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Lil B – Getting Hot (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
It’s a hot night tonight in the Bay Area
West Coast
We on motherfucking top, let’s go

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 1]
Niggas get shot when I come in
Raise hell in the party, go dumb again
Young nigga, I might die
So I go dumb, every fucking night
I ain’t no bitch, I be in the club
20 young girls, fucking with a thug
She don’t need ID when she fuck with me
She just left prom, now she fuck with me
Berkeley in this bitch with my eyes red
Finna grow out my dreads and bust a head
All we do is go dumb, and shake feds
This is for international, Black Arthur
Gentrify me? I beg your pardon
I might have clip with a 30 in it
I might fuck a bitch, then smoke a sack
Tell all these hoes Lil B back

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never had a … imma keep it real
Everyday my head up, when I’m in the field
Yeah, I gained weight, so I’m sizing up
I’m a fat nigga, I don’t give a fuck
Donald Trump won, bitch twerk sum
Catch a bitch on a [?], put her on a [?]
Fuck that shit, imma spazz out
Fuck this shit bitch, cash out
You can go dumb if you wanna
Got a bitch on a speaker in the corner
Shout out Wiz Khalifa, I’mma stoner
It gets hot in California
Rep that squad in your face
Bitch, everybody down to catch a case
Real talk, this party turnt up
Lil B worldwide, man its one love

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 3]
This is for my street niggas who ain’t in the club
You ain’t let us in the club, now we run the club
I be chewing in my fork with a …
Tryna keep my teeth clean in this …
I done hit a couple licks I ain’t acting
Ride with the FN I ain’t fronting
Hit you with the motherfucking strap once
Have you crouched over like a monk
Every time we go out don’t know how to act
Cal Berkeley locker room, tryna flip the pack
Walking down Telegraph, and B Town
So many bitches in the streets now
Still hitting licks for the rebound
ESPN that’s me now
See a fine chick that’s me now
Catch a bad bitch for the rebound

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

Lil B – Global (feat. Ilovemakonnen) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
BasedGod

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 1: The BasedGod]
Bitch, always been global
Push weight I ain’t ever been local
Out of state campaign, that’s your main thang
And I’m still yellin’ out brrrangadang
I’m like a rock star, but I got bars
Strapped in the front like a cop car
Go to sleep rich, wake up rich
Getting out of pocket, so I slapped a bitch
You ain’t even gotta like it, but it’s like that
Like the bitch, so she come right back
She used to make it roll down the pole
Tryna watch this money hit the floor
She be going dumb like she on blow
International like UFO
I’m a Jacka like Joe Blow
Messy Marv like Fillmore
Get free bands like Future
In the Tesla with the doors up
A million dollar cash make you throw it up
All these bad bitches just go nuts
All these bad bitches just go dumb
All these bad bitches just go dumb
Yeah man, like I said, it’s your boy Lil B, we be turnin’ up

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Down

[Verse 2: The BasedGod]
The party, I wanna go
Get rich, yes hoe
With my niggas in the cut, with that shit, light it up
Put my hands up in the air
Goin’ crazy, I don’t care (I don’t care)
I don’t care (let’s go, let’s go)
Bitch, I’m feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch, I’m feeling like Master P
Fresh off the boat with a [?]
Trya watch a stripper booty float
Girl, do what you do
Tell the truth, I ain’t mad at you
Huh, no means no
I got too many bitches, I don’t know
Help me out, let’s go crazy in this damn house
All my frat boys turn up
Spring break, bitches wanna fuck
India got a lot of bitches
Sri Lanka got a lot of bitches
Thailand got a lot of bitches
Germany, USA, Brazil

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 3: iLoveMakonnen]
My best mates live out in Melbourne
I’m out west, smoking on the best
The sherm that you probably, you want (uh)
The girls round ’em, I make them hot
And I’m like the captain all around the planet
Me and Lieutenant Ollie, we, we make it happen
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go Global
I drink blue bottle water, global
Rock the local, everyday
Makin’ so much, I could buy the USA
So get down in this pretty world
And do your pretty dance
And get down with those pretty girls
Do your pretty dance and get down

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

Lil B – Mexico (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Skit: Lil B & a fan]
Uh, dang man. You heard that they ’bout to build a wall in Mexico?
Yeah, I heard about that
Well uh, we gotta get up out there before they build that goddang wall, because there’s too many girls out there and I don’t wanna miss out
I don’t got no money. I don’t got no money to go down to no Mexico. I can’t afford it…
But uh, before we go to Mexico, you heard about, uh, San Jose?
Yeah, we can go there
Yeah, it gets real crazy out there
Let’s go!
We gotta go up out there first. And then we’ll drive down to Mexico
Okay
You with me?
I’m with it, man. Let’s go
Let’s go

Lil B – Zam Bose (In San Jose) (Black Ken Mixtape)

BasedGod

Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!

Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose

Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!

Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose

Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
San Jose, hey!
Zam Bose, hey!
In San Jose, hey!

Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose
Zam Bose in San Jose

Lil B – The Real Is Back (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Tag]
BasedGod

[Intro]
This Lil B for real, man
This my first time at the game, for real
BasedGod on the beats, it’s 100% me
Put my life in this rap

[Verse 1]
I came from a hole in the wall
Niggas still got dope in the wall
Got weight on the scale, niggas still push white in your life
Wrong move and I’m taken your life
I ain’t playin’ with 12
My throat hurt and I don’t talk to the law
Fake nigga I ain’t talkin’ to y’all
This is real when I rap
Fifty-thousand just to take a nap
Move out because the real is back
Bitch deal with that
You niggas actin’ fake as hell
On the cover of the XXL, with Kendrick Lamar
And I went right back to the hood
Cookin’ dope like a real nigga should
I’m really that good
I’m unsigned, I’m the rawest out
Niggas take it and I’m barkin’ ’em out
You bitches is fake, this is real nigga
Rest in peace to Emmett Till, nigga
On the real

[Verse 2]
I never left my city or home
Grew up, but I never moved on
Now my money is low
But I still got a few homes
Nigga play me, I’m movin’ alone
But I’m standin’ strong
I’m standing for my niggas that woke up
I bring the Terror Squad like Remy or Coca
Soulja Boy, you actin’ fake as hell!
Only thing that he made was bail
How you make me?
Bitch, stay in your lane, for real
You hear me on the beat, this not Wayne or Pharrell
I got my own style, nigga you lame as hell
Hatin’ on the player cause that fake shit sell
All on interviews, snitchin’ and tellin’
How the fuck you got money and you niggas be jealous?
I know I’m the man for real
Because I was a nerd before Chad and Pharrell, nigga

[Bridge]
Lil B in the building
I know the whole world been waitin’ for this
I got y’all

[Verse 3]
What you hearin’ through your speakers?
You compare this to Jesus
Things might get wild
2017, it’s a whole new round
Really had to sit down produce this sound
Nobody was around when I was struggling, how?
2018, now I’m so profound
Put on your life vest because you might go down
Really watch your bitches, man, I’m tellin’ you now
The devil got an ass and a smile, feel me?
I want money, I don’t want no child
You could call me selfish and I’ma ask you how
When these *beep* ain’t quality
Nah, I don’t want that *beep* to be a part of me
I’m lookin’ for the best woman
With a mind and a spirit I don’t need the pussy

[Tag]
BasedGod

Lil B – Rawest Rapper Alive (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
History in the making
Rawest rapper alive
Lil B
BasedGod
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I put my heart on paper, venting on a daily basis
It’s like a painting how I’m stroking for the final stages
Let me win cause I’m on the bottom
I’m from the under where it rain but the water shower
Ask my nigga, we was robbing for that mighty dollar
The mighty dollar got him five, for a thousand dollars
Fuck that shit, I ain’t that nigga that gon’ sit in jail
I’m finna rap until my mama say she living well
Living swell, I live in hell in the real world
That’s why Basedworld the only place with based girls
See, my face don’t break with a solid body
I’m like a porn star, cause I’m eating anybody
And it’s hot nowadays, cause people getting sloppy
It’s like cheerleaders, my niggas catching bodies
I’m sorry

[Bridge]
I said I’m sorry man
It’s like, my niggas is really cheerleaders nowadays, man
Catching bodies and shit
Get with me
I’ll body your bitch
Rawest rapper alive

[Verse 2]
If I don’t end up on top, let me run the bottom
Off that Rossi, Carlos Rossi, see my eyes in shadows
See my face beneath the water with the water shallow
You feel me?
I’ma tell you like this man
Fuck a money hungry bitch, she gon’ get your issue
I’m riding on you, while a sucker nigga riding with you
No support with the levees or a nigga’s dreams
I can’t see the bitch, so I’m smoking Mary Jane
Yeah

[Bridge]
Lil B for "Lil Boss" making history
Who the fuck said hip-hop is dead?
Shhh

[Verse 3]
Look at me, I’m a starving artist
Have you ever had your face drawn by fifty girls?
I done did it, freestyling for eighty tracks
A hundred Myspace, that imported, out my ass
I love rap, I done did it cause I sacrifice
Anything and everything, for the based life
To live right, mind reader cause I’m copacetic
I touched the girl and made her faint, she called the paramedics

[Bridge]
Yes, my nigga, I’m the best
Yes, I’m the best, my nigga, I’m the best (x3)
Yes, I’m the best
BasedGod
Yeah, Based Lord
Brang dang on your bitch, man
History
Y’all gon’ miss me
I got the crown man, hold the throne
Westside, West Coast, man
We got this shit
It’s our time
Fuck the grind

[Verse 4]
Brang dang, man, all game, all terrain
I move on autopilot with no pilot, I’m the pilot
Move in silence, cause they watch you when your face is violent
Rather see you making money than selling and grinding
And I’m tired of the fact I’m sitting and crying
Maybe cause I’m a Leo, boy, a heart of a lion
And I hate to see my niggas that’s living and dying
That’s why I’m riding for ’em, Lil B, I can’t stop ’em

[Outro]
Only thing that’s stopping me is myself
West Coast
Bay Area
Bitch

Lil B – Show Promoter (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

Telephone Ringing

Lil B Representative: Based World Records, yes we know the Based God, how may I help you?
Caller: Yeah, I wanna book a show for Lil B in Hawaii… Hawaii, I wanna book him for a show
Lil B Representative: Yeah, the Based God would love to come to Hawaii, I’ll send him this message and will get back to you shortly-
Caller: How much?
Lil B Representative: Hopefully everything can work out great
Caller: How much is it?
Lil B Representative: Talk soon-

Lil B Representative Hangs Up

Caller: Hello?

Lil B – Live From The Island Hawaii (Black Ken Mixtape)

Hawaii, how y’all doing tonight?
Aw no, the show’s not over!
We not done! The party’s still going on!
But first, I wanna give a thank you to all of y’all!
(BasedGod)
Where you at, where you at? Whoo!
Make some noise! Make some noise!
Like I said, I wanna give a…
Shoutout to the drummer on stage right now
Hawaii, where you at?
We not done shouting folks out! Whoo!
It’s ya boy Lil B in the house!
Shout out to my boy on the keys! Whoo!
We turned up!
Keep going, turn up!
And don’t stop! Whoo!
If you with your loved one right now
You might be with your girlfriend or your boyfriend
Your husband or your wife
Your kids and your family
Your sisters and your brothers
Your lovers
We all in this tonight!
One time to have a good time tonight!
And then I’m gone!
But like I said, Lil B forever! Whoo!

ASAP Ferg – Trap And A Dream (feat. Meek Mill) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, yeah
Pray to the trap
Pray for the trap

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Send them niggas to the Hood Pope
My synagogue right in the ghetto
Off the dome, I’m killin’ niggas
But the pen game on a different level
One trap with a big dream
I go hard, won’t ever settle
"Go in for the kill" what they taught me
Boy I’m movin’ that Shark Tank
In this bitch like I’m Clark Kent
Got a deal with the devil like y’all say
It’s for the love of the money, what y’all think?
Fuck a wack bitch what I won’t do
Make a bill with these vocals
And the Pro Tools, thought I told you
Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can’t
Fuckin’ yo bitch and she kissin’ the dick
And I’m startin’ to feel like I’m Tank
Chasin’ the commas on commas
Embracing the drama that come with the fame
Put that on my momma, the llama
It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
Huh, yeah, I’m fuckin’ your bitch in a park
I bust in her mouth cause she parched
She throwin’ it back with an arch
You cuffin’ that bitch like a narc
Ooh boy I don’t wanna start
Two birds on my boat, I’mma start
I’m kinda like Noah’s Ark
I am leaving this Earth with a mark
I ain’t got time for you marks
I aim at your head like a dart
He lay on the street with a chart
Spike on his head like he Bart
I’d rather be chasin’ the cream
Trappin’ and trappin’, I never be slackin’
I’m countin’ a million a dream

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, yeah
Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah
Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo
Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Pussy niggas snitchin’, got the feds in my hood
It’s like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
I been runnin’ it up, fuckin’ it up, plenty
Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley
Neosporin, I’m in the cut, chilly
Mask on, mask off, reppin’ my set, Philly
I got thrity-six O’s, we gone put it on a roll
That boy silent, never told, fuckin’ models out the Vogue
And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze
I called papi for the low, he gon’ drop it, Lord knows
I got a

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

ASAP Ferg – Rubber Band Man (feat. Cam Ron) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
You already know what it is, Hood Pope (Killa!)
Dipset (A$AP!)
We runnin’ this shit
None of y’all niggas can fuck with us
(Word to god!)

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Two model bitches with me asking for a sugar-free Red Bull
Mix it with the Tito’s now they walkin’ with that dead look
Coke up in they nose, that’s why their nostrils got that red look
Hip-hop police saw me, jiggy nigga make the Feds look
I just brought a Rollie and my bitches broke the bezel
When you make it this far, certain niggas try to test you
Still live up in Harlem, rich nigga in the ghetto
Yeah, rich nigga in the ghetto

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

[Interlude: Cam’ron]
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa (in front of the Waldorf)
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
Yo, in front of the Waldorf, valet said that he’s sick of us
I mean he just can’t get wit’ us
"What’s the problem playboy? It’s only six of us"
"Yeah, with twenty-five cars, this shit’s just ridiculous"
Thought we was inconspicuous
He said, "Yeah right nigga, y’all meticulous"
Twenty-five to life, at one time I was risking it
Ten digit nigga, old life I ain’t missin’ it
Look at me, baby girl, you should just lick a bit
Bend down, real low, my zipper come unzipping it
Yeah, I think I really love her ’cause she started kissin’ it
I mean, she really started kissin’ it

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Cam’ron]
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin’ this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt

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)