Meek Mill – On Me Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, reportin’ live from the northside of litty city
You fuck my bitch, I’ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon’ strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Three bad bitches, fuckin’ on me
Top floor at my penthouse, yeah
Young rich nigga, I’m on my roll
Fuckin’ them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah
Fuck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah
Nigga play me, gon’ get shot (Brr)
Quarter mil’ ‘caine, my wrist white, woah
Bust down, Patek don’t tick-tock, no
We got them birds in a drought
I caught a plaque and they hittin’ it raw
This life I’m living be trippin’ me out ’cause I just let a famous bitch spit in my mouth (Ew)
I’ma buy a bird for a project bitch
Rolls truck coming, I’ma cop that shit
Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Every red bottom, know I got that shit
Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit
Your favorite rapper is not that rich (Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Fly Dubai on Emirates
Only fly a mob that’s with the shits
All bad hoes need discipline (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
(Cardi) I bought my money ring, your’s out (Woo)
Red Lamborghini with the doors out (Ugh)
I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)
Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I been hard workin’ and humble
Believe me, I’ve heard of the mumble (Look)
I’m just gon’ leave it alone (Yeah)
‘Cause I would put burners to bundles
Bitches are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I’m at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not fuck with your kind, no
I do not fuck with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss bitch, I do not come in your size, no
(Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna dick ride (No)
But I ain’t really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
‘Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin’ out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your nigga house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (Booty, booty, booty, booty)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah

[Bridge: Distorted, Meek Mill and Cardi B]
I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho
I seen a bitch go an’ switch sides

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I’m in a red ‘Sace robe, fuckin’ on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that’ll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

Travis Scott – CAN’T SAY Lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott & (Don Toliver)]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m on my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got in on film

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You gotta watch out where you rockin’, shit get real
Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes too wavy, it’s too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a-swang, and a-swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Oh my

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?
I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she callin’
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain’t no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don’t give a fuck how hard it get
That lil’ bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the first time
Hoes come through just to touch us
I’ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her
Slang my chop from Russia

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high, but I’m real
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

Yung Simmie – Underground King (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Hook]
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don´t wanna race, I can´t come in last
I kill em’ with the swag, I make a hater mad
I be in my zone, gave this bitch the bone
She won’t leave me alone, blowin’ up my phone
I got her mind goin’, but I’m off the mount
Prolly in the trap, whippin’ up a mil
The UnderGround King, screamin’ fuck a deal
Leanin’ to the right, I just popped the seal
I be so for real, my life is surreal
I told my niggas chill, they be poppin’ pills
And I’m a young boss, I be closin’ deals
Snipers on the roof, I know Navy Seals
And I might take your bitch and ask you how it feels
Then I give her dick and ask her how it feels

[Verse]
I’m leanin’ off this drank, lovin’ how it feels
Smokin’ on that stank, I picked it out the field
I’m shinin’ like a diamond, gold in my grills
Blowin’ up my phone, I have to tell her chill
And I ain’t talkin’ runnin’, but I’m chasin’ mills
I be hella hungry, I came to [?]
You playin’ with my funds, you might get whacked cuz I don’t fuck with snakes and I don’t fuck with rats
You know who I am, call me Uncle Sam
Smellin’ like a pound, I roll em by the gram
I told my niggas chill, they be goin’ ham
You keyboard thuggers, keep sendin’ spam
My hittas off the pills, you better write your will
They leave you underwater, hope you got your gills
I’m from FLA, where niggas die all day
I heard that you be chillin’, we just grind all day
I’m a young boss, I can’t take a loss
All my niggas eatin’, you can’t taste the sauce
You just do the talk, me I walk the walk
And if it’s drama time, then the pistols spark
All is fun and games, leave it at the park
We beat pussies up, like it’s after dark
I’m baggin’ any bitch, like it’s K Mart
Smokin’ on the jay, while I jaywalk
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don’t wanna race, I can’t come in last

[Hook]
All I smoke is gas, these niggas broke
Money in the stash, I be bout my cash
You don´t wanna race, I can´t come in last
I kill em’ with the swag, I make a hater mad
I be in my zone, gave this bitch the bone
She won’t leave me alone, blowin’ up my phone
I got her mind goin’, but I’m off the mount
Prolly in the trap, whippin’ up a mil
The UnderGround King, screamin’ fuck a deal
Leanin’ to the right, I just popped the seal
I be so for real, my life is surreal
I told my niggas chill, they be poppin’ pills
And I’m a young boss, I be closin’ deals
Snipers on the roof, I know Navy Seals
And I might take your bitch and ask you how it feels
Then I give her dick and ask her how it feels