Bhad Bhabie – Babyface Savage Lyrics

[Intro]
(Pliznaya, Pliznaya, Pliznaya)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Drop a little check, get active, action
Babyface savage, gon’ pull up blastin’
Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
Magic with the ratchet, make these bitches disappear
Itty bitty bitches in my mentions, listen here
Itty bitty bitch, I run the city like the mayor
The bitch with the red ponytail in her hair (In her hair)
Ridin’ this beat like a motherfuckin’ snare
Playin’ with the bands like a bankroll (Bankroll)
Pockets full of huncho, hundos (Boom, boom)
Gotta keep the nine like Rondo
Cop a new condo, pronto
Rollin’ Backwoods, no Fronto, fuck no
Been had the juice, ten shots out the Bronco
Your bitch mad ’cause she ain’t the one, though
(The one though, bitch)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Get, get, get, get
Stones in the Cartier, hoes get naughtier
.44 leave a lil’ hole in everybody here
Money, hoes, bitches, got more than everybody here
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
‘Fore I get up out of here, we gon’ let up out of here
Them broke hoes came to fuck, gon’ get a body here
Had a redhead with me, it ain’t no Lil Yachty here
41 millimeter face, first 48
Bust down, water got it floodin’ out the Rollie face
Money made, more to make, lot of hoes, more to take
New car, stolen plates, fast like Golden State
Nigga trippin’, tell him he can get it by the shoulder blade
AK chopper, my bitch, we should go on dates
30 in the dirty on my hip, goin’ both ways
I’ve been up four days, trappin’ out the hallway

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Tory Lanez]
Comin’ out hard like ’88 (It’s Tory), make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

Joe Budden – Uncle Joe lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped “B.M.F.” and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, “what up?” all I hear is “Uncle Joe” in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of “White Iverson”
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga

The Neighbourhood – Baby Came Home 2 / Valentines (Wiped Out! Album) letras

She was five foot four
With some money on the floor
And box that’s hidden under her bed
I was only twenty two
With a pocket full of truth
But I gave her everything that I had
We were born and raised in the Golden State
Mommy’s gone and daddy’s doing his best
I was brought up great living section eight
Social security’s paying the rent, ooh
The landlord called, she said you gotta go
Little one you just lost your, ooh, yeah
She was five foot four
Getting money on tour
But her socks were at the end of my bed
Got our names tattooed on each other
Just to prove to each other
That we’d do what we said
Only took a few days
‘Til our minds were made up
And we thought we should try it again
I was only seventeen when we first tried things
When she first made me feel like a man, oh
Who am I gonna call?
Who’s gonna catch me when I
Who’s the one you’re sleeping with?
Who
Don’t you sit in front of me
And wait for me to talk
You can call me up
Phone works two ways, you know
This time baby
And I think that I’ll be just fine
I wish I could say the same for you
I, yeah I do
I, hey

Coolwater Set & RAC – The Coast

Ride the coast (x3)
I’m waiting to go wherever you take me
Slow up, slow up, ride the coast
On the coast you can find me
I’m riding the waves, got Cali behind me

Behind the wheel cause I could never stand still
I’m at the ville, I need a better view am I allowed to chill
I’m from the coast, we caught the most but play us close
We stay lowkey underrated though and always faded in the lows
Heard that’s my baby though, that down next to my caddy
Living that candy, tatted, flossing that baddest, yeah she automatic
With that mad fatty, double the patty, drop it for this mac daddy
No static, when on the ride, in Venice playing that good Cali
Catching the vapours, feel the bass, we call that sally
Sparky sunsets that undress that beautiful to the valley
As I flow with the most, cruise control down Pacific coast
Never feeling lost, life goes round, how it’s spose

So unless the waves can break me
Cutting the breeze and ride the coast
You got me elevated
Tree’s got me leanin’ while I coast
Leanin’ while I coast
Ride the coast
I’m waiting to go wherever you take me
Slow up, slow up, ride the coast
On the coast you can find me
I’m riding the waves
Ride the coast

A moment of silence, no killing my vibing
(As I coast)
I put in that mileage, I’m good when I’m riding
(On my coast)
On nights when I can’t sleep, my fam in the back seat
(As I coast)
I’m running a marathon with rims from the swap meet
(I still coast)
I been through phases, caught in Cali waves
Faded by the sunny days when lemons turn to lemonade
When K Town be the shadiest, them hood rats get the craziest
I hotbox with my lady while we cruise, we be the haziest
Hot like Cheetos and ain’t nobody beef like we roast
Today was a good day, Ice Cube’n with you west to the east coast
I’m smooth as wood grain, GOOD
Cause we know we on the road to riches, on the Golden State while we coast

So unless the waves can break me
Cutting the breeze and ride the coast
You got me elevated
Tree’s got me leanin’ while I coast
Leanin’ while I coast
Ride the coast
I’m waiting to go wherever you take me
Slow up, slow up, ride the coast
On the coast you can find me
I’m riding the waves, got Cali behind me

Thanks to Adele for submitting these lyrics.