Bas – Nirvana Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

Dave – Streatham Lyrics

[Intro]
Look

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
Teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time the mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to ride ’round all reckless

[Verse 1]
Stolen ‘peds, that’s Geely and Vespas
And the feds called my broski restless
Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla
And everybody ’round me rowdy
I walk in, tell the jeweler, “Wow me”
If you’re talkin’ ’bout P’s just ‘low me
19, I put 19 on an Audi
I’ll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie
And the chest and back both bouncy
Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi
My G just came out for a shooting
And Ramz done a madness, charting
Say that man got something in common
‘Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking
If you see him at a drink, cut parking
Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him
My G’s been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
And this ting’s all love and hate, ’cause a lot of man love to hate
My young G done draws and eights
Now he’s cuttin’ through bricks like the 1-1-8
And I ain’t on indirects, diss me, and I take that personal
How you gassed off a note that’s purple?
Bet you never got it off white like Virgil
Two men and an angry murk
That’s war wit’ a German, Winston Churchill
It’s mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew
And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to roll ’round all stupid

[Verse 2]
Mitcham Lane, that’s Streatham and Tooting
I’m in East tryna link my girl
‘Cause I’ve got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid
Man are dead or in jail, that’s useless
Tell a yute, “If you’ve got a brain, then use it”
Now I drive past man I went school with
You was the cool kid, now you look clueless
And I’m still tryna tell man, “Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz”
When you’re tryna make it out the ends
Friends of enemies are enemies
And enemies of enemies are friends
Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer
Tell the dealer, “Need a bigger litre”
He told me he’s on me when he sees me
I barely remember why we’re beefin’

[Chorus]
But I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I’ve got peng tings givin’ me stress
Nudes in the message, put in an effort
But I don’t need a me and you
Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant

Offset – Father of 4 Lyrics

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It’s noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don’t realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there’s still lies
It’s called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there’s so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term “artist.”
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain’t a threat
But all preconceived notions, I’ve arrived
To Offset

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 1: Offset]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I’m sorry
Tell the truth, I ain’t really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don’t even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I’ma keep grindin’ for my kids, never gon’ let up
I’ma put the money up for y’all, I can’t be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain’t let me stay at the house

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 2: Offset]
I’m a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, ‘member I ain’t had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that’s all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can’t even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don’t ball, then everything ’round me fall
I’m prayin’ to God to watch my kids, that’s my all…

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

Tory Lanez – Say Ahh Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ahh, ugh, ahh
Ay, ahh
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah

[Verse]
Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed
I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJ’s
I got my sneak’s laced pretty like my G’s face
Might see J’s, Jordan’s on ’em like a keychain
Please, I’m sleepin’ on ’em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I’ma [?] a star baby, I’ma [?] a Marley
I’ma meet you at the [?] mall I don’t give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I’ll give you a billion
You’ll say ahh like your Christina Million
The alcohol I’m on got me feelin’ really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let’s really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin’ songs, talk ’bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I’m hella wrong the way that I just send ’em home
I’m like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin’ me like a saxaphone
I ain’t muscle-buildin’ but them bitches what flex I’m on
I’m like [?] killin’ all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin’ nigga’s girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ahh
I’ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw

[Outro]
Yeah Trey
Say ahh, ahh

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Juice WRLD – Jordan Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan

[Verse 1]
I’m like woah, I’m like woah
I want you, yeah you know
That’s for sure, that’s for sure
I seen you at the door
I’m like woah, “who are you?”
You so pretty, yeah you know
I’m like woah, get a clue
Yeah I want you as my own
I’m like woah
I see you ballin’ baby
I see you ballin’ baby
I’m like ayy, I don’t do no talkin’ baby
I’m like ayy, you know you offin’ baby
Yeah you know that you offin’ baby
Yeah you hate me [?]
You know that you so gorgeous
I’ve been [?]
I would tell you the future, but I’m not trying to spoil it

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like, ayy
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like, ayy

[Verse 2]
You know, you know you ballin’
Your phone, you know I’m callin’
In love with you, I’m fallin’
I want to give you all me
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you gorgeous
I wanna see you in the mornin’
I’m like woah, I wanna hold you in the rain when it’s pourin’
I’m like woah, I wanna take you on the road when I’m tourin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you know that you’re scorin’
You know that you ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Wanna see you in the mornin’
You know that [?] take on tour
I wanna see you in the mornin’
You are so gorgeous

[Outro]
I’m like woah
I’m like woah, ayy
I can’t let you go
I’ma hold you close, ayy, ayy
I’m like woah

BlocBoy JB – Woah Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, I just went to-
Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly)
Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die)
Aye (pull up with the bitch right now)
Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier)
Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up)
Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
Damn, Denaro

[Verse 1]
I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia)
Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word)
I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh)
Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas)
Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her)
One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma)
Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah)
Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Verse 2]
I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal
Check out the Gucci and Louis material
You spent your backends at Superior (huh)
That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show
Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr)
Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s
Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish)
You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye (that blow)
That’s why you feel so important (I know)
So many Glocks, need an endorsement (woah)
Might get the G on my face (space)
Sp-sp-speakin’ of Gs, I’m a Grape (Crip)
Bl-Bl-BlocBoy JB be the great (Crip, Crip)
Bitch, I teach lessons, so who is you testin’?
My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression
Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons
You went to jail and you made a confession
Ooh, you told (yeah)
Why would you tell on your bros? (Huh)
We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word)
Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Outro]
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma)
Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word)
Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, woah, Clay, woah

Fetty Wap – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

Lawrence Rothman – Jordan lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve lived long enough
Long enough in shame
Long enough
Long enough in shame

[Verse 1]
I live in a world that I’m not a boy or girl
I’m not alone, not human or animal
Truly would you die for me, die for me?
You know I’d die for you
Sorry, never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me

[Verse 2]
You crash into my vision like a spirit with no latitude
No need to understand anything as long as I do
For the life of me, life of me, life of me
I chose to care for you
Kinda always knew I’d found love with my best friend, Jordan

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m not the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me
There’s nothing left to say
There’s no blood left in my veins
‘Cause I’m bad for me, I’m bad for me, so bad for me

[Outro]
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Jordan (x4)

03 Greedo – Mafia Business lyrics

[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my niggas the business

[Verse]
I don’t have a dime I just keep it look
Bitch I’m broke why you mad?
Get that money out your ass
Open your eyes you is not her
I won’t give a bitch a bag
Got a go call [?]
’cause I’m walking with a limp that don’t mean I pimp
Man I hope she ain’t mad I am not him

Ray, hes my nigga he say we ain’t shit
Tryna do it for a nigga that we can’t forget

Run my life up in the sack don’t feel the same without my nigga here
We jump in the same gang for a 100 years
Man I swear I haven’t cried in 100 years
Last night a nigga cried about 100 tears
Tell the hoes I need 40
Tell them all I want 40
You can be broke like you Nike boomer Jordan
Man I swear without my Ray, my life’s boring

Got a gold bank, got a gold check
Gotta keep it mafia with all the hoes

I was about to hit my Ricky
Pulling up in the 50
I was swerving through the traffic
Rollin’ but then I had to pass it
We been breaking down that backwood
I’ve been into selling that good
If you with me then you’re that good
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my my nigga the buisness
[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my nigga the buisness

Fifth Harmony – Down lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake (cake, cake)
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth that wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & Lauren]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren, Normani & Gucci Mane]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (it’s Gucci)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cell is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make a man feel like he won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & (Lauren) & (Ally) & (Normani) & (Dinah)]
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down
(I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down,) down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (Imma love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (yeah)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you (down, down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (Long as you’re lovin’ me boy)

[Outro: Lauren]
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

Kris Wu – 6 lyrics

World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
It was all a dream
Used to read word up magazine biggies thang
Nǐ hé wǒ dū kěyǐ
Wǒ fēijī fēi dào mǎdélǐ
Wǒ kāikǒu jiùshì zhìmìng yī jī
Wǒ kāikǒu nǐ yǐ zuòyǐdàibì
Ráoshé dàizhe xuánlǜ nǐ shuō 666
Ayo I invented this flow 66
The world be the kitchen
I be the chef cookin the oven steph curry them refs
No pain no gain rain the trey
Fall back and fade away triple team mvp
Call me the legacy
Wǒ chūmén yào sīrén fēijī
Chūmén yào dài rolies bvlgaris
Shōucáng de jordan zuì hǎo hézuò supreme
Only f**k with mother f**kers on the first team
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
Nǐ shǎ dào kàn bù chū wǒ de shílì
Kàn bù chū zhōngguó zài bāng nǐ juéqǐ
Nǐ yǐwéi zìjǐ bèi táotài wěiqu
Kàn bù chū rùwéi zhě gèng yǒu shílì
Kàn nǐ zhàn zài zhèlǐ diss diss chǒulòu múyàng
Yǎngài bùliǎo nǐ nèixīn rén mó gǒu yàng
Rollin eyes rollin dies doubt me twice popped me nice
And I knew to get back at once that my dream no one can slice
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Xǐnǎo de xuánlǜ xiàng zhè qīngpén dàyǔ
Wǒ xiězhe qíngxù
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Wǒmen tài duō huǒlì wǒmen dàibiǎo holy
Nǐ bù bèi kǎolǜ
Don’t fk with my s**t
Wǒ liànzi bù xián duō wǒ zhōngdiǎn cóng bù tuō
Yǒu yíhàn bùyòng shuō kàn shéi bǎ nǐ dài huǒ
Carry
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē

Travis Scott – Watch lyrics

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, f*cked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
She slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your sh*t rockless, my sh*t hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

Skizzy Mars – American Dream Lyrics

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, “You funny”
Laughing at my haters like, “You dummies”
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

2 Chainz – Role Model Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Teknikz & 2 Chainz]
See, we stacked down ’til we came up
And the same niggas we used to look up to
Now break bread with a nigga
Haha, Teknikz the muhfuckin’ DJ! Talk to em, Tit!
‘Member in school?
Teacher asked me what I want to be when I grow up, you know
You know, what I look up to
I told her I wanted to be the muhfuckin’ dopeman, you feel me?

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (okay!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
As a young nigga, seen ‘em getting to the money
Told my mama, “One day I’ma be one of ‘em”
So many court dates, I’m damn near gone Sundays
Back in the day when ya safe was ya undies
And I can’t complain, I’m tryna take a plane to Onyx
Yeah I’m fly wit ya woman, I get high wit ya woman
They really can’t rap so these niggas started humming
As soon as they did, 12 start coming
You hear them drums? Give the drummer some
Nah (nah) for real, you need to give Drumma some
I looked up to the hustlas in the foreign cars
Who got that strong, Superman, that dun-ta-dun

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley (okay)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m problematic, problem with the automatic
Close-knit shit, cut from a different fabric
Very necessary, d-boys are legendary
My Pops hustled, so do I, it’s hereditary
These niggas acting like girls, Tyler Perry stuff
Wanna get with me, I tell ‘em, “Neveruary 31st”
Under drugs, it was upstairs, say all I talk about
Is Gucci shoes, but I got more than one pair
One scale, two bales, and a cell phone
Give me two weeks, I turn this shit into the Velvet Room
Velvet rope, red carpet, inhaling smoke
Imagine getting awards just for selling dope

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Sip lean up, we drink out the gold bottles
New Vogues on Lacs like the old models
Wet paint, big feet, make it more hard
Came out the hood from a broken family
The streets was my teacher, they showed me no amnesty
Courts start attacking me, on top of that they adding fees
Stack cheese to stay up, but more important is lawyer fees
Coach said I was a point guard
But I’m posted up on the block and I go hard
Skills of a big man, nah, I’m a dope boy
Big bomb in the bushes, pistol in my ho car

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

Gucci Mane – Dickriders Lyrics

[Intro]
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Proper-talking, bitch

[Hook]
A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Verse]
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I’m still alive (whoa)
Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck ’em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip)
Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty)
I’m comin’ ov’, on the stove, look like I’m whippin’ rocks (skrrt)
Fuck her lookin in her eye, then I tell a lie
I’m leaving now, don’t tell her why, I just tell her “Bye” (bye)
Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side)
Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah)
She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s’Gucci)
It’s a lot of niggas snitchin’, lot of niggas telling lies (liar)

[Hook]
A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

Vic Mensa – Rage Lyrics

(Intro)
Command, we’ve lost control
The engine’s bound to crash
The lightning strikes went bright
Do not go gently
It’s just my luck
You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles
I’m falling fast
I’m falling fast

(Chorus)
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

(Verse 1)
I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I’m sleeping
Ni**as waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hanging
White man telling ni**as to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail
And a train don’t stop
And we ain’t have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home
They say home is where the hate is
I’m from where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted
To take knowledge and problems we face, and so conflicted
To take the burning road and just roll with the punches
Ni**as thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shawty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my sins fall down like pouring rain
I’m on slip my knot, hope I don’t fall again
Standing on my feet, I feel so small to look into space
It’s heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don’t understand, still right in front of our face
I light a match, for the jets

(Chorus)
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

(Bridge)
Riding a burning road
Running low, not a soul who could know
It’s every man who swept the burning ashes from the road

(Verse 2)
I put the halloween pistol out the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That’s f**king done
How many thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue of the times I gave my life to have time
I’m tired of waiting
Tired of chasing pills that I’m tired of taking
Tired of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of saying f**k it
Tired of balling around the president, deciding this s**ts a gift
Two shots to life, only got one to live
You could lose it any night
Or down it in a fit
Or win a championship game
As a man I feel pain
As a king, I feel reign
Ask me how I deal with fame
As I write you from my basement
The cards ain’t changed yet
Ni**as on 47 still dealing the same shit
Rocks, blows, ducking cops and clothes
Came into the world naked, now I’m in all this BAPE shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can’t even face time
I feel like it’s all wasted
The underground getting wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table
I shake it before I pop, I promise I’m not stable
But that boy do got horse power, ignore hours
These days I lose tracks of days, been years since I felt this way
Count on me to rage

(Outro)
Before the final flight
Before the final flight
I want you to rage
I want you to know, know you’re right

Fifth Harmony – Down (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & (Lauren)]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’ma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & Lauren & {Normani} & Dinah]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down {down, down, down, down}
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

Binary Star – Shogun (Waterworld 3 Album)

It’s so real
So ill
Swallow a pill
Gargle and spill
Oil
Automobile
Control the wheel
Burn Rubber appeal
Never let the motor chill
Seen more faces than Poker deals

Tank tops, bare arms
where the soldiers kill
Pythons
with Hogan appeal
Holdin’ the steel
Blazin’ guns

Raisin in the Sun
Hot as oat meal

I Write poems for thrill
They bite like a Doberman’s grill
Fade you like the Barber of a Seville
Maybe it’s over ya head
Maybe you over the hill
like O’Neal
It don’t take a Kobe to squeal

Or the Coffee holdin’ the milk
But not the Cream
get the money
dolla dolla bill
Fill the envelope
Nope
broken the seal

You’ coming up stiletto
We ballin’ like Wilt strollin’ on stilts
Fully built,
You think like the Wolf blowin’ at pigs
You’ too soft,
It feel like the wind blowing at silk

The rain blowing
the brainstorming
The lightening bolt on the hill
Verse electrifying eel
Power for a drill
In the flesh
Like the fangs Cobras reveal
Throw the staff like Moses will

Speaking of the spoken,
God-chosen
I throw’em a deal
Everybody know that it’s real/Isreal

Politics
Palestine
time to go for your shield
The only hope for Khalil
Muhammad spoke to Ji’bril
It’s less snow on the window sill
The more colder it feel

Devoted to explode it at will
Fuck ball, got bigger Jordan’s to fill
You Jack while I’m bonin’ my Jill
It’s the Bad Boy Daily
Coach of the Year
The moment you fear
Feel
Still
yeah

24 – Ambkor letra

Letra Ambkor – 24

Mas solo que 1, son las 2, llevo 3 cubatas, mi mundo
Patas arriba y tu a 4 patas, un 5 no va a ser suficiente,
Ni un 6, demonio perdi mis 7 vidas y aun no te conozco,
Mas chulo que un 8, rozando el 9, aspirando al 10.(24)

No beses mis pies, mira mis ojos, un amor tan ciego
Acabara en la 11, no habia nada que decir pero
Follando nos dieron las 12, fuiste mi 14, mi cianuro en
La comida si 14 vidas son 2 gatos aun nos queda vida.

Eh que hiko de p*ta que flow del 15, cuando salgo
al campo los novatis fingen esquinzes y aun queda
alguno que pregunta cuanto amor le pongo, perdi
la virginidad a los 16 con mi rap de fondo, compongo

Lo que quiero p*ta eso es asi, lo rompo porque me
Rompi, soy un p*to Beatlen suena 17, mas
de 18 ya en DNI, sigues oyendome a mi, no tengo
mucho que decir por eso guardo, mas atractivo por

Callar que por contarlo, si vas sl golf ve al hoyo 19,
es mi consejo, 20 cigarillos y lo dejo, ni saben ni
quien sin, le preguntan al espejo, ho me miro al espejo
y me toco con mi reflejo, soy un nino que teme ser

Viejo, en el siglo 21 tu con Iphone yo con Ron Anejo,
22 jugones hoy habra partido, tu eres el 23 y yo tu
Versuri-lyrics.info
Jordan condenado a estar contigo.

24, me matas o te mato, yo ya no hago tratos con
novatos, pasare a la historia y quiero mi retrato si
empiezas por mi polla shh..

24, me matas o te mato, yo ya no hago tratos con
novatos, pasare a la historia y quiero mi retrato, si
empiezas por mi polla tienes para rato. lobo negro,
Ambkor, hemos vuelto a hacerlo, es lo que hay loca, que maravilla.
Ambkor letras
Video Ambkor

Termanology – We’re Both Wrong (feat. Saigon)

[Verse 1: Saigon]
How could we have respect for you?
Look what we subjected to
Supposed to serve and protect
You acting all unprofessional
Restraining a man is not grabbing him by his testicles
Sucker getting a gun and a badge and get disrespectful
I’ll tell you why this shit is so stressful
’cause we been going through it since we came to America
On a vessel
Pick up a social studies book every time that they mention us
They was even enslaving us, trading us or was lynching us
So what’s the big difference?
Whether it’s a rope or a scope, the objective is to go out and hit niggas
Speaking this from the heart
I been doing the knowledge
We’re seeing that slavery was never truly abolished
They making uzis with dollars they can use for the colleges
What is this?
This is the movement of tricknologists
The only thing we’re doing wrong is not fighting back
You ain’t got the light to rap but you know what’s right and exact, jack

[Hook: Saigon]
How the hell am I wrong?
When your people been doing my people wrong for so long
Now all we got is the hope and the focus to hold on
Y’all been killing us for so long, it can’t go on
How we both wrong?

[Verse 2: Termanology]
If they shoot at us, they probably get awarded
If we shoot at them, they popping us when they spot us
It’s harder to live life, more conscious and like marauders
And focus on the problem of who could fix it in office
Then picking up a bottle, a bitch, and a couple garcia’s
And heading to the crib, to kick it and get some knowledge
Do we want knowledge? And bread for our toddlers?
Saved in accounts or more belts and wallets
And me I’m part of the problem, purchasing gucci products
Before, I put away that money for my daughters collage
And still a great father but times are getting harder
No money for private school, I guess should go harder
Tryna lock in in stability, cuz of my family history
All of them died broke, so I’m tryna be the remedy
Our ghetto kids never inherit no stocks and bonds
That’s something to think about
When you putting them Jordan’s on

[Hook: Saigon & Termanology]
How the hell am I wrong?
When your people been doing my people wrong for so long
Now all we got is the hope and the focus to hold on
Y’all been killing us for so long, it can’t go on
How we both wrong?, damn

Kanye West – Feedback (Dorian_Ye Version) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

Mila J – Move (Dopamine Album)

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 1]
Move, move, move, move
Watch me get loose
Caught me reaching for the last time
Kyrie Irv with the moves
[?]
Mila, Mila got the juice
Mila, Mila got the juice
[?]
Move-move, move-move
Going in with the moves on
Droptop with the rug on
The digital with the cruise on
I skrrt skrrt on ’em
Aye, watch me put that work work on ’em

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 2]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna get past you
Move, move, move, move
Bad vibes on you
Bad vibes on you
Lookin’ eyes on you
That way, that way, that way on you

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

Trey Songz – Priceless (Tremaine The Album Album)

[Chorus]
Girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
Flying in all the jets I flew, yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Verse 1]
I got more gold chains than these dope dealers (I look like I’m whippin’)
And I can’t relate to these broke niggas (I don’t understand)
I pull out my driveway, only 12 cylinders (skrrt, skrrt)
Thank God it’s a new day and I’m still killing ’em (uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
But none of it don’t matter, baby, no
If you ain’t waiting there when I get home
‘Cause I can’t spend this money on my own
I need my queen to take her throne

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
Flying in all the jets I flew, yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Verse 2]
Been around the world, seen a lot of women (I did ’em all)
That’s how I know you one in 100 million (girl, you the one)
Everything that I wanted (I wanted), if I see it, I bought it (I bought it)
Parties jumping like Jordan right now (jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’)

[Pre-Chorus]
But none of it don’t matter, baby, no
If you ain’t waiting there when I get home
‘Cause I can’t spend this money on my own
I need my queen to take her throne

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless (love is priceless)
Flying in all the jets I flew (I flew), yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Bridge]
I trade in the Wraith and buy you diamond rings (diamond rings)
Baby girl ’cause I know you like shiny things (shiny things)
Whatever you want, oh, you can have that (have that)
Pull up in the mall, baby, grab that (grab that)
These girls, they ain’t got nothing on you at all (nothing, baby)
‘Cause your love is too priceless, don’t care what it cost, no no
‘Cause money, it don’t mean a thing, you know I got enough of it
What I’m tryna say is you can get it, anything you want from me
My baby, you worth all of that and more

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless (love is priceless)
Flying in all the jets I flew (I flew), yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

Mila J – Move (Milaulongtime Album)

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 1]
Move, move, move, move
Watch me get loose
Caught reason for the last time
Kyrie Irves with the moves
[?]
Mila, Mila got the juice
Mila, Mila got the juice
[?]
Move-move, move-move
Going in with the moves on
Droptop with the rug on
The digital with the cruise on
Oh, skrrt skrrt on ’em
Aye, why me put that work work on ’em

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 2]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna get past you
Move, move, move, move
Bad vibes on you
Bad vibes on you
Lookin’ eyes on you
That way, that way, that way on you

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

Nav – Take Me Simple (The Introduction Album)

[Pre-Hook]
Driving down the 401 and I’m speeding
Basic bitches asking me what a bean is
Put her number in my phone and delete it
Put her number in my phone and delete it
My killers gorillas they roll with bananas
30 on waist, they won’t run out of ammo
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle

[Hook]
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
Catch me in the 6 with my day ones
We don’t need no new friends
(If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again no)

[Verse 1]
These youngins just said he needs laces for his Jordan 9s he ain’t talking bout shoes
My killas they ballin, but they don’t crossover, they stand on the corner and shoot
35 points, 10 assists
Went from passing a rock to a brick
I know Brazilians that hitting licks
I know some niggas that I fucked they bitch
I know some people who said they wouldn’t switch, but they switch
I know some people who said they wouldn’t snitch, but they snitch
But it’s hard to see when there’s a snitch in a nigga
But I can always tell a bitch in a nigga
I’m on the road to the riches lil nigga
I never get caught up on bitches lil nigga

[Pre-Hook]
Driving down the 401 and I’m speeding
Basic bitches asking me what a bean is
Put her number in my phone and delete it
Put her number in my phone and delete it
My killers gorillas they roll with bananas
30 on waist, they won’t run out of ammo
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle

[Hook]
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
Catch me in the 6 with my day ones
We don’t need no new friends
(If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again no)

[Verse 2]
These pussies rapping on road, but they singing in jail
My bro on the run, trynna stack up his bail
My pockets is low, I didn’t want check the mail
Now that I’m up, man I’m giving em’ hell
I just want money, I don’t need these hoes
She see I’m getting money, she ain’t know, now she know
She didn’t wanna fuck with me when I was broke
Now I’m putting white girl in white girl’s nose
She fuck with the kid cause she know Imma blow
Remember the days that I wore the same clothes
Remember the days sitting in Sdot
Look up to the sky and came up with a plot
All of my niggas, we chasing a knot
These niggas they wishing my music gon’ flop (make your mind up)
Wanna make this money or not?

[Pre-Hook]
Driving down the 401 and I’m speeding
Basic bitches asking me what a bean is
Put her number in my phone and delete it
Put her number in my phone and delete it
My killers gorillas they roll with bananas
30 on waist, they won’t run out of ammo
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle

[Hook]
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
Catch me in the 6 with my day ones
We don’t need no new friends
(If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again no)

Nasty C – Hell Naw (Bad Hair Extensions Album)

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

I’m making music for niggas in suits & ties
They all got a "money & evil" smile
Thats ending conversations with the "I’ll let my people call your people" line
I rap for the ones still in high school
Probably my age and they think I’m cool
For the little ones calling me uncle
Shit you know I do this for the dimes too

I’m tryna find out where mind at
BaI don’t think I’m crazy I’m beyond that
Every girl I’m with is either blessed or obsessed with dressing and looking like Beyoncé

And I’m a jiggy jigga, yea I’m on that
There’s not a thing I hate more than a contract
I been killing niggas since I was the kid that rushes home just to go play mortal combat

I’m tooo WAVy like format
I could really bring it to your doormat
I don’t think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king aaah-aah Noor man

I’m the leader, now just get behind me
You know you like my shit, you can’t deny it
Bro, i came up like BOOM BOOM BOOM, dead silence. Someone get the bodies, get the

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

The real ones listen to me when I tell my story
The fakes ones always wanna write it for me
I never wanted to rain on your parade
I started doing all of this for white Jordan’s
Now I made it. Clear .. to the store manager I want the shit delivered to me
It’s like.. All the niggas that you all praise.
Are just some other niggas to me
Dumbing down is a motherfuckn mission for me
I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me
I make all of my women mirror for me
And then I tell em would you please pick a pillow for me
Aaah nigga would you pleeese cry a river for me
Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me
Tell me do you want a kidney or a liver from me?
If you hate me then why do you login to Twitter for me
Isn’t this a biiiitch tho
A short nigga came and hit a swiiish hoe
I’m doing every Day and night shift
Just to get it coz you ain’t really hot until your wrist cold
Can somebody order me some chill tho..
I really never ever had no chill, bro
But I’m really giving everybody chills.
Nigga chill chill chill, can somebody get the window. Damn can somebody get the window

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told em as a young’in they would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, shit is so insane
I’m kicking bitches out the traphouse like I’m Tory Lanez

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told em as a young’in they would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, shit is so insane
I’m kicking bitches out the traphouse like I’m Tory Lanez

I like my girls high like standards
They gotta pop like Jackson
They gotta be above average
They gotta take the dick like chances
You know you with it with your friends that don’t know Jesus
And that ass thick as thieves
I’m just Adam tryna eat the apple bottom off Eve
I’m tryna inspire man, do it for the youth
So I’mma cop a whip and say "Hell naw" to the roof
Hell naw to the the ceilings, fuck limits
This ain’t that kiddie flow so I can’t have you ducks in it
I’m married to the hustle man I’m stuck with it
It’s Bad Hair season nigga, fuck with it

Lecrae – River Of Jordan (feat. Breyan Isaac) (From The Shack)

[Pre-Hook: Breyan Isaac]
They say wash in the river of Jordan
Wipe away your sins like I’ve done mine
And the people then they’ll be equals
There’s too many sinkholes we’ve left behind

[Hook 1: Breyan Isaac]
I’m losing my religion
I’ve realized I wasn’t built for these conditions

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
Yeah
I gave up my all
When I felt lost not a one of ya’ll called
When I took off everybody else stalled
I don’t really understand what ya’ll on
What ya’ll want
I can’t live, can’t be free
I can’t be here
Gave my sweat gave my tears
Gave up all the best of my years
I done gave everything
I ain’t gained anything
Just pain and more sadness
Just broad strokes and blank stares
No details and no canvas
Nah I ain’t livin for your love
Case dismissed I don’t need another judge
I done got everything off my chest
But I got one more thing to confess

[Hook 2: Breyan Isaac]
I’m losing my religion
I’ve realized I wasn’t built for these conditions
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah

[Verse 2: Lecrae]
So Imma leave religion for a relationship
Never sell my soul Imma sell my ship
I failed you all because I failed to help
Just know I failed myself
But faith keeps me from folding
It’s all I got left I’m left here with no one
I ain’t choose You but You say I’m chosen
And when I feel lost the cross all I hope in
I lost my religion but I found God
Sounds odd but I’m better at seeing how far
Did I come from the dark is the nights to the light
Irregardless of all of my many flaws
Amen
I ain’t livin for your love
Case dismissed I don’t need another judge
I done got everything off my chest
But I got one more thing to confess

[Pre-Hook: Breyan Isaac]
They say wash in the river of Jordan
Wipe away your sins like I’ve done mine
And the people then they’ll be equals
There’s too many sinkholes we’ve left behind

[Hook 2: Breyan Isaac]
I’m losing my religion
I’ve realized I wasn’t built for these conditions
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah

[Outro: Breyan Isaac]
They say wash
In the river of Jordan
I’m losing my religion

Profit – Aint Rich Yet (feat. Dave East)

[Intro: Dave]
Trav waddup nigga, beat that case boy
…4 in the morning (*flat line*)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I got some work in the freezer
Model bitch she’s from Belize
I’ve never been open of pussy, you niggas is rookies pillow talking to a freak
Feel I’m dental flossing every beat I be in spots, money coming in quick
Avion shots I got it from Jeezy Trap Or Die, shit we riding in a geezy
We do what we wanna do not what we tryna do, don’t let them lie to you
I come from where niggas will follow you, as soon as you slide out that barbecue
I’m realer then most I chill with my locs, I’m falling asleep on a model bitch
I caught her out the streets on some toddler shit, aim’ll get more respect then a dollar will
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet? , you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?

[Verse 2: Profit
Broke as fuck yeah I know they stress, how they do it? how they do it? how they do it?
I’ve been thinking ’bout some Peter Lugers, or them Big Macs we been going through it
It’s a different beef when you getting bags, niggas envious when they should be giving daps
She just sucked me but she’s probably mad, because these hoes commenting they ain’t falling back
Now i’m in [?] coming from the [?] if you had lawyers you had the same troubles
Gucci collar with logo hidden, I remain [?] we been tryna bubble
Like bad soap, Jordan box where the stash go, in them blocks where they trap or die and the fruits of labor they can’t post
Feds watching plus the hoes gossip, they’ll line you up like they hanging cloths
I was holdin’ dope on that 9-5 with that work with them I know I’m trippin’
Money calling’ they placing orders, so I had to get, had to get it ain’t seen me yet but ima hurt their feelings
O-Dog breaks so they know I’m menace, they like he gone kill ’em

[Chorus: Dave East]
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
I been feeling like a big threat, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!

[Verse 3:]
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow
And you S-O-L I was eating Ramens ‘fore I seen a cell
Alley ways and them back cuts I done seen them cells
Niggas back up because you might see hell
Brown water sippin’ Holy Grail, you stay inside you never seen a cell
Vac-seal the product so the scent safe, paid the white bitch just to sent the [?]

[Bridge:]
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow

[Chorus: Dave East]
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
I been feeling like a big threat, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!