Lil Pump – Nu Uh Lyrics

[Intro]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-huh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh
Uh-huh, chyeah, ooh, brrt, Lil Pump
Ooh (Danny, I see you)
Ooh (Hehehehe, Misogi)

[Chorus]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah)
Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
What’s your name? Lil Pump (Brrt)
Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah)
I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt)
So you know I stay fucked up (Damn)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

[Verse]
Don’t talk to me (Brrt)
Smashed your ho, she said you a rookie, uh-huh (Chyeah)
Real drug addict, what up?
Woke up in the morning, wonder how to get fucked up (Ooh)
Swear to God shit won’t stop, ten hoes in the yacht
Even got your sister and your mom (Damn)
Still do drugs on house arrest (Ooh)
Bitch, I forgot the day we met (Huh?)
Failed math class, two percent (Two)
Put the Hi-Tech on my desk (Tech)
I don’t like school anyway (Brrt)
Dropped out, made a million dollars next day (Ooh, chyeah)
Yeah, I found my teacher on Backpage (Ooh)
Pop three Xans and I go on a rampage (Damn)
Get geeked up on a Sunday (Chyeah)
Crash the Porsche, left it on the highway (Brrt)
Goddamn, my life’s so good (Goddamn)
Grandma sold crack and she still in the hood (Ooh)
Told her ass work ’cause all she do is cook
Learned how to sell crack ‘fore I learned to read a book (Wow)

[Chorus]
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah)
Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
What’s your name? Lil Pump (Brrt)
Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah)
I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills (Brrt)
So you know I stay fucked up (Damn)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Don’t talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh)
Don’t stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh (Ooh)
Nuh-uh, nuh-uh (Chyeah)
Nuh-uh (Ooh), nuh-uh, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Ronny J – Trixxx (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 1: Ronny J]
That’s why I buy what I want
That’s why I stay where I want
Now I count racks for the fuck of it
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’ma skirt off
I got that bitch [?]
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust her for sure
Uh, uh, uh
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump
I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I might pull up in a foreign
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
Lil Pump

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

Lil Pump – Designer Lyrics

[Intro: News Cast]
“You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot. Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school. A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video. The rapper’s name is Lil Pump.”

[Bridge]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Yeah, huh?
Brr, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

[Verse]
Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitches sure would never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the opps
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m ’bout to drop
Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash, hanging out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds dripping on me, feeling like a water faucet
Broke niggas hating on me, man, this shit, need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest nigga coming out my city
Hit AODs and I’m blowing straight 50s (brr)
In the kitchen whippin’ Whitney, sippin’ lean, I lost my kidney
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me, off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, aye
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
Bitch, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can be upset
I’m worth a couple million, bitch, you know I love to flex

[Chorus]
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold

Two guns – Famous Dex feat. Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Famous Dex – Two guns

Nah, I’m just playing, hahh
ADVM on the beat
Youknowwhatimsaying? What?
Lil Pump wit me, huh, huh, SmokePurpp wit me, what? huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Run up on me, swear to God I’mma spray.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Dexter, huh, wait
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
I get that money everyday
f*cking your b*tch and she calling me bae
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
I got Lil Pump with me
I got a pump on me
Honey on me, turn you right to a bee
Wait, I get the money they snoozing, lose
f*ck your lil b*tch, she just choose
Run up on me, make the news
I got them hunnids, they blue, wait
Look at my jewels, I’m cool
Fendi my coat, I designer my shoes
I got a Glock, it ain’t cool
I’m sending shots at you fools
Little boy, watch what you say
I bring the K to your face, wait
Lil homie ain’t straight
Ratting too much, man, he talk to the jakes
Huh, what, huh, yeah
I sip that Wock everyday
I sip that Wock everyday
Pour me a 6, man, I drink to the face
Dexter.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Wock, Wock, Wock, Wock
I keep that Wock on my waist
Two b*tches giving me face
And I sip Wock everyday
They hate on me cause I do what I say
Popping on percs, smoke Wood to the face
All of this money go right on your face
I count up, I count up the cake
Two pints on me and two pints in the safe
Sipping Wockhardt, got my Glock hard
Eating poptarts, in a fast car
I’m sipping on Wock outta state
The plug is two minutes away
I call him, he bringinh a pint
I’m sippinh a pint to the face
And I don’t f*ck with the green
I cut up a rip on my jeans
If you real know we got beans
If you need pills we got beans
What? yeahhh
Bust 30 shots for my team.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Two guns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday.

Ooh, Lil Pump
I pop 4 percs to the face
Ooh, Lil Pump flex everyday
Ooh, I keep two Glocks on my waist
Ooh, keep that b*tch out, I don’t play
Ooh, I got these b*tches ,they f*cking, damn
I f*ck that b*tch and her cousin, damn
I’m in LA counting hunnids, damn
Big body Uber, it’s bussing, ooh
I sold your boy Robitussin
I f*ck that b*tch like it’s nothing
I f*ck that b*tch like it’s nothing
D Rose, D Rose, D Rose
Lil Pump got them kilos
Got Dex in the cut, got Purpp on the cut
And b*tch we ball like D Rose.

Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
Huh, what, huh, yeah, huh
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Two guuuns, that’s all on my waist
Huh, yeah, huh yeah, huh
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everyday
I drink that Wock everydayyy.
Famous Dex lyrics
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