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MEG MAC – Kindness (Low Blows Album)

Kindness and all of that
Useless I’m sick of that
Kindness and all of that
It’s useless I’m sick of that

I’m running with that
I’m running with that

The first time let’s forgive all that
The last time I’ll have none of that
Oh catch up to where I’m at
And you won’t want to run with that

I’m running with that
I’m running with that

Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
With you, with you

Kindness and all of that
It’s useless I’m sick of that
And no one says, “Don’t worry about it”
Cause you find, well, you model that

I’m running with that
I’m running with that

Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you
Well I’m sorry to step into your world
For a second I used to live there with you

With you, with you
With you, with you

MEG MAC – Cages (Low Blows Album)

Nobody taught me ‘bout the cages
Lord I can see the pain from here
Saying wake me up and show me please
Wake me up and save me

Don’t leave, don’t leave, leave me
Oh don’t leave, don’t leave

Cause now I see ya
Now I breathe ya
Now I feel ya
Ohh

I remember back to October
Please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, ooh, October
Please, October, ooh

I was never meant to hide it
But oh they can see it all so clearly
And if they won’t wake me up and show me
Then I’m gonna take me home
And I’m gonna save me

Don’t leave, don’t leave, leave me
Oh don’t leave, don’t leave

Cause now I see ya
Now I breathe ya
Now I feel ya
Ohh

I remember back to October
Please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, ooh, October
Please, October, ooh

And just like you
I get charmed by the words of the day
And just like you
I lived by these words
But these words won’t
Wake me up and save me
So I’m gonna take me home
And I’m gonna save me

But I remember back to October
Please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, ooh, October
Please, October, ooh

October, please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October, please be good to me
October

MEG MAC – Didn’t Wanna Get So Low But I Had To (Low Blows Album)

I go back to where I am losing
Lying down, I can’t stand it
You cannot lose it when you knew it
All along through me

On my own through me
On my own

I didn’t hear it when you said it
On my own, that I would like it
I guess I’ll leave you when I’m leaving
My poor, poor soul, through me

On my own through me
On my own

Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around

Oh love this crying for a reason
Well it’s all gone and I can taste it
And of the time that I spent losing
It’s on my own, through me

On my own through me
On my own

Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around
Oh, I feel it going down
When I’m home I’m not around

Didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to

And I’m good at lying down
Yeah, good at lying down, ooh
Put me down
Well I’m good at lying down

Oooh, but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to
I didn’t want to get so low but I had to

MEG MAC – Ride It (Low Blows Album)

You’re having hard times
You’re having rough days
I bet those tall minds
Are having better days

Oh, the thing about me
The thing about me

Seen people throw change
Run back to old flames
But I wash my cold hands
‘Cause I’ve seen better days

I got seven ways to fight it
I got a uniform to hide it
I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it
Ride it (ride it) ride it

And while you sit by
Well they gonna fly higher
Moving right to find them better days

Oh, the thing about me
Is when I grow up
And get my shit packed up
(Ride it, ride it)

I got seven ways to fight it
I got a uniform to hide it
I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it

I’m gonna ride it til the sun go down
It ain’t so bad if you can dream about it now
I’m gonna ride it til the sun go down
It ain’t so bad if you can dream about it now

I got seven ways to fight it
I got a uniform to hide it
I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it
Ride it, ride it, ride it, ride it

Well I’m gonna move it
I’m gonna take it
I’m gonna ride it (ride it)
I’m gonna ride it
I’m gonna ride it (ride it)
Ride it, ride it, ride it, ride it
Ride it, ride it, ride it, ride it

MEG MAC – Maybe It’s My First Time (Low Blows Album)

[Verse 1]
Oh my god
My heart it hurts now
Didn’t know it till it tipped me upside down
Well, why am I confused then?
I’m feeling nervous
Feeling I’ve got the right one
Maybe it’s my first time
I know these things they happen all the time
It’s my first time
Wearing all the shit that i bought you
Oh, oh
I’ve got a list so long it could hurt you
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
And oh my god
I’ll be cruising off this last time
And oh my god
I’ll be cruising off this last
You say that you want it, you do it, you want it
Oh, I stand up to see that
Oh, I stand up to see that

[Verse 2]
Superstitious folk wouldn’t ask me back again
I’m just bad news to them
I offended them with my sickness and my weakness
I’m just bad news to them

[Chorus]
And oh my god
I’ll be cruising off this last time
And oh my god
I’ll be cruising off this last
You say that you want it, you do it, you want it
Oh, I stand up to see that
Oh, I stand up to see that

[Ending]
I only look back, won’t try it again
I only look back, won’t try it again
Try it again
I only look back, won’t try it again
I only look back, won’t try it again
Try it again
Try it again
Oh, oh, oh
I know these things they happen all the time
It’s my first time
Mmm

MEG MAC – Shiny Bright (Low Blows Album)

You say ‘love’ and then you snap
And then I lose, we all lose you
And then you’re back

I just wanna shake it and bring you back
And tell you I’m sorry for something
Oh I think it’s time that you come back
Cause I’ve got your back, I’ve got nothing to say ‘bout it
Didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it
Growing up is getting harder to handle
We’re waiting for it to fall down
Are you waiting for it to fall down?

Well some they go, and some come back
But not like they used to, you best get used to that
Or you’ll find them cracks

I never really thought that forty years from now
Cause, cause everybody told me, “Think here and now”
Oh, I’m seeing hundreds at a time, and all shiny bright

I’ve got nothing to say about it
Didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it
Growing up is getting harder to handle
We’re waiting for it to fall down
Are you waiting for it to fall down?

Well shake their hands and deal with it later
They’re dressing up to make them feel better
Always shiny, always brighter
Keep it up cause you can do better

I’ve got nothing to say about it
Now don’t you feel bad about it
I’ve got nothing to say about it
Now don’t you feel bad about it
Growing up is getting harder to handle
We’re waiting for it to fall down
Are you waiting for it to fall down?
Are you waiting for it to fall down?

MEG MAC – Brooklyn Apartment (It’s Louder Than The TV And The Radio) (Low Blows Album)

Oh it’s someone’s birthday
And someone’s praying for the day they find the one
Mama’s home again
But no one’s waiting by the door to help you get in

Screaming baby, oh screaming baby
I don’t want it
I wish someone good could take it
A home in you is nothing like a home in me

And it’s louder than the TV and the radio
No one’s moving in or out, I gotta go
Cause a home in you is nothing like a home in me

No one’s laughing
Oh but this kid is trying so hard
They’re home alone
And the old man’s angry all the time about the yelling

You’re dying
Oh I’m hearing when you’re crying
Why am I hurting?
A home in you is nothing like a home in me
A home in you is nothing like a home in me

You’re coming to a home near you
That you know so well
Can you hear the people
That you didn’t know so well

And did you-u-u
And did ya-a-a
And did you-u-u
And did ya-a-a
And did you-u-u
And did ya-a-a
And did you-u-u
And did ya-a-a

And it’s louder than the TV and the radio
No one’s moving in or out, I gotta go
A home in you is nothing like a home in me
A home in you is nothing like a home in me
Well a home in you is nothing like a home in me

MEG MAC – Morning (Low Blows Album)

Hundreds of them are all lined up in front of each other
They are waiting for someone to call them and tell them they’re right
But they’re not coming ‘til the morning
They’re not coming at all
You could wait up each night
But they’re not coming at all
Ohh

Later I’m gonna take it off your hands
Later I’m gonna take it off your hands
Later I’m gonna take it off your hands
Later I’m gonna take it off your

I’m gonna take it off your hands
And I’m gonna take it off your hands
And I’m gonna take it off your hands
And I’m gonna take it off your hands
And I’m gonna take it off your hands
And I’m gonna take it off your hands
And I’m gonna take it off your hands
And I’m gonna take it off your hands

When I’m gone
No more ‘please come back’
When I’m gone
No more ‘please come back

I’m gonna take it off your hands
I’m gonna take it off your hands
I’m gonna take it off your hands
I’m gonna take it off your hands

Lil Baby – A Town (feat. Marlo) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Marlo]
Back when G-Dog caught his time ’cause he wouldn’t drop a dime
Back when Big Fred died, had the whole hood cryin’
OG True lost his life in his own hood
Niggas steady walkin’ ’round like it’s all good
Tiger T got crossed by his own man
I seen him and 8-Ball count a hundred bands
Remember Spencer killed a nigga with his bare hands
Meatball turned red on his own fam
Him and Jordan lil one got killed at the same time
Every time I close my eyes that shit on my mind
What you know about doin’ a paper for some paper
You niggas can’t relate ’cause you ain’t never ran around in that

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

[Verse 2]
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, yeah dey know
Back when he was comin’ through the bricks in an armed [?]
Mario got shot, that’s still some bullshit
Remember NuNu got hit with a whole clip
You niggas ain’t from my side, they must be two-sided
They sayin’ C-Dog turned in the whole west side
You niggas never was there
I remember neighborhood fights all at the fair
When micros was the only thing that girls would wear
Then these bitches started puttin’ the kink and twist in their hair
True Religion was the shit, hood days spend your last on an outfit
They say Keen and Big been rich

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Marlo]
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the slums, niggas knowin’ how we come
A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, that’s where I’m from
I’m from the bricks where we ain’t have shit
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town
This that real A-Town, yeah this that real A-Town

Lil Baby – My Dawg (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Deja keep on callin’
She say she ready to pull up
As soon as I get that back end
I’ma pay hundred for her nails
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you

[Verse 1]
Hundred thousand dollars on my neck
‘Nother fifty thousand on my wrist
Every nigga with me real rich
Niggas havin’ pressure ’bout a bitch
I got all my cases dismissed
I don’t go back and forth on the internet
Real niggas don’t get into that
I’m tryna get in her mouth, for real
I’m tryna get in her mouth
Me and my dawgs, me and my dawgs
We tryna run in your house
We want them bricks, we want the money
You can keep all of the pounds
I can’t be fuckin’ these lil bitty bitches
’cause they be runnin’ they mouthes
I’m really runnin’ H-Town
Frank Mueller watch for my wrist
‘Nother thirty thousand in my fit
Codeine all in my piss
I don’t take drugs no more
Baby mama trippin’ ’bout a bitch
I’m just tryna take care my kid
I been in the trenches getting rich
I don’t know another way to go

[Chorus]
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Deja keep on callin’
She say she ready to pull up
As soon as I get that back end
I’ma pay hundred for her nails
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you

[Verse 2]
Bust down Rollies for the clique
Got these bitches dancing on the dick
They gon’ wait in line for this drip
I’ma give her mine then dip
I’ma try to kill her for the real
Thirty thousand dollars in my ear
I ain’t gotta sign no deal
Made a half a mil last year
I just came home from the can
Twenty days, whole hundred bands
Got a nigga feelin’ like the man
All these bitches knowin’ who I am
Hit the ground running, I ain’t playin’
Put a hundred bricks in the van
Give a thousand pounds to my man
Blow the money fast as I can
Signed to the streets, no advance
Bitches tryna rip me out my pants
‘Cause they heard a youngin’ gettin’ bands
They ain’t know that I ain’t goin’ for nothin’
Only gave the bitch a couple hundred
Big dawg, nigga you a runner
Run off on the plug, change my number
Drop top coupes for the summer

[Chorus]
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Deja keep on callin’
She say she ready to pull up
As soon as I get that back end
I’ma pay hundred for her nails
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you

[Outro]
Dawgs
Just me and my dawgs
We gon’ take ’em down two in a row
We gon’ take ’em down two in a row
We gon’ take ’em down two in a row
Just me and my dawgs
I’ma pay hundred for her nails
I’ma pay hundred, I’ma pay hundred for her nails

Lil Baby – Dates (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

[Verse 1]
Young niggas really paved the way
Pussy nigga tryna ride the wave
Young nigga want a bankroll
Try me, I’ma break a nigga, woah
C Note with me, got a four-five
Nigga ain’t lettin’ shit slide
Tiger told me fuck it, let ’em ride
Told me fuck it, go and spend a block
I keep them blue hundreds like an ATM
You can’t pull up in lil Cali, it ain’t safe out here
Keep some shooters with me, they keep K’s on them
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan, tryna break the rim
Quarter million dollars on me
Ballin’ on these niggas, Curry
Still screamin’ fuck the police
Nigga ain’t gettin’ shit from me
DC in the cut with a MAC-10
Quan in the back with a Draco
All my niggas slidin’ when I say so
All my niggas slidin’ when I say so

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

[Verse 2]
Look out for my people
Sellin’ all this reefer
Servin’ like it’s legal
Pull up in the Regal
Went to school to fuck the teachers
Shooting shots from the bleachers
These niggas didn’t believe me
I had to show ’em, made ’em see me
Pull up full pockets for a thigh pad
I got all these niggas big mad
Bitches tryna get some get back
Lil bitty bitch get back
Nigga’s bitches riding pom poms
My lil niggas goin’ straight dumb
I ain’t Lil Weezy but a hot boy
I can’t wait to smash on a call call
These niggas sweet like poptarts
Drive the Hellcat like a hotbox
Party real hard, I’m a rockstar
Rudy in the cut, he a top shotter
If I send the word you a done dada
These niggas broke, got no dollars
I’ma run the money up, no problem
I don’t give a fuck about nobody

[Chorus]
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I can’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
I don’t go on dates, I don’t wait, I fuck first day, yeah
Flooded Pateek, flooded Patek, whatever you call it
My niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’, my niggas ballin’
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots
We gon’ go to war with everybody, all my niggas shootin’ headshots

Lil Baby – My Drip (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches

[Verse 1]
Plug talk, I can put you on
Hundred bags of gas, get ’em gone
Made a couple digits off a phone
Diss me, I won’t put you in a song
All my youngins put in work
They gon’ put you on a shirt
The last nigga got murked
I prayed about it at church
All I think about is drinkin’ syrup
I been gettin’ faded, poppin’ percs
All my diamonds water, you can surf
Porsche 911, it’s a vert
Oh they doin’ that, I did it first
Fuck you give me ten for a verse
Nightmares, I’m gon’ be the worst
All my problems put ’em in a hearse
Fuck her good, buy that bitch a purse
Eat the pussy, blame it on the perc
Nigga you was rappin’, you a jerk
I was really trappin’, nigga servin’
Quarter million, put it in the air
Grover called me, told me that it’s there
Rich nigga rockin’ Montclair
Change of plans, I ain’t playin’ fair

[Chorus]
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches

[Verse 2]
Givenchy, givenchy, givenchy
I rock givenchy, I do this shit for a living
The narcs in the hood, they been trippin’
All in my business, so all my rental cars tinted
Boy I ain’t been broke in a minute, I swear I been gettin’ it
Still sendin’ packs to the prison
Run the money all the way up, wonderful feeling
Bust down Rollies came from scratch
Catch a nigga slipping, do him bad
Take a nigga’s shit, won’t give it back
Half a bag, get a nigga whacked
Wreck the Masi, go and get a Jag
Hellcat goin’ real fast
Fuck 12, I ain’t goin’ back
Do it for the shit I never had
Niggas droppin’ songs ’cause they mad
They don’t wanna see me with a bag
A lot of times I just wanna spazz
But I fall back and just laugh
I won’t let you trick me out my spot
Niggas having pressure ’bout a thot
These bitches lovin’ the crew
We take ’em down by the two

[Chorus]
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches

Lil Baby – Minute (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Intro]
You digg?
You know what I’m sayin’, I’m on that 4PF shit
You know what I’m sayin’, I’m on that flooded Patek shit
I’m on that iced out Rollie shit, you digg

[Chorus]
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
I’m a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain’t rented it
All the cars came tinted
All the cars came tinted
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
I’m a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain’t rented it
All the cars came tinted
All the cars came tinted

[Verse 1]
Hellcat, no scam pack, got a demon too
Beamer truck with the frog eyes, nigga who is you?
I’m gettin’ money like Raf dudes
I ain’t even sold a record fool
All this money on me and it’s blue
Neighborhood seem so [?] coupe
If I don’t do shit I’ma get me a check and I swear I’ma die ’bout these riches
These bankrolls too big for these bitches
I heard that these niggas be snitches
I can’t fuck with none of these new bitches
They can’t wait to tell a nigga’s business
I’ma stay on they ass ’til I’m finished
Run it up, it only took a minute
Fake daps and the fake hugs, most of these niggas be some haters
Salt don’t kill players, these bitches still need favors
I done ran this shit way up
I can hear ’em screamin’ wait up
Drippin’ on ’em, I got flavor
Lil nigga get your weight up

[Chorus]
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
I’m a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain’t rented it
All the cars came tinted
All the cars came tinted
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
I’m a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain’t rented it
All the cars came tinted
All the cars came tinted

[Verse 2]
Percocets got me traumatized
Nigga try me it’s gon’ be a homicide
They gon’ run and hide when it’s gunfire
Nigga I ain’t lettin’ shit slide
They gon’ patrol with me, bitch I’m a G
I’ma make ’em fear it, respect it, or [?] it
I’m one of the real ones, tunnel vision on the way to the millions
Keep me a check, flooded Patek
I fuck with lil shawty, I bought her a Rollie
Pussy niggas tellin’ lies, they don’t know me
The same niggas talkin’ down probably owe me
You a big dawg and I’m a big dawg but they know they motherfuckin’ difference
Pushin’ pounds, LA Fitness
I got twenty killers with me
I’ma go all the way this year, put it on my son
He gon’ be a don, I’ma pop it ’til I’m done
Start throwin’ dubs if I run out of ones
These niggas know how we come
Short dracos with the big old drum
Run through it fast, I’ma break my thumbs, yeah

[Chorus]
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
I’m a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain’t rented it
All the cars came tinted
All the cars came tinted
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
Keep me a check, I ain’t got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin’ meant it
I’m a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain’t rented it
All the cars came tinted
All the cars came tinted

Lil Baby – Life (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna live my life
Moon rocks, on stars, straight cash, no cards
Livin’ life like stars, thankin’ god every day we finally winning
You was ‘posed to my nigga, right here with me
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight

[Verse 1]
Push start cars, we can’t fall
Started from the bottom now we here
Ran me up a mil, it took a year
Watch my closest niggas disappear
We ridin’ drop tops whips in the summer
She keep checkin’ in ’cause she know that I’m a winner
We gon’ skip town just for dinner
We gon’ keep it gutter, don’t have no one in our business
Draped down in Fendi, she rockin’ the latest
She say I’m the greatest, if I’m ollie then you later
Took a trip to the Barbados, and I’m still on paper
Shout out to my haters, they been motivating me lately
Came to fuck the game up, had to switch the wave up
Fuck me just don’t lay up, on this codeine I can’t stay up
Pitch a dub in a motor, just so they can’t catch me
They tried to arrest me ’cause I’m icy like Wayne Gretzky
I’m a big bear like Tee Grizzley, these fuck niggas be sneak dissin’
This FN gon’ stay with me, a nigga play that’ll be the reason
G5 gon’ for a lot of seasons, Saks Ave, we done did Niemans
Them millions comin’, I can damn see ’em
Long live Frank, I can see him breathin’
I got ten traps and they all beamin’
We done fucked the game up
They blowin’ my name up
I just want the money, fuck the fame cuz
Came to switch the game up

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight

[Verse 2]
If tomorrow ain’t promised then why should I wait?
If times still gon’ be hard then why should I pray?
Seen my niggas stayed away, from a cage to a grave
Solid niggas turned fake, seen it happen every day
Didn’t expect it to happen, I thought you was solid
Still can’t believe you not right here beside me
The money in front me, the bullshit behind me
My nigga forever, I thought we was riders
When we caught them cases before it was kept quiet
I just lost a friend to some gun play
Put my main bitch on the runway
Still servin’ packs on the one way
Pad thai Sunday, we gon’ blow up one day
Magic on a Monday, shout out to the strippers
Lately I been feelin’ it on another level
Savin’ all the extras, I gotta be different

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight
I’m just tryna live my life
They say I ain’t living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Hopin’ for tomorrow, livin’ for tonight

Lil Baby – Narcs (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 1]
I’m rockin’ Balmains like they cheap
I brought out all hundreds and it’s neat
I ride in foreign cars like I’m Meech
Punchin’ on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week, week
Saved by the bell like I’m Screech, Screech
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don’t reach
I’m on that timeline, niggas watchin’
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I’m rockin’ Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck
They told me go get it and I went and got it
Lil nigga I’m the one that got it poppin’
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin’ niggas talkin’
But when I pull up on them niggas’ head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga fuck cops

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pussy nigga hatin’, pocket watching
Hope that they ain’t forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin’ for a minute, I been really really gettin’ it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nigga to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show ’em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin’ with the mobsters
He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that’s a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of ’em
Get to the money, I’m racin’
Bitch better check my trap, I’m gettin’ money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon’ die
Youngins screamin’ what’s the price? I can’t wait to let ’em slide
It’s gon’ be a homicide
I ain’t gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

Lil Baby – Ride Or Die (feat. Marlo & Bite Da Don) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
All I know is play for keeps, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week
Niggas screamin’ we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin’ ’til it lock
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I know my mama prayin’ for me, it’s kinda hard for her to sleep
When she hearin’ I got beef and I’m really in the streets
But she know her son a G, ain’t gon’ fold, ain’t told
I ain’t rolled, when the pressure was on I bust chrome
Six o’clock on the dot, niggas still at the spot
Got a play for three blocks, I might serve ’em or take ’em off
I’m tryna figure it out, fuck it I’ma figure it out

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
All I know is play for keeps, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week
Niggas screamin’ we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin’ ’til it lock
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die

[Verse 2: Marlo]
I’m up early in the morning tryna run me up a bag
But a nigga on the run ’cause the narcs on my ass
I’m slidin’ in the I, nigga I’m slidin’ in the I
And it’s for a pocketful but a nigga playin’ for keeps
And a nigga got a drum ’cause a nigga in the streets
So I’m grindin’ I, nigga I’m grindin’ I

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
All I know is play for keeps, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week
Niggas screamin’ we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin’ ’til it lock
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die

[Verse 3: Bite Da Don]
They havin’ pressure ’bout these hoes, we havin’ bags of this shit
I got four pockets full and coupe around my wrist
Know I play for keeps I got paper out the street
Pull up at your spot, air that bitch out for a week
I finessed ’em out the cash, Rudy bought the jeep
I was in the flat with beat, we got dracos for the beef
I ain’t lyin’ I’m a beast, them hoes say y’all niggas cheapskates
Duffel bag full of cash like I hit the sweepstakes

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
All I know is play for keeps, I ain’t slept in ’bout a week
Niggas screamin’ we got beef, shell casings in the street
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die
Sixteen on the block, had to run me up some guap
Turn some soft into a rock, keep on whippin’ ’til it lock
You gon’ ride or die, you gon’ ride or die

Lil Baby – Stendo (feat. 4Pf Dt) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Intro: Lil Baby]
4PF shit, ya digg?
Them hot boys with me
Long live Jimmy, wish he was still with me
Swear to god every day I wish lil one was still livin’
Lean fuckin’ with my kidney, but I’ma keep on sippin’ yeah
Yeah I’ma keep on sippin’

[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Fourteen with a bankroll
Only god knows all the shit that I been through
Dead broke when the rent due
I stayed down for the come-up now I’m stunting with my whole crew
Young niggas who with me ’bout whatever, they get cheddar
Boss up on them niggas, I done reached another level
Had some soda and some yola and I put that shit together
Hot boys thuggin’, I try to tell ’em do better
I was on the rock gettin’ paper
I ain’t have no time for no hater
All these bitches tell me they gon’ chase me
I don’t chase it, I’m not a chaser

[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Hundred rounds on the draco
Lil D, he gon’ shoot when I say so
All I know is real lives but my niggas on go
I’ma stand up on the block like a fuckin’ light pole
Wish I would’ve stayed in school but I didn’t
My mama tried to show me the right way but I didn’t listen
But now I’m in the spot, on [?] streets, in the kitchen
And I’m fifteen but I ran up them digits (I ran them digits up)
Dracos like YoungBoy
I’m a young boy
Tommy gun boy
Just for fun boy
Breakin’ in cars, we used to rob, it was hard
We used to starve, we came far

[Chorus: Lil Baby & 4PF DT]
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco
Who the fuck want smoke, nobody
I was fourteen with a bankroll, mask off
Forty on my hip, I lay low
Got some bros that’ll shoot when I say so
They’ll spray a hundred rounds out the draco

[Outro: 4PF DT]
Dracos
Dracos, dracos, dracos
Stendos, stendos, stendos
Dracos, dracos, dracos
Stendos, stendos, stendos
And we throwin’ up them fours
And we pourin’ up them fours
Screamin’ free all of the bros
Yeah yeah yeah

Lil Baby – Large (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Maybach parked outside
Take up two parking spots
Barely old enough to drive
I been gettin’ way too high
Livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large
Everybody livin’ large
Livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large, livin’ large
Everybody livin’ large

[Verse]
Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don’t see nobody
Pink toes, long hair, runnin’ ’round the lobby
Livin’ large every day like I hit the lottery, livin’ large
Five star restaurants
Watchin’ Floyd fight, we in the front
Hawks game, we on the floor
Niggas’ bitches dirty bird me, Julio
Take my dogs all around the globe
Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go
Stickin’ to the code, ain’t gon’ never fold
I’ma stand up like a man, that’s what I was told
Hoppin’ off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin’ free Steve
We done had a damn good year, you wouldn’t believe
I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands
Dashboard say two twenty-five, I’m ’bout to do it
Percocet and molly on my ass, I’m ’bout to lose it
We been countin’ cash for three hours, gettin’ to it
I don’t care if they never found the body, I don’t watch the news
So much money on the floor like we just left a move
Shootouts in broad day with the cops
Nigga it ain’t safe on my block
Nigga came a long way from rocks
I can not go home without the guap
We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot
We don’t stop at stop signs, I’ma keep going
Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool
Remember gettin’ that J to check us in when we was in high school
Hellcat goin’ real fast
Hopin’ I don’t crash, I’m just tryna stay focused

Lil Baby – Pink Slip (feat. Young Thug) (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it
Human trafficking, they go from border to border
I’m on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy
I stuffed two hundred ounces in a Pamper
Oh that’s your señorita? She goin’ too
Read my glasses, that’s a hundred racks and
Read my glasses, that’s a hundred racks and
Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these
Money old, got it colored like Monopoly
She can’t control me, baby got no lock on me
Driveway got the foreigns in it
I whipped up a ‘Rari, caught lil shawty off a backboard
Peep out the window with that K like Michael Maxwells
I bless lil’ shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain’t gotta ask for it
I drop some racks for it, ayy

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Sippin’ on codeine, I got a problem
I be with them gangsters and them robbers
Have a nigga lookin’ for who shot ya
Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas
I’m gon’ get ’em in for the cheap
And them bitches go for twenty-three
I know that these niggas envy me
And won’t stop until I reach the T-O-P, I’m at the top
I’m acting crazy again, I had your lady again
Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz
She know I’m a real one, she smell it
She do whatever I tell her
She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on necklace
I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah yeah
Diamonds on my neck, I got ’em frozen
Water on my wrist came from the ocean
Every nigga with me get them loads in
Only with the bros who put them fours in
Pink slip

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
This the type of shit I used to ask for
Remember down bad, I had to ask for it
Damn I’m out of lean, I poured my last four
Now my car say two hundred on dashboard
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah yeah
All my diamonds on me, yeah they shining
When I made parole that’s perfect timing
Range Rover look pregnant with the body
Presidential tint so I can’t see nobody
Your bitch on my hitlist ’cause she’s a hottie
I know once I get in it I’m gon’ ride it
I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that
Bitches be walkin’ up on me, niggas be actin’ like groupies, get back
Gettin’ to the money since like this high
Now I’m lil big homie all on this side

Lil Baby – Survive Da Motion (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions

[Verse 1]
First of all let me say
Free Lil Jacques and D
Man they been gon’ for a long while
Two lifes plus eight five, they got a long time
Damn they got my dawgs in a jam
Free all of my dawgs out the can
Stand on my two feet just like a man
In the yard goin’ hard, when I touched down I had a plan
Twenty days, a hundred bands, I did that
You come from the jungle, I can dig that
You can’t tell me nothin’ ’bout the struggle
Man these streets I’m really in ’em, every day I had to live that

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions

[Verse 2]
Keep my heart open
I been heart broken
Every soda that I drink it got lean inside it
Every nigga who ain’t with me swear they livin’ inside me
Pour me up some syrup so I can focus
I’m just tryna survive the motions
In the meantime, gotta by my mama a new Benz
Came out hard on them niggas
Fuck who ain’t with me, I don’t need friends
Niggas mad at me ’cause they hoes on my drip
Nigga fall back ‘fore that ho get you killed
Had to crawl back, lost a whole quarter mil
Fuck you and them niggas that’s with you, that’s how I feel

[Chorus]
Hopin’ that they never find us
Promise they gon’ try to hide us
But fuck ’em, I’m buckin’, they gon’ have to do they job
I’ma tape before I star
Every day it was hard, I been golden since the start
Duckin’ feds, runnin’ the cars
In the streets ain’t no awards
So this Rollie be my trophy
I’m just tryna survive the motions
I’m just tryna survive the motions

Rick Ross – On Everything (Geechi Liberachi Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
(DJ Khaled!)
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah yeah

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Ay, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you, my nigga
So you already know I’d kill for you
Boss

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Diamonds drippin’ on me, she know who the one
Two-seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she drippin’ puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
Fuck a fashion, we could match in my Hermès seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches postin’ niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m gettin’ richer, trickin’ seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see me or that’s on television
Chasin’ a hundred million, baby, that’s my natural ambition
Boss

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I took my life and bossed it up
I took the risk, coin-tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stare that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch, get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule
It’s only room for improvement
And I realized all I ever needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest, boy, so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me, nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me, nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says: "You got a good girl, she’s a keeper."
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ether’d
Yeah, they don’t really fuckin’ feel me
Man, but when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles’
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled fuckin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and got the key to the city, lil nigga

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Matchin’ condo, matchin’ Rollie
That’s on everything (straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah

Rick Ross – Kyrie (Geechi Liberachi Album)

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – Dead Presidents (Geechi Liberachi Album)

Rather you than me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it

I’m pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can’t trust no people fucking with the Reverend
I got a chopper, boy don’t make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and know the password
Gave me his blessings, boy I’m hotter than the last verse

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
The murder’s on the news, all front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
I’m in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Loafers and the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy Prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

Rayven Justice – All Night (feat. Surfa Solo) (Wavy Justice Album)

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah

[Verse 1: Surfa Solo]
Got Xannie with lean, I turn to a fiend
Got guns with beems, rings and things
Thots on they way, I’m ready to play
And all of that ass is here to stay
I’m fucking in broad day, in cars and highways
The mall and in the clubs, Im drunk, I’m turnt up
I leave, I’m gon’ fuck
Tell your bitch wassup and your bitch wassup

[Pre-Hook: Surfa Solo & Rayven Justice]
All my bitches baddest
They look so good, attractive
Your name, I forgot it
But that ain’t the topic

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah

[Verse 2: Rayven Justice]
I wanna see you work, work, work, work, work
Let me see you twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Scream out my name when you ride it
I go insane when I’m inside it
All of that ass is so appealing, appealing
That pussy got me grinning, grinning
Just you baby, don’t be scared
Wanna fuck you good, wanna fuck you right here
I don’t remember your name
But I know I like your frame
I gotta earn my stripes
Even if it take all night

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah

[Verse 3: Surfa Solo]
Killing pussy with swag
Your other nigga was trapped
I don’t get in my feelings
I just get in these women
One hell of a being
Feels sexy in it
I don’t need a reason
Mike Jack, I beat it
I leave her agitated
All these thots related
Champagne, champagne, I’m too faded
All night baby, come roll with me
All night baby, come roll this tree

[Pre-Hook: Surfa Solo & Rayven Justice]
All my bitches baddest
They look so good, attractive
Your name, I forgot it
But that ain’t the topic

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I don’t even know your damn name
Think I drunk too much champagne
This Henny got a nigga rolling
I ain’t leaving ’til the morning
I want it all night
I don’t care if your mama in the house
I want it all night
You gon’ get this, you gon’ get this
I want it all night
Nothing gonna make you scream girl
I want it all night
Yeah

Rayven Justice – Another (Wavy Justice Album)

[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out

[Verse 1]
Need a fix
You know how a nigga get
Swear to God, I been feining all day
Need you to bring that ass right away
Got you calling me daddy when I’m in it
Had you screaming out loud, wait a minute
Now your nigga blowing up your damn phone
After we done, you better take your ass home, babe

[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need

[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no way
I could ever let you slide my way
Don’t give a fuck about your man
Hope you get it, hope you really understand
Take you down as soon as you came in
Round 2, had to do it again
All these niggas mad at me cause you they bitch
How could you blame me, my nigga, she thick

[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need

[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out

[Pre-Hook]
These niggas be so mad
They bitch be so bad
I like what I see
She got what I need

[Hook]
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Pussy so good, I’m ’bout to pass out
Then I hit that when I put that cash out
Hit it so good, she had to tap out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out
Got another nigga bitch with her ass out

Rayven Justice – R.E.A.L. (feat. Dni Mike) (Wavy Justice Album)

[Verse 1: Rayven Justice]
My mama need me, my daddy need me
Niggas plottin’ on me, yeah
My brother got shot, that changed a whole lot
The city was in a struggle, oh
No love in these streets, cried for 3 weeks
I thought it was a dream
These niggas you gotta watch, bitches you gotta watch
This hatin’ shit won’t stop

[Pre-Hook: Rayven Justice]
I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
Get outta my face, niggas be actin’ all day
Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real

[Verse 2: DNI Mike]
Rest in peace my brother Norm, these cold streets did him wrong
He just left, ten minutes later get a phone call that he gone
Damn, I wish I would never let you go alone
That’s on the gang, if I was there, you would have made it home
I gots to keep this shit real
That happened 3 years ago and it’s hurtin’ me still
Niggas tryna get to know me, keep this shit real
Niggas fake, no new friends dawg so fuck how you feel
How you feel Rayv? That’s how I feel too
You feel lost in these streets, I feel lost too
I swear thing ain’t been the same since I lost you, brother
But I hold shit down ’til the next time I cross you, brother

[Pre-Hook: Rayven Justice]
I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
Get outta my face, niggas be actin’ all day
Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real

[Pre-Hook: Rayven Justice]
I’m lost in these cold streets, just tryna find myself
You tryna get to know me, nigga, I don’t know myself
Get outta my face, niggas be actin’ all day
Ones that love you still hate, all of these bitches be so fake

[Hook: Rayven Justice]
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real
I gotta keep that shit real

Rayven Justice – Between Your Thighs (feat. Young Greatness) (Wavy Justice Album)

[Hook]
Can’t lie girl I need it, I need it your feining
Cause I been working hard all day, your body I love it
I cannot control it, you make a nigga feel this way
I swear girl I’m on my way, so anxious how can I wait?
But as soon as I get inside
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs

[Verse 1]
It’s been a long day, I’ve been working all day
Can’t believe I’m still here, I don’t wanna be here
All I can think, open ’em my baby at home for me
Hoping that she ready to jump on me, hoping that she ready to hump on me

[Pre-Hook]
What should the liquor mean? What should a sucker mean?
Wish you to fuck with me
Wish you to ride on me, hope you can take the D
After, get high with me babe

[Hook]
Can’t lie girl I need it, I need it your feining
Cause I been working hard all day, your body I love it
I cannot control it, you make a nigga feel this way
I swear girl I’m on my way, so anxious how can I wait?
But as soon as I get inside
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs

[Verse 2]
Fuck the neighbours, finna fuck your ass on the table
Oh yeah, baby, open your legs I just wanna taste it
Oh yeah, got you screaming out loud, come and knock your lights out
You’re making too much noise, forgot that this was your mom’s house

[Pre-Hook]
What should the liquor mean? What should a sucker mean?
Wish you to fuck with me
Wish you to ride on me, hope you can take the D
After, get high with me babe

[Hook]
Can’t lie girl I need it, I need it your feining
Cause I been working hard all day, your body I love it
I cannot control it, you make a nigga feel this way
I swear girl I’m on my way, so anxious how can I wait?
But as soon as I get inside
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Can’t lie girl I need it, I need it your feining
Cause I been working hard all day, your body I love it
I cannot control it, you make a nigga feel this way
I swear girl I’m on my way, so anxious how can I wait?
But as soon as I get inside
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs
Put my face in between your thighs

Lil Wayne – Changed It (New Chapter Album)

I did it for everybody out here on they own
I did it for the ones who walk a mile in them cages
And never tell me no
Come get me when I fall, and tell me when I’m wrong
But you should know I bought ’em
I changed, I changed
They say that shit the same, it ain’t the same, though
I changed, I changed
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same shit
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same shit
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
The big 3 on the court, bitch hit them bleachers
I don’t wanna have to break bad like it screeches
A bitch out in Atlanta eating them peaches
A bitch got more bars than where Big Meech is
No, you can’t bone it, nigga, ain’t no Lisa here
She gon’ dread dissin’ Nicki like Lisa hair
I buy, lil nigga, ain’t no leaser here
The bitch gambled her career, now it’s gon’ be severe
I ain’t just be watchin’ bitches pitfalls
Stop doin’ pills, but bitch don’t withdrawals
I am in my mansion rockin’ pink drawers
I leveled up, bitch, I switch flows
MJ to the teens, I am Billie Jean and them bitches my sons
I’m doin’ it for fun, I am the first number, tell them bitches I won
This hoe gettin’ slick, so I put on gym shoes and extended my run
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches never change up
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
No more CMB shit, I changed it
Young Money shit, Mula Gang shit
Different hoes doing the same shit
Poppin’ pills, we don’t know where the pain went
Lit like high beams, sippin’ on my lean
Rippin’ off my wings, knife out my spleen
Yeah, Carter time, I put bling on for the time
She changed her ringtone to one of mine, I changed 23s to 45s
Lil Tune like autotune, I get in her throat and she harmonize
She get the D and ooh la la la, and when she leave, I kumbaya
I whip it up with the left hand, I don’t fuck with the yes man
I get younger by the second, I don’t rust like Def Jam
It’s a must I expand, and flex on my ex-team
Have sex on my jet ski, text my chef, told ’em "Let’s beef"
Changing girls, change is fine
She don’t like girls, change her mind
Change the world, change my line
Never ever change my slimes
Changing looks, changing lies, changing skies, changing lanes
Me, Minaj, and Champagne changed the game
And y’all chump change
I’m just sayin’
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I’m icin’ up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches never change up
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they on the same
Oh my God, I changed
Oh my God, they still on the same
You can’t say nothin’, you can’t say nothin’
You end up everywhere you say you wasn’t
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that’s your cousin?
I don’t do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula Gang, Gang, Gang
That your boyfriend? That shit disgusts me

Birdy Nam Nam – Cadillac Dreams lyrics

Love life, drive slow
Let the stars hidden in your mind glow
Cadillac dreams,

Pack your troubles in the trunk of the limousine
Black lights, high heels
A fine lady moving in her tight jeans
Move slowly if you wanna get to know me

Love life, drive slow
Let the stars hidden in your mind glow
Cadillac dreams,
Pack your troubles in the trunk of the limousine
Black lights, high heels
A fine lady moving in her tight jeans
Move slowly if you wanna get to know me

Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies
Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies
Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies
Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies

Cadillac dreams,
Vack your troubles in the trunk of the limousine
Take your time if you wanna get to know me

Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies
Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies
Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies
Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies
Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies
Hit the switch, visualize
Read the lights in the California skies

JUA – Today Will Never Come Back lyrics

I woke up this morning
With a brand new point of view
On the wide world that surrounds me
And what I must get through

Today will never come back
That’s why I do things now
I know I’m on the right track
And it feels just right, now

I’ve learn a lot about myself
I’ve struggled and passed the test
A fire burns inside me
I know that I deserve the best

Today will never come back
That’s why I do things now
I know I’m on the right track
And it feels just right, now

Ain’t life amazing, just great
Destiny and me, hand in hand
Ain’t life amazing, just great
Dreams come true, sky turned blue
Sky turned blue, sky turned blue

Today will never come back
That’s why I do things now
I know I’m on the right track
And it feels just right, now