camera, action
Mackin’ bitches from a pageant, put that pussy in a casket
Tell Serena that I love her, fuckin’ on my tennis racket
I could live in her palace, prolly put her in some Palace
But I’d prolly fuck it all up with a Love & Hip Hop ratchet
Huh, now I’m a loner, fuck ’round and blame it on Mona
Rich but I still love me a hood Dominican bitch with a Corona
Flexin’ with a Tec and all the weapons, that is not your persona
My flow is hotter than a sauna, makin’ all you rappers bipolar

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now
I feel like Olympian, I’m runnin’ now
‘Cause I’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ to the money now
I be gunnin’, put the dick up in her tummy now
She in love with the crew, she with my buddies now

ASAP Ferg – Aww Yeah (feat. Lil Yachty) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, shhhhh
Bow your head
I’m a Trap Lord again
It’s the Trap Lord, Hood Pope and Lil Boat nigga
Don’t like that nigga, ain’t happenin’
You can suck on my dick nigga, fuck ’em
Yeah

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
This what it sound like when doves cry
Traplord in the building like yeah, right!
Fucking on a bad model bitch
And I bought her the Prada and Fendi like yeah, right!
In the Ferrari with Yachty
We just left the party, we hop in the Lear
In the PJ with a couple bad bitches
And they touching my Cartiers
Damn and I never had a bitch pop a pussy like this
That’s a bad bitch right there
Poppin’ the bottles of the Cris, you don’t think I’m the shit
You niggas is some haters
Aw man look at the glist’ on a wrist
Look like I had it in refrigerator
Had your bitch put a good kiss on a dick
And she know that’s my my spot right there

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Living out my dreams, I live movie scenes
Nothing’s what it seems, thirty to my seams
I’m with the Hood Pope, we like finer things
Bad Australian bitches in designer jeans
Mister typhoon, trapping Cancun, diamonds full moon
You’s a whole coon, I can’t wait for June
Drop the top on that new zoom zoom
I’m a young nigga, nineteen, I can be your mama’s son
Fuck your mama’s son
Collar Gang and that’s when the drama come

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

ASAP Ferg – What Do You Do (feat. Nav) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, NAV & Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 1: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
I used to put in work
Now my young boys do the dirt (brown boy)
Fully automatic, pull up hit you with a burst
Put you on a shirt, you a lil’ boy, you a smurf
She used to put me down, and now she lifting up her skirt
Pull up and I swerve, leave her feelings hurt
She fucked me for a purse, she fucked me for a XO shirt
I see you wearing Off-White, but you know, I bought it first
I seen you post a picture, and I had to change my shirt
I can’t punch him in his face, he gonna sue me now
Took your bitch to Nobu, fuck me for some sushi now
I hit it once, and now I can’t stand her now
They pay me fifty thousand, just to stand around

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Heard you got that AP swerve, that was my watch first
Heard you got that Lambo’, skrt, that was my drive first
Chopper beat that bitch to spurs, clip hang to the curb
That girl know, I put in work, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Your girlfriend say, I’m handsome
Fuck any girl, so random
Rock any clothes, I’m random
I rock that Demna right on my sandal
Don’t give me the top then cancel
My momma said these niggas can’t stand you
And I’m laughing right to the bank
All my chains on like I’m Shabba Ranks

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Outro: NAV]
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
You’re getting on my nerves, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
I got Vs on all my shirts, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah

ASAP Ferg – Coach Cartier (feat. Famous Dex) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Your bitch gon’ die for the dick
She spend mad time with the kid
Rainbow shot my wrist
She make them titties twitch
Adidas done gave me the check
Go to Tourneau and cop Rolex
Your bitch obsessed
Thumb in the butt, yes!
Come and just fuck with the set
And we’re buckin’ the TEC, with my niggas it’s facts
They be protecting your neck
Ice bucket challenge with Dex
Those are not Margiela
Hol’ up, I’ll do you one better
Rainbow shot my wrist
Watch them diamonds glist

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-yeah)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter, ah-what)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-whoa, rainbow)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (rainbow)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter)
Call me Coach Cartier
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier
I get that money, them diamonds my ear
Wait, rainbow shot my bitch
Huh, got diamonds, my diamonds gon’ glisten
Wait, I’m in the trap with Ferg
Fucking your bitch and I’ll tell her to swerve (I did)
Huh, I can’t trust this bitch (I do)
Run up on me then I’m uppin’ my stick
Yeah, wait, they callin’ me Dexter
Yeezy my feet, I don’t wear no Margielas (I don’t)
Huh, I make it rain, no umbrella
Huh, I fuck her friend now she jealous (ah-Dexter)
You know I don’t care what she tell them
I ship em off, yeah they flopping like feathers
Wait, rainbow shot my bitch (ah-what)
Draco by me, you know I don’t miss
Dexter

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what) call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (yeah, ah-Dexter) rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

ASAP Ferg – Mad Man (feat. Playboi Carti) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Three 6 Mafia, Playboi Carti, & DJ Paul]
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Whatchu know man? It’s A$AP, nigga
Tear da club up
It’s A$AP nigga, stop all that goofy shit
Tear da club up
Tear da
Club up
Nigga, fuck yo squad nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spent 50K on the Rollie
Just brought that shit and my bitch broke it
She sayin’ she ain’t even notice
But her pussy wet like the ocean
Ayy, ayy (swim, swim, swim)
Ayy, ayy (Margiela, mad man!)
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Master Bruce, yeah I’m the coldest
Margiela and that Rick Owens
I’m fucking her friend and she know it
Margiela, bad
My jewelry stone cold like Steve Austin
Don’t care for no bitch, we just toss ’em
Millionaire, still live in Harlem
(Yeah, uh) There in your hood
Riding up to a bodega, Fergie ‘gone blow like Omega
This ain’t no game, ain’t no SEGA
Even though that beef old I don’t care
I will not fuck with the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Making a bitch sing like Aretha
I’m fucking your bitch when you eat her
You cuffing that bitch like you need her
Yamborghini with Aaliyah
Rest in peace until I see ya
(Margiela, mad man!)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin’ these pills in my coupe
I’m on the roof, move like I’m Batman
Um, damn, what, Margiela mad man
(Margiela, mad, man!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These niggas they stealing my flow, talking bout huh?
Boy I’m stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the dick
She wanna suck on the dick
She wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this shit, give her to clique
Give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the dick
Pray for this shit, pray for my clique, pray for my niggas
Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger
I got my hand on her pussy, all of these niggas they pussy
He run away like a wuss, I got the paper like books
I can’t pull up bitch I’m booked
Walked in that bitch and the bitches they looked
All of these niggas, these niggas they shook
29 hop in the tub
Watch this lil balls while I make a lil call

[Outro: Playboi Carti & DJ Paul]
Nigga, fuck yo squad
A$AP nigga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

ASAP Ferg – Plain Jane (Still Striving Album)

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Verse 1]
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures, causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas, how you get that trife?
I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work, sellin’ nicks at night
I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite
Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts, hope Daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal doors brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy, sellin’ fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin’ pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch for the irony
I’ll send Meechy at yo hoe if yo bitch keep eyein’ me

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Post-Hook]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

[Verse 2]
I’ma explain why you probably never seen me
I’m in a sunken place, no Instagram, I’m watchin’ TV
I think I trade my breakfast, lunch and dinner for some kitty
Please believe me, I see RiRi, I’ma eat it like panini
I go dumb up in the broad, hit the walls like graffiti
Indian burns all up on a nigga wee-wee
I think I need a foursome, Bella, Kendall, Gigi
It’d be easy if Reneezy hook it all up on the leezy
I go crazy in my Yeezy, Kirk Kneezy on the beat
I told ’em now we finna glow up in the street
Rappers talk subliminal but they don’t talk to me
Put ’em in a Jersey shore like Pauly D

[Chorus]
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Ride with the mob, alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Post-Hook]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’

ASAP Ferg – Nasty (Who Dat) (feat. Migos) (Still Striving Album)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Migos, Ferg)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All these dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo]
Stars in the ceilin’, Wraith top
Who dat rich mothafucka named Takeoff?
Bad bitch ass soft, beat her face off
Lawyer Jew, was ’bout that paper, knock that case off
(Quavo) Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (ice)
Once I hit it one time, bet I make her swipe (cash)
Beat the pussy, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (woo)Early A.M. on the red eye flight
A1 dope, nigga can’t forget the steak sauce
Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York ’bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call
(Blrrt blrrt!) Hello, what’s up? Yeah, it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley (skrrt) on the Harlem curb (brrr)
I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (brrr)
Chopper with precision, you better mind your business

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?

ASAP Ferg – The Mattress Remix (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Playboi Carti, Rich The Kid & Famous Dex) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress
Mattress, mattress, mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Psycho gun in the mattress
Grandma pass it and he blast it
I came on your bitch, I’m a savage
She stretchin’ my dick like elastic
She made it disappear like magic
Bed bugs cooked in the mattress
Came along way from the mattress
Used to lay on a rug like Aladdin
Yeah, huh, now I’m like King Tut
You cuffin’ that bitch but she smuttin’
She fucked the whole block, I ain’t bluffin’
Trap Lord meaner than the mug
Wake the niggas up like Folgers in a cup
Tec go buh-buh
Don’t ever let it get fucked up

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Did backflips on the mattress
Did mad shit on the mattress
Where the magic happens? On the mattress
Two ratchet fat chicks on the mattress
A nigga stash G’s in the mattress
Fuckin’ all they bitches on the mattress
Bendin’ all these bitches over backwards
LSD and the acid
Roll mad rounds on the mattress
Fuck mad times on the mattress
Only thing in my Margina mattress
‘Cause I (came mad times on the mattress)
King size bed full of ashes
She smoke on my dick and don’t pass it
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
I fuck mad dimes on my mattress
Ass fat but her titty plastic
What can I say, man? I’m a jiggy bastard
Pretty motherfucker, I think I should join a pageant
For the salad, put a hole in his cabbage
(Niggarace, new Versace) ‘Preme or the Palace
Fuckin’ models, I go in schemin’ on the talent
Cover of your favorite magazine and I’m stylin’
Fuck a horse-face bitch, but her body like a stallion
She swing on my dick like she Tarzan
Call me Coach Cartier ’cause I’m ballin’
My stones look deformed like retarded
What’s the name? (Those Balmain?) How you call it?
She suck on my dick while I’m yawnin’
She missin’ the D, now she moanin’
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause)
She top me like top of the mornin’
Niggarace told me to, oh shit
Niggarace told me, give me Rocky
Cause you know it’s Flacko Jodye
Icy papi, while you watchin’, copy, niggas copy copy
I ride down, sloppy toppy
When she love a nigga mane, we them niggas now
International, had em going wild
Trap jumpin’, nigga, block bunkin’ nigga

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

[Verse 3: Famous Dex & Rich The Kid]
Big bank roll in the mattress (it is)
Bitch bad, make it do a backflip (bitch)
I fuck that bitch, make her hair twist (a-what)
Hunnid band cash in the mattress (what)
Wait, momma said boy "fix that mattress" (uh, mama)
Rich nigga, they gon’ put me on the Forbes list (rich)
I get that money, ain’t boring (what)
I’mma fuck her on the couch while you snorin’ (what)
Wait, I get that money, what happened?
Run up on me, choppa flip ’em like mattress
My bitch fuck her on the cabinet
She can get a mattress, I just shook a bitch, what happened?
Sorry, you lackin’
Bust in her mouth like a nav and she callin’ me captain (Dexter)
Off-White be the jacket (it is)
Fifty-thousand on the backend (yea)

[Verse 4: Playboi Carti]
I fuck that bitch on the mattress
She suck my dick on the mattress
All of my bitches the baddest
(Bad, bad, bad)
I walk in that bitch and the cameras they flashing
I heard you just walked in with catfish
All of my bitches look ah
All of your bitches look average
I fuck that bitch on the mattress
I got the Glock in the mattress
I got the guap on the mattress
What, what, what
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress
Came a long way from the mattress

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Came along way from the mattress
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress
And I used to hump on the mattress
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress
My uncle kept O’s in the mattress
Flippin’ the work like gymnastics
Pitchin’ the crack, it do backflips
Po-po was ripping the mattress

ASAP Ferg – One Night Savage (feat. Madeintyo) (Still Striving Album)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
T-Nice used to be bagging up the dandruff
Make it disappear so I call ’em Uncle Magic
Pitch on the jets, swear that’s my only tactic
Want a jiggy nigga so I poke it like a cactus
Trap lord, Pelle Pelle rhinestone jacket
I’ma kill a pussy, put the kitty in the casket
When she skeet skeet, it be leaking through the mattress
I’m a one night savage

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO]
Yeah, I been getting guap so I know how to stack it
Baby wanna top me so I put her on the mattress
Told you that I want it so I had to make it happen
Never turn the camera on, but all these niggas actin’ (Ooh)
I just got a gadget (Ooh), Gucci with the Palace (Skr skr)
Wish these niggas had it (Sauce), I’m a one night savage (Skr skr)
I just got a gadget (Hey), Gucci with the Palace (Skr skr)
Wish these niggas had it (Ooh), I’m a one night savage

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage
When you get the money, all your bitches be the baddest
Finna hit the dealership and pick me up a gadget
I love to hit it, but she always soaking up the mattress
Yeah, I’m a one night savage

ASAP Ferg – East Coast Remix (feat. Busta Rhymes) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
"Cocaine Castle", "Hood Pope" Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, (aye) his diamonds like tip (aye)
His skin too clear, (aye) his bitch gon’ stare (aye)
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo!)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo!)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters on collins
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

ASAP Ferg – Nandos (Still Striving Album)

[Intro]
Nowadays shit is crazy out here man
Gotta protect yourself, yeah

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me

[Verse 1]
Hundred bottles in the club when I land though
We was in the PJ flying high fucking up Nandos
Landed in Cannes for a couple bands, that was the plan though
We gotta get a couple model bitches we gon’ fuck on the damn boat
The ass and legs got me dippin’ out, we gon’ fuck with the Lambo
The pigs fuckin’ with me I’mma turn into Django
Let’s ride on these niggas ’til Kirk Knight gotta speed up the tempo
This Hennessy got me fucked up, yeah I ain’t feelin’ my pain though
Feelin’ my pain though

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ hatin’ niggas damning my interviews
Fuck what you thinkin’ my nigga? This USA shit get it critical
I’m not talkin’ lyrical
I’m talkin’ po-po-po that be shootin’ niggas in the blues
Shit is so cynical
Call up a Uber now my little niggas will finish you
Now look what I did to you
Motherfucker don’t you see that I’m ridin’
24/7 on the corner all my niggas they be all survivin’
Used to only hear ice cream trucks now all we hear is sirens
That’s ’cause this fucking world only stuck on money and violence
Money and violence

[Chorus]
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That’s what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin’ winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin’ the penalty (Lord)
Remember me

ASAP Ferg – Tango (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: Kanobby & A$AP Ferg]
Makin’ money for the long term
Off of these words
Yeah, give me one more, one more
We’re gettin’ more and gettin’ more
We gotta get more, yeah
Make a dollar out of these words
And I’m just tryna find the real words
So I try to find an angle
Yeah I try to find another angle
So we can tango
I try to find another angle
So I try to find another angle
So we can tango with these words
So we can tango with these words
Yeah, real life
Ain’t nothing like real life events
Now talk to ’em, yeah

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Just found out my daddy died for the wrong reasons
Wasn’t the the kidney that took him, it was the bad treatment
Ain’t go to court because our heart was still bleedin’
Family grievin’, no money could fix the pain that we feelin’
Lil’ nice, done leveled up, you wouldn’t believe it
And my momma always reflect when I was younger teethin’
Now it’s gold grills glisten every time the teeth in
And all my idols listen every time I’m speakin’
Timbaland and Missy lose it when I load the beat in
My life a party, everyday is a weekend
I swear my whole life changed last weekend
But this game strange, it’ll throw you off the deep end
Speak to Yams’ mom on the daily, beautiful lady
Feelin’ of her losing her baby drivin’ her crazy
She say that I remind her of her son
She make arroz con pollo and cook every time I come
I get the ‘itus, she tell me to go sleep in his bed
And maybe some of Yams’ visions come to your head
Life’s a dream, momma knew that I was somethin’ special
Never settled, tunnel vision, pedal to the metal
Momma in first class, she actin’ all boujetto
Now it’s PBS specials, thought I was too ghetto
Singin’ Christmas carols with Miss Universes
She slide me her number, you know Fergie gon’ put the work in
Re-real life, I be livin’ out my verses
Reflect when Dove ran out, I used detergent
The one you clean dishes with
And now we at award shows all gettin’ lit now

[Chorus: Kanobby]
Sometimes I like to tango, tango around these words
Dance all around these words
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango, tango around these words
If I don’t speak it might get worse
I’ma dance all around these words
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Sometimes I like to tango dancin’ with these words
But I can’t accept my thoughts so it’s gettin’ worse
I gotta let it out or my brain’ll burst
I’m busy tourin’ so I can’t go to church
The only option is put it in the verse
Express it to my fans so they be alert
Yeah, Fergie put in work, Fergie put in work
I wonder if I gave it up, would I miss the perks?
Would I miss the groupie hoes with the short skirts?
Would I miss these rapper niggas? Nah they all jerks
Some I came up with, don’t desire to speak to
Fake hugs and love every time when they see you
They scream "R.I.P. Yams" and that’s just to please you
But his mom know what it is, just know that we see you
I got the heart of a lion and the eye of a eagle
I gotta speak the real, it ain’t no time to tango

[Chorus: Kanobby]
Sometimes I like to tango, tango around these words
Dance all around these words
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango, tango around these words
If I don’t speak it might get worse
I’ma dance all around these words
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango

[Outro: Kanobby]
Dance all around this words
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango, dance all around these words
Dance all around this words
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
If I don’t speak, it might get worse
Sometimes I like to tango

Goldfrapp – Yes, Sir (I Can Boogie)

[Verse 1]
Hey mister
Your eyes are full of hesitation
Makes me wonder what you’re looking for
Maybe I want to keep my reputation
I’m a sensation
You try me once, you’ll beg for more

[Chorus 1]
Yes sir, I can boogie
If you play a certain song
Yes sir, I can boogie
All night long

[Verse 2]
I don’t know how it will begin
I want to love everything we do
I don’t know how long I will stay
You just keep doing it your way

[Chorus 2]
Yes sir, I can boogie
If you stay you can’t go wrong
Yes sir, I can boogie
All night long

[Chorus 2]
Yes sir, I can boogie
If you stay you can’t go wrong
Yes sir, I can boogie
All night long

[Outro]
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
I can boogie
Yes sir
Yes sir

Iloveyouraunt – Asap Ferg feat. Ski Mask lyrics

Lyrics Asap Ferg – Iloveyouraunt

Been in the booth for days
I’m in the coupe with babe
Versuri-lyrics.info
Roof in the Rari’ gone,
Hit it like Barry Bonds.
(Iloveyouraunt)
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Follow – Brockhampton lyrics

Lyrics Brockhampton – Follow

I saw Will Ferrell last night
Where?
And Woody Harrelson
Just in a restaraunt I was walking down the street on La Brea
Will Ferrell and Woody Harrelson are-
They look old. He had a shaved head
Well yeah he looks old. What movie was he in
I forget.(follow)

Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el primer single de Saturacíon tres.

I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, s**t was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, s**t was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow.

Nineteen, I got my first boyfriend
Nineteen, I almost signed to Def Jam
I remember being younger watching Space Jam
Told my mama that I wanna be the bald man
Got older, goals changed, needed gods plan
Got older, got a chain, nigga goddamn
S**t is gold and it hurt me when I walk man
And I ain’t got it, but I just got my advance
So I might cop it, yeah nigga that’s my energy
I might tell these niggas that they ain’t no friends to me
‘Cause I’m tired that these niggas sucking clout up
Like a motherfuckin’ ‘squito in the trough, bruh.

I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, s**t was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Versuri-lyrics.info
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, s**t was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow.

I got dirty money, minutes on my tracfone
I just bought a scale, now err’where a traphouse
I got on TV, then I turned into an asshole
‘Cause I ain’t selling dope or running with them bad folk
I’m eating shrimp and lobster, sitting next to white folk
Now I’m in Trader Joes with Birkenstock of iPhone
My agent called said they want me in the movies now
They used to call me ugly, turned ’em into groupies now
Now I’m on Melrose, I’m ready for my closeup
They call me pretty, need to put me on the poster
I write my name, then I buy a Tesla Roadster
I kill my haters then I leave ’em for the vultures.

I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, s**t was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, s**t was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow.

Goddamn, man I think I need a therapist
Feel like a goldfish in the bowl with
Twenty other goldfish with the bowl switched
Bowl-cut or the mullet ’til I shaved it
Barely made it but I’m still here on my kickstand
Did the same s**t that duffed Whitney Houston
They was boostin’ while I’m slurping from my sippy cup (sippy cup)
Need blue jeans, pulling out the pocket fluff (the pocket fluff)
Took it to myself like I hear my best friend (hello, hello, hello)
When I walk, see the arrogance flushing (hello, hello, hello)
Make the front page like Paris in the s*x tape (oh)
Barely late to my first date with my therapist.

Trusty press wear the colors of the ocean
Skeetin’ sad in my Supreme clothing
Hit my line if you ever need an OZ
Don’t hit my line if you think you know the old me
Have gassed a*s plans in the e-class
And I’m still getting head on public transit
And I’m still really sad about my last chick
And I’m still ’bout to cry outta both heads.

I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, s**t was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, s**t was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna followww.
Brockhampton lyrics
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Back den – Boonk lyrics

Lyrics Boonk – Back den

I just act a fool, never follow rules
Do what I wanna do, neck iced up wit jewels.
Run up a check on a b*tch
Mind full of gold, look like piss
I ain’t have it back den, now a nigga livin rich.
I ain’t have sh*t when growing up.
I ain’t ate in s look. I had throwed it up
Money take away the pain, so I roll it up
Westside by my neck so I fold it up.

Talk bad on my name, but f*ck it
Gotta young hoe still wanna f*ck me
Y’all niggas just don’t know, all the sh*t I went through.
I just act a fool, never follow rules
Do what I wanna do, neck iced up wit jewels
Run up a check on a b*tch versuri-lyrics.info
Mind full of gold, look like p*ss
I ain’t have it back den, now a nigga livin rich.

I just act a fool, never follow rules
Do what I wanna do, neck iced up wit jewels.
Run up a check on a b*tch
Mind full of gold, look like piss
I ain’t have it back den, now a nigga livin rich.
I ain’t have sh*t when growing up.
I ain’t ate in s look. I had throwed it up
Money take away the pain, so I roll it up
Westside by my neck so I fold it uppp.
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Sweet – Brockhampton lyrics

Lyrics Brockhampton – Sweet

Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf
In a pack but I feel all alone
I’m scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
Until you high as a .. with race eyes (chronic) doin’ weird s**t
Like, this’ll make your bio-pic (haha)
Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s
Get the wing tings
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? (oh, I am, I’m trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn’t you have a real big-a*s ego? (no)
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls?(sweet)

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.

The original lick-splickety
Higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally
Master with no limiting
Making em say ugh
They worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip
In your temple of authenticity
Often they say I’m off it
I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on
I’ll remind em with hostility
Hot diggity damn
Everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams
And take another glance
Running a clinic
No scans
Ain’t no one claiming
Yo mans
It’s all pertaining
To plan
Call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO I haven’t started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen
Each line an ocean I can part it at
But that’s too deep.

Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many h**s right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce will take me for adoption
Broke-a*s rich suburbs
I said they ain’t shot, third war
We just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the woodlands
I need a honeybutter
Vodka in an Sprite can
When I’m in the Whataburger
All the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter
Puttin’ lean in my Sprite can.

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.

I got a record but I’m clean as they come
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears.

It’s funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me versuri-lyrics.info
“You better get them grades up
If you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
‘Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world
You could live in the street”
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know.

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.(sweet)

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shittt.(sweet)
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LITTLE MIX – Reggaeton Lento lyrics

[Verse 1: Leigh-Anne & Jade Thirlwall & Perrie Edwards]
Boy, I can see the way you dancing, move that body
I know it’s crazy, but I feel like you could be
The one that I’ve been chasing in my dreams
Boy, I can see you’re looking at me like you want it
Oh, usually I’m like, “Whatever,” but tonight
The way you moving got me with my mind

[Chorus: CNCO & Little Mix]
It started when I looked in her eyes
I got close and I’m like “Bailemos” (hey)
La noche está para un reggaetón lento (ehe)
De esos que no se bailan hace tiempo (ooh)
Yo sólo la miré y me gustó
Me pegué y la invité: “Bailemos?” (hey)
So now we dancing un reggaetón lento
Just get a little closer, baby, let go

[Verse 2: Jesy & CNCO & All]
Excuse me baby boy, just had to dance with you now
See there’s nobody in here that comes close to you, no
Your hands are on my waist, my lips you wanna taste
Come muévete, muévete, muévete
Our bodies on fire, with full of desire
If you feel what I feel, throw your hands up higher
And to all the ladies around the world
Go ahead and muévete, muévete, muévete

[Chorus: CNCO & Little Mix]
It started when I looked in her eyes
I got close and I’m like “Bailemos” (hey)
La noche está para un reggaetón lento (ehe)
De esos que no se bailan hace tiempo (ooh)
Yo sólo la miré y me gustó
Me pegué y la invité: “Bailemos?” (hey)
So now we dancing un reggaetón lento
Just get a little closer, baby, let go

[Bridge: CNCO]
Do you know I like you when I take you to the floor (the floor)
I know you like this reggaetón lento (lento)
This ain’t stopping, baby, ’til I say so
Come get, come get some more

[Verse 3: Jade & Jesy & Leigh-Anne & Perrie]
Boy, I wish that this could last forever
‘Cause every second by your side is heaven
Oh, come give me that, give me that boom, boom, boom, oh
I tell you, baby, you, baby, you get me hotter
Loving made me sick, made me sick, you’re my doctor
Don’t you know you’re playing with fire tonight
Can we get it right here one more time

[Chorus: CNCO & Little Mix]
It started when I looked in her eyes
I got close and I’m like “Bailemos” (hey)
La noche está para un reggaetón lento (ehe)
De esos que no se bailan hace tiempo (ooh)
Yo sólo la miré y me gustó
Me pegué y la invité: “Bailemos?” (hey)
So now we dancing un reggaetón lento
Closer, baby, let go

[Breakdown: CNCO]
Yo sólo la miré y me gustó
Me pegué y la invité: “Bailemos, eh?”
La noche está para un reggaetón lento
De esos que no se bailan hace tiempo

[Chorus: CNCO & Little Mix]
It started when I looked in her eyes
I got close and I’m like, “Bailemos” (eh)
So now we dancing un reggaetón lento
Just get a little closer, baby, let go

[Post-Chorus: CNCO & Perrie & (Jade) & Jesy]
Muévete, muévete
Báilalo, báilalo
So now we dancing un reggaetón lento
Let’s get a little closer, slow the tempo
Muévete, muévete (just dance with me now)
Drop it low, drop it low
So now we dancing un reggaetón lento
Just get a little closer, baby, let’s go

Selena Gomez – Fetish (Galantis Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Selena Gomez]
Take it or leave it
Baby take it or leave it
But I know you won’t leave it
‘Cause I know that you need it
Look in the mirror
When I look in the mirror
Baby I see it clearer
Why you wanna be nearer

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love

[Drop]
You got a fetish for my love
You got a fetish for my love

[Verse 2: Selena Gomez]
Reaching your limit
Say you’re reaching your limit
Going over your limit
But I know you can’t quit it
Something about me
Got you hooked on my body
Take you over and under and twisted up like origami

[Pre-Chorus: Selena Gomez]
I’m not surprised
I sympathize, ah
I can’t deny
Your appetite, ah

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too
You got a fetish for my love

[Drop]
You got a fetish for my love
You got a fetish for my love
You got a fetish for my love
You got a fetish for my love

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
The way you walk, the way you talk
I blame you ’cause it’s all your fault
You’re playin’ hard, don’t turn me off
You actin’ hard, but I know you soft
You my fetish, I’m so with it
All these rumors bein’ spreaded
Might as well go ‘head and whip it
‘Cause they sayin’ we already did it
Call on Gucci if you ever need me
I’ll be South Beach in the drop top gleamin’
Water diamonds, Aquafina
Just need you in a blue bikini

[Chorus: Selena Gomez]
You got a fetish for my love
I push you out and you come right back
Don’t see a point in blaming you
If I were you, I’d do me too

Usher – Balcony Lyrics

(Verse 1: Yamine)
Uh, baby girl let me touch that sexy body
You over here up and down that pole for my freaking Rarri hey
What do you like
What do you need
You need a mic
On this balcony
Hey
I don’t know what I’m talking bout
I’ve been srubbing walls for a couple change in the South
Hey
Oh what do you mean?
Yamine been down the row between 2 to 4 teams
They strippin
They know I’m tippin’
4 rounds and they trickin’
Thotting the thots smoking the pot
For Pippen
I don’t know what I’m whipping in this kitchen
40 hoes for this dick I’m gon’ swimming
I don’t ever stop it
Cuz me and Usher made this song
For this girl can be on my Rocket
The one I stick in the socket
Naw nigga she gone for the week
While me and Usher go on team fleet
Hey
She fresh and so clean

(Hook: Usher)
We do it in the shower
On the counter
On the floor
Then well make it to the bed
I just want to test it me
Then we’ll do it so the world can see
On the balcony, balcony (repeat)

(Verse 2: Yamine)
Hey girl what you like?
I need a couple rounds for this sprite
I had 4 hoes last night
I’m so sorry baby I was getting it right
(yeah bro)
Last mixtape was fire
And I never retire
Me and Usher in the aisle
And they know I’m an owl
I’ve been looking all day with a flashlight
Young ass girl that loves to bite
She knows that she loves me
I’ve been loving this girl all day
And she know that I love her
And she loves me so cove her

(Hook: Usher)
We do it in the shower
On the counter
On the floor
Then well make it to the bed
I just want to test it me
Then we’ll do it so the world can see
On the balcony, balcony (repeat)

Charli XCX – I Wanna Be With U Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I know I messed up
And I was wrong
I thought it over and over for so long
I know you hate me
But can’t you see I made some changes?

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
Oh, baby, it’s true
I wanna be with you (you)

[Chorus]
I wanna be real
I wanna be more
I know I must love
And this time I’m sure, ooh
I wanna be with you

[Verse 2]
Everything I did makes no sense
Always listen to the voices in my head
I know it’s long gone, but let me try
I need you near me

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
Oh, baby, it’s true
I wanna be with you (you)

[Chorus]
I wanna be real
I wanna be more
I know I must love
And this time I’m sure, ooh
I wanna be with you

[Break]
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you

[Drop]
I wanna be with you

[Refrain 2]
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
Oh, baby, it’s true
I wanna be with
I wanna be with
I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
Oh, baby, it’s true
I wanna be with
I wanna be with
I wanna be with you

[Outro]
I wanna be with you

GoldLink – Meditation (feat. Jazmine Sullivan & Kaytranada)

I still see ya, I still see ya
Doin’ everything that we said we gon’ do
Girl I still see ya, I still see ya
Puttin’ all my pride and my girls to the side
‘Cause I still see ya, I still see ya
Smokin’ all my weed, bend the corners in the streets
So I can still see ya, I still see ya
You wanna be me, I wanna eat ya
I wanna meet your ex, so I can beat him
And have a daughter, and be a teacher
And never follow, and be a leader
And baby girl, I still see ya
I got a light-skinned bitch who look like Beige Loaf
And she fight and fuck me in the same clothes
But when I put that daddy, baby daddy, papa stroke
She curl her toes and close her eyes
I finish up, she adios
I still call ya
Whichever way you want it, baby girl, it’s on ya
I got the money, you got the problems
So I can solve it, but I still need ya
I still see ya
And that’s okay, baby, all my niggas G’d up
Yeah most of ’em either C’s or B’s, yeah
That’s right, hell yeah
Anyways we can get to movin’ on the dance floor
No choice
I wanna be more than homies
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Your one and only
I wanna be more than homies
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Your one and only
Shake, shake, shake
Shake the nerves off
In the name of dancehall
Shake the nerves off
Come give it to me
You don’t like religion, but you like this
You don’t want kids, but you want this
I ain’t never had the juice like this
Backstroke up in the pussy like, like,
Listen, I’m a real nigga, love a go-getter
See ain’t no bitch around the city fuckin’ with ya
Louis V, shades Gucci with the dress gown
Hit the boulevard, baby, take a picture
Everybody in your pussy right now
Everybody think they got you right now
But ain’t nobody hip that you don’t please ’em
‘Cause you’re always steady teasin’
‘Cause your feelings anesthesia, word to Keisha, uh
Got niggas in your iPhone, real
Real nigga, you the right one, yeah
Maryland girl with an accent, uh
That’s everybody’s weakness, uh
Bad little, bad, bad bitch, uh
You above the average, uh
Your favorite band was backyard, mmm
Baby girl you is vicious, ah
You the one, you the one now, ah
After daughter, want a son now
Sundress to a wedding gown, sheesh
Got me talkin’ like Gleesh now, woah
UMD in the fall now
You the only one we talk about, uh
Year later, I still think about it
Heartbreaking, man I dream about it, that real
I wanna be more than homies
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Your one and only
I wanna be more than homies
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Your one and only

Kap G – Rings

[Intro]
I’ma freestyle again, fuck
Yeah
Nigga think they gon’ sing
Yeah, ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I want the finer things (the finer things)
I want designer things (designer things)
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings, the rings
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the)

[Verse 1]
I want the Porsche, ain’t goin’ back and forth
Don’t got no remorse, I carry the torch
And for what it’s worth , I won’t get divorced
I want the ring like it’s Bron-Bron, I want the ring like I’m Draymond
I want the ring like I’m Ray John, I want the ring like Neymar
It don’t matter if we done by 4, if the gang went up in the fourth
I’m like Bill Russell up on the court, I just the only one hittin’ it no more
Want a bad bitch who dress up in Dior, who drink codeine just like Leor
I’m like Phil Jackson up in New York, I might go on the PGA Tour, yeah, yeah

[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, I just want the rings, I want the rings, the rings, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I wanna be the bando, what they means, it means, yeah

[Chorus]
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I want the finer things (the finer things)
I want designer things (designer things)
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings, the rings
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the)

[Interlude]
It took a lot of motherfuckin’ sacrifices just to get here, you dig? This shit ain’t sweet. I had to, I had to go out there and get this shit, I had to go out there and get it. This shit wasn’t gon’ come to me

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I just want the rings
Yeah, like I’m down on one knee
Yeah, and there ain’t no I in team
Yeah, everythin’ what it seems
Yeah, I been havin’ bad dreams
Yeah, that I was a has-been
Yeah, ain’t goin’ back to D League
Yeah, Kap made the Dream Team
Yeah, I feel like Larry Bird, I feel like Julius Erving
I feel like Magic Johnson, they gon’ retire my jersey
They gon’ owe me an apology, I deserve me a ring like I’m Iverson
I done made your main hoe do all types of shit, keep them shooters like I am Stojaković
I’m feelin’ like Kobe, shoot a thousand shots a day
Where I’m from, yeah, that ain’t nothin’, they shoot a thousand shots a day (brr)
Lotta sacrifices that it takes, are you willin’ to do what it takes?
I wanna be mentioned with Pacs and Bigs and Dres and Yes and Jays

[Chorus]
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I want the finer things (the finer things)
I want designer things (designer things)
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings, the rings
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the)

Mozzy – Sleep Walkin

[Verse 1]
Ay, we done came a long way, traveled down the wrong way
They ain’t find no shell cases, thankful for the cold case
Thankful for the prostitutes, assuming that we soulmates
Thankful for the big homie, coached me through the dope game
Boogers clutter both chains, Euros hugging both lanes
Caught up in this style of living, couldn’t if I want to change
Hang out on the porch with yay, out on bail, forced to pray
God is good, God is great, I thank you for another day
Thank you for this 100K, thank you for my girly face
I was too broke to ever visualize the world this way
Trapped inside a world of pain, I trapped for every quarter gained
I don’t do this shit for fame, bitch, I do this shit for gang
Since when did I go against the grain? Gave them niggas sticks to bang
Helped them niggas get them chains and showed the hood a different way
Bust it down and deviate it, everybody seeing paper
I just want to see you make it, incubator 80’s baby

[Chorus] 2x
One up top ahky, something stocky in the choppy
Fat wally for bradaski, off a Oxy bet he mop ’em
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy, sleep walkin’
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy sleep walkin’

[Verse 2]
All them trials and tribulations, bail enhancements and arraignments
Affidavits and them statements, waiting game, so I waited
The numbers double up when niggas labeled gang related
Plus I’m in and out of family court for Dooters, shit was brazy
Child Protective Services, only thing can break me
Family of a murder victim, only reason you should hate me
I been feeling smothered lately, blood called me for the yankee
He ain’t even call to thank me for that put on I just gave him
I miss my brother Deezy, only if those bullets grazed him
Wasn’t no hatred in my heart until that happened, that’s what changed me
My last trip to Quinten for that yicki really saved me
I was moving mainey every daily, on my baby, nigga
Shoot you if you if you make me, nigga, E we finally made it nigga!
Mozzy Shawn callin from the bounty, "what you facing, nigga?"
Shout out to the Asian boys, I love you for them k-da’s nigga
Call me when you need me, y’all forever in my favor nigga

[Chorus] 2x
One up top ahky, something stocky in the choppy
Fat wally for bradaski, off a Oxy bet he mop ’em
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy, sleep walkin’
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy sleep walkin’

NBA YoungBoy – Wat Chu Gone Do (feat. Peewee Longway)

[Intro]
Woahhh
Yea
Praa!!
Prrr!!

[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
I been with them youngins’ they bangin’ lil nigga
NBA Gang, what they claimin’ lil nigga
Tell me what the fuck you thinkin’ lil nigga
Don’t point the finger up the banger lil nigga
No we don’t bluff when it come to a nigga
No hesitation we handle the business
Take something from me we gon’ cut off his fingers
Reach for my chain then get hit with the glizzy
Me and my niggas we come from the trenches
Walkin’ in public we strapped with extensions
Need more than that hoe for to catch me lil nigga
You know we ain’t puttin’ our trust in these bitches
Longway, Longway, really crippin’ lil nigga
Young Boy, Young Boy, really drippin’ lil nigga
Tell me what are you gon’ do?
Moms’ late for the rent I’ma stick me a nigga

[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? (What chu gon’ do?)
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
Chasin’ a check got the dick on the tec
Neighborhood crip when i crank up my set
Two tonka tecs with the invisible set
Rollie that day with the [?]
Put them bricks back together let’s get to the check
Bails in the vet, hunnit rounds kill tec
Choppa you hibach you thu-thu threw ya breast
Cuban link on my neck feature Lex Luger
What chu gon’ do when they hop out with rugers
Dope don’t cut nigga hollywood movies
John Wick shooter cut your body like Krueger
NBA Youngboy we come through recruiting
Shooter, shoot the shooter run in your medulla
Longway Ricky ruler stendo sticks still in school
Young gorilla work the vacuum seal
Sell a brick of bew what chu gon’ do?
Made the breaking news gelato white the coupe
Baby blue and red my shooter piru
When I up and dump lil bitch what chu gon’ do?
Gagging just to gang bang on yo crew
Put respect on it, pull up and check on ’em
Don’t let me find out you gon’ flex on ’em
Don’t let me find out that you fu-fu-fugazy
Don’t let me relate what you wait on it
LONGWAY BITCH

[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

THEY. – Deep End

[Intro: Drew]
Goin’ off the deep end
Drownin’ for the weekend
We don’t need a reason
Put it all on me

[Verse 1: Drew]
No, I know ’round the way, that’s just how it is
Yeah, I do it for no reason, that’s just how it is
I deserve somethin’ different than the average
If you in town for the weekend
Give me your blessin’, I ain’t gon’ judge you
We don’t know better
I ain’t the only nigga, so there ain’t no pressure
Just come and get it, I know you’re ready
It’s automatic

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Post-Chorus: Drew]
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na

[Verse 2: Drew]
Long days, she been workin’ long days
Main nigga got no juice, she been waitin’ on this all week
Four Seasons, get it poppin’ off like Pompeii
Parked up, Mauro, she wanna get up on me in the broad day
Shit, real shit, did that one time
Your type be catchin’ them feelings, they never on time
I ain’t been trustin’ no bitches in Rio, way back in 09′
We gonna see if with me if, you keep it together or not

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Outro: Dante]
Let’s go, so now
Shit way too simple, so we gon’ do this one time for the one time
So your man, when he bump this shit
He know exactly why you left his ass at home
He ain’t just give it to [?] on the first night
So you and your friends think you slick
You really thinking that they ain’t got that shit figured out
I’m just saying
I ain’t here to judge you, but I understand
I been around [?]
Old times, you know what this is about
This ain’t nothin’ different than what you thought it was
Drowning for the weekend

Montana of 300 – Busta Rhymes

{Intro}
Bussa Bus’
One seven
Rap God

{Verse 1}
Notorious
My warriors
Be glorious
Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up
So keep my dick up out your mouth don’t be twisting the story up
I’m from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria
Hit you with no delaying
So what you saying ho
All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow
Yeah my .40 cal bang more
That pops off of Wayans bros
Wet up shit like the rain though
This what we trained for
I am off of the chain hoe
Call me the Django
Rap god or the dang GOAT both in the same boat
On these tracks I’m Usian Bolt
Nothing has came close
This is what I get payed for
Dropping grenades hoe
Just bought broski a Draco
I give him the say-so
Black mask like he Space Ghost
Try me like Dej Loaf
I ain’t gotta call my hittas up I’ll come and get rid of you
Smiling looking sinister
Pull up in somethin’ tinted up
Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker
Then go up lift my brothers and sisters like I’m the minister
I ain’t perfect with my kids if I ain’t working
I encourage higher learning I’m teaching through fire verses
Till the day we lie in hearses
I’m fighting the lying serpent
Ride and lurking
Hit you pussies make sure you don’t die a virgin
Johnny Torture
Tire burning
I’m fancy like writing cursive
Rap God I’m way to real to have someone come write my verses
Dangerous
You know this ain’t a game to us
My bang will bust
These bullets hit your brains and guts
Get changed to dust
Ain’t no one else to blame but us
You strange to us
Fu niggas cannot hang with us
You lame to us
These other rappers plain to us
My labels tough
Like KD back with James and Russ
Word to my mother I’m
Eating like supper time
I come from trouble times
I knew the sun would shine
Im hot like summertime
Dreaded like Busta Rhymes
My girl so fucking fine
Mo’ cake than Duncan Hines
They said Hip-Hop was dead
But i came just in time
My bars hold hella weight
Bitch I’m just pumping iron
This is serious
These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause
I made them bleed like a bitch on her period
Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious
This is that part of chess
I got you all in check
They thought I wouldn’t make it
I made them all regret
I ball so fucking hard
The ref might call a tech
Might hit the mall and flex
My sons and my daughter fresh
I’ll never sell my soul
Bitch i won’t fall for that
You can’t get me to change
You got to call collect
Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check
I’m more than blessed and more calculated than architects
I’m who they call the best
Flew from a falling nest
If I feel y’all a threat
We outside of y’all address
You don’ f’d up all black we dressed up
Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut
Driving dirty with no Ls i was living reckless
Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up
Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace
Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester
I ran into the law man that shit was messed up
Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions
Your niggas harmless; mine dangerous like Coolio
Don’t get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo
I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio
Just know that when you see these clips you ain’t watching no movie though
No I don’t give a fuck who he run with or who he know
I bet I leave them in the past give it to them like Rubio
Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio
I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio
For acting funny like Chris Rock I’ll smoke them like pookie, hoe
I got powers like a monster and I’m saucing I’m groovy, hoe
And I’ve been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe
Yeah my belt and shoes Louis my glasses is Gucci though
When you hustling watch for rats man the shit can get spooky though
You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow
SQUAD!

Ke$ha – Hymn (Live)

[Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!
Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

DEMRICK – Superficial (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Woah woah woah, yeah yeah
This that summertime shit
No doubt

[Verse 1]
I’m out here on a goal (I’m still movin’)
Paying bills on the road (The bills keep coming in)
So don’t say I’m superficial when I tell you I’m trying to get that dough (Let’s go get this money, yeah)
Yeah I’m trapping off my phone (I’m trapping off my phone)
Putting cookies in the cone (We got the flavors)
Just put a down payment on a house
Boy I’m tryna get my moms into that home (I got you momma)
So don’t call me superficial (Don’t call me superficial)
Just cause I’m official (Way too official)
Pick some food up off the menu (Go ‘head)
Don’t worry bout the bill, it’s not an issue (I got it)
Superficial, you ain’t seen the shit I went through (You don’t even know)
So all that talk is out the window (It’s way out the window)
All cash, no payments in the dash
It’s amazing baby, this is not a rental (Skrrrr!)
This a Hoppa instrumental (This a Hoppa instrumental)
I let him set the tempo (Go ‘head, set the tempo Hop)
Go into the booth, smoke a blunt
Make a song, man my life is that simple (It’s that easy)

[Hook]
So don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
(Don’t call me superficial)
Don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
(Cause I ain’t even trying to hear all that shit right now man, you need to shut the fuck up)

[Verse 2]
Don’t blame me for dreaming and not struggling
Up again hustling just to get it bubbling
[?] haters try to pop your bubble
I stay grounded like a shovel, but my mind is in a shuttle
Trying to figure out a way out
I wanna be at the beach with a beach towel where the bitches lay out
Being broke is played out
Me and my niggas on some new shit
Like taking our family on vacations on cruise ships
And groupies aiming for my pocket like a pool stick
Baby got cakes and like me on top like Cool Whip
Just copped the Rolly, feeling like a young Kobe out in LA
As around the way, they gon’ know me
This been a long time in the making
Now I’m poppin’ like bacon
Get my feet up on the pavement and I turned it into payments
It ain’t no changing nah, been the same since I came around
So let me know if you down

[Hook]
[Hook]
So don’t call me superficial
(Don’t call me superficial)
Don’t call me superficial
(I’m too official)
Don’t call me superficial
(They acting like if they can’t have it, I can’t have it)
Don’t call me superficial
(Shit crazy. Work hard everyday and get it too)

[Outro]
This that summertime shit
Broken Complex Studios
And we still movin’
Keep that negative shit way over there
We don’t even want it no where close to us
Actually you see that corner back there
Pass that, I don’t even wanna see it
Nigga mad cause he don’t got something, better go out and work twice as hard
Nigga you acting way crazy right now
I don’t even understand your thinking
You gotta get your whole head right then get your bread right
Yeah

Audra The Rapper – Bxtchlxss

[Intro]
Yea yea
Five AM in the morning and shit

[Verse 1]
Done convincing niggas this is where they need to be
Walk outside tear down the whole street
Money on the line
Devil on Facetime
Sun shine but it can’t blind me
Seventeen when I told momma that I ain’t coming back
Gotta move on gotta move out gotta move shit
True shit, When I come through no more asking who you is
At my new crib looking at new cribs
Never content
Dropped four hundred to peep Lauryn hill spit
Money well spent
Shit ain’t been the same since
Nah we ain’t in the same tense
You a has been
This shit ever lasting
Niggas got a thing for the raspy
Love how the ass sit up when them draws come down
Hate chocolate but he love this brown
On the southside why you ain’t come round
I was on the chatline why you ain’t press pound
(Damn hello)
This shit ain’t been the same since…
Now im feeling like

[Hook]
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Now you wanna come round
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Now you wanna come round

[Verse 2]
You ain’t that low
No you ain’t that low
Swear I done heard it before
When I get them O’s
And you’re there alone
Nigga dont bang on my door
Cuz you ain’t that low low low

[Guitar Break]

[Verse 3]
Doe came then the hoes came
Couldn’t last long as a no name
Hand one shot nigga on your Cobain
How you fuck that up
I was down to my last luck
On TV with the tags tucked
Trying to get paid and shit
Talking that crazy shit
On the phone all day and shit trying to reach you
Now Ima teach you

[Hook]
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Now you wanna come round
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Now you wanna come round