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Sigala & Ella Eyre – Came Here For Love

[Verse 1]
I’m no longer brokenhearted
So glad I came here tonight
And I see you got what I wanted
Baby, you got what I like

[Pre-Chorus]
I can see that you watching me
Come over, talk to me
Need you to give me a sign
You got that something sweet
That don’t come easily
It’s what I need tonight

[Chorus]
I came here for love
For someone to hold me down
I won’t give it up, no
I want you to reach out

[Post-Chorus]
I came here for love
I came here for love
I came here for love
I want you to reach out

[Verse 2]
I’m so ready to get on it
You follow me, you’ll be fine
And I’m in too deep
Have I fallen, without anyone inside

[Pre-Chorus]
I can see that you watching me
Come over, talk to me
Need you to give me a sign
You got that something sweet
That don’t come easily
It’s what I need tonight

[Chorus]
I came here for love
For someone to hold me down
I won’t give it up, no
I want you to reach out

[Post-Chorus]
I came here for love
I came here for love
I want you to reach out

[Bridge]
This is what we came here for
We came here for love
I won’t give, I won’t give it up
This is what we came here for
We came here for love
I know this, I know it’s enough
This is what we came here for
We came here for love
I won’t give, I won’t give it up
This is what we came here for
We came here for love
I want you to reach out

[Chorus]
I came here for love
For someone to hold me down
I won’t give it up, no
I want you to reach out

[Post-Chorus]
I came here for love
I came here for love
I want you to reach out

Sage The Gemini – Reverse (Visualizer)

Throw it in reverse
Throw it in reverse

Low-key wanna wife her
In jeans with the rikers
Every girl wanna fight her
She make the light get brighter
Tryna get her to the right spot
White fur got her white hot
Like I only got one shot
Walk through and like why not

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

Yeah, she was pulling my steelo
I got green like Cee-Lo
Yeah, she see me balling like the D-League
Eyy, her ex-man was on the D-Low
Wow, I walked straight into the action
Step in it, treat me like I’m Michael Jackson
In VIP, looking like I went platinum
It’s still keep the bread under the mattress
And she right from her head to her heels
I’m on her mind like she forgot to pay her bills
And you can ride if you keep it, real
She want the pickle ’cause she know the deal (Wow)

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

I know you see me with the ice on
I want to see you with the light the lights on
She tryna wiggle in my section
You go hard when it’s my song
I know these dudes be all in your face
Spin a check, tryna get you to their place
Moving fast like they tryna win a race
And that’s cool but I ain’t down for the chase
I got big bills, phone calls to make deals
Playing your cards right, just wait ’till I deal
And you do what you want when you copping
I would chase but I got too many options

I’ve been watching you, all night
I need her body, tonight

Wait now, let me get it first
Going down to your back, muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Go up, down to the dirt
Take a lil’ till your back muscles hurt
Eyy, throw it in reverse
Eyy, throw it in reverse

She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only like for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only riding for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)
She only like me for the diamond on my wrist
Diamonds on my neck, six diamonds on the check (On the check)

2 Chainz – Saturday Night (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Y’all niggas lame for that, y’all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back, young nigga banging back
Then we gon’ fade to black then we gon’ fade to black

[Verse 1]
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn’t blessed with ambition so who you gon blame for that
Tried to get off the Act, still didn’t know how to act
Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
Tell my driver when he open my door to take off his hat
Double saran everything so that you know its a wrap
Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
Some of y’all probably still owe me from back
In the back in the back in the back in the back
I had that work right in front of me fuck all you niggas you wannabes
Most of you niggas is under mes, I’ma give ya ass some to see
My car don’t have car keys, my crib got palm trees
Pussy smell like sardine you, need to get up of my lawn please
This a real nigga conversation, real nigga demonstration real niggas
No crystal or hilfigers, a bunch of ignorant lil’ niggas
A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess’s
Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching
This a new kinda kitchen, marble countertops, see through fridge
3 thousand for the microwave, touchscreen stove lil biiiiitch!!
Please don’t make me relapse, make me start back trappin
Everybody in the city, saying that boy Tity done started back snapping

[Chorus]
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let’s go have a bite, tell her let’s go have a bite
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it’s Saturday night, like it’s Saturday night, yeah

[Verse 2]
I sat in the trap no one cooked at night, i treat my third stripe like its Kryptonite
I stopped serving sacks over qualified, have you ever seen a homicide?
Have you ever seen ya partna die? Have you ever been traumatized
Even at graduation i had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply
Enough of the negative actions, I got my paycheck off passion
I’m wearing 4 bracelets for fashion, don’t think its a race when I pass you
Stop talking that mafia shit, you never met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I’m like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch, pull out a stick when u put up your fist
I’m like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist
Funny how life can put you in the mix, I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for gas money, I look at these rappers like crash dummies
I look at these bitches that fuck with these rappers like bitch you just fucked with my last homie
Kesha can come get the last from me, Heaven can come get the last from me
Harmony can come get the last from me, Halo can come get the last from me MAMA!

[Chorus]
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let’s go have a bite, tell her let’s go have a bite
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it’s Saturday night, like it’s Saturday night, yeah

2 Chainz – Riverdale Rd (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Yeaaaah, turn that maafaka up NOLAN. Woah, know what I’m saying, I wanna feel like I was in some muthafakin’ danger. I got my mothafuckin’ pistol in my pocket, ya dig? Yeah, in the booth, on some 5540 old national shit, you know what it is, nigga. We in the back, nigga, way in the back, nigga, serving sacks, nigga and serving Act. Mane, c’mon with the Kap, bruh. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

[Chorus]
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there
I was the same ol’ nigga
Yeah that trap had raised a nigga
How could you blame a nigga?
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
But I still changed you niggas, yeah

[Verse 1]
My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer
My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer
My third foreign car, it was a Porsche
My fourth foreign car you can’t afford
My pocket pregnant, don’t want no abortion
My draws got them horses, my car got them horses
Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces
We had no choices

[Chorus]
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there
I was the same ol’ nigga
Yeah that trap had raised a nigga
How could you blame a nigga?
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
But I still changed you niggas, yeah

[Verse 2]
You wasn’t there when mama was struggling
You wasn’t there when mama was fussing
Told ’em ketchup, you too far in the mustard
I had a Chevelle and wanted a Cutlass
I went to work and I made an abundance
Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions
Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion
And she got an onion and I wanna rub it
We hanging off the Nat, see that’s where my office at
We dressed all in black
We got ’em calling back, just went to the mall and back
When you was the quarterback, I had the quarter sacks

[Pre-Chorus]
Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale
Riverdale Rd., nigga
He was there, he was there, you weren’t there
He was there, she was there
Riverdale Rd., nigga
Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire
I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there

[Chorus]
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn’t there
I was the same ol’ nigga
Yeah that trap had raised a nigga
How could you blame a nigga?
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
But I still changed you niggas, yeah

[Bridge]
I know something you don’t know
I’m gonna get some bands, yeah
I know something you don’t know, yeah
I’m gonna get some bands

[Verse 3]
Okay, from grams to Grammys
Okay, from fans to family
I went from trips we tryna plan
To cribs in South Miami
They got my vision fancy
My tigger finger antsy
I told the bitch she got to sit down
Just to understand me
They asking, "What’s the plan, B?"
I don’t have a Plan B
I told ’em this shit got to work
It’s just like candy to me
I mean it’s hard but it’s sweet
I’m Drench God in the streets
I break the law in the sheets
I make her cum on repeat

[Outro]
I know something you don’t know
I’m gonna get some bands, oh yeah
I know something you don’t know, yeah
I’m gonna get some bands
Riverdale, Riverdale!

2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil
So I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard and want all of his purses back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year ’cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her, come through

Aye Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck bruh
You a living legend I appreciate that
Aye Guwop I’m glad you home cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit
2 Chainz
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

2 Chainz – 4 AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

2 Chainz – Door Swangin (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
I wouldn’t even…
I wouldn’t even be here without that mothafuckin’ door
We doing numbers, holmes
5540, we doing numbers, holmes
You can look that shit up, you can research that shit

[Chorus]
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging

[Verse 1]
No doorbell, we had the cameras included
No hibachi, all we had is some tuna fish
Moved up a level, then I stepped up my grind
Got to the top, ain’t nobody around
When I look down, all I see is some sucka shit
And I’ma run shit, I put that on my bucket list
Adidas streetball, all the foreigns with the straps
Before the dreadlocks, I had the cornrows to the back
Used to sit on a broke down Camaro with packs
Told her, "Turn around," even though she had his name tatted
That’s the way that it was, had a way with the girls
Had a felony before you knew what a felony was
You was taking the shots, you was feeling the buzz
Got so much in the stash spot, I could fill up a bus
Got gorillas with us, got chinchillas with us
No pretenders with us, got the winners with us, yeah

[Chorus]
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging

[Verse 2]
Somebody watching the front door
Yeah I went to college and sold dope
Sold narcotics, a boat load
And all us felons and can’t vote
Yeah I’m from the cut, I’m cutthroat
All up in the crowd, Frank Lucas fur coat
Yeah, sipping muddy like a mothafuckin’ Merlot
Under the influence, I stayed on the first floor, first floor
Wait, first 48, hard to see my face, diamonds in the way
This is MMA, I just beat the case
In and out the nail salon, she got her nails polished
Turn up in tennis shoes, turn up in red bottoms
Turn up in red bottoms, turn up, turn up in red bottoms
She turn up in red bottoms, yeah what?
A nigga a hustler, now the feds got him
You bring the rubber bands, I bring the money counter

[Chorus]
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I fucking had the door swinging

2 Chainz – Realize (feat. Nicki Minaj) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m gonna cause pandemonium
Pick up the paper, custodian
This how Prince met Apollonia
Tryna fill up California kings
Hydrocodeine with the Visine
Master bedroom on the right wing
This a Philippe not a Breitling
Fuck her to sleep, she had pipe dreams
Yeah, this is the king of the trap
Yeah, I pull it straight out the hat
Yeah, everyone better take cover
Yeah, got rappers under attack
Uh, my daughters inherit arrogance
And they intelligent, that’s a fact
Bought me a car February 1st
You already know it was black on black
I cover my scars with the tats on tats
You better back back, rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
I pass you a joint, better pass it back
I went to Montgomery, with packs on back
Sent her to the store for some plastic bags
Sent her to the store for some rubber bands
I started pitching so easy
I throw the work to you underhand
Underworld, underground, underline
I’m underdog and you under mine
This here ain’t no once upon a time
This really happened for real
Can’t even trust our own government
Aw man fuck all that humble shit
Mumbling
Man fuck all that mumble shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Realize
A lot of these niggas tell real lies
They not about shit in real life
And thats something that I had to realize (Realize)
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it
(reco-reco-recogni-i-ize)
They see me winning and now they dont liiike it
(Yeah, I know they dont like it)
Act like the love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo
I went and copped a ring
I call this rock, Dwayne
Johnson, stop the playin’
Man, I cannot complain
I left my shades in Atlanta so I told my pilot to stop the plane
He bust a U in the air
She say she doin’ it, where?
She wanna sit in my chair
But she could never be my heir
Checks, clear, Bible, swear
They ain’t buggin’, I go off
Asahd Khaled with the cloth
Dwayne Carter of the north
Dwayne Wade in the fourth
New dream house for mommy
Keep ‘Caiah in Armani
Putting my nieces through college
This for Kellise and Imani
Look at these niggas I put on
All of these niggas I’m good on
My own two, what I stood on
That’s why their necks what I’m keepin’ my foot on
I’ve been winning 8 years consistently, at least respect it
Papoose wrote a Ether record
But I broke Aretha record
See this is chess, not checkers
You can not check the checkers
Did Nas clear that "Ether" record?
Nah, but I broke Aretha record

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Realize
A lot of these niggas tell real lies
They not about shit in real life
And thats something that I had to realize (Realize)
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it
(reco-reco-recogn-i-ize)
They see me winning and now they dont liiike it
(Yeah, I know they dont like it)
Act like the love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate
I had to reco-reco-recogn-i-ize it

2 Chainz – Poor Fool (feat. Swae Lee) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
(My mama always said)
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m from the hood and it’s evident
Used to sell drugs out my residence
Stayed in section 8 with relatives
Opportunity knockin’, I let ’em in
I done put Forgis on everything
I left the mall like Ginobili
And if I’m not successful, ain’t nobody gon’ come console me
I pray my mama quit smokin’
When my dad died, I got focused
I gotta table full of Ace of Spades
I don’t fuck around with you jokers (ooh)
Ain’t heard a word from my old friends
Heard they wanna kick my doors in
I done loaded up the 2-2-3
I’m so high they might call a goaltend, yeah
Lord knows, stashed work in the console
So many autos in my garage, I can’t open my car door
Bond on me like the sun on me
Gettin’ this bread she say, "You dropped crumbs on me"
Walked in the club and got ones only
Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only
Raised by single parent Black woman
They call me Tity Boi ’cause she used to spoil me
She always told me

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
(My mama always said)
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat
Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door
Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw
Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo
No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled
Most of my partnas got charges
And I ain’t talking about no mothafuckin’ dodges
Trappin’ up outta the college
I’m addicted to the rice at Benihana
Raised by a single parent Black woman
They call me Tity Boi ’cause she used to spoil me
She always told me

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
(Yeah)
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules

2 Chainz – Big Amount (feat. Drake) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

I’mma tell you, I’mma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin’, nigga you winnin’ for real
I got a big amount, I took a different route
I am the pick of the litter
I was in juvy, they gave me community
I had to pick up some litter
I want it easy, please do not tease me
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
This is the season, I got the seasonin’
Don’t make me sprinkle you niggas
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
Send me the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin’
She turn to freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Yeah, rock Double Cross on these bitches, yeah
Dearly departed, gather today
On some Prince shit
You know what they say
Me and my safe, got a friendship
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin’ paid
Gettin’ laid
Bitch made, took off sick days
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all the pat downs
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
Weirdos in the background
Black out when I back out
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Shawty ride like an equestrian
I bought the dress that she in
Red bottoms in his and hers
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Got a car in his and hers
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
Last night was a blur to me
This mornin’ I got two with me
I don’t know what to do with me
Goin’ ape like the zoo with me
Got a tool with the screw missin’
Two girls in the pool kissin’
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
‘Cause these niggas actin’ too fishy
Fuck y’all niggas on, man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
Look, I got a big amount
I think I’m the biggest out
Got hits and I ain’t even put ’em out
Lit and you can’t even put it out
Got the Billboard melodies
Rap is somethin’ I do on the side
Crossed over to the other side
And I didn’t even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin’ to me in my dreams
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
Better shamone with my check then
I’m a J. Prince investment
Niggas love to talk reckless
Then see me like best friends
Got the sand colored FN
And I’ve never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Five stars, nothin’ less than
Fuck niggas on your payroll
And you let ’em know the safe code
And you knew him for a month though
But you call them niggas big bro
You could move in the Hidden Hills
And we still don’t live by the same code
I’m respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it’s straight to the pot of gold
Somebody, everybody know
6 God with the god flow

2 Chainz – Rolls Royce Bitch (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you
Who else gon’ believe in you? Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you, who else gon’ believe in you?

[Verse 1]
Believe in yourself, health is wealth
Gotta get mine, faster than a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in here
With my hand pulled behind my back
One hand on the steering wheel
2 Chainz with the ponytail, got the bodyguard concealed
Ill meaning of sickness, I use the pharmacy as a witness
I mean anything around me that’s against us, they can’t be
I got God on my side, that’s all I need to ride
See that’s all I need to vibe, asking what I do tonight
That’s really none of your business, unless you wanna get in this

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

[Verse 2]
I’m good, I’m good like Ye
I’m good like Sean and Push
I’m good, I’m good, okay
Good, sold yay, good 4 way
Oh man, look at me now
Used to have a killer crossover
Now I think I done crossed over
White fans at my rap shows
So many chains on I give you the cold shoulder
So many chains on, I tell ’em move over
Big shit over here, boy
100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy
I got felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

[Outro]
Felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to
I am the go-to, I am the go-to
Trap shit, I’m the go to
Trap nigga with a gold tooth
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?

2 Chainz – Sleep When U Die (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
It’s at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aiight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can sleep when you die, point blank, period
No excuse for this, you only get one life
You only get once chance
You can get more wives
You can get more ice, you can get more cars
Nigga listen to what I’m saying, I’m a real superstar, woo

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah I got too many watches on my arm
I got too much shit goin’ on
I got your favorite stripper on my phone
I got a bank account, got another bank account
Got another bank account, to be continued
Hibachi my menu, my bracelet on igloo
Every song is a single, you hear how the money talk
I may be bilingual, I pour out a liter, I light up the reefer
I’m back to charging niggas 100 a feature, yeah

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Hard work beats talent
Dope boy meets talent
Don P and eat salad
Walking around, my feet Bally
Sisquo and St. Ives
Six guns, eight knives
Potato on the barrel of it
Make you niggas hate fries
Been poppin’ wheelies since 14
Sleeping with them, in them since 14
Ready to take one for the team
Ain’t no discount, if ain’t the one, we got a miscount
I am the truth, lil’ nigga, shooting bullets from the booth, lil’ nigga
BOOM

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
You too concerned with others
This for the single mothers
Might have a millionaire
Moving through Riverdale
Jacket on Rick Flair
Watch on Rick Flair
James Brown with the slick hair
Watch how she dance on it, dance on the work
If the pussy squirt, put her name in a verse
I am so high, I’m scared to jump
Keep the gas on me, I’m prepared to pump, alright

[Chorus]
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah

2 Chainz – Trap Check (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Realest nigga in it, already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row
Realest nigga in it, already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Verse 1]
Rap shit check, trap shit check
Cashier check, fashion check
Foreign car check, foreign bitch check
Rolex check, gold around my neck
Juju on the diamond, my umbrella’s designer
Stand on your recliner, pourin’ all the wine up
Yea I used to pitch, you should see my wind up
Nigga fuck with me ain’t no telling where you wind up
It’s all love, positive vibes
Walking through the airport in crocodile slides
Wet floor signs, hands on thighs
If you got a check put your hands up high

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Verse 2]
Come on, come on, come on
I rock the microphone, I had to thank the Lord
I am in rare form, I had to get it on
You never feed me, I use my own seasoning
Autograph cleavage, how many girls believe you?
How many girls you tried, I know a girl you lied to
She wants your ass to die, I look you dead in your eye
It’s real nigga season, it’s right after Easter
Might buy me a Regal, put that on my Visa
I need me some singles, don’t care if you’re single
Take you and mingle, take you to Neiman’s
We hit the bars tonight, look at the roof on the Wraith
It look like the stars at night, yeah

[Chorus]
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain’t talkin’ Nike when I’m talkin’ ‘bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me ‘bout a check

[Outro]
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP, ASAP…

2 Chainz – Blue Cheese (feat. Migos) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 2: Offset]
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? shit colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Bridge: Quavo (2 Chainz)]
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
(Uhh, uhh)

[Outro]
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

2 Chainz – OG Kush Diet (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos
All my 16s cashews, V12 when I pass you
Reminiscing about the Motorollas
Weed stronger than a Coca-Cola
Wait up, bitch, hold up, hold up
You ain’t there to hold the pole up

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Verse 1]
I’m ’bout to pour out some liquor
I’m ’bout to pour out some lean
I got blue cheese in my jeans
I bought my queen Celine
I got my team Supreme
It ain’t no in between
You either in or you out, I took a different route
I had to figure it out, I went to picking them out, you, you

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

[Verse 2]
Presidential prolly tickled, laughing ’bout who popped the pistol
That’s the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals
I’ma keep the bitch ’til December
And park it on Broadway, away from the hallway
Away from the ‘partments, away from the arcades
We don’t play games with them boys
We bring the pain to them boys
I caught a plane with them boys
I taught the game to them boys
I am ashamed of them boys
Blame it on fame, blame it on whatever you wanna blame
I’m smart and insane, imagine a genius that don’t have a brain
That live off of resources, that learned off of geek sources
I do play with 3 persons, I got it from researching
I’m fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person
I walk out and eat Church’s, gig without rehearsing
Watch how I resurface, watch how I rework it, gas
Im fresher than detergent, I’m fresher than each person
I walk out and eat churches, gig without rehearsing
Watch how I resurface, watch how i rework it, Gas

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

[Verse 3]
Yeah, your favorite rapper’s got no talent
Homeboy got coke habits
Used to drive a Porsche ’til I found out it was made by Volkswagen
This here is a toe tag ’em, Tity Boi gon’ and toe tag ’em
Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck
Let them know this a throat slashing
Your baby mama got no passion
Her best friend act old fashioned
Tell her take them panties off when she walk around my boat laughing
I’m V.I.P. at the yacht club, nigga you look like you not loved
Stars in my double R so clean I drive in white gloves
Sea bass with the white sauce, hopped out, get wiped off
Presence been felt everywhere
Except let me see, yeah the White House
Space age like 8 ball, MJG, Nate Dogg
Sippin’ quavo, ridin’ offsets, guess I’m ’bout to take off

[Chorus]
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck

[Refrain]
Fuck what you thinking, fuck what you thinking
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house

2 Chainz – Bailan (feat. Pharrell) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Chorus: Pharrell WIlliams]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me ’cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I’m gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is…
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that’ it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Juicy, squeeze it, then juicy
Sipping on the D’usse
Rocking some Medusa, give a fuck what you say
Give a fuck what you say
In the club, I wrote this for the plug
I wrote this for a hater that was looking for some love
A DJ competition, I’m mixing in the kitchen
Now who gon’ do the dishes
Bankroll thicker than Deelishis

[Chorus: Pharrell WIlliams]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me ’cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I’m gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is…
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that’ it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Drug connotation in my population
I want a conversation, don’t want no confrontation
Pull up in a hardtop, watch how I race it
Trap to the wrap like watch how I embrace it
Louis Vans on, they don’t come with laces
And we talking straight shots, we don’t need no chaser
Tell her I don’t chase her, swap her, I replace it
Bracelet, this is Rollie, Rollie, this is bracelet
Pass the medication
Rounds upon rounds, I am nowhere around
I’m nowhere to be found
I’m on flights over lights, I’m so close up to Christ
I might ask for advice, I might ask for it twice
Look at my ice, I’m so nice, it’s like Mardi Gras
Mama I shot me a man, please go hide the gun
When she ask me my number, I say I’m the one
Rushing summer to summer until someone come

[Chorus: Pharrell WIlliams]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me ’cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I’m gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is…
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that’ it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Go ahead and touch the sky
Go ahead and touch the sky
Dancing where you are
Go ahead and touch the sky

2 Chainz – Burglar Bars (feat. Monica) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro: Louis Farrakhan & Monica]
As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago, as I gazed into his face, I felt that I was in the presence of royalty. There’s a certain power presence that he gives off
I tried to be, everything you want and need

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
‘Cause you got a deep title don’t mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit
And I’ve been lit ever since I sold nicks
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that’s my apparatus
I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers
This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric
I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney
I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley
This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me
Got at least 10 on me, I’m anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit, don’t go acting anti on me
It’s Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think
I bought a Tesla today, there’s nothing left in your tank
I did everything except a fucking song with Jay
But I murdered every song I fucking did with Ye
See my verses are better and my subject is realer
See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer
And their son is that nigga, I’m no Black activist
I’m a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss
We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench
Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp
I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim
I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock
I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh

[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, you a miracle. Right now, if you hear this, you’re a miracle, I want you to know that. If you’re able to hear this right now, you are a miracle. Straight up, no kapp

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance
This the chance of your life, you ain’t prepared for your life
See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens
Phone number unlisted
Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance
She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching
I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh

[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
I’m telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky. You don’t just bump into me. I’m a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord

[Bridge: Monica]
Lord knows
Woke up today, gave thanks
Grateful to see another day, then the storm came
As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall
One day
Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
That soulful trap music, man. Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout Section 8, I’m talkin’ ’bout the ‘partments. You stay in the middle, someone stay on top of you, someone stay below you. What you know about grabbing a broom and shit and hitting upstairs like, "Y’all stop fucking stomping! Y’all stop walking so mothafuckin’ hard!" Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us. Tru, trill shit

Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (feat. Millie Go Lightly) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
Yeah, whaddup
I’m tryina put my dick inside of yo panties
And when I tell this shit [???]
I be rolling loud
While they rolling loud
Smokin backwoods and moving baggage
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that’s a Xanax
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee haw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
Boutta watch you jog all day

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real tommy gun
I dropped a milly on my chain, I got no Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon
Uhh, light that ass like a candle honey
Uhh, Ferigamo shower shoes for me
Uhh, light pole and it got jewels on it
Uhh, like an ol’ school I got some pooled on it
Huhh, Satan, abracadbra, abracadbra
Kill all you bastards, I want no wrestle
The bread ambassador, no nuttin else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
Hop in a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
Fubu platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Country Billy made a couple milly
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Picadilly
All he had couple strikes ??? (of course)
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course
Don’t you panic, don’t you take this shit for granted
Don’t you panic, when I put my dick in your panties
Don’t you panic, when I catch up with yo bitch you know I’m smashing
I, I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head ??
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
I gotta put my dick in yo mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
I think the red dot, so I put my bum, bum
I’m bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (Go head)
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly]
Rolling through the W6
You feeling me
I’m feeling you
Falling deep, too deep
Purple dreams of Cashmere silk
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
Two cups can I drown? And I might too
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
I just thought that you should know
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

Young Thug – Tomorrow Til Infinity (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
(Hope I see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow)
I’m the black Christian Gray, you know what I’m sayin’
(I wanna be you, tomorrow)
I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches
Yeah!
(I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow)

[Verse 1]
I know you act right, right
I got three bitches on a slide
I put some Forgis on my ride
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky
Cloud nine calling me
Couple bad bitches too
I got mine on me
Listen to them digits, ooh
Feet up, baby girl, let’s live
PJ money yeah, bae let’s go on a limb
Two racks for my shooter, my Jimmy Choo
My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool
I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch
Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream
I came from pillow to post
Ice in my bag, my back on froze
Penthouse home, Chicago
Yeah, my second home
I’m in that limo
I just got back home
I got my money now
Tat my reals, hillstone

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna see tomorrow
I’m tryna see tomorrow
Let’s fly away
Long time, ain’t late
I was speed racing, ayy

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to buy you your own ride
I don’t need you involved in homicides
[?] weave in case you think you fried
I’m ’bout to fuck this ho outside
Horses make my three-wheeler slide
Actavis gang ’til I, die
Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers)
Shawty was weak, oh-oh
Hold up, money is the reason I arrived
Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
I was ’bout to stab ’em thirty times like porcupines
But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike ‘n’ Ikes

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Outro]
I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow

Young Thug – Daddy’s Birthday (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bae I’m flexing, extension
Brand new Rari, Smith and Wesson
Made myself ballin, hold my credit card
Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vrrrrr, V12, y’all ain’t ready dog
Trapping beats I’m like hurry up and buy
Extra draco for my pops, ’cause his birthday 4th of July
I’m so busy it’s making me feel like I’m in and out my kids’ lives

[Chorus]
Ooooooooooohhhhh
(I’m the father of six babies, you know what I’m sayin?)
New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

[Post-hook]
All this fuckin money, has me switchin [???]
I’m livin right and they ain’t ever read a book
Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books
The way I whip that body, they charging me with cruelty
Don’t try to stop me, don’t you try to knock me
You see me got these crackers in the back
You gotta forgive my heart, I don’t mean to stunt like that (I don’t mean to do that to you you know what I’m sayin)

[Verse 2]
Red bottoms, I’m at Met-Gala (I’m bout to spaz)
Ain’t playin geek, I want every problem
Two thousand dollars for the newest snake collar
Been a swager, had dollar
Raw clean, Balmain (let’s get it)
Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celine (just want my glasses)
Hands dirty watch me turn them clean
Lil shawty hot, kerosene
Ima kill by any means
Favorite sound ching ching
Ima spray fake with my jeans
Ima turn up with my team
New condo on 17 (new condo hoe)
I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin)
AP match my jeans
Converse and McQueen
Pedi for my queen
Gambling, fuck these coins
[?] from the swing
Private jet livin’ (pussy ass nigga)
Ima go like beam (Ima go)
New backwoods no strings
I put ice in my cup
New pool, no chlorine

[Bridge]
Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must’ve taught myself a million things
I’m out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe’s dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Chorus]
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH
New coupe, new shoes
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I’m flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I’m in and out it too
Fuck them ’bout it too let them drive it with the few

Young Thug – Do U Love Me (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Ayy
We got London On Da Track
Ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
Rose gold Rolex, who you are
They don’t know, who you are
Vroom, adiós, I steer a foreign car, ho
Shawty mine, finesse her right out a barcode
She get clean like Windex when she want to
She read a nigga’s texts when she want to
No tats up on your shirt, she’ll never want you
Hop out the Benz coupe

[Chorus]
Fuck me, suck me
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
In the tubby, poppin’ bubbly
Smokin’ musty, I love me
Love, lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
Fall deep in love, love, love with me
Baby girl come suck me and fuck me
Drankin’ bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged

[Refrain]
To the moon, you are
Don’t you know who we are?
These women know who we are
Plenty Benjamins on me and my squad
When you a prince, nigga, your doors ajar
Actin’ like you don’t know who we are, but you do
I know you know who she was
Twerk it, babe, real slow, move your hips slow

[Verse 1]
Roll slow, roll slow, move shit
Lick your body while I give you a massage
Ain’t talkin’ Nicki, I’m ’bout to have a menage-et
Trois, on my face, all day
Hold up, got a K, ’bout to spray
Hold up, bust in her hair, Milky Way
Hold up, kick shit, Johnny Cage, yeah
Hold up, she the bond like a [?]
Hold up, light skate, intake
Turnt, outta state, in state
Burnt out bitch, stop, ayy
You need, yeah, lessons, watch, bae (watch bae)
You thinkin’, yeah, I’m broke, you need to, awake (fool)
A hundred, racks, three, a week (cash)
Say love the freaks, I count it, like geeks (yeah)
It’s mounted, with tease
I ain’t gotta remind these hoes

[Refrain]
They know who we are
Do you know who we are?
These women know who we are
Plenty Benjamins on me and my squad
When you a prince, nigga, your doors ajar
Actin’ like you don’t know who we are, but you do
I know you know who she was
Twerk it, babe, real slow, move your hips slow

[Verse 2]
Money green like camouflage
STD, I’m takin’ over your ward
Homegirl fine, body smooth and all
Planned on havin’ more kids than God, damn
I draped up her closet, now she look like a Barbie
Now my drinks are clean, I fill ’em up with that oil
Bumped my self esteem and now I think I’m adored
Let me through the door or else I’ll come through the walls (walls)
I haven’t slide in days, for you
Treatin’ myself like I got AIDS for you
I ain’t fuck none of these girls like I got AIDS for you, ayy
I got nine lives, I’ll blaze for you
I’ll set it down in days for you
Shawty pubics, shave it
Her eyes hazel, too

[Pre-Chorus]
Rose gold Rolex, who you are
They don’t know, who you are
Vroom, adiós, I steer a foreign car, ho
Shawty mine, finesse her right out a barcode
She get clean like Windex when she want to
She the reason nigga’s text when she want to
No tats up on your shirt, she’ll never want you
Hop out the Benz coupe

[Chorus]
Fuck me, suck me
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
In the tubby, poppin’ bubbly
Smokin’ musty, I love me
Love, lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
Fall deep in love, love, love with me
Baby girl come suck me and fuck me
Drankin’ bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged

Young Thug – You Said (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
So what’s up with all that goddamn tough talk you had earlier on the phone, you know what I’m saying? When you said you was ‘gon goddamn do this and that to me?
You told me (freaky-deeky)
Wild ain’t it, oh I thought so

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now (Jeffery!), ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1]
I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she’d rather have my dick than a watch
And I’m not right about her friend, but I got a strong feeling she’ll take real charge and run into the narcs
And I’m seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the ‘berg get the rollie
I ain’t ever need a nothing brodie
I’m full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a million now she closing
Rather go to jail, I ain’t told ’em
I get excited when I see you
I’d rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming and [?] and I drive in the rear view
You cool, and you a real one
Let’s go to Africa, to the Pilgrim

[Chorus]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deeky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
Let’s make out last song
She get the last goal
I got some Actavis
I want the last dose
I got a good cash flow
But I don’t want the fast dough
Your daughter got filthy rich
I came right out the rat-hole
I smoked a whole eighth
I’m drinking codeine
I want some head in here
I don’t want no teeth
I should’ve called off
I’m bout to OD
Then I’m off like a golf ball
My two homies
Lay it up on me
I make her squirt on the couch
Private party on that blouse
We play for the Cavs, no beers
Every diamond on me, crystal clear
Molly on me, baby, take it off of me
CAT scan, white stuff on my jeans
Hit it from the back, loosen up her spleen
Say you mine, Imma take it off and raw dog

[Chorus 2]
You said you’ gone fuck me to death when you see me
You said that, you said that
You said you ‘gone do me the worst, I remember you right when you said that
You said you ‘gone kiss from my neck to my chest to my naval and dick and nuts
We talked about everything, then you know that we got us some making up
I lick on that puss on a pill, and I make her stand up like some bunny ears
I bite on that butt, then I suck on her toes and her soul go outta here
She look at him like he ‘gone kill her and I turn ’round and light him like I’m bouta feel
Let’s get freaky deaky around here

Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh (I want you to)
Say it now, ooh, ooh, ooh

Young Thug – On Fire (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands―
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah bout seven big figures
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck you thought?
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!

[Verse 1]
Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
Every single night I’m spittin’ fire
Tryna count my profit, baby watch ’em
I’m tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
I need a threesome
Just give me a threesome
Three, three, three, three, threesome
Push your head up in these strong arms
Every single [?]
Ashes in the Bentley, I’m that raw
Wedding room in my Japanese home
Rockin’ gas in my Japanese drawers (rockin’ gas)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but

[Chorus]
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain’t got no scratches on me

[Verse 2]
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
My life like dominoes, I can’t make mistakes lil’ homie
Ay, I ain’t got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a cover girl
You can come and chill with me
Let’s drink a pint of codeine
Blessed when she on search she a lil easy
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
Enjoy the wealth until you’re gone
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
Wearing the seat belt just ’cause my son
I put a [?] on the neck of my son
I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the Benz, still ain’t traded in or nothin’
I got like 20 cars, baby pick one

[Chorus]
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
It ain’t got no scratches on me

[Verse 3]
Bird on my boots
Mm, you kick ’em, let bitches swoop
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Mm, my chains, I’m Rick the Ruler
Mm, that’s foreign ain’t no scoon[?]
We killin’, ain’t tryna sue you
Mm, came a long way from ramen noodles
Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
I see you eatin’ girl, you full
Got Molly in my Red Bull
I’m with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Everything you do be fire like you

[Outro]
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
You made him mad, he put you right back on there
You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
Ain’t got no more wristbands―
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah bout seven big figures
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Fuck you thought?
Pussy ass nigga
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!

Young Thug – Get High (feat. Snoop Dogg & Lil Durk) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Ay yo nephew
I think it’s time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin’ air
But in a Backwood, ya dig?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
‘Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I could break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I’m not talkin’ a car
Shawty she bad, fuck ’round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Give the password, psych
‘Bout to drink a whole lot of syrup, aight
But the Bentley coupe missing, the stash on the curb
Watch the city go missing, the young nigga ran off with lil biddy birds
Fuck you talkin’, bitch you ran off on ’em
How these lil handcuffs and you cops can’t [?]
In the back of the cab, this ho sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)
Trap spot’s like a store
Nigga got a couple choppers on the floor
Watch that door (watch that door)
Watch that door (you gotta watch that door)
Watch that door
I roll up two point fives
Happy four twenty, roll up two point fives
Way too stoned, don’t remember these guys
Hold up, so high I’ma risk my life, ain’t even tryna go to these skies
Hold up strollers
I want the whole cut
I make a slut slut
I eat it cold cut
Hair getting longer
Weed getting stronger
‘Bout to strong arm her
‘Bout to go and bone girl
She got a cameltoe, I call her Marlboro
I take you from the stars, take you to my world
But she didn’t get a chance to get my number
She missed out on llama, she missed out on me and my mama

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
‘Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I could break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I’m not talkin’ a car
Shawty she bad, fuck ’round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
With a lot of old money
Everybody want somethin’ from me
Got to keep my hands on the steering wheel
‘Cause I foot the bill and I shoot to kill
And I slide around in that Snoop DeVille
And my gas tank is on full
Stack goods, them Backwoods
We cock back and we pull
Bubblegum, cookies, OG, and KK
We like Craig and Dae Dae, who gives a fuck what they say?
I be out here gettin’ it, gotta get it ’cause I got it on
I’m the same nigga that you bitch niggas plotted on
It ain’t as easy as I make it look
See what I’m sayin’, I ain’t playin’, nigga take a look
We on that G shit, nigga we lit, and I’m seasick for real
Fuck a thug, what it does, let’s get this motherfuckin’ money cuz
I mean that new money, that blue money with new faces
Them new cases and new bases and new aces
Florida-anapolis, ain’t no stoppin’ us
Power preaches patience
Balling in two places
Exchanges, smoke faces

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Count this money on a PJ in my PJs
Goin’ fast, get in tussles on the E-way
Smoking on that OG
I fell on my AP, got me a Rollie
I got a bad bitch and I call her dopey
And her head dope
And she suck me off the perky, keep her hands off
I don’t fuck with vapors but I’m high-igh-igh
I got a bad bitch, I know she bi-i-i-i-i

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I wanna get high, yeah
‘Bouta go call my go-to guy, yeah
Got no Backwoods, fly yeah
I could break one down with my supplies, yeah
Roll up some gas, I’m not talkin’ a car
Shawty she bad, fuck ’round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got new cash
Brand new chick, got her brand new ass

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
See man, a lot of you niggas think you can smoke with us
But umm
This shit is a marathon man
This ain’t no motherfuckin’ umm, hundred yard dash
Man step back
You ain’t in our league
Thugger Thug, Doggy Dog
Nephew we on
We out

Young Thug – Feel It (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Wheezy

[Verse 1]
I want that pussy in a Wraith
I’ma make sure lil’ mama feel it
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it (on Slime)
We make love, and it hot just like a skillet (woo, woo)
I don’t wanna buy your love, I wanna feel it
Build that bitch up from the ground, never won’t tear that bitch down
Yeah, you know that this dick ain’t no clown
You know this dick make you make sounds (swear, yeah)
I fuck that bitch good, I don’t tease her
Nigga, that why she not leavin’ (what?)
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
And I do it for my people (I swear)
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you (what?)
I’m lovin’ every single curve about you
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, ’bout ya
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I’ll go to jail ’bout ya (let’s go)
You know who you with
Lil’ baby stop playin’, darlin’, you know who you with
You know who you with
Man I’m so for real
I copped you a coupe baby, you’re my chauffeur real (skrrt, skrrt)
Man I am so for real these niggas be talkin’, we bust it so for real (for real)
I’m so geeked up on your lovin’ I don’t need no mollies, so for real (for real)
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
Yeah, I am the truth so don’t ask it
Yeah, I shoot our kids in the plastic
Yeah, I only call lil’ mama baby when she say daddy (and what?)

[Chorus]
If that’s your man, you better hold him down
Murder she wrote
She held my little pack, she was wit’ it
And she was popular way before me
Now that I’m popular, I’ma still be the old me
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Make me feel it, make me feel it
Make me feel it, make me feel it
Oh, I wan’ feel it, I wan’ feel it
I wan’ feel it, I wan’ feel it
Baby, I’ll give you head, give me ceilings
Come here bae, I’m appealin’
I’m locked down, all metal
Horsehoe, True Religion
I’m dabbin’, I’m dabbin’
I’ll hop in your car, and I’ll smash it, I’ll smash it
I’m buyin’ gold Rollies, yeah I’m Trinidadian
They look like they don’t wanna fuck, but they actin’
I’m pourin’ up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis (lean, lean, lean)
Aaaaand I think I’m tough, you look tough, so let’s clash it (slat, let’s clash)
War ready, I’m goin’ steady
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
I want that cat like a leopard
Let’s go to Germany, no Shepard
She don’t need no hand, I’ma help her
She barely keep it so I kept her
Watch me tell her

[Chorus]
If that’s your man, you better hold him down
Murder she wrote
She held my little pack, she was wit’ it
And she was popular way before me
Now that I’m popular, I’ma still be the old me
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
Yeah, yeah

Young Thug – Me Or Us (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
…text anymore… so what’re you recording?
It’s a new song, I’ma let you hear a little bit
Play it

[Refrain]
Well this is why-a-why-a-why
Well this is why-a-why-a-why
Well this is why-a-why-a-why

[Chorus]
Who you loyal to? Me or us?
Who you trust the most? Me or us?
Who you wanna fuck every night? Me or us?
Who you wanna take on your flight? Me or us?
Ow!

[Verse]
You the one that said you were doin’ it
And you said you were doin’ it, you’re doin’ it, you’re doin’ it
You say that what you’re doin’, you’re doin’, you’re doin’
You told me that what, what you’re doin’, you’re doin’, you’re doin’
But what you do if your brother left you?
What would you do if them niggas came for you?
You better pursue (watch out)
I just spent 10 racks on a dog from Germany, no Purdue
Oops, I meant Dupree, jury sittin’ on their seat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna know, tell me, lil’ baby, I wanna know
I wanna know
I got the show, fuck my show, be my show
What
I got them loafs, I’m with Metro, he got some more
Yeah, I don’t gotta talk
Nigga, my jewelry, it can say more, hey
You smoke that kush and man I’m so good and I want some cookies
Fuck on your daughter, fuck on my brother
Now she gon’ diss you
I got them racks, I was just buyin’
You was just lookin’
I bought her diamonds and she just smilin’
She think she tooken, but
This one is all for my fans
I’m smokin’ pow-wow in Japan
Blacker the berry, drink my cran
Bae you dig it? Understand

Humming

[Refrain]
Well this is why-a-why-a-why
Well this is why-a-why-a-why
Well this is why-a-why-a-why

Young Thug – Oh Yeah (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
No more pain though
No more motherfucking pain bro, no more motherfucking pain bro

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

[Verse 1]
If you not from Haiti don’t go there
If you not from Bleveland don’t go there
Yes I still got boots, what size you wear?
You can be a stranger and still get a pair
We don’t grab on ’em, we got halves on us, we got math on us
And that jewlery super water, we got baths on us
When I pull from out of school we got staffs on us
We got math on us, You know we up, I ain’t talking bout no Folgers
We get 10,000 pounds of midget
The way she walked up on the plug I really thought that baby knowed us
But she just wanna fuck them digits
She know exactly when to start and when to finish
She know how to get that dick back hard within a minute
I try to play hard, she see right through me just like lenses
She tell Young Thugger to put it up cause she got plenty

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m gon keep racing to the top of the mountain
These niggas knocking me down but when I get there I mount
Enjoy your visit, this my decision
You know my brodies right behind me and they with it
I miss Unfunk he just waiting on my visit
I’m scared to go down there, them folk might just railroad the cheeks
I know he not a white line, but I had to take him off the street
I miss my brother on phone, he can’t do nothing but sit and eat
You know I miss him, that shit happen way too fast I wanna kiss him
Every time I talk to him I wish I had a missile
Just sitting back thinking like what’d he be like on them crystals
That nigga a fool with it
He got a big ol’ bank roll and a tool with it
You run up on me bruh the wrong way and he gon’ use and abuse
But he might got 2, he gon’ use, April Fools
Then sit back and watch the ambulance clean up you

[Hook]
No more pain bro, no more pain sis
They just lame bruh, make your lane sir
I got my money right cause I was sick and tired of it
I’m standing in the rain, I know you feel my pain through my veins
Oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m like oh yeah
Baby I’m like Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah
Ooooh yeah, oooh yeah

Young Thug – For Y’all (feat. Jacquees) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ahem, I said, you don’t wanna walk a mile in my jeans
Oh no, no
I get that green asparagus, bust it down with the team
And we go shopping all day
Whatever, won’t you cop it all day
Need like 40 more credentials for the ladies
All that hatred got ’em sittin’ outside for ages
’90s baby, feel like I been gettin’ it since the ’80s

[Hook: Young Thug]
Make sure everybody flossing, babe I’m saucy
My Hublot blue and I make air plays on Slauson
Aye, I makin’ big ol’ plays
Stackin’ that Frito-Lay, just for my baby

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
[?] racks on racks on racks, I’m goin’ crazy
Flippin’ these packs, these packs, bust it down buy a whip, Miss Daisy
Bust it down good, then get a [?]
Now take off, we don’t play
I didn’t write this all, I just went [?]
I dropped the Vet off and came back racin’
She down with me, got gone face it
She sucked me to sleep, I can’t replace it
Creepin’, man stop, you’ll never get over me
You mean for steppin’ stones, just know you owe me
Everything Gwaluh, he ain’t get no leak
I fuck around slump your partner, on your lil ho street

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Pussy never not wet, never got you upset
Patty cake when that check hit, for the fam it’s Russian roulettes
On the private jet countin’ bitches
Red light, I’m drinkin’ red
Take care of everybody ’round me
And I live my life at risk
And I never forget to

[Hook: Young Thug]
Make sure everybody flossing, babe I’m saucy
My Hublot blue and I make air plays on Slauson
Aye, I’m makin’ big ol’ plays
Stackin’ that Frito-Lay, just for my baby

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I did everything for y’all to ball
Tell y’all risked it all to see a smile on y’all
I risked my future goals for all y’all
I risked my life she told me take that condom off and go raw
She perfect in my eyes, she know when I act modest
Girl version of me, man this just works for me
She, she genius, she my idol believe
Yah, and y’all need any sneakin’ she gon’ peep it
I want pics from that bitch she smokin’ cigarettes
I got roaches for my daughter no puttin’ back
Screamin’ rest in peace to my partner off of Old Nat

[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Pussy never not wet, never got you upset
Patty cake when that check hit, for the fam it’s Russian roulettes
On the private jet countin’ bitches
Red light, I’m drinkin’ red
Take care of everybody ’round me
And I live my life at risk
And I never forget to

[Hook: Young Thug]
Make sure everybody flossing, babe I’m saucy
My Hublot blue and I make air plays on Slauson
Aye, I’m makin’ big ol’ plays
Stackin’ that Frito-Lay, just for my baby

[Outro: Jacquees]
My baby
That’s my baby
Do anything for my baby
Go crazy for my baby

Young Thug – Take Care (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
Better day, better day
See better days, ayy
Yeah!

[Chorus]
A hood girl with a missin’ tail light
You got me stopping at the green light, light yeah
I’ll set you good, I’m off a bean right
And I know you want a savage to give you a ring right (so good!)
Sexin’ on drugs, oh yeah, yeah
Leave a little money on camera, woah woah
You remind me of Erykah Badu, you’re on go
Thinkin’ ’bout masturbating to your nudes, yeah, yeah
Take care
Take care, all right
Yeah she fire right by
Yeah I’m gon’ sleep with you every night
Yeah yeah

[Interlude]
Supposed to win
I’m gon’ pose for you
We supposed to lose
Yeah ‘posed to

[Verse 1]
Maison Margiellas, they ain’t come with no strings, and the jeans Rockafeller
Wraith umbrella for the hoes in the club when I throw my cheddar
She got Chanel mailbag, I’ma gon’ letter, I’ma gon’ let her
Every day I say free Act, lifetime rebel, do it for the fellas
I don’t want that bitch, annoys me
Eat on my dick and she rode me
I fuck her hard like she owin’ me
Put in this dick, now she done with me
My prices cheaper than Dollar Tree
I mastered math like white collars, B
Open your mouth like you yawning
Double cup feature, it’s Barney
I’m with the dogs and we barking
I’ma take off like a Martian
Fuck her and leave her my marking
Bust on that ho, I’m just marking
Look at these niggas, they markers
Ready for war like a Spartan
You can’t block me like I’m Marshawn
My bro got a sound like a marker

[Chorus]
A hood girl with a missin’ tail light
You got me stopping at the green light, light yeah
I’ll set you good, I’m off a bean right
And I know you want a savage to give you a ring right
Take care
Sexin’ on drugs, oh yeah, yeah
Leave a little money on camera, woah woah
You remind me of Erykah Badu, you’re on go
Thinkin’ ’bout masturbating to your nudes, yeah yeah
Take care
Take care, all right
Yeah she fire right by
Yeah I’m gon’ sleep with you every night
Yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
Bill Gates, I’m your stepson
I’m so proud to share your genes on your backbone
Thank you god, 2017 new G-Wagon
I play ring around the rosey with my stepson (oh shit, get ’em)
Off a purple potion
Nigga ain’t braggin’ or boastin’
Ten rack tags and I’m ghost
All white Porsche like lotion
Everybody checkin’ my motion
AP’s, Rollies, and Pateks
Broke nigga stop that madness
And you hoes need to stop that scrambling
Living two minutes from [?]
Trip on these hoes, make ’em panic
I did ’em wrong and I meant it
You Derrick Rose and I’m winning
I’m ’bout these four bars, relentless
I’m tryna put my nut in you really
I’m tryna put my butt in some skinnies
I’m charging my bitch a new Bentley, ayy

[Chorus]
A hood girl with a missin’ tail light
You got me stopping at the green light, light yeah
I’ll set you good, I’m off a bean right
And I know you want a savage to give you a ring right
Take Care

Shania Twain – Life’s About To Get Good

[Verse 1]
I wasn’t just broken, I was shattered
I trusted you so much, you’re all that mattered
You no longer broke me, and I seemed like a suck
I couldn’t move on, [?]

[Chorus]
Life’s about joy
Life’s about pain
It’s all about forgiving, and the will to walk away
I’m ready to be loved
And love the way I should
Life’s about
Life’s about to get good

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good

[Verse 2]
[?], the wider the river
Killed me that you gave your life to be with her
I hope to believe that things would get better
It’s hard to forget you, forever

[Chorus]
Life’s about joy
Life’s about pain
It’s all about forgiving, and the will to walk away
I’m ready to be loved
And love the way I should
Life’s about
Life’s about to get good

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good

[Bridge]
It took me so long to be strong
I’m alive, and I hold on
What I can feel it hurts you
Oh, I
About to get good
About to get good
About to get good

[Chorus]
Life’s about joy
Life’s about pain
It’s all about forgiving, and the will to walk away
I’m ready to be loved
And love the way I should
Life’s about
Life’s about to get good

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good
Oh, life’s about to get good

[Outro]
Life’s about joy
Life’s about pain
Life’s about, life’s about to get good