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Bebe Rexha – (Not) The One (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

[Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful?
I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kranium]
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
I treat you so damn good, yet you can’t see it
Worryin’ ’bout things I haven’t done lately

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Kranium
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s true)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha]
Yeah, you’re getting [?] now
Boy, you better get it back now
Step it up, or you’re gonna have to step out
Right now, better show me what you got now
Give me love, give me life
Better give it too me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Kranium]
I bought you roses (I did)
Do all the things I’m supposed to do (Open your eyes, baby)
Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (Oh, girl)
Baby, what you putting me through?

Bebe Rexha – Comfortable (feat. Kranium) (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

[Intro: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
When was the last time that you called me beautiful?
I don’t need to hear it, but it’d be nice to know
And I don’t remember the last time I got off on ya
Cause you get off on me, but I get off alone
You better give it to me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Kranium]
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
[?], please give me a [?]
[?] supposed to be
I can’t [?] if every single [?] to get to me
I treat you so damn good, yet you can’t see it
Worryin’ ’bout things I haven’t done lately

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Kranium
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That’s true)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha]
Yeah, you’re getting [?] now
Boy, you better get it back now
Step it up, or you’re gonna have to step out
Right now, better show me what you got now
Give me love, give me life
Better give it too me when I want it
I shouldn’t have to ask for it
Give it to me when I want it, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
So, baby, tell me, why you never buy me flowers no more?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable
Why you never wanna open my door?
You’re getting comfortable, you’re getting too comfortable, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re getting too comfortable, comfortable
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Kranium]
I bought you roses (I did)
Do all the things I’m supposed to do (Open your eyes, baby)
Yeah, nothing that I do is good enough for you (Oh, girl)
Baby, what you putting me through?

Bebe Rexha & Florida Georgia Line – Meant To Be (All Your Fault Pt. 2 Clean Version EP)

[Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?
I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at?
Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

MoneyBagg Yo – Vent (Flex Freestyle) (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?
I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at?
Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

MoneyBagg Yo – Important (Federal 3X Album)

[Verse 1]
All this ice on me, I’m cold, I need a Montclair
All this water on me, I’m wet, I need some swim gear
I fuck bitches by the threes, I don’t do the pairs
And I only fuck with the gang, I don’t do the squares
She call me daddy when she see me, yeah she glad to see me
I was starvin’, now you see me on your plasma TV
I hit the gas and get on my level, and it take me there
I just might spazz, I just might crash
If they don’t play me fair
Glock nine on me all in my shows, tucked in my underwear
And I’ma blow it if a nigga try me, please don’t take me there
Guap all in my pocket look like thigh pads
When your belt cost a lot she like why sag?

[Chorus]
I leveled up, I feel important
Came up with this without a chorus
About my green like a forest
In your city like a tourist
Where your hood, where your whores at?
If you want problems don’t avoid that
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important

[Verse 2]
I’m hearin’ voices sayin’ flex on ’em
I’m whippin’ dope with the Patek on me
I’m always good, ain’t gotta check on me
She hit me up, she wanna sex on me
I’m a dog, I’m a pit on ’em
Giraffe head, she got a neck on her
Bust in her face, made a mess on her
And she didn’t wipe it off, she just licked on it
The drank got me pudgy, the Audemar floody
I’m on they ass like some Huggies
I know I got clones, they wanna get on
They get in they zone and study
Tell the label open up the budget
Let’s run up them numbers like fuck it
Ropes on me, double dutchin’
I don’t know you so I’m clutchin’
I wasn’t at no BET Awards
I wanted the XXL
They didn’t wanna give me my recognition
Like my shit ain’t hard as hell
Oh well, guess they thought I would fail
I told ’em time will tell
I went and bought my whole squad cars
No I ain’t talkin’ ’bout 12

[Chorus]
I leveled up, I feel important
Came up with this without a chorus
About my green like a forest
In your city like a tourist
Where your hood, where your whores at?
If you want problems don’t avoid that
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important

[Outro]
I leveled up, I feel important
(I leveled up, I feel important)
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important
(I leveled up, I feel important)
I leveled up, I feel important
I leveled up, I feel important

MoneyBagg Yo – Trending (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Like when you hear this type of shit you know the check go right up
Haha
Federal, ugh ugh

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Verse 1]
Ah shit, ah shit
Yeah, I’m on some boss shit
I’m fuckin’ the game good and I just came in it
I’m on some raw shit
I’m fuckin’ your bitch and she grabbin’ and clutchin’ on me
Like she a crawfish
These niggas mosquitos and I might just spray at ’em
Spray at ’em, I’m on some Off! shit
You used to be cool, you used to be aight
Now you my enemy
Got an all black draco with a hundred some shots for ’em
I can shoot for infinity
I won’t go back and for dissing you on no internet
That shit take too much energy
Everybody know that I trained you
Daniel San, you like my mini-me
I’m still hood with it
I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin’ in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
I’m grippin’ the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you tryn’ come for me, damn relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Verse 2]
That lil money you gettin’ ain’t shit to me
I just counted four hundred large nigga
I’m with some hitters that don’t give a fuck
They gon’ leave your ass scarred nigga
Why MoneyBagg run the rap game?
I don’t know, should ask God nigga
I got your bitch, she open for me
I just had a menage with her
Two bitches one me, that’s three federal
Two stacks on the Cartier’s, I can see better
I’m draped in Fendi and the F stand for fuck y’all
Yeah I’m talkin’ ’bout whoever
I bought some choppers with clips that curve on ’em
Just like that C letter
Run up on me if you want to, I heard cry out
Big as Coachella
Ah shit, ah shit
I got them bands on me, they marching
I hit the kushy then pop me a perky
Now I’m kickin’ shit with the martians
Pluto, Mars, no Bruno
I’m number one like my name was Uno
She gave me head, no Nu Gro
Then I got off and skrt-ed off in a two door, hey

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Outro]
I’m still hood with it
I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin’ in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
I’m grippin’ the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you tryn’ come for me, damn relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat

MoneyBagg Yo – Doin It (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, fuck me like you ‘posed to, I’ma go fuck something better
She just wanna eat it off the bone and I’ma let her
She want me to whip it out so she can bend it over
She want me to fuck her like I own her and I choke her
Shakin’ that ass, I like how she doin’ it
Yeah, she gettin’ and I like how she move it
She do what she want, she breakin’ the rules
And that lil pussy stay wet as a pool
Yeah her bag Chanel, she rockin’ Phillipe
Her hair, her nails is always on fleek
Shawty the type to fuck you to sleep
Then clean up the house and cook somethin’ to eat
I call her Evette, I’m comin’ like Jodi
She pop pills ’cause she don’t like smokin’
Takin’ pictures with her ass out, posin’
Shake it, put that ass in motion
She do it, she do it good
She smart but she from the hood
She get money, that’s understood
Like a nigga that lay the wood, yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it

[Verse 2]
She might get all my ones if I tip her
I fell in love with a stripper
I’m at V-Live, I can’t deny
If she bad, I’ma hit her
She say her brother the plug
I worked me a jugg down the middle
I said I was straight
But the ass on her make a nigga reconsider
Yeah, damn, ooh
She got that thang from her mama
She might beat a bitch
But really she want money, fuck the drama
She gon’ hold her nigga down
Knowin’ he ain’t shit, she a hundred
She make plays and call the shots
She a boss bitch, she ain’t a runner
Might fuck up a check on her, check on her
I’m grippin’ her neck on her, neck on her
She fuckin’ on me like she care ’bout me
She say she don’t give it to everybody
She got goals, she pursuin’ it
Name it and I bet she doin’ it
I’m throwin’ up cash and she pick it up
I’m lovin’ this moment, don’t ruin it, yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it

MoneyBagg Yo – Blog (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

[Verse 1]
I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he scared to at me
I’m hitting her from the back and she like fuck my baby daddy, yeah
Fuck his tied ass, fuck that nigga, he ain’t shit
Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
I’m a real nigga, I don’t pillow talk ’bout niggas
He heard rumors ’bout her fuckin’ on that, he said he gon’ kill her
I heard rumors he gon’ spazz out if he ever see me with her
This no rumor, come the right way ’cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy
Why you gon’ make a fake page and DM my bitch and tell her my business
How you gon’ try to deny it, I know it was you, it wasn’t no witness
How you gon’ say you my dog
But you fuckin’ off with the enemy
How you gon’ say you a man
But all in your feelings, you got some bitch tendencies

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

[Verse 2]
How you gon’ say you don’t care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch
I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch
How you gon’ say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up
But on the net talkin’ tough
Gon’ let her come and get you hit up, hey
Fake been a fold, never should I put the police in the business, never would I
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I don’t let it faze me, why you mad? I never understood why
Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz?
Or should I be green, play some get back with her
Fuck her friend, make her mad, ayy
Why you playin’? if we don’t catch you we send shots at your mans
Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a xan
I thought she was smart, she couldn’t play her part
I had to pay her some’
Bitch you had Tiffany on the way, and was gon’ put a new ass on you

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

MoneyBagg Yo – Insecure (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Hello? why the fuck is you just on the phone
You is not at the motherfuckin’ studio, like
Quit playin’ with me
I’m finna FaceTime you right now
Answer your FaceTime

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure?
Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?

[Verse 1]
Let me just make this shit clear, clear
I fuck with you tough, I’m for sure ’bout it
Can’t believe everything that you hear, hear
You gotta stay away from everybody
I got you ridin’ in the year, year
I went and copped you that new Audi
You stayed down, put up with my shit
Back when a nigga was nobody
You gotta accept all the flaws that come with me
I’m tryna build, I ain’t tryna lose ya
You gotta understand bitches tryna trick ya out spot
By spreading the rumors
You so insecure to the point I want cut you off
Every time I leave you think I’m fuckin’ off
I’m goin’ out the same way a nigga came in
Hard, like you ain’t got nothin’ soft
When you in your feelings I give you the dick
Hopin’ it make the situation better
I know this shit new or whatever
But you gotta understand I’m on a whole ‘nother level
How you gon’ criticize my love for you
Bought this out the mall, blew a dub on you
That’s the real me when I hug on you
I fuck with you heavy, ain’t no sub in you, hey

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure?
Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?

[Verse 2]
Why you always actin’ mad?
Always bringin’ up my past
You in your feelings ’bout a ho that don’t matter
Know that I’ll give you my last
Your sister and cousin all in your business
Like girl quit fuckin’ with Bagg
I seen him out of town with another bitch and she don’t look shit like your ass
You gotta ignore the rumors
Can’t let this shit sit on your mind-frame
You got to know when I say it I mean it
I ain’t just playin’ no mind games
You gotta understand I run the streets and shit
‘Cause that’s what I’m accustomed to
I fly you out, thousand dollar flights
First class, just to get close to you
Shit, like I wanna have fun with you
Do shit I never really done with you
You never think to spend time with me
You give these other hoes the attention
I pick you up to slide and vibe
And go wherever that the money gon’ take us
Together we strong, you know them folks hate us
So whatever don’t break us, it’s just gon’ make us

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure?
Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?

MoneyBagg Yo – Foreal (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m poppin’ pills like I’m ill
The drank better come with a seal
Shawty was blessed with some skills
She got me open for real
I told her thirty in the rocks
I’ma blow it, I ain’t boxin’
Twelve pull me over, they ain’t finding shit
I had the pack in my boxers
I got a Cali plug in the heels
He got the best deal for real
Before I was rappin’ I really was trappin’
I made them plays in the field
Now I’m poppin’ bottles and my bitches models
I’m on them drugs at Liv (Miami)
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout Meek, I want mils
The ice on me give her the chills
I gave her a xanny, she took off her panties
And got down and made the dick vanish
I threw back a viking, the soda I’m spiking it
I’m on a whole ‘nother planet

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real

[Verse 2]
I’m on that drank like it’s NyQuil
I’m high as fuck from last night still
I’m back to back with them pills
Ugh ugh, like my ad-libs
When you see me scratchin’, tryna get it together
I been fuckin’ with the yellow
I need some water to hydrate
’cause I’m on both like Drake
We get high as fuck in my Sprinter
I walk to my shows late
She snorted so much dope off the plate
It made her nose ache
My nigga Don trappin’ so hard out the vacants
They got them good rates
I got out of there on the plug, ayy
Got a new one the same day
Yeah I put the codeine on top of the Slushie
It gave me brain freeze
I’m on them perks, lean, and the weed
I call it my main squeeze

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real

MoneyBagg Yo – On Me (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
I just wake up and get my day started like this here
This how I do this shit fool

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

[Verse 1]
My car ain’t got no key, you got to push start it
Pull up in a foreign and valet park it
I’m somewhere in Memphis at a day party
Security trippin’ at the door, we had to Bogard it
Boy your swag on fufu like the free market
I been doin’ this sauce shit since Ed Hardy
He froze up in the action, he a choke artist
My nigga ‘dem don’t miss shit, they scope artists
I need a bitch like Kash Doll, a black barbie
If this rap shit today, on Black I’m back robbin’
All these narcotics I’m takin’ got my head naughty
She eatin’ the dick while bumpin’ me, I got her head nodding

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

[Verse 2]
My homies gangster, uh-huh
I’m talkin’ dangerous, uh-huh
They don’t post no fuckin’ pictures of no bangers, uh-huh
They won’t go to court and point no fuckin’ fingers, uh-huh
In the trenches with ’em, don’t give a fuck ’cause I’m famous, uh-huh
Drop him where he stand, burn him like a tan
They gon’ do it for me, just on my command
Shawty thick as fuck, I wanna get in her pants
She got a man but tonight he ain’t in her plans
Let me show you why the call me MoneyBagg, hundred K large in a Gucci duffle
I got a real check on me, pockets I stuff ’em, hope I don’t bust ’em
Saint Laurents when I walk
You ain’t got these ’cause these here custom
Hittin’ your bitch from the back on the dresser last night
I fucked around scuffed ’em, damn

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

MoneyBagg Yo – Side B! $#Es (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey

[Verse 1]
Sun out, broke the foreign out, it’s a Monday
Hollered at my baby mamas, make sure that my kids straight
Smashin’ off, doin’ the dash boy, headed to Cathy’s house
I thought I was on to somethin’ but that bitch like to run her house
Cut her off, headed to the Nawf, picked up Tracy ‘nem
Rachet ass bitches like to fuck me while I’m tapin’ them
Text message from my old bitch, she on some old shit
Think her name was Kristen and she said she miss her old dick
Oh shit, why you can’t fuck like Ayesha
I got her name in my phone under Water
The pussy so clean I might eat her
Dropped my son off at the schoolhouse, end up fuckin’ his teacher
Kameisha like to smoke my reefer
And ask for hundred dollar sneakers

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey

[Verse 2]
My lil rachet bitch come and eat the dick, come and please a nigga
Hood ho get food stamps, she gon’ fuck and feed a nigga
Classy bitch, never ask for shit, she don’t need a nigga
Young ho, real playful bitch, like a teaser nigga
Rhonda, she a monster, we havin’ funds up
Every time we link, pills and dick go down her tonsils
But I be on chill with Lisa
She always ask for a feature
She so cool, she so trill
I help her out on her bills
I can’t forget about Amber
She hold the work and the hammer
Sometimes I hit her and talk ’bout my problems
She think she got all the answers
CeCe like to fuck me and the gang
She got a think for the clique
Crystal callin’ back to back
Damn, she got a thing for the dick

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey

MoneyBagg Yo – Mind Frame (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout you as I’m scrolling through my call log
Your number still in my contact but I can’t call y’all
Lost my niggas to the streets and it wasn’t even worth it
Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that hurt me, hey
Free Big Larry and every nigga that went fed man
Wouldn’t wish that time on nobody, fuck what they said man
Wouldn’t ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing
I saw my vision, I painted it, made my own lane, hey
Shawty fucked one of my niggas in my circle
I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn hoes gon’ be hoes, nobody perfect
Cut from a real nigga cloth, I’m fuck shit allergic
They say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame fucked up
I won’t put my trust in no one but this Glock on me with one up
I was posted with them packs on me all light until the sun up
Don’t fall for nothin’, always stand up, that’s how I’m gon’ raise my sons up hey

[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey

[Verse 2]
Niggas out here sending threats so it’s murder on my dome
They gon’ pull up and just hop out, we don’t send no shots on songs
My son mama say I’m wrong, she got that lil girl mind-frame
She ain’t built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight
‘Cause my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case
Took my nigga out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer
In Miami with the Dolphins, BGE ’til we in coffins
Mind-frame on I don’t care
Glock nineteen, I’m so aware
You can look and you can stare
It’s blood on me, you touch a hair
Niggas crossed me, said fuck me
Showed me really what it was
Now they callin’, tryna talk
But I can’t reimburse that love, nah

[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey

MoneyBagg Yo – Reckless (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again) (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro: MoneyBagg Yo]
Like, yeah
Ayy see
See I’m a young nigga with this paper, you know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t gon’ even lie, like
Sometimes it get to me, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

[Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just hit me a lick, I just stretched that
I’m on pills in the foreign, I might wreck that
I just copped an AP, I love how it shine
I ain’t took the time to set that
All my young niggas still on that hot shit
I can’t fuck with you, you on that opp shit
All that hatin’ shit, that ain’t gon’ stop shit
I be fly like dude in the cockpit
She textin’ me talkin’ ’bout she want better
She wanna come ’round but I won’t let her
This money got these niggas so jealous
But I keep them straps like Margiellas, hey
Still making sales, fuck 12
If I get caught I make bail (federal)
Pull up servin’ with the tags out
Still got the bales out the schoolhouse
Three shows one night, that’s a paycheck
I just hopped off a Lear G5 jet
Vibin’, stylin’, profilin’
Bad bitch with me, she red like Hi-Tech (red like drank)
Hold up, she might be bad but she don’t listen
Always talkin’ ’bout other bitches (god damn ho)
Send my lil niggas on a mission
I got that power like Fifty

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Flight up to Cali, you know that I bet that
Pull up, show my ass, I’m like where the check at?
Before I walk in I’m like where the perps at?
Turn up at the party, you know I success that
Bitch textin’ me, tryna see where I be at
I told her I’m headed wherever the check is
She said when you comin’ back to where I live?
You need to find you a new me, you lil bitch ass (bitch)
Don’t fuck with me, then say that
Bitch, then say that
I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach
(I chauffeur my car, in the back of the Maybach)
Don’t fix your mouth to say what you gon’ do
I told a ho bitch you know I don’t play that
I walk around with a whole lot of money
Four of your boyfriends couldn’t even make that, ho

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
I just popped a bean, I just threw my neck back
I’m in the latest machine, I hope I don’t wreck it
Bitch threaten me like she gon’ leave (bye bye)
Cool, ain’t gon’ sweat that
You ain’t never got no time for me
I hate when she text that
I just got flagged by the law, I just had a minor setback
Hundred hundred with my dogs
Ten-oh-four, I’m like bet that, ayy
I met the paper, I met that
Neck and my wrist is on wet wet
At the crib, pour where the jet’s at (where the Lear at?)
Name one thing I ain’t best at

MoneyBagg Yo – Mad Face Sad Face (Federal 3X Album)

[Verse 1]
I pull up asking questions like what the business is
Is this a game or is this shit for real?
Even though she mad she still gon’ fuck me still
Ain’t gotta ask no questions, all my diamonds real, hey
And I don’t drink that drank unless I pop the seal
And don’t compare me to no local, I got global skills
If it’s pressure, let me know
If it ain’t then let it go
Smokin’ pressure with your ho
Get her high than burn her out

[Chorus]
I left her with the mad face, sad face
I’m the hottest in this shit, can’t be replaced
I hopped out the Aston then hopped in Wraith
I’m out the hood but my swag outer space
Bitch askin’ questions like are you okay?
I’m like hold up, hold up, bitch stay in your place

[Verse 2]
Now everybody wanna hate and diss
Everybody wanna reminisce
Back when a nigga wasn’t havin’ shit
They tried to ask for shit and I wouldn’t give ’em shit
You wasn’t fucked up, you wasn’t broke with me
Table YG, they on go with me
Got on Tino shoes and a coat with it
Where your hood at? I’ma post in it
You ain’t shit nigga, you a bitch nigga
Fuck you and everybody you with nigga
Ice on my neck and my fist nigga
Look at Mario, he a rich nigga
And I don’t diss, I make statements
Play with me, shit gon’ get crazy
The lean got me drivin’ Ms. Daisy
Boy take this shit off, you fugazi
It just me, a kush blunt, cup of lean in the booth
Pussy nigga I’m the truth
I’m actin’ like I never had shit
Drivin’ the coupe, throwin’ money out the roof
She call me over, I’m smashing
Then I go poof, I got too much shit to do
The pieces I’m rocking expensive
Wet like a pool, shitted on ’em, number two

[Chorus]
Mad face, sad face
I’m the hottest in this shit, can’t be replaced
I go federal, federal, might catch me a case
I just might up the burner on my waist
I just might wig and just spray the whole place
I want the money with Ben on the face
Mad face, sad face
I’m the hottest in this shit, can’t be replaced
Mad face, sad face
I’m the hottest in this shit, can’t be replaced, hey

MoneyBagg Yo – Lately (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Lately, lately
Ugh, yeah, ugh
Federal flow

[Chorus]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna run me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 1]
As soon as I walk in, don’t do the talkin’
I’m knowin’ she gon’ be ready
I’m livin’ the thug life
Scarf tatted around my head like 2Pac Makiavelli
My pockets on fat, I’m playin’ with them racks
So I’m feelin’ extra heavy
I’m surrounded in ice, plus I got the stick on me
You can call me Wayne Gretzky
Lately, lately, I been drippin’ that sauce like gravy
Quarter mil on me, two eighty
Ain’t a thing on me fugazi, yeah
Lately, lately, ain’t gon’ lie, man shit been crazy
Broke the news to my bitch, I just had another baby yeah

[Chorus]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna run me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases

[Verse 2]
Lately I been buckin’
Strap out all in public
Smokin’ pressure, runnin’ red lights
Attitude on fuck it
All my ice on, better not tuck it
I’m scratching off that ‘Tussin
I got folks tryna come ’round that I didn’t hear from when I was nothin’
Just had to cut my bitch off, she was doin’ way too much
How you gon’ fuck with a nigga that ain’t even got your trust
Got niggas out here think I owe ’em, get it in blood
Ain’t got no love for a dud, try me you gon’ catch a slug

[Chorus]
Just had a fallout with my nigga so it’s been fuck him lately
Tryna make everybody happy, shit gonna run me crazy
I’m still prepared for the worst, keep a strap on me daily
It’s just me against the world, how a nigga been feeling lately
Lately, I ain’t been lettin’ nothin’ faze me
Lately, I been countin’ money on the daily
Lately, I been fuckin’ bitches that ain’t basic
Lately, I been servin’ patients, ducking cases, lately

MoneyBagg Yo – Hoe House (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

[Verse 1]
You ain’t my kind, pussy stand in line
Don’t call my phone, when you do I hit decline
See shots gon’ go out, they gon’ ask me ’bout my whereabouts
I was at my ho house with my dick all in that ho mouth
Icebox got my wrist froze, on me seafood, I’m at Pappadeaux
I got my lil young bitch, mouth wide open, trap don’t ever close
I got my lil niggas on some hot shit, ridin’ with dracos
If they catch a charge don’t worry ’bout it, bonds I make those
Thumbin’ through these pesos in the bando with Big Dandro
I went crazy in Guns N Ammo, I must think I’m Rambo
Through money, guns, and crime, BGE, yeah that’s my famo
I handle wicks like a candle
Pull a drive-by out a Lambo

[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

[Verse 2]
Indictment time, niggas out here droppin’ dimes
I’m somewhere layin’ low with my feet up on recline
Don’t pay no mind, I’m just worried ’bout me and mine
You wasn’t straight from the start
You a fraud, I peeped the signs
You lil niggas so behind
You need to catch up like Heinz
Diamonds, ooh they shinin’
Invested fifty in my time
I walk in Christian Loub’s, spike on my shoe like porcupine
Hitters in the trap spot, holdin’ choppers, lookin’ out blinds, yeah
I’m on the grind, ooh I been runnin’ up iron, yeah
My watch ain’t regular, I got them pointers in mine
I got a ho that’s a dime, she never get out of line
She know if she say the wrong thing or speak out of turn
She can get fired

[Chorus]
I issue dope out of my ho house
I count money and blow smoke out
I fuck groupies, I sell shows out
I lost niggas, I pour more out
Ain’t your business, stay in your lane
Ayy don’t speak on shit you don’t know ’bout
All that back and forth talkin’
If it’s real beef then shots gos out, yeah
That’s just how I feel about it, that’s just how I’m feelin’
I’m cruisin’ the foreign with some bunnies, drop the ceiling
Ho callin’ my phone, talkin’ ’bout time, you ain’t mine
Niggas tryna get with the gang, nah, you ain’t my kind

MoneyBagg Yo – Right Now (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places

[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga that’s incarcerated
Before I did he said I’ll make it
I had big dreams, he know I’ll chase ’em
Told me don’t rush it, just have patience
Only drink heavy, hear it in my conversation
I get at the paper with no limitations
Only fuck with my niggas, I’m segregated
They’ll knock that shit off with no hesitation right now
I’m on my high horse shit right now
You the asphalt, I’m in the sky
All you seen was a foreign machine
If I pull off and ride by right now
I ain’t got one, I got two bitches right now
One of ’em say that she doin’ me right now
Other one don’t know what to do with me right now, right now, right now
I’m counting faces, ducking cases
I’m seeing new shit, I’m traveling places
The bitches I’m fuckin’ ain’t no basic
I’m draped in this Gucci, Rachel Davis, yeah
My Rollie be flooded with carats right now
I feel a lil jazzy right now
I’m fuckin’ the baddest right now
She callin’ me zaddy right now, hey

[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

[Verse 2]
When I be on the road and I look out the window I be thinkin’ ’bout Sleepy and Lo
I be thinkin’ ’bout where I was at ‘fore I started gettin’ 20K for a show
I’m in position right now
So I chop up the check with my woes
We got millionaire squad goals
And we not fallin’ out ’bout these hoes, for real
They label me the hottest in it right now
They probably mad ’cause I’m winning right now
Or ’cause I’m ballin’ and they benchin’ right now
I’m grippin’ the semi for tension right now
Your bitch feel me and she with me right now
You tip her but she say I do it better
I’m like fuck a purse, diamonds are forever
Got her shining hard, padded leather, ooh
I ain’t gon’ lie, right now I’m on a couple drugs
Got me super geeked up
I walk to the car while I’m clutching my heater
’cause niggas want stripes like a pair of Adidas
Won’t get ’em off me though
I’m sending shots out, DJ
Now it’s holes in your shirt like Kanye West clothes
I’m solid as they come, I’ll never fold

[Chorus]
I’m pourin’ up lean, I’m throwin’ back pills, I’m deep in the field right now
I’m thinkin’ ’bout niggas I lost, I wish they could see how I live right now
I come from the bottom, I could’ve got shot up, thank god I’m here right
I’m rockin’ red bottoms and you so beneath me, I know you can see ’em right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now
I don’t fuck with you period and that’s how it is right now
All this pain I got in me, I’m holding back tears right now
It’s just me and my niggas and that’s how I feel right now

Thomas Rhett – Sixteen (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don’t get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know"
I’m fifteen, I ain’t green like some ol’ ten year old

[Chorus]
What I wouldn’t give to be sixteen, wild and free
Cruisin’ up and down main in my F-150
Roll the windows down, bass too loud From this burnt CD
I’ll be right where I wanna be when I’m sixteen
Sixteen, yeah

[Verse 2]
Now that I can drive, finally feel alive, but I got this curfew
Sneakin’ in late, smelling like my girlfriend’s perfume
People talk about college and knowledge and that’s alright
But all I’m thinkin’ ’bout is an unsupervised Saturday night

[Chorus 2]
What I wouldn’t give to be eighteen, wild and free
Buzzin’ off a can of the grizzly wintergreen
Lookin’ old enough to pull off this fake ID
I’ll be right where I wanna be
When I’m eighteen
Eighteen, yeah

[Bridge]
I’m old enough to smoke
I’m old enough to vote
But they turn me away when I go to the Cotton Eyed Joe
They say the grass is always greener
And I believe that’s right
But my friends are off to Vegas, they’re leavin’ me behind

[Chorus 3]
What I wouldn’t give to be twenty one, wild and free
Open up a cold one and drink it legally
Chase a bunch of girls, go see the world
Let my wild streak run
I’ll be right where I wanna be
When I’m twenty one, twenty one
(woah, when I’m twenty one)
(yeah, when I’m twenty one, it’ll be alright
(yeah, it’ll be alright, when I’m twenty one)

[Outro]
Now I’m twenty five and I’m drinking wine with my wife at home
Got a couple of dogs and a couple of songs on the radio
And we sit around and we laugh about how we used to be
When all we cared about was turning sixteen

Seether – Betray And Degrade

Those voices yelling
And the pain is overwhelming
It’s a fault line
And yeah I’m guessing
That I should be kind of happy
It’s a fault of mine
With all the tension
You still keep me second guessing
‘Cause I’m so benign
(Go on, go on, go)
And yeah I know
It’s kind of hard to let it go
It’s all so asinine
(Go on, go on, go)
We have to figure out
Another way to go
So I can follow, so I can follow
We have to figure out
Another way to go
Betray and degrade me now
I’ll savor how
This emptiness defines you
And take from this tortured sound
My hands are bound
This shallowness confines you
I’m never the same
I’m never enough
There’s something dead inside me
I fell all alone
And couldn’t get up
With no one there to guide me
We have to figure out
Another way to go
So I can follow, so I can follow
We have to figure out
Another way to go
Betray and degrade me now
I’ll savor how
This emptiness defines you
And take from this tortured sound
My hands are bound
This shallowness confines you
I’m so sick
You make me sick
I’m so sick
You make me sick
I’m never the same
I’m never enough
There’s something dead inside me
Betray and degrade me now
I’ll savor how
This emptiness defines you
And take from this tortured sound
My hands are bound
This shallowness confines you
Sick
You make me sick
Sick
You make me sick

Queens Of The Stone Age – The Evil Has Landed

[Intro]
Yo
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
You will eventually
Some day
One day

[Refrain]
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
I hope you understand I love you more than life itself
And this is nothin’ but your daddy’s thoughts when he was feelin’ empty

[Verse 1]
And everything ain’t always what it seems like on the outside
I fought so many tears so that you would never see the outcry
I never wanted kids until I lived and went through hard times
And became a man that fell in love with someone that my heart finds
But you know how that shit go
Young and reckless, different women part time
And I wasn’t ready for that life yet, I was in my dark prime
Me and your moms ain’t get along and she gave me a hard time
I really think that we just crossed paths at the wrong time
I wasn’t happy when she said she was pregnant
Probably the worst news of my life, that shit was so depressing
I told her she should get an abortion and I really meant it
I’m sorry that I said that shit, yo I was trippin’

[Refrain]
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
I’m sorry, yo

[Verse 2]
And I never wanted a broken home to raise you from a distance
Yeah I’ll admit it, I was scared of that type of commitment
Even hopes of a miscarriage, anything bad that could happen
That’d get me out of that situation, I was livid
I felt like shit about my thoughts, that wasn’t me, I’m different
Plus I was dealing with some demons that I couldn’t live with
I told her she should get an abortion and I really meant it

[Refrain]
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
Hope you don’t hate me, I was selfish, I hope you forgive me
Hope you forgive me

[Verse 3]
And I still remember your baby shower like it was yesterday
And to your mom it was special, me, just another day
I wish that you could see the pictures, all the fake phony smilin’
Had to pretend that I was happy, deep down I was cryin’
Ma asked if I was okay, I turned around and looked away
I was dryin’ all my tears, look back to say yeah
I was lyin’, goddamn, how the hell I get here?
This is it, this supposed to be my life
This ain’t how I pictured it
I never felt so damn alone, but it was more than often
One of the worst days of my life, and I ain’t even lyin’
We argued when we came home, I blame myself for all this
I think that I was holding a grudge ’cause she ain’t get an abortion
I’m sorry
Damn

[Refrain]
And I know you can’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
I can’t believe I tried to hurt you, I hope you forgive me
Please, please

[Verse 4]
And everything ain’t always what it seems like on the outside
I fight so many tears so that you would never see the outcry
I sacrifice my life so you could live it
Peace, want to give you things my father couldn’t give to, me
I think I was raised wrong, and that’s just what it is to me
And if you ask him then his ass gon’ probably disagree
But whatever, whatever
And nothing’s ever made me cry as much as you, I swear
Your smile gives me motivation and some new ideas
My worst fear is always you not knowing who I am
‘Cause I been on the road dreamchasing for you out here
I was the first thing that you opened your eyes to
And the last one that you said goodnight to
I went home and cried to
And I bawled my eyes out, and then watched you
Glad I got you, that’s a blatant fact
And every negative thing I said I swear I take it back

[Refrain]
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
I hope you understand I love you more than I love myself
And this is nothin’ but your daddy’s thoughts when he was feelin’ empty

[Outro]
I was feelin’ empty
I been feelin’ empty
I put my emotions in this music when I’m feelin’ empty
I hope you forgive me
Please, please

Smino – Netflix & Dusse (Live)

[Verse 1]
Would you ever run away with me?
Would you ever take a chance with me?
Would you ever take a leap with me?
Would you ever change the frequency?

[Chorus]
Would you ever?
Would you ever?
Would you ever?
Would you ever?

[Verse 1]
Would you ever run away with me?
Would you ever take a chance with me?
Would you ever take a leap with me?
Would you ever change the frequency?

[Verse 2]
Would you ever hope for a never ending?
Would you ever hope for a new beginning?
Would you ever promise not to break?
Would you ever give chance opportunity?

Would you ever?
Would you ever?
Would you ever?
Would you ever?

[Chorus]
Would you ever?
Would you ever?
Would you ever?
Would you ever?

Would you ever?

Joyner Lucas – Forever

[Intro]
Yo
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
You will eventually
Some day
One day

[Refrain]
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
I hope you understand I love you more than life itself
And this is nothin’ but your daddy’s thoughts when he was feelin’ empty

[Verse 1]
And everything ain’t always what it seems like on the outside
I fought so many tears so that you would never see the outcry
I never wanted kids until I lived and went through hard times
And became a man that fell in love with someone that my heart finds
But you know how that shit go
Young and reckless, different women part time
And I wasn’t ready for that life yet, I was in my dark prime
Me and your moms ain’t get along and she gave me a hard time
I really think that we just crossed paths at the wrong time
I wasn’t happy when she said she was pregnant
Probably the worst news of my life, that shit was so depressing
I told her she should get an abortion and I really meant it
I’m sorry that I said that shit, yo I was trippin’

[Refrain]
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
I’m sorry, yo

[Verse 2]
And I never wanted a broken home to raise you from a distance
Yeah I’ll admit it, I was scared of that type of commitment
Even hopes of a miscarriage, anything bad that could happen
That’d get me out of that situation, I was livid
I felt like shit about my thoughts, that wasn’t me, I’m different
Plus I was dealing with some demons that I couldn’t live with
I told her she should get an abortion and I really meant it

[Refrain]
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
Hope you don’t hate me, I was selfish, I hope you forgive me
Hope you forgive me

[Verse 3]
And I still remember your baby shower like it was yesterday
And to your mom it was special, me, just another day
I wish that you could see the pictures, all the fake phony smilin’
Had to pretend that I was happy, deep down I was cryin’
Ma asked if I was okay, I turned around and looked away
I was dryin’ all my tears, look back to say yeah
I was lyin’, goddamn, how the hell I get here?
This is it, this supposed to be my life
This ain’t how I pictured it
I never felt so damn alone, but it was more than often
One of the worst days of my life, and I ain’t even lyin’
We argued when we came home, I blame myself for all this
I think that I was holding a grudge ’cause she ain’t get an abortion
I’m sorry
Damn

[Refrain]
And I know you can’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
I can’t believe I tried to hurt you, I hope you forgive me
Please, please

[Verse 4]
And everything ain’t always what it seems like on the outside
I fight so many tears so that you would never see the outcry
I sacrifice my life so you could live it
Peace, want to give you things my father couldn’t give to, me
I think I was raised wrong, and that’s just what it is to me
And if you ask him then his ass gon’ probably disagree
But whatever, whatever
And nothing’s ever made me cry as much as you, I swear
Your smile gives me motivation and some new ideas
My worst fear is always you not knowing who I am
‘Cause I been on the road dreamchasing for you out here
I was the first thing that you opened your eyes to
And the last one that you said goodnight to
I went home and cried to
And I bawled my eyes out, and then watched you
Glad I got you, that’s a blatant fact
And every negative thing I said I swear I take it back

[Refrain]
I know you don’t understand my words but you will eventually
And when you get older I hope you don’t hold this shit against me
I hope you understand I love you more than I love myself
And this is nothin’ but your daddy’s thoughts when he was feelin’ empty

[Outro]
I was feelin’ empty
I been feelin’ empty
I put my emotions in this music when I’m feelin’ empty
I hope you forgive me
Please, please

Rayy Dubb – Spaceship

[Intro]
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t even want to stay
I don’t even want to stay
I just want to get away
I don’t even want to
I don’t even want to stay
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
So I blast off, I’m in my spaceship
I don’t even want to stay here
I got bills to go and pay here
I got bitches want to lay here
I blast off I’m in my spaceship
I don’t even want to stay here
I got bills to go and pay here
I got bitches want to lay here
I blast off I’m in my spaceship

[Verse]
I be in the back with your girl playing astro
I be trying to beat it, I be speeding like an astro
You can call me Rayy but I rather go by Django
Flow so deep gotta hold it with a Kangol
I be working hard, so my mind be on go mode
Came from kicking doors into going on tour
Now my money longer than hers and yours
Now you getting mad ’cause god opened up my doors
This shit ain’t right
I’m picking and choosing
The whole time he winning, but the whole time he losing
I never fail, put on for my team
I’m only fifteen but I’m chasing a dream, ayy
This just the life that we live
Smoke weed and carry that drill
My brother out here on the run
I’m hoping he don’t get killed
And man I know I’m up next
That why I got to keep a shield
But they claiming I’m broke
So I blast off I’m in my spaceship

[Chorus]
So I blast off, I’m in my spaceship
I don’t even want to stay here
I got bills to go and pay here
I got bitches want to lay here
I blast off I’m in my spaceship
I don’t even want to stay here
I got bills to go and pay here
I got bitches want to lay here
I blast off I’m in my spaceship

Dustin Lynch – Love Me Or Leave Me Alone

[Verse 1]
I’ve been holding this in
From the very first kiss
And I’ve been losing my mind
Tryina’ keep up like this

[Pre-Chorus]
But we both know that there comes a time
And I hate to sound harsh, or unkind

[Chorus]
Love me or leave me alone
Hold me or just let me go
Cause I’ve felt this fire for so long
So baby love me, love me
Love me or leave me alone

[Verse 2]
If we’re just playin’ along, then we’re just playin’ ourselves
And I don’t want you to know where somebody is
Cause there’s magic between you and I
And I hate this impatience of mine

[Chorus]
Love me or leave me alone
Hold me or just let me go
Cause I’ve felt this fire for so long
So baby love me, love me
Love me or leave me alone

[Bridge]
Cause we both know that there comes a time
And I hate to sound harsh, or unkind

[Chorus]
Love me or leave me alone
Hold me or just let me go
Cause I’ve felt this fire for so long
So baby love me, love me
Love me or leave me

Just love me, love me, love me or leave me alone

Phora – Loyalty

[Hook]
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say, yeah
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say

[Verse 1]
She got missed calls on her phone now
She worth more and she know now
Ex man tryna work it out
But she happy on her own now
‘Cause what’s love when you need someone but they just dont know what it means?
He tried to treat you like a pawn
But he ain’t know you a queen
Checkmate for that lame ass nigga
If I ever see him, I’d prolly fade that nigga
Tried to blame you for the things he did
And he said he made you, but you made that nigga
Like, you too good for him
But you did what you could for him
So now she focused on herself, treat her body right like a new foreign
Kylie Jenner on the lips, yeah
J. Lo with the hips, yeah
She just wanna be appreciated
Cinderella need a prince, yeah
And she say loyalty is all she need right now
Need right now

[Hook]
So you should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say, yeah
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say

[Verse 2]
You learned to let go and you poppin’ now
Fuck what they say and you poppin’ off
Focus on yourself only, no one else
You the only thing they talk about
Everybody wanna roll with you
But they don’t know what you been goin’ through
You just wanna get away sometimes, I could tell that you get lonely, too
And lately you been on the wave, yeah
You can never be replaced, nah
Lowkey they been talkin’ ’bout you, but they never say it to your face
Yeah, she got attitude, but she a lovergirl
I think she could be a CoverGirl
You ain’t fuckin’ with these other girls
You the type to get me in some trouble, girl
It’s like Nike how these bitches checkin’ on ya
Do ya thing, I see you flexin’ on ’em
Ever since you been throwin’ niggas, all of a sudden niggas want to get to know you
But all of these niggas is stuck in they ways, hey
But really you just need some company, babe
And that’s why—

[Hook]
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say, yeah
You should be treated like royalty, baby
I know all that you wanted was loyalty, baby, oh yeah
All of these niggas are stuck in they ways
But you poppin’ and you give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say

Alice Glass – Without Love

Am I worth it or am I worthless?
And will I ever figure it out?
Sold myself to him
Be my own victim
And with this bondage
Tie myself down

How are you gonna lie about me now?
I see you watching me from underground
What’s the strangest way you can’t be found?
How are you gonna lie?
How are you gonna lie?

Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love

Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love

Is it hidden beneath the surface?
Sew my lips ’til it won’t come out
Sold myself further and tell it to you
Can I suffer? I won’t make a sound

How are you gonna lie about me now?
I see you watching me from underground
What’s the strangest way you can’t be found?
How are you gonna lie?
How are you gonna lie?

Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love

I want a weak chance
I wanna be the one to
I want a weak chance
I’m not just body tissue
I wanna play pretend
I don’t wanna see tomorrow
Tell me where to spit
Don’t tell me what to swallow

How are you gonna lie about me now?
I see you watching me from underground
What’s the strangest way you can’t be found?
How are you gonna lie?
How are you gonna lie?

Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love
Got to be without love

Rick Ross – She On My D!Ck (Remix) (feat. Meek Mill, Young Dolph & Bruno Mali)

[Intro: Bruno Mali]
Maybach Music
Slide, hoe, watch this
I’m drippin’ dressin’ on these hoes, nigga
Get your bitch, nigga
She gettin’ real friendly, nigga
Talk to these niggas

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
Shawty know she fuck me good and like she caught a lick
My daughters took that for the feds, went and bought a brick
Said welcome back, gave ’em some keys on some reporter shit, woah
Whippin’ the white, we might just ran through a brick in the night
Give ’em a price, Lord a number when he flip it twice
Still in the trap, bitch on her back while I’m out for a bite
I’m on some shit, these niggas ain’t lit, I give ’em a life, woah
She on my dick, she on my dick
Got that word, that pussy good now she on my list
Rose Patek, look like duck sauce on my wrist
Young nigga, Bentley trucks parked on my strip
Standin’ on the corner like I’m King Kong
And [?] stop with that .40, playin’ ding dong
And back and forth, ain’t no rappers like ping pong
She fuck Rozay, she on my dick, we sing the same song, woah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She seen my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I used to torture, gave him back his life
He got it wrong if he think I’ma fight him
War cries on all on my lil’ homies homicidal
300 soldiers like I’m Leonidas
I flips them yams and gave my man a Merci
We pop them bottles every night like it’s our anniversary
Hot in Dade County, they gon’ try to stretch him
One APB and they’ll apply the pressure
I know them hot boys, she say I’m the coolest
That coolin’ kid’ll have that chopper coolin’
I took a 50k right to my jewler
Even though a nigga got it, I be actin’ Jewish
No Master P, they got me feelin’ foolish
She hold my dick, I let my gangster bitch hold down my toolie
Yeah, she got potential so I had to school her
I text her papi, he send me my moolah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 3: Bruno Mali]
I tried to spread the bitch but she on my dick
Told her jump up in this whip, come and drive a stick
I might buy a purse, I might pay her rent
She a all-star, first round draft pick
She call me at the gas station pumpin’ gas
I pulled up at the Chev, run up, drop off a couple bags
Fish tailin’ off the lot with somebody’s thot
When she met me, I was in a drop countin’ guap
Said she fantasize ’bout a real trap nigga
She on my dick so hard, she came before I put it in her
Ha, young, rich, black, trap nigga
With a fuckin’ 7 figures
A huncho on my wrist
Pull up in the whip with the shit and blow your bitch a kiss
All of this ice on me make it hard for you to miss
Every time you see me, look like I just hit a lick, woah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
Rims stackin’ on the rear, album of the year
If I want to see her, well then here come the lear
Clear the runway and double in [?]
The baddest bitches only ones that come to see us
Jewels every every day, I’m burnin’ loud (that’s me)
On the top floor and I’m the biggest earnin’ now (that’s me)
Shittin’ on these niggas, Tweet, see ’em in the streets
I’m only talkin’ money so we rarely speak
I got the bitch a buzz and she fell in love
Now she climbin’ out the deck, fuckin’ with a thug
Had my skully on when I fuck her in the tub
Dirty money, buy Chevys, only one I love
She love it how I’m livin’, such a wise decision
In the history books, never in my feelin’s
Pussy wet enough, I think I got her drippin’
Still on my lap, I could count a million

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

ASAP Ferg – Nasty (Who Dat) (feat. Migos)

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (yeah)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Migos, Ferg
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
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 the 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 the 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
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
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 AM 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
Brr brrHello, what’s up? Yeah it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley 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
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
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
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew

MADEINTYO – Cashing Out

[Intro]
We in New York, you dig
Private Club, you dig
Of course, you dig
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Cashing out (racks)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (wham)
Pullin’ out (skrt skrt)
Now that bitch is fiending out (racks)
Cashing out (ooh)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (skrt skrt)
Pullin’ out
Now that bitch is fiending out (yeah)

[Verse 1]
I put in work, you call off work
Ooh, fuck off a perk (skrt skrt)
You do the worst, I do the best
I want a buzz on the chest, uh
Daddy as fuck, pushin’ your luck
Uh, we getting bucks, uh
Nowadays runnin’ up, uh
Lil nigga push your luck, yeha
I got tricks like a kick flip
Gassed up like a Kwik Trip
I did it first, I did it first
I want a test with a verse, uh
Tired of comparison
Young nigga, yeah it’s so embarrassin’
Fuck up her hair again
My shawty bad, yeah she arrogant

[Chorus]
Cashing out (racks)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (wham)
Pullin’ out (skrt skrt)
Now that bitch is fiending out (racks)
Cashing out (ooh)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (skrt skrt)
Pullin’ out
Now that bitch is fiending out (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Lil mama wanna top me
Yeah girl, go sloppy
Fix the flow and they copy
Spanish girl call me papi
Chain on Murakami, yeah
Chain on Murakami, uh
Tokyo where you find me
Labels all wanna sign me, uh
Talking out
Pussy boy, watch your mouth, uh
Rocking out
Diamonds always hanging out, uh
Give me head ’til I’m dead
Bitch I’m acting out, uh
Undercover jacket bitch
What your fashion ’bout?

[Chorus]
Cashing out (racks)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (wham)
Pullin’ out (skrt skrt)
Now that bitch is fiending out (racks)
Cashing out (ooh)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (skrt skrt)
Pullin’ out
Now that bitch is fiending out (yeah)

[Outro]
You already know what it is
Spanish girls treat me like I’m J Balvin
You already know what goin’ on