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Slowmotion – Fler feat. Jalil songtexte

Songtexte Fler – Slowmotion

Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slowmotion!

Vierunddreißig, doch bin drauf wie achtzehn
Ich will diese kleine Biatch Shirin David nackt sehen
Freeze – Baby, Baby, Freeze
Nur für eine Nacht, nicht dass du dich in mich verliebst, ayy
Meine Homies sind real, meine B*tches sind fake
Doch ich rede nur von der Oberweite, wenn ich sag’: „Sie sind fake.“
Geile Ärsche sind mein Fetisch versuri-lyrics.info
Ich glaub’, Jalil, er sieht das ähnlich
Letzte Woche hatt’ ich mein Meeting mit Apple (Ja, Mann)
Die wollten wissen wie viel Geld ich gerne hätte
Spotify bezahlt mir meine neue Kette
Zwei Kilo Gold, Junge, was ist Heavy Metal? (Rammstein)
Trag’ die Scharfe unterm Sweater (Bang!)
Jeder Hurensohn wird Rapper
In der Booth ist alles neblig (Shit!)
Dieser Lifestyle – Für dich schädlich!
Freeze – Baby, Baby, Freeze
Herzchen bei WhatsApp am Morgen, als ich sie verließ, ayyyy.

Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slowmotion!

Lauf’ in den Club wie bei Matrix, all die Weiber werden panisch
Jeder Schritt ist in Slomo, alle deutschen Rapper steh’n nur statisch
Laber mich nicht voll, wenn dein Brudi kaum bounct
Ich lauf heute bargeldlos, denn alles geht hier aufs Haus
Scheine regnen runter auf die Models von der Fashionweek
Bin und bleib’ ein Badboy, weil der Gute nur in Märchen siegt
Damals hatt’ ich keine Kohle, Geld konnt’ ich nur schwer verdien’n
Heute läuft die Scheiße flüssig, Nigga ist am schwer verdien’n
Mein erster Wagen – CLA – AMG – Sportsitze
Das hat nichts mit Glück zu tun – b*tch, man nennt das Fortschritte (woah)
Ich hätte nie gedacht, ich hatte keine Ahnung (woah)
Dass ich lila Scheine trage, für die kleinste Zahlung (woah)
Statt im Ibis schlaf’ ich jetzt im Interconti
Bring auch deine Freundin mit, ich fick’ euch beide in der Kombi (denn).

Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomo!
Geile Weiber sind mein Fetisch
Ich wirk’ auf sie magnetisch
Ich red’ mit Gott und er ist gnädig
Komm’ in den Club und nichts bewegt sich
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slowmotion!
Laufe rein in Slomo-mo
Laufe rein in Slomooo!
Fler songtexte
Video Fler

The shine – Ayokay feat. Chelsea Cutler lyrics

Lyrics Ayokay – The shine

I tripped and fell into
A rhythm with you
I jumped off the deep end
But still played it cool.(the shine)

Tried to pretend we’re not different
And I hate that I have to admit it
But I’m done with wishing.

I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears off
Cause I’m all out of words, feel alone every time we touch
The more that I hold you, the more I don’t know your touch
I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears off.

I know that we’re living inside of a dream
Cause we’re trying too hard to make this a thing
Why does it feel like we’re working
You act like a whole different person
I’m tired of searching.

I know it’s only a matter of time till the shineee wears off
Cause I’m all out of words, feel alone every time we touch
The more that I hold you, the more I don’t know your touch
I know it’s only a matter of time till the shineee wears off.

I’ll be fine knowing it’s over
Clearer eyes come with getting older
We fantasize but we had our day
Versuri-lyrics.info
Now your diguise is fading
Your disguise is fading away.

I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears off
Cause I’m all out of words, feel alone every time we touch
The more that I hold you, the more I don’t know your touch
I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears off.

Feel alone every time we touch
The more that I hold you, the more I don’t know your touch
I know it’s only a matter of time till the shine wears offf.
Ayokay lyrics
Video shine

TYGA – 100’s lyrics

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

Running up the set, throwing up the set, bitches on set (Yeah)
Got bitches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me bitch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me bitch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
Bitches come this way, bitches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and noble
Drunk off the [??] and the [??] juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you

Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-[??]
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhfuckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick, jumping on my dick
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhfuckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it

TYGA – Act Ghetto lyrics

She just wanna act ghetto…
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto…
She just wanna act ghetto…
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto

She wear diamond on her pussy, diamonds on neck, yeah (Uh)
Talking out her neck? demand respect
Yeah, she wanna act ghetto , getting drunk on the set
Gonna drink it out the bottle, flip the finger when she ready
Fuck it when she dance, touch it when she dance
Feelin’ on her friends, do it for the ‘gram
Yeah, she wanna hold a nigga hand, kiss a nigga face
All up in the line, at Mac Donalds, yeah
She just wanna shake, she wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna stunt like Rihanna, might make me wear Puma
Gettin’ checks like Kylie, yeah, everyday I do it, yeah
Yesterday, I did it, everytime I’m with her

She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto

[Lil Wayne]
She just wanna get her booty done
And she give me head while she chewing gum
Got those fabulous, she’s a booty [??]
She ain’t got home training, she got Uber tho
She just text me O-M-W with two XOs
Only thing she always coming through is project hoes
Gotta put my jewellery up, gotta hide that dough
All I know is pussy hoes and Pyrex hoes
Woo, oh shit, oh shit, I’m so Hollygrove
Yellow bone suck my glow stick, now she got that glow
Oh, let me go squad, we eat like [??]
And them birds, she ain’t sleeping feather, she just ghetto

Act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper (Tune) rap like a nigga( Lil Tune)
She just wanna rub her tities pop her ass
She just wanna (Tune)act ghetto when the cameras flash( Young Mula Baby)
She just wanna act ghetto ( Tyga with her)
She just wanna act ghetto ( Yeah)
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto (Yeah)

She wanna jump in a Jacuzzi, jump in a Ferrari, (Yeah)
Suckin’ on a Lolli, riding in my di carte (Skrr)
Stumbling through the lobby, pulling off her dress (Woah)
Wanna change off them heels, throw off the sweats (Mm)
I love when her hair in a bun (Bun)
Honey-bun pussy on my tongue
Smacking on her ass, smacking on her gum
Counting all this cash, cutting up my thumb
She just wanna shake, she wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna do it (she wanna do it)
She wanna stunt like Rihanna
Cut her hair, tat her body, keep it thug in her life, this why I always keep her by me (Yeah)

She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her tities, pop her ass
She just wanna act ghetto when the cameras flash

She just wanna act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto, act ghetto…!

Per aspera ad astra – Disarstar songtexte

Songtexte Disarstar – Per aspera ad astra

Yeahhh
Mein Onkel sagt es mir umsonst, die Sonne strahlt
Mohammed, du hast nie gelernt, wie man in sich Balance bewahrt
Dein Vater war kein Vater aus dem Bilderbuch
Doch alles is’ okay
Und es ist mein Problem, wenn ich dafür den Sinn nich’ such’
Er sagt mir, ich soll aufrecht geh’n
Und dann bleibt auch dein Traum besteh’n
.. persönlich sollte diesen Namen für dich auserwähl’n
Drum trage ihn mit Würde
Wie der Beste im Entscheidung treffen, Menschen richtig einzuschätzen
Lag das nich’ in dei’m Ermess’nach
Yeah, suchtest öfter Gutes, wo nix Gutes war
In Menschen, die’s nich’ wert war’n
.. Bruder hier, Bruder da, du hast es oft zu spät gemerkt
Dir selber oft den Weg versperrt
Dein Leben nich’ mehr lebenswert mit Depressivität im Herz
Yeah, dein Schicksal steht geschrieben, doch du kannst bestimm’
Hör tief in dich hinein, denn vielleicht zieht es dich woanders hin, du
Konntest dir vergeben, doch vergessen nie
Wenn du dich selbst nich’ respektierst verlässt dich deine Energie
Du kannst nur die Bremse zieh’n und Gott vertrau’n, in was du bist
Und dann kann dich auch nix beschwer’n
Yeah, außer wenn du das vergisst
Yeah und es ist nie zu spät für diesen Weg
Bis jeder deiner Tränen sich in Siegessträhnen niederschlägt (yeah)
Denk’ daran, ja, viele haben in ihrem Leben viel erlebt
Drum halte fest, ich will dich nich’ verlieren seh’n
Mein Lieber, geh versuri-lyrics.info
Mein Onkel sagt, es kommt, wie’s kommen soll
Per aspera ad astra
Familie über allem
Merci ..

Per aspera ad astra
Von der Wiege bis ins Grab
Ey, vom ersten bis zum allerletzten Tag
Per aspera ad astra
Immer weiter geradeaus
Auf der Suche nach den Wegen hier raus
Per aspera ad astra
Und mein Onkel sagt: “Ich glaub’ an dich
Hab’ nur Vertrau’n in dich.”
Per aspera ad astra
Per aspera ad astra.

Mein Onkelt sagt, Gerrit, du erinnerst mich an den jungen Werther
Nicht erst seit gestern, damals warst du nicht unbeschwerter
Du musst fragen und herausfinden, wofür du lebst
Viele Bücher lesen und bereit sein, wenn ‘ne Tür aufgeht (ja)
Immer versuchen nur das Beste aus dir selbst zu machen
Der schwere Kopf gehört zu dir
Nein, er ist nicht aus der Welt zu schaffen
Doch du kannst lernen, damit umzugeh’n
Dich nich’ umzudreh’n
Wenn Vergangenheit ruft, nicht nach unten seh’n
Und die Balance halten, Contenance bewahren
Manchmal musst du Atlas sein und auf dei’n Schultern Tonnen tragen
Schweren Herzens baden geh’n (ja)
Im Stillen Tage zähl’n
Manchmal kann man Resulte erst nach ein paar Jahren seh’n
Nur immer gerade steh’n und dich nicht verbiegen für ‘ne Welt
Die denen, die das wollen, auch auf Knien nicht gefällt
Finde Liebe, find’ dich selbst
Denn nur dann kannst du sie weitergeben
Und dafür um den heißen Brei zu reden hat man keine Zeit im Leben
Sag’ nicht, dass ich’s besser mach’
Doch ich würd’s besser machen, wenn ich wieder in deinem Alter wär’
Du hast nur eine Chance, keine mehr
Zurück zum Staat geh’n is’ nich’ drin
Denn mit den Jahr’n werden die Beine schwer
Und was er sagt bedeutet viel für mich
Weil er neben mir der einzige Künstler in der Familie is’
Und er sagt: Per aspera ad astra heißt: ‘Mit Schmerz ist der Weg zu den Sternen gepflastert.’

Per aspera ad astra
Von der Wiege bis ins Grab
Ey, vom ersten bis zum allerletzten Tag
Per aspera ad astra
Immer weiter geradeaus
Auf der Suche nach den Wegen hier raus
Per aspera ad astra
Und mein Onkel sagt: “Ich glaub’ in dich
Hab’ nur Vertrau’n an dich.”
Per aspera ad astra
Per aspera ad astraaa.
Disarstar songtexte
Video astra

Escape Route Chapter 5/5 – Kilian lyrics

Lyrics Kilian – Escape Route Chapter 5/5

Mr K now
Now is the summation of the past
You understand
Everything leading up to this moment
It’s an acknowledging narrative of a man wiser today than he was yesterday
Every bridge burnt and every bridge built
It is my becoming.(escape route)

Quite down, quite down, I got some words to say
Boys and girls hush now if I may introduce myself
They call me Mr K
I learned the greatest trap in life is not success
But self rejection keeping your dreams close
Because many will object them
Success comes with flaws, eat your problems for breakfast
Love or trust if you do run to nana
Wish I took my own advice
I’m known for rush tongue
We’re made by history, words by Luther King
Before you preached to the quite a bit of bloody sin
I was all alone, now my family is everything
Dad was a good man versuri-lyrics.info
I didn’t but now I know it
Long live my mama, she is the queen who passed the crown
So peace, for love, for everything but a frown
Goes around, comes around, I’m the man who looks down
Mr K
Yeah that’s me
Baby yeah, that’s me
Mr K
Yeah that’s me
Baby yeah, that’s me.

My mother is a queen whose crown has been stolen
She is the strongest and the weakest person I know
I’ve seen her laugh, cry, fallen, get back up
But above all, I’ve seen her love.

My mama said as a child when she was pregnant with me
I used to kick ever so hard, everytime I heard a beat.

I have a thing with boom or bang
I kinda haven’t looked back ever since
I haven’t looked back ever sinceee.
Kilian lyrics
Video chapter 5/5

Vitrine – Vald featuring Damso paroles

Paroles Vald – Vitrine

J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La bitch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La bitch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie.

Souviens-toi quand t’étais moche, personne voulait d’toi
Tu ne faisais que sucer des bites, t’as bu l’sperme de toute l’équipe
Aujourd’hui, tu fais ta gueule, t’as refait ton cul squelettique
Charnelle est la gymnastique versuri-lyrics.info
J’suis dans le hood, hood, j’fais que fumer des spliffs
J’encule la morale et l’éthique, j’suis sans manière
Dans sa schneck, j’y mets formes géométriques
Police sur bande kilométrique
Y’a ceux qui ont le barreau, y’a ceux qu’ont la barrette de shit
Et ceux qui nous dénoncent aux flics
Intouchable comme la chatte sidatique d’une b*tch
Oh non, j’ai de la beuh pour toi, un peu d’O.G. pour toi
Un peu de lean pour toi, legging en sueur, elle mouille
Suce-moi la teub au lieu d’casser les couilles, pute
V-A-L-D-A-M-So, quelques pussy dans le bando
J’démarre sa puterie dans l’benzo
Triste vie, vitrine enfumée de bédo
J’fume ce pli, Dem’s, Dem’s.

Triste vie, derrière vitrineee, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrineee, triste vie
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrineee en fumée de weed
Vitrineee en feu.

Voiture bélier dans les charts, j’ai plié l’capot
Comme y’avait pas d’porte ouverte, j’ai pété l’carreau
Laisser K.O. ses séquelles, lui font péter l’tarot
Derrière vitrine comme derrière barreau, derrière vitrine comme derrière barreau.

Salope sur son 31
Pour sursaut dans ses reins
Le néon éclaire sa plastique, et son cœur en est un
Les jambes toujours plus ouvertes comme rappeur en déclin
Tes gens me parlent, dis-leur d’arrêter
J’tire des grandes barres d’eucalyptus
Elle sort ses seins mais va rien allaiter
Elle sent le cul et l’beurre de karité
Ce rap est sale, c’est pas d’la variété
Ou bien d’la sorcellerie, faut les Garcimorer
Toutes ces garces mijaurées, maxi promo surpasse la qualité
Sacrifice de bébé dans berceau alité
Peut faire de toi une personnalité
J’tire sur le joint comme un enfant déscolarisé
Et sur ton équipe de tchoins désolidarisées
Jamais, Ô grand jamais, je ne peux pas
C’est très souvent l’affaire de deux doigts
J’suis devant toi mais, pourtant, tu n’es pas prêt de me voir
V-A-L-Damso, Seezy pour signer l’homicide, embuer les vitres de ton domicile
Un jour t’es contre, un jour t’es avec, j’te vois comme Al-Qaida
Un jour sur deux, j’ai envie d’péter la vitrine de BNP Paribas
Alcool et shit dans mon alliage
Le fond, la forme, je suis l’mariage
Aucune action du genre admirable
Population du genre à l’image de Dieu qui danse la Macarena
J’sors d’une ke-schne comme d’un marécage
Le cœur et la bite sont trop maniables
La querelle s’invite sur la capitale
Kamikaze navigue comme Qatari à Ris-Pa
J’roule Marie-Jeanne sans cocaina
J’cours après le temps et l’ocarina
Derrière les vitres teintées, je m’souviens d’l’anonymat.

J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrineee en fumée de weed
Vitrineee en feu
J’suis dans le sex club, def’ comme Nate Dogg
La b*tch fait du pole-dance sur un son dance-hall
Vitrine en fumée de weed
Vitrine en feu
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vie
Triste vie, derrière vitrine, triste vieee.
Vald paroles
Video Vald

100s – Chief Keef featuring Tyga lyrics

Lyrics Tyga – 100s

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it.

Running up the set, throwing up the set, b*tches on set (Yeah)
Got b*tches in the hallway, dope in the stash, dope in the stash, hoes in the back (Yeah)
That Ferrari just foreplay, nigga put the swag, nigga put the cash, nigga put the bag (yeah)
Everybody know me b*tch, running up a check, running up a check
Techs with a tech if a nigga play me b*tch
Nigga go dat way, nigga go dat way
b*tches come this way, b*tches wanna kiss me
Turn a freeway to a speedrace (Skrr)
Don’t be acting shit about the fam
Don’t be reading shit in Daily Mail
I just closed a big deal, looking through my email, watch this shit sell like Adele.

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids versuri-lyrics.info
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it.

Bought that whip off the showroof (Skrr, skrr)
Yeah, she do the same things them hoes do
That makes her a hoe too
I’ma bachelor, I ain’t got no boo
It’s all be solo and noble
Drunk off the sake and the .. juice
Drop out, pull up in a oldschool (Ooh)
Drop out but I’m pulling drops out
Got my cock out like I told you
Heard the rumours ’bout you were so true
You thirsty and you ain’t got no juice
And getting bread something that we toast to
Two girls asked me what I’m gon’ do, I said both you.

Young Nobu, we at the go-thru
All my day ones is my go-tos
Got my own show just to show you
I’on’t trust you as far as I can through you
Ch-ch-chop it up like bo-..
White diamonds dripping like ’02
Niggas want beef but they Tofu
They like G.O.O.D. Music, baby that’s a good move.

Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, 100s
Hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnid hunnids
Running through the set, running up a check, running through the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Money in the sack, money in the sky, money in the ceilings
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
In the club, throwing racks and I got swag busting out the bag
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
T-Raww pulled up on me in a muhf*ckin’ Lamb
Counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
Jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck, jumping on my d*ck
‘Cause I’m counting hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, hunnids
We don’t need no muhf*ckin’ money machine, we like to touch it, touch it, touch ittt.
Tyga lyrics
Video Tyga

PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie – Horses (From “The Fate Of The Furious”)

[Intro: PnB Rock]
DJ Chose
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Won’t take that bitch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
Damn, I’m the man now
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

Kodak Black – Off The Land

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m paintin’ pictures, everythin’ I say you see it vivid
Lil’ Kodak makin’ movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live this life, when you hear my songs, you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Gettin’ bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate, so why lil’ shawty wanna kick it?
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-launderin’
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talkin’ Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me, I’m booted up, ain’t talkin’ Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleepin’ knowin’ that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby, how I’m suckin’ on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculatin’ every move, this shit like playin’ chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches, you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cuttin’ dope with Arm & Hammer?
When I was jumpin’ in them houses like I’m fuckin’ Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Chorus]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playin’, I’m ’bout business
Lil’ Kodak had to get it off the land, talkin’ Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floatin’ on a Xan, I swear to God, it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eatin’ lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail, you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feedin’ me, how I’m suckin’ on her titties

GoldLink – Herside Story (feat. Hare Squead)

[Intro: Jessy Rose]
Oh, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no
Mmm, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Jessy Rose]
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Baby, I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Said baby, I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Said baby, I’m down for you, down for you
I’m down for you, down for you, down for you

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Pulled up to the rita spot where ya girls be at
Told my girl, "Man, I hit your phone say where your head be at?"
We ain’t speak in four or five months, so I’m nervous now
You said that you heard my last shit, so I know you’re mad now
Oh man, still that nigga
Uptown with the hittas?
Pop a nigga like we pop a wheely
Niggas goin’ crazy in the city
If we do it, show up in the city
Just did that instead of rockin’ with me
Always keep it so one thousand with ya
Always down to run a mile for ya

[Chorus: Jessy Rose]
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Baby, I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Said baby, I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Said baby, I’m down for you, down for you
I’m down for you, down for you, down for you

[Verse 2: Goldlink]
Roll up, rockin’, get to poppin’ with ya
Ain’t nobody get to fightin’ with ya
Ain’t nobody get to pipe and hit ya
And none a nigga, can’t nobody get ya
Wild nigga from the wild side
DC nigga so I’m real dry
Yeah, yeah, got the mock top from the east side to the west side
Super fake with the hoes now
Countin’ money with the bros now
G starrin’ from a Benz
Lick, lick, lick, lick with the scope now
Skrrt, skrrt in the coupe (huh)
Ask a shawty what it do? (huh)
I ain’t really mean to fall in love with a hood bitch, but it’s you

[Bridge: Jessy Rose]
I will be right by your shoulder, babe
And when the weather gets colder
Know that I’m right there
Said you should know that I’m right there
I will be right by your shoulder, babe
And when the weather gets colder
Know that I’m right there
Said you should know that I’m right there

[Chorus: Jessy Rose]
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Baby I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Said baby I’m down for you, I’m down for you
Whenever the sun don’t shine on the west side
You know I’m sitting pretty right by your side
Said baby I’m down for you, down for you
I’m down for you, down for you, down for you

Dice Soho – Too Much

[Intro]
Like it’s levels of high
I ain’t that high
I’m high tho
ButI ain’t super high
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

[Verse 1]
New designer on me
All these tats on me
All these racks on me
Watch you throw that ass on me
Had to run it up
Saw her cutting up
He got some money now he going dumb as fuck
Hit the club, fuck it up
Throw a couple bucks
Sorry but your girl slurp made her suck it up
Yeah she swallow
She had me up for lunch
Then rolled a blunt and poured a for on my Hawaiian Punch
Mixed it with promethazine now I’m in a dream
Money long like Limousines can’t fit in my jeans
Drop the roof, make a scene
Shorty pinky ring
Spent 30k cash in it like a hockey rink (Ice)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
She want the combination to the safe
Nahh can’t tell her
Can’t tell her, can’t tell her nahhh

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

[Verse 2]
Nigga sleeping fuck it let em keep sleeping on me
4 am his bitch late night creeping on me
Sent the hoe a Uber told her call me when you outside
Let her see the lifestyle
Left her with her mouth wide
She a eater, she gone chew that boy up until the drops top
Bending corners, ducking 12
Serving to the south side
You can’t get paid staying in the house, yeah
Flew to L.A then I bought a house yeah
Had to cuss them lame bitches off, yeah
Cuz they couldn’t understand the boss, nahh
Remember getting in trouble in them halls
Now I can ball whenever
Whenever I’m in the mall
Yeah I stay down now balling with my dawgs
Now all these model bitches I want gone let me in their drowse
Got a barbie from Columbia, she don’t come with flaws
Got a move small I can’t take another loss
Hell naww look at

[Hook]
All these hundreds on the table
Oh yeah, imma fuck around and spend it
Oh yeah, I been popping pills since 7
Oh yeah, too much paper we be getting
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up
Spend a bandz
Spend a bandz young nigga
And watch me run it up watch me run it up

Will.I.Am – Fiyah

[Intro]
Whoever’s coming up next
If you can hear me back there, don’t be nervous
Just bring that fiyah

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Verse 1]
I woke up like this
I’m buttin’ up like this
I turn up like this
All I wanna do is burn it up like this
I stay like that
[?] like that
I kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Tell ’em, tell ’em I don’t play like that
I’m the [?] in here
Sippin’ a hundred dollar brandy here
So hot, need a fan in here
All [?] in here
It’s the inferno
If you didn’t know it, baby, now you know
Say oh-wee-oh-wee-oh
Come on, oh-wee-oh-wee-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Verse 2]
I run it like this
I make it hot like this
I’m ’bout to drop it like this
I’m all the way up, on the top like this
[?] dance like that
I do my little dance like that
I kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it
Then I call the ambulance like that
It’s going down in here
Y’all gon’ wear the crown in here
Y’all gon’ have [?] in here
[?] make a sound in here
It’s the vulcano
If you didn’t know it, baby, now you know
Say oh-wee-oh-wee-oh
Come on, oh-wee-oh-wee-oh

[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t touch me
I’m too, too, too, too high up
You can’t touch me
I’m about to, to, to, to rise up
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah, ooh-ah

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

[Bridge]
It’s gettin’ hot in here
It’s gettin’ hot in here
It’s gettin’ hot, hot
It’s gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot, gettin’ hot

[Chorus]
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)
Fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah (yeah)
I’m on fiyah
I’m on f-f-f-fiyah
I’m on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah, on fiyah (fiyah)

Dave East – Free Smoke (Eastmix)

[Intro]
Free Mac, Free Scrat, Free Trap

[Verse]
Every morning that I’m waking up, somebody askin’ about my BM (Who?)
Who is that, whip blue and black? On my seat, I’m getting a BM
That’s a I8 through the tri-state
All my niggas raise the crime rate
It’s getting ugly like Lebron face
Never seen it coming, that’s a blind date
Shooter told me I should slow down, I was sipping lot of codeine lately
Ross got the hardest album out, wonder what’s gon’ happen when he see Baby
Glock .40 kinda hard to tuck it but I’m walking in with this 3-80
Never claimed to be a legend in this rap game
I just let the people say it
I fuck your bitch with Tory Lanez On
Only Ethika no Hanes on
Hightech, how we brainstorm
I’m getting brain while the rain pour
Free [?], free [?]
All I see is C-Notes, all I want is deepthroat
Can’t drive to the crib in Miami, you gon’ need a speedboat
Everybody got loud now tell me who the plug when you need coke
Anything they can get, I be talkin’ shit they gon’ repost
Trump never needed votes, brand new Beretta I’ma need a scope
I can hit your homie from a block away, in a bad mood nigga not today
Shout out to [?] from [?], mami break it down andale
If you owe debt then you gotta pay
Stop acting like you can not die today
I ain’t never seen a pot of gold [?] kitchen with a lotta yay
Sniff, sniff make your nose drip
I give a Op the whole clip
I pick Whitey up on 4-5th
I got great aim, bitch I don’t miss
Play that water like I know fish
Credit cards that was ’06
Watch full of ice, broke wrist
30 shots told ’em ‘hold this’
I got a bag in my mind move
To keep it real, only ever youngin’ talkin’ my type of shit is Don Q
Flex show ’em what the bomb do
Long live Crazy O, when I do the Grammy’s punk we in all blue
That pussy was good but I’m from the hood, I prolly kill it and never call you
Got haters, I don’t like to argue
The floor in the kitchen is marble
I ain’t in the business like Marlo
I get you hit for a walkthrough
Free [?], free [?]
We blow weed smoke, you a lame and we know
[?] put in a zip-lock
If you rappin’ just be careful who you fuckin’ they gon’ run it on Love & Hip Hop
Mona, givin’ out checks
Remember when I couldn’t see the pussy, seen hoes giving out sex
[?] east, now living west since Mugga died I don’t get rest
Get the house in the hills, I don’t need a pill I still hit your bitch a day straight
Do the speed with the gun in the ride this money on time and it can’t be a day late
Remember that notice to vacate
It said evicted and all that
I’m tryna cop me a AK, designer everything in all-black
Pay attention, where you walk at
Blood leakin’ out a skullcap
Kush coma that’s a bud nap
I done brought my city buzz back
You wouldn’t believe who I’m fucking now
Headshot, only cost one stack

[Outro]
We was broke, we was broke
We was broke, we was broke
Diamonds on me no more gold
Diamonds on me no more gold
I need dope, need dope
Need dope, need dope
Every city that I go bring backwoods, I can free smoke
Free smoke

Steve Lacy – Moron

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

[Verse]:
Girl, was it somethin I said?
You killed my confidence
And left my heart [?]
And now I
Can’t get you off my mind
Yet what a waste of time
I’ve spent on you
I’m such a fool, ohhhh

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

[Bridge Instrumental]

[Chorus]:
Caught a feel, I didn’t want her back
She’s over me, I want her back
Why does it happen to me?
Gotta move on, I got about 3
Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Girls I could call
Anytime, but I only want her
I don’t know why

Lupe Fiasco – Kneelin’ On Needles

[Intro]
Wa-ves… you say waves, I say wa-ves
Kaepernick, waddup?
I knew they was gonna do that to you
But it’s all good, though
You gotta’ stand up for something, know what I’m talking about?
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Gravitons, orbit around my halo space, halo space
Little Debbie crumbs and potato flakes
Junkyard food meets 808s
Better say your grace
Stay your place, play your bass
And wait on a upright
Right up to them niggas that don’t like us
Writer, fiber optics on high fiber
Move
Quick like that, no, I go as, "ain’t shit like that"
Magnum entendre, rollin’ on a rubber
Hit Virgin for the album, I was floatin’ on the cover
I pit my car, they let a lad in
I was floatin’ on the cover, made a message out a mess
Got ’em clothes up the flow and taught ’em how to dress
Made a space so they can milk this way
Had ’em open up the udders
Broken off hat had folks in all colors
I wish a nigga would try and open y’all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin’ all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by the carload
You know LF won to come out the top
But for this ten I’ma just open up the car door
And my deepness
Might spit the stash box sequence that I open up the cargo
If I break it down to your lil homie, might get a nigga CARTO
You ain’t gotta worry ’bout ours tho
DROGAS Light, DROGAS
And I might drop SKULLS as an art show
K-dot wants stretch marks
I wanna own everything that’s west of the best parts
K.R.I.T., everything from the legs down
Mickey Factz, everything where the neck starts
Necklace, head heart, go, get set, mark, oh

[Hook]
Turn the mics up
Like a nigga ’round fight club
And the fuzz came through to indict us
But it’s an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
All right, all right, oh Lord

[Verse 2]
But, I’m back to the mentally
And it’s not about natural ability
You would think that Kaep took a shat on the Statue of Liberty
God damn
It’s like we’re trapped in a memory
Untrue facts where black is an injury
It makes we wanna snap, just slap me an enemy
Then go into the back and just rap to infinity
Fuck, be more like Chance
Solo acts be more like bands
Adversaries be more like fans
BDs and GDs be more like fam
I’m just vying for the summer
Women lie, men lie
And everybody lie about the numbers
Hard to be smart when the only thing on your mind
Is dying from a thumper
I know I’m weird but nigga it’s real
Better to hear it from a nigga like Lu
Before you hear it from a nigga like Trump
Talking to a nigga like you
Oh Lord

[Hook]
Turn the mics up
Like a nigga ’round fight club
And the fuzz came through to indict us
But it’s an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
But it’s hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white
All right, all right, oh Lord

smokepurpp – Glock Inside My Benz

[Intro]
Udigg, udigg
*harmonizing*
No such thing as friends

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 1]
Hit that bitch in a Lamb’
Tax a motherfucker like Uncle Sam
And I’m off the xan, don’t give a damn
When I’m in LA they pull out cameras
G-Glock in my closet
Showed that bitch that Benz, now she drippin’ like a faucet
Before I kick in the door, bitch you know a nigga knockin’
Autotune status, bitch you know that my shit knockin’
If you stealin’ swag, I ain’t gon’ stop it
See I’m in the streets and I might drop ’em
Keep that fuck nigga, keep away
You can see it in my fit, I’m gettin’ paid
See me, you can see me
I feel like John Cena on this CD
Lil Purpp bless your trap that’s what the streets need
Don’t owe a nigga shit cause you don’t feed me

[Bridge]
And I pour the mud ’til I’m sleepy
Lil’ bitch wanna touch on my pee pee
I’m a deadstar, rockstar
I’m a deadstar

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 2]
Sweat, molly made me sweatin’
Yeah bitch I’m a star but I’m still dead
And I’m with my dawg just like a vet
Pull up at your trap and get it wet
Do it for my set
And I never talk to no feds
In LA I used to sleep with no bed
Now I’m a million dollar nigga in the jet
Udigg, SLATT

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

Massari – Done Da Da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh
[x2]

Your body criminal just like a killer
Keep her undercover while she lying on a pillow
Says she wanna do it in the ocean by the villa
I know what you want, baby, I’ma get it done
Get it, get it, get it

Shots of martinis, says I want it
Champagne (?) while we pourin’
I know what you workin’ when you drop it on the floor
I’ma hit it one time then you will be done da da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh
[x2]

See me drinking body shots of that Tequila
Shorty got that milkshake, got me tasting that vanilla
Looking around the world and you won’t find nobody illa
I know what you want, baby, I’ma get it done
Get it, get it, get it

Shots of martinis, says I want it
Champagne (?) while we pourin’
I know what you workin’ when you drop it on the floor
I’ma hit it one time then you will be done da da

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
Eh-eh-eh

Miss fatty fatty killin’ it, you never heard-ah
Takin’ all the money when she twist and she turn
Killin’ with that body, make you hot ’til you burn-ah
Come put the word out, you call her murdah

Let me try to cuff her body, hit it one time
She call me, Mr. Lover, will we do it all night?
Cause I get it done da da, then I’m leaving alright
Give you no lie, give you, give you no lie-ay

Miss fatty fatty call me murdah
Best believe what you heard-ah
Dem a know we coming back to put the word out
(Eh-eh-eh)
I’ma hit it one time, one time, done da da
[x2]

Freddie Gibbs – 20 Karat Jesus (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

Part 1

[Intro]
Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
My ambitions as a rider, nigga
Survival off that powder, nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can’t find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dealer was on that type of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer, nigga
Blinded and misguided, nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I’m on the interstate with some Guerrillas
With shit can get me like 200 years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
I’m living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don’t want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends

[Bridge]
I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Spent my last 200 thou’ on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS300
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 2]
I-I-I be kickin’ shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope
Stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though
My cellie like to walk around in his sleep I rather stay woke
I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
These hoes get in the wind, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes

[Bridge]
Thats why I ride with that white-white
Just like Fight Night we be weighin’ in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Split my last two hundered thou’ on a bird and Mercedes Benz
My dog used to pull up in a ’99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain’t want it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment

[Verse 3]
I-I-I be kickin shit just like Rodman did the camera man
I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rips from the clip leave you stiff, mannequin challenge nigga
Me and my chips with dip boy ain’t no play play ’bout that Frito-Lay
Tried to give me ten I beat the case so it’s gon’ be okay
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
Mama say I live next door to the death ’cause I live in the moment

[Outro]
Don’t live in the moment
Don’t live in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
Nigga I’m living in the moment
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning
I’ll be there in the morning

Part 2

[Intro]
Yah
Kane baby
I drank holy water

[Verse 1]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain’t never taught me shit
‘Cept "Fuck a friend you gon’ be solo in your coffin bitch"
Walkin’ home from work my .44 pulled up what I’m walking with
Old folks out the church say "He need Jesus that boy off a bit"
Preacher’s daughter said "I’ll let you fuck it just might cost a bit"
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
Lost a bitch a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can’t divorce her
Lying from my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don’t blow your money, young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape
They walking tape recorders, yeah

[Break]
Yeah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape
You ain’t think I knew that shit though I know though

[Verse 2]
Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Drove on 65, brought 65 I sold the whole shit
Popo searched my cutlass on the road I got my own shit
Boy you know the rules they pick you up don’t call my phone bitch
Boy you know the rules that shit don’t jump unless you sold it down
S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can’t flush the toilet down
454 my motor down
Got green, got dough, got yola now
They playin’ they suffer exposure now
This rapper shit just for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit, getting visa money
I don’t knock it I just do the dope and blow it
I gotta get it so I gotta see the money
Y’all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

[Outro]
Young Nigga
Stay smooth, stay solid nigga
These niggas put your name on anything but a prayer
Amen
Glory be to God, what’s happening pimps?
It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
You know what I’m talking about?
It’s your boy Jesus man
Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy
Say it again so I can uh reiterate it man
Your minds not ready and your heart’s not open
You know what I’m saying?
That’s what’s wrong with you man
You doing all that coveting
You trying to, you wan’t what other niggas got
You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga
God gave you a gift nigga
Pay attention to what he got for you
You, other niggas over here
Yah he could sell dope real good, that’s not your lane my nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée man

Freddie Gibbs – Alexys (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Kane, Nigga
On the blade
I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I’m saying?
Baby Scarface

[Verse 1]
I first taste cocaine in 10th grade
Homie at the table chopping Rick James
Sent the package off from Texas it’s been six days
Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came
Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma’s spot
Fuck it I’ma bust a fucking jugg I’m a juggernaut
Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah
Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out
Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks
The realest niggas that I know ain’t never sold dope
The hardest nigga that I know ain’t never served time
Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner
And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that
Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs
Keep this strictly business you can’t mix up your homie with that
One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that
Feel like I’m outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small
Gon’ have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved
Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off
Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog
Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition
Niggas worse than a side bitch, they can’t quite stay in a position
Don’t know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention
And these the niggas I’m cool with
My enemies I have yet to mention

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch
Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

[Verse 2]
Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her
What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem
I’m posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin’ in
Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine
Pussy niggas can’t play they part we dearly departed them
Quick like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and ’em
I rap but I keep weight
And I know the streets take
Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe
Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous
In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling
In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging ’em
My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums
Living life on high speed nigga that’s just the lane we in
About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin’

[Chorus]
I got cake bitch can’t everyday be my birthday Yah
You can’t take me off first place on my worst day
Streets dry niggas thirsty
So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake
Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit
My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick
These animalistic instincts that we was born with
Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip
Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them

Freddie Gibbs – Crushed Glass (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Diego, roll me one up, my nigga

[Verse 1]
The future started yesterday, nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
I admit that I was timid at a younger age, nigga
Daddy asked me what I wanna be, I said "A paid nigga"
With them extras out the pot, I gave myself a raise, nigga
Heaven sent I can’t remember the last time I prayed, nigga
So the Devil introduced me to cookin’ cocaine, nigga
On the blade, seven days, ain’t bathe or shave, nigga
I was thuggin’ with my trey eight
Motherfuck a president, I got a Presidential Day-Date
I run a check up like a Chase bank
The police open up the package if your shipment come a day late
I just beat a rape case, groupie bitch I never fucked
Trying to give me ten for some pussy that I never touched
At a certain level, system tried to test a nigga’s nuts
Nigga hire like eleven lawyers, had to level up

[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up

[Verse 2]
The future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Had a baby, now my daughter getting up in age, nigga
When I die I bet she say, "My daddy was a paid nigga"
‘Round the world jail system like a slave trade, nigga
Got me in this foreign prison, monkey in a cage, nigga
Bail paid, locked me up for an extra 30 days, nigga
Barely let us use the shower ain’t bathed or shaved nigga
I was sittin’ in a cell missin’ show dates
Commissary late, I’m postin’ pictures with the toothpaste
Barely eat the food, stress’ll make a nigga lose weight
Enter the mental of a nigga that wish he knew his fate
Shit these bitches do to try to get your cash
Erica visit, can’t wipe her tears from behind the glass
Choppin’ the porcelain up for years, said I’m suckin’ glass
I beat the DEA and the task, now I’m on my ass

[Verse 3]
Future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin’ different, I am not the same nigga
Donald Trump gon’ chain us up and turn back to slaves, nigga
Got the recipe for dope, my reparations paid, nigga
Feel like that at some point, really I should feel ashamed, nigga
They kill us, we killin’ us, but that is not the way, nigga
Money tree up in the stripper club, I’m throwin’ shade, nigga
Did destruction on your flow when I paved the lane, nigga
Chest to chopper, blow your chest out where your heart at, nigga
Black Tony, Babyface, better scar that nigga
Sent the hit out, I’m just waitin’ on the call back, nigga
Shoot them pussies, burn it up, don’t bring the car back, nigga
Gangsta G, I fucked the industry, them crackers say I’m too aggressive
I turned myself into a boss without a fuckin’ question
Six whips, ghetto nigga gotta be excessive
I came up on fried bologna, boy what you expected?
What you expected?

[Chorus]
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
If I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
Living this life, just me myself and I
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up
And if I gotta be by myself, I’ma be alright
Level up, you know a nigga had to level up

[Outro]
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life
Ooh, I will be alright
Ooh, I will live my life

Freddie Gibbs – Dear Maria (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Yeah….. Yeah
Tryna get my cash up (yeah)
Tryna get my cash up (ugh)

[Chorus 1]
Livin’ in the city, when your winnin’
In the city nigga wanna get your glass up
Coca got my cash up (yeah)
Heroine got my cash up (yeah)
Shittin’ on the city, when your winnin’ in the city
Nigga wanna get your glass up (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Dear Maria, I know it was like 2010 the last time I had seen ya
Back when I used to hang outside, Actavis in my two liter
40 Cali, (?) pimping gotta keep the 9 mm
Plus I, plus I traded in the black Cadillac for the Beamer
I was trapping out a dirty apartment on Little Caesar’s
Damn Maria, can I purchase a brick of yay from your people?
Homie front me with like five
Paid twenty-three for the eagle
Boy I live illegal

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Verse 2]
Dear Maria, you always kept a young nigga fed
When I wasn’t eatin’
Like when you set me up for the lick on them Puerto Ricans
Always said that if I get rich off this shit that you’d be the reason
Always said that if I’m gone jump out this shit that you’d be the reason
Gotta have a type of all type of bitches I gotta feed them
On the late night, with the dick game
Drugs in me got me creeping
I know you love me, know you can’t picture a nigga leavin’
I ain’t never leavin’
Never No never never say never nigga
Say motherfuck love and stay on your cheddar nigga
I wish that it felt like I had forever with you
But i know one day your gone find a better nigga
They gone wife you up, settle you down, they gone have a wedding witch-ya
I’m just a thug, I’ll buy bottles and get a section witch-ya
Maria flip if she found out I’m fuckin’ on her sister
Freddie Cane, Dog unchained
I’m just that kinda nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
Got the game running in my veins
Got the game running in my veins
Blood on my opponent
Don’t give a fuck, I flaunt it
All I ever wanted was everything

[Chorus 2]
Living in the city where your shittin’ on the city and the city got me blast
I got chickens in the city
And a cousin shippin’ with me
Told her ain’t no future with me
I’m addicted to this cash
Dear Maria

[Bridge]
See the game it gone never change
See the game, got me everything
See the game it gone never change
Cocaine, Mary Jane, got me everything

[Outro]
Never Change
Ooooo yeah
Never Change, yeah yeah
Cocaine got me everything
This shit it won’t change shit
Mary Jane, Rick James, Cocaine
Oooooohh
Ooooooo Yeah
Rick James, Rick James
Cocaine, Rick James
Ohhh Ohhh

Freddie Gibbs – Andrea (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, rock solid nigga
Solid as a motherfucking rock bitch
Yeah nigga

[Verse]
When you fall who you gon’ land on
Niggas foundation is shaky ain’t shit to stand on
A man’s born
With the only guarantee to live and die
But will I die before I live fore I begin to fly
Nigga I can’t deny
When I’m not high I miss that rush that shit be calling me
Demons never rest I go to sleep them bitches follow me
I just bought a AR for my dog he walked the dog for me
Breakfast sip promethean with Ocean Spray and Broccoli
Catch these hoes and I act like I can’t keep these bitches off
Of me
They only fucking a nigga that got the most dollars in his
Squadary
I went to visit my nigga he caught him a charge his cards
Was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo
I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
That Bentley Benz or Beamer shipping B’s I don’t be in it
Not to let these bitches see me in it fuck the ceiling
Nigga wanna be me wish he could see the G in him
She work in the morning get that pussy in the PM
I get in it then I jet it, it was a fly by
Red bottoms the thigh high
And every time she see me she’s saying I don’t know why I
Fuck with niggas like you cause at first you would play the shy guy
Give me that pussy once and I always got it like the wifi, bitch
I went to visit my nigga he caught him a charge his cards
Was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo
I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
I remember when Dukie lost his arm in fucking armed robbery
When I seen his shit was danglin’ almost felt my heart stopping G
Stop it G, Drop it G
So much weed forgot to breathe
Some niggas take the tip I took but they don’t get to leave
Came out that bitch speaking Russian, German, Lebanese
Can’t let these niggas stunt my growth from living for my seed
Level up I’m on a stage I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill em with K’s
Level up I’m on a stage I gotta get paid
Level up I’m on a stage I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill em with K’s
Level up I’m on a stage I gotta get paid

[Outro]
SHIT, momma always told ‘me’ go and get your own SHIT
Coke in front of me nothing, so I got my own SHIT
Dope and cocaine powder off in to their own SHIT
I been tryna fuck her for a month but she ain’t on SHIT
Start to make a nigga feel like I dealing the wrong BITCH
Skip the introduction I just hit her with that long DICK
Try to drop the 50 pointer and get my phone LIT
Niggas looking for the.. for the… SHIT
Niggas always talking bout’ their bitches ain’t SHIT
Caught a charge my baby mama she was solid as a BRICK
Harden niggas I was feeding man, giving a nigga SHIT
Momma always told me nigga go and get your own SHIT
Toilet right next to my bed I’m sleeping by my own SHIT
Dope and cocaine powder off in to their own SHIT
I just dropped a 50 pointer and got my phone LIT
Got my phone lit

Freddie Gibbs – Phone Lit (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro]
Hello?
Got my, got my lit
Got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Got my, got my, lit
Yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah, yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah, yeah
Got my, got my, lit
Yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah, yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah
Got my phone lit
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to the one time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to ’em one time
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit

[Verse 1]
I can hear the stripper
Once I give her to my niggas my feelings’ll make her bitter
Type of bitch that makes average niggas change up their livin’
Trickin’, ’bout to run up the credit max out the limit
Coke and marijuana, that molly I’m out here with it
Plus my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins
Diamonds, diamonds, coppin’, I profit on opposition
And my Maserati that new edition, that Michael Bivins, yeah

[Chorus]
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to ’em one time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to the one time
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit

[Verse 2]
Yeah, they say the real niggas never die
I swear my niggas would do bids to spot a nigga dead
I went by baby [?] you was candy red
I put that there my mama, [?]
I put that there on my mama, streets’ll never forget you
Them niggas basic, to hit you, boy they was soft as tissue
Rolled up with so many choppas lookin’ like a militia
Chopper go pop, ain’t no snitches, my niggas know the business
Yeah she know the business and that pussy hit me like wow
Stuck in the cell, I wish I had that pussy right now
I like to see it, I don’t need it with the lights down
Your nigga trippin’, tell that pussy nigga pipe down
Sellin’ yola [?] like Bobby Brown
Maserati Michael Bivins, nigga, that new edition
Pray my baby never end up payin’ for my decisions
Treat her different [?] ain’t used to my type of livin’

[Chorus]
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to ’em one time
Tickets on my phone line
We gon’ break it down, middle finger to the one time
Give it to me one time
Once I put it down, girl I bet you’ll love me long time
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
Fuckin’ up the town, got my phone lit
Got my phone lit
I done touched down, got my phone lit

[Outro]
Rollin’ up a blunt
You don’t even… I thought you don’t even smoke no more
Nah I smoke sometimes, I just don’t, I don’t drink
See I don’t even know this person, ’cause when you was out of the country you was completely a sober person

Freddie Gibbs – Homesick (You Only Live 2Wice Album)

[Intro: Big Time Watts & Freddie Gibbs]
Let me tell you something man
I ain’t gotta leave no motherfucking message
This Big Time motherfucking Watts man
When I call you answer the god damn phone motherfucker
Freddie motherfucking Gibbs
I ain’t no groupie I’m your motherfucking uncle
Now answer the god damn phone next time I call you boy
Or I’ma come down there and beat your ass
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Nigga get a watch, and a couple chains think he harder than you
Drop the jewelry, grow some dreads, think he smarter than you
Please yourself or please your homies, man what’s harder to do?
Did some things in life I know I don’t want my daughter to do
Shit, got a list of things don’t want my daughter to do
On the blade, tryna get paid, choppin hard with the crew
Type of shit I did to make me feel a part of the crew
Til I cut my niggas off now I’m apart from the crew
I’m playing my own so I cannot play yall positions for my niggas
They hate me pocket watching they got me distant from my niggas
Shit’s so fake this days I got’s to keep a pistol around my niggas
Got me on some Grayson Allen shit, I’m tripping on my niggas, Lord
Chevy dookie blue on them 22’s
Cali pack will send them bitches through, let them bitches move
Everyday I toke a couple Qs, serve that after school
Momma take my money yeah that’s cool but she don’t approve
Birds take a bath, dip them in the pool
‘Bout to hit them bitches with the soda, watch them do the fool
Everyday I toke a couple Qs, serve that after school
Momma take my money yeah that’s cool but she don’t approve

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
I ain’t seen my nigga since I came home
Thought it’d be bottles and bitches right when I came home
Found out my problems was bigger right when I came home
Police across the street taking pictures right when I came home
I can’t keep a bitch ’cause I can’t feel the love
They always say there was something there when there never was
I donate money to children but I’m still selling drugs
Yeah I get that yol’ for the low-low but was I really plug?
Life was off my mental wasn’t plugged in
Every day I pray the Lord the lotto scratch my plug out
Stay off the phone ain’t no service up in this drug house
Smell too strong to hit Sunday service I’m shipping drugs out
I ain’t seen my nigga since I came home
Guess he somewhere getting that paper he can’t pick up the phone
Wish him the best, leave him alone and let him stay in his zone
And once he fall the fuck off then fuck him he on his own

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street taking pictures right when I came home

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
I just almost lost it all, for my niggas
Just sat in the cell, ten thousand miles away from my child, for my niggas
It’s when I realized I gotta start living for my child, and not my niggas
I remember not having nothing to read in the cell for a whole month you know what I mean?
The fucking guards took me to the library and all the books was in German and shit, you know what I’m saying nigga?
That almost broke me down you know
Erica flew all the way over there
Brought a nigga some books, know what I’m saying?
She held me down, know what I mean?
Through all the bullshit, all my bullshit she held me down
I love her for that
I’m back
And I ain’t going nowhere this time

Kodak Black – Day For Day (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Ayy, look, I say "I don’t rap, I illustrate. I don’t paint pictures, I picture-paint." Ha, this my motherfuckin’ album
Kodak Black-
Kodak Black-
The nineteen-year-old Pompano Beach rapper-
-is reportedly back in jail after he was arrested today in Broward County, Florida
Real name is Dieuson Octave, changed his plea from not guilty to no contest
Mr. Octave, do you accept your plea?
-in the two terminal cases that have put his musical career on hold
-troubled rapper found himself back behind bars after violating the terms of his house arrest
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I’m a hot boy, but I ain’t never lose my cool
The streets on fire, that’s why I’m ridin’ with my tool
1800 block boy, I’m quick to give a bitch the blues
I was already sentenced, before I came up out the womb
Streets done already sentenced me, before no cracker could
And I wonder why, when I’m just so fucked up out the hood
And I wonder why, these niggas be hatin’ on a G
When I’m the same lil’ nigga, who gave you niggas a chance to eat
I had to do that time, could nobody do that shit for me
When I was doin’ that time, ain’t nobody do that shit with me
I miss my nigga Cool, I know right now he prolly sleep
One day at a time, ten toes down until you’re free

[Chorus]
Dyin’ in a cell’s every street nigga fear
I give everythin’ back to have my nigga here
I give everythin’ back to have my nigga with me
I already know I had to beef, had my nigga with me
I ain’t tryna see the pen’, I’m tryna make a shape
Neighborhood hero, I’m the one gon’ save the day
Chosen one, my folks depend on me to make a way
I do it for my nigga locked up doin’ day for day

[Verse 2]
They gave Lil’ Marky twenty-five, that’s my man (ayy)
Remember hittin’ licks and runnin’ up them bands (ayy, ayy)
They gave Lil’ Greg sixteen years in the pen (ayy)
For all my niggas locked up, I’m goin’ H.A.M. (ayy, ayy)
They gave Lil’ Ceelo twenty years, free my nigga
They say Lil’ Tracer gettin’ out this December
I dropped fifty-five bands from my hand
They done let me out, so now I’m goin’ H.A.M
Before he go back, shoot it out with the police (ayy)
So that mean he goin’ to court in these streets (ayy, ayy)
He goin’ to trial right there where he stands (ayy)
For everybody did me wrong, I want revenge (ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Dyin’ in a cell’s every street nigga fear
I give everythin’ back to have my nigga here
I give everythin’ back to have my nigga with me
I already know I had to beef, had my nigga with me
I ain’t tryna see the pen’, I’m tryna make a shape
Neighborhood hero, I’m the one gon’ save the day
Chosen one, my folks depend on me to make a way
I do it for my nigga locked up doin’ day for day

[Outro]
This my motherfuckin’ album
Paintin’ pictures man, lil’ Kodak, you already know that

Kodak Black – Coolin And Booted (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Glee
Sniper Gang
Glee

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 1]
I’m zooted in the Phantom so I’m cruisin’
On the way to your lil’ lady, I might fuck her in the booty
Dropped the Cutlass out the sewer
Rockin’ Gucci, this ain’t Coogi
Nigga better stop goin’ to suzy
Nigga, go get you a Cuban link
Pull up, make them bitches faint
I’m doin’ what you niggas can’t
I’ll wet a nigga up, no paint
All of my niggas I’m with don’t think
Youngest nigga in the game
I’m fourteen when I caught a case
I was fifteen with a thirty-eight
I was sixteen, went to Larry James
I’m coolin’ but the block on fire
Scoop the twenty out the pot
None of my niggas ain’t went to college
All of my niggas they out the projects
Drop the money, catch the body
Jimmy Neutron with the rocket
Fuck with me, you know I got it
I do it and won’t talk about it

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

[Verse 2]
Run up if you stupid, come on
Clutchin’ on that wooly, come on
I’m burnin’ in the lootin’ (ayy)
I’m fleein’ in the lootin’
Polo let me hold the Uzi
I just rented me a vert
I be playin’ with that work
Remember playin’ in the dirt
Call me Dora, it’s in my backpack
Fuck that hoe ’cause she a nat nat
I’m gon’ always keep a clapback
I’m gon’ always keep a gat
Give me head, I call it a snapback
I just drove up in a hatchback
Got them pounds, ain’t talkin’ hashtags
Boy, I’m workin’ with that sack
Your old lady say you fool
I just ran off with your boo
Told me everythin’ you say
She told me everythin’ you do
Ayy, I’m playin’ with that wool
I’m playin’ with that tool
You fuckin’ with my zoes
Like you playin’ in a zoo, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be sticking, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit
I’m coolin’ but I’m booted
I got thirty in my tooly
Your old lady want to screw me
I’m so smooth, don’t need no lubricant
Kodak makin’ movies
My lil homie, he a foolie
I be stickin’, I be movin’
I’m the youngest nigga to do this shit

Kodak Black – Candy Paint (feat. Bun B) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Candy, candy, candy
Spent 20 grand on my engine
Put Louis V on my women
I’m sippin’ on lean, I’m dizzy
Got digital dash in my cutless
Got this shit from Duffy
Ain’t get this with no rap money
I got this shit from Doubling
Everybody outchea hustlin’
Nigga, you broke, you buggin’
Fuck you, lil’ hoe, you ugly
I got that bag, I got that luggage
I got dirty money, Houston, Texas
I’m sippin’ dirty muddy
I told that bitch, I just want some sucky-sucky
I don’t want no lovey-dovey
Everybody wanna have everythin’
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Every bitch want her weddin’ ring
When these bitches been fuckin’ on everythin’
Everybody wish they had a connect
Everybody want an Audemar Piguet
I ain’t Paul Wall coming to you permanent
Got a Glock 17 with a 30 clip

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Everybody wanna ride candy paint (paint)
Everybody wanna come down (down)
Everybody wanna drop top
Let the trunk go pop and bang that surround (round)
Everybody wanna have a Styrofoam cup
Matter of fact, they want two (why?)
So, they can sip on that motherfuckin’ sizzurp
Like they heard from DJ Screw (ooh)
Everybody wanna claim blue (blue)
Everybody wanna claim red (red)
Everybody wanna bang out
‘Til they got a .45 to they motherfuckin’ head (head)
Everybody say they got bread (bread)
Racks stuffed inside the mattress (mattress)
But, you’d be the dumbest motherfucker ever born
If you sittin’ around believin’ that shit (that shit)
Everybody wanna be a rapper (rapper)
Shinin’ like a boss on stage (stage)
But, it’s gonna take mo’ than some YouTube likes
And a gaddamn IG page (page)
Everybody wanna be who they can’t (can’t)
Instead of tryna be who they are (are)
Man, this shit won’t get you to far
You’ll never be a star regardless of the paint on your car

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

Kodak Black – Up In Here (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
I like drowning
Hell yeah, I like drowning
Mm-hmm
I like swimmin’ in that lil’ ocean
Mm-hmm
Real shit
You too
Glee
You act like you gon’ drown me

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

[Verse 1]
I make that pussy feelin’ like it’s mac n’ cheese
Like Dwyane Wade, I be packin’ heat
Got a toy with a whole thirty clip in in it
I fuck with Reckless, that my nigga ’cause he authentic
Got lil Rex on the beat and I am not friendly
I get stupid on a nigga, like I’m autistic
Ain’t do the show without my tooly, I ain’t finna do it
Every time you see me out, I be fuckin’ booted
I wanna shoot that nigga, his plug told me not to do it
Haitian boy [?] I ain’t fuckin’ Rudy
My lil’ homie, he a fool, he quick to go to shootin’
I say the Draco got a drum, you think I’m makin’ music

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

[Verse 2]
Ayy-Bay-Bay, captain jumpin’ out the Wraith
With the K, like I ain’t got nothin’ goin’
Like I ain’t got a fan base, like I don’t be performin’
Like I ain’t got a lot of fans, I count on these tourin’
They don’t let me bring my wooly in the venue
If I can’t fight you, home boy then I’m hittin’ you
Baby girl, that pussy wetter than chicken noodle soup
Baby girl, that pussy sound like ramen noodle soup
That pussy soundin’ like we’re stirrin’ up some gumbo
All my niggas Sniper Gang, they go retund-to
Got too much felonies, I can’t never go to Toronto
I fuck with PeeWee, fuck with Yoshi, fuck with Monto

[Chorus]
Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked
You don’t even know how I got it on me
Every time I’m fuckin’ on lil’ shawty, she remind me of that dope
‘Cause that shit be like macaroni
I ain’t Milly but I’m rockin’ in here
They done let me bring my Glock up in here
I ain’t Nelly but it hot up in here
I let out thirty shots up in here

Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolen ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t post up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, they act like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sold no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger