Princess Nokia – For The Night lyrics

[Intro]
Smash my heart in pieces, it looks so good on the floor

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

[Verse 1]
There I go, on the road again
Losin’ my love while losin’ my friends, yeah
Havin’ fun, Where will it end?
Where do the fun start? Where it begin?
I’m the type who likes to wear
Count all my blessings, count all my ends
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My life is up on the road, sometimes I never go home
Zooted I’m stoned, OG, cookies and dro
Moshpits, I’m throwin’ bows, breakdown but I won’t fall
Life’s callin’, I got to go, meet me before my show
Loco from all this pain, fucked up, I misbehave
Some things will never change, blacked out, I’m not OK
I wanna know I’m safe, show money, I’m gettin’ paid

[Bridge]
I make money to replace you, used to love you, now I hate you
I make money to replace you, used to love you, now I hate you

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

[Verse 2]
Live show, you never know, solo, I’m on my own
Sometimes you crash and burn, fuck it, man, I don’t know
Fuck it, let’s go get stoned, groupies I wanna bone
Premo, I’m in the zone, stay high but move ’round low
Lone girl, nowhere to go, studio will be my home
I got nowhere to go
Bitches be in my throne but they can’t have my smoke
Rich kid, I’m all alone, I won’t pick up my phone
You hear the dial tone, OT I’m never home
Back roll or rolling stone, sometimes you die alone (you die alone)

[Chorus]
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life
For the night, for the night
State to state, back to back, all the time
Get the bag, airtight
I could change your whole motherfuckin’ life

Reh Dogg – That Is Real lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah
One love
Yall should step out of the way
Real OG coming through
Here I go

(Verse)
Big Art from NC have no common sense yeah hell he has no damn sense
Put him on my label white dude think he can blow up overnight
Honestly he wasn’t bright smoke too much 420 no brains inside his head is empty
Damn he want to threaten me I’m pretty sure he don’t know me If he knew me he wouldn’t threaten me
I don’t think he knows what i got tell them niggas try and test he knows that he’s gonna die
Don’t ask God why cause you tried to test the OG and now you’re twenty feet under ya heard me

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Yeah I keep to myself yo most times I chill by myself attack me I will defend myself
Tried to teach him how to do hard work but Big Art was just a jerk
Most of his songs laced with profanity he thought that made him better than me
Create your beats and see how you do B you just don’t even understand
Bet millions that you’d suck at it though he had no respect so i give you none in return
I’m serious I’m not playing Big Art in NC stay away If you knew what was good for you
Understand I’m warning you

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Big Art you have no common sense hell the nigga have no sense at all
Went to put him on my label white dude want to blow up overnight
Honestly has was not too bright smoke too much 420 in his brain is empty
He had the nerves to threaten me I’m pretty sure that this nigga didn’t know me
I don’t understand why he want to come at me like that he don’t know that it’s a known fact
I got my baseball bat and I don’t need that cause I fight him with my brains cause he don’t have any
He’s insane white dude smoke too much chill

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Most times I stick to myself most times I chill by myself attack me I’ll defend myself
Tried to teach this nigga hard work Big Art you are just a jerk
Most times your lyrics were laced with profanity you thought that made you better than me
Create your own beats and shoot your own video yo

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Outro)
Yeah real talk you can’t compete at this level
You tried don’t give up though you’ll make it someday
Actually hell no I don’t think so
Ha ha ha ha ha

Smokepurpp – Muddy Lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
When you hear that money counter, that’s Killa Slade in the back
Ffff beep!
Yuh! Esketit

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy, goddammit
It’s me and Uncle, goddamnit
Got with your bitch and we smashin’
We makin’ an oreo sandwich
I blow up a nigga with toolies
His bitch the on the run she foolish
Goddamn I love fuckin’ these groupies
We goin’ it look like a (?)
100 round drum on my head
Pussy soo I might slip
Pussy soo wet it gon’ drip
Pussy soo wet I might lick
Codeine and sprite what I sip
She don’t get shit but this dick
I make her cum, make her flip
Samsung, it jump on hip
Bitch wanna rip on my bong
Bitch wanna sing all my songs

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I just be smoking and I just be lurking
I cannot focus, you niggas are roses
You fake, niggas know I can’t relate
I want a .37, no 38
Everyone I know got a .40
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear to God, dammit, these niggas so phony
Bitch, I’ma ball like Ginobli, I swear I be smokin’ on OG
When I pull up, fuck the police
And get the picture like Sony

Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break right through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

Bow Wow – Emotional Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin’ comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me
Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
Snoop said, “Get these niggas,” so I’ma get ’em dog
One house, ten bitches, that how I’m living dog
Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off
If she don’t fuck, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all
Let’s get back to this real shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me, y’all think that it’s true
See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t fuck with the press
Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, niggas turn clowns
Go ‘head with all that fake love shit, I know what’s up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there
Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there
They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there
That’s extortion at its finest my nigga
We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don’t try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine
And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different, now our view ain’t the same
You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy
We grown men, let’s turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you
No subtweetin’, you talk shit, boy I’m approachin’ you
That’s real

[Outro]
Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings
Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say
But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though
So fuck it

Trouble – Come Thru lyrics

[Intro: Trouble]
Ear Drummers
Man, this crazy as f*ck
You said you was talkin’ about what?
I got nothin’, man
I got nothin’ on no nothin’
Nah, straight like that, though
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke, bitch

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
Just want me to come through, come through
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 2: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Damn the bih bout dumb as a box of rocks
Dawg I just get them sock
Find out lil’ bitty be the opps
You can’t be G and be the cops (yeah)
I can’t play myself out like that
Fuck these hoes, keep gettin’ that dope
[?] countin’ mine won’t be tryin’ get no n*gger, somethin’ I know
I was down bad on my luck, my dawg like three sum summers ago
Ain’t sh*t been sweet, but neither’s me so my bitch need 300 or more
I keep guns and ganja close, I keep funds, but I don’t boast
I know what it’s like to not have sh*t it ain’t a bitch I owe
You don’t need ’em now
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ try me without sayin’ I went in his sh*t (f*ck nigga)
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ disrespect the gang or try my bitch (f*ck nigga)
[?] no game
Watch me straight up out that 6 [?] wit you gettin’ dismissed
I give a fed a Jadakiss I rep that north for facin’ sh*t, Skoob

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 3: Trouble]
I was slidin’, vibin’, ridin’ 285 just in my thoughts
Do I need go hit this lick? Ain’t got no time to gettin’ caught
I can’t leave my folks down bad like that, guess I’m just gon’ slow roll it
Partner say he got OG in the 3, that’s where I’m rollin’
Focus nigga, need to focus mo, that’s Motrin, ain’t no purp
You ain’t gon’ f*ck me up like that, step on my sh*t, bitch, you’ll get murked
Few were out there in the bluff, Eastside just might see me in dirt
A two-piece snack in one piece skirts
Can’t turn me down, this ain’t that vert
Got all 12’s on recurr
Got off them bails, you hella hurt
Got a fair time, I failed to do
Got a fair time, I failed the dirt
You lil’ bitches failed to mention when you gossip in your kitchen
How I held sh*t down since prison, how I held sh*t down in trenches huh

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Outro: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come, yeah
Come through
You must want a nigga to come
Come through
Oh, oh, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come? Yeah
Come through
Yeah, you must want a nigga to come

Smoke DZA – The Mood (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Yea
It’s a really fucking cool era we in
Yea, uh

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
It’s a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal
We coming through and we hostile
47 deep so everything’s getting toppled
Showtime nigga word to James word to goggles
Everybody’s fucked like a high price brothel
You can’t out-hustle a hustler so don’t try to
Word to Steezy the tactic is still survival
Fuck humble nigga ride on your rivals
The hoes wanna hang like my peacoat toggles
Guess who’s bizzack? Smokey and I’m here with the pack
After this you gon’ need you a nap
They throw shots we don’t even react
Like I ain’t got Pedro on payroll to take care of that
Set it out where it’s at
Nigga flow way in tact
The bag heavy scale off weigh it back
Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even laps
You can’t compare them boys to us
Shit, that’s not even rap

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, uh, and let me switch the mood
Gotta take a risk for your biggest wish to come true
I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional views
Where ain’t shit to lose just more proving
Finally got my piece of the pecan
Me and momma moving no more staying out on weekends
Got no time for snoozing know I’m out for Benjamins
Representing me, repping for all my people dreaded in my family
I see a canopy of bars thats overhead
Thinking to self there can’t be no one this hard, they all dead
Go and spar with the ghosts that’s on my side
I’m a star momma look up in the sky
Son shine bright, don’t I?
Only getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute
Like I am supposed to, very soon you will be out of minutes
You should let me coach ya, work the smoke
We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from these vultures

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
It ain’t for purchase gotta take the game in doses
The illest shit don’t really get too much promotion
Children of the indigo protect the fortress
Trump got the whole world feeling hopeless
Still I got my chest pokin’
Too much headaches not enough Motrin
Life will have a nigga self frozen
Won’t have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in
The flow golden, the wave, the boat rowing
We here, they no-showers
Smoke blowing the OG in the wind
Had a bunch of losers tell me I couldn’t win
See you taking off that’s when the hating shit begins
Watch you walking on water they say it’s cause you can’t swim
Time to transcend, hands in, boss and [?]
Ben Franklin’s, all across the globe my name ring
Airport, customs, walking through chain swing
You could tell I’m doing my damn thing
Ugh

Curren$y – All For Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
Tell me what’s it – what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Tell me what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Yea

[Verse 1]
Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don’t wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

[Verse 2]
Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

Ralo – Die Real (feat. Young Dolph & Trouble)

[Hook]
Yeah, what you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
What yo wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga

[Verse 1]
Ask me what imma be
I just wanna be real
My momma say imma die
Cuz real niggas get killed
That fake shit get revealed
Boy you know how that is
I want to snap on these niggas
But something keeps telling me chill
Something keep telling me never fuck with them people no more
But I love my dawg to death
And dawg it ain’t no homo
You got to pay me for convo
You don’t know me, I’m John Doe
We got to fuck in the hood
Cuz I don’t fuck in the condo
Hold up give me a minute
Don’t suck that dick till i’m finished
It won’t hurt to be real
That shit won’t cost you a penny
I don’t really have any friends
I don’t fuck with too many
I only fuck with my soldiers
And I’m the Sargent, Lieutenant, yeah

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
Aye
Imma be a real nigga, that’s the easiest thing to do
Been getting money since a youth, what about you?
Diamonds ocean blue, fuck bitches by the twos
They watch my every move
Foreigns, Rari, black shoes
Bitch I sold dope because I had to
Getting head in the back of the classroom
Told my niggas don’t make a move
Because right now I’m hot
Fuck niggas in their feelings like he can’t be stopped
I got money in the wild blood on my hands
Yeah I love my dawgs, yeah I been the man
Yeah I sacrificed everything nigga
Yeah I’m just too real and you a lame nigga

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
All I ever want to be in life is what I am
Respect is what I demand
Stand up nigga I never ran
All I ever wanted to be in life is what I is
Follow the rule, never put no hoe before your kid
Follow the rule, never let no hoe fuck up your crib
If you partners down the road
Hold em down, that’s just real
If your plan go sour, take you L that’s what it is
When you [?] in these streets just like I did fool
Might get out and cop that amg just like I did
Might just get that Lambo just like Ronald [?]
50 em in my pocket, flex on any given Sunday
This is true, OG said just stay down and get that money

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee

Quando Rondo – I Remember (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
I ain’t gon’ lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here nigga
Yeah, and my world Go Grizz nigga, yeah
Go Grizz nigga ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
I remember hitting licks in the project housing
Yeah, Queezy hit a lick for few thousand
They be like there go that young nigga that stay wilding
I don’t even much right, I be freestyling
I remember them days watching mama cry man
I remember that day that Lil Quaffy died man
Had to get off my ass, man I had to try man
I got to get a bag even if it’s five bands
I remember hitting licks for them flatscreens
On hard streets, I been trying to serve them crack fiends
I remember them days I ain’t have no clothes
I remember them days I was kicking doors
I remember mama saying I’m a bad child
I remember when I first went to the juvenile
I remember when I first realized the envy
Locked up in the cell, I couldn’t get a penny

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I remember everything
Judge told my lawyer that I’m going to chain gang
OG’s telling us that we can’t hang
If I ever run into the opps we gon’ bang
I remember everything
I was fuckin’ with lil shawty, bought her everything
Stay one hundred to the grave, ain’t gon’ never change
Shout out to my mama, put her through so much pain
I remember all them shootouts that we had with them other niggas
My bitch got mad and fucked another nigga
Man that shit was crazy, ain’t gon’ lie it made me heartless
Fell in love with money, it’s gon’ stay with me regardless
I don’t give a damn what they say, I’m the hardest
And I’m not never gon’ leave my apartment
Different situation got me running with my mask on
Niggas still hating but I swear that it won’t last long, oh no

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

Offset – Violation Freestyle

[Intro]
Ain’t no more motherfuckin’, "Wassup bro" with these niggas man
As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas

[Chorus]
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

[Verse]
I got more money than all of you niggas (money)
If I feel like it’s smoke then I’m calling out niggas (smoke)
Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)
Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)
Lil boy, boy you ain’t did nothin’ (lil boy, boy)
30K shows, that’s that kid money (thirty ball)
Thankin’ the lord what he did for me (God)
I thank him ’cause really I did something (hey)
Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet
They really don’t understand what I’m saying (shh, shh, shh)
From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)
Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)
A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)
Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)
I don’t upload a nigga, but when I see you I’ll expose you niggas
Niggas so young that I’m feeling like I’m a OG
At the top with the older niggas (OG)
Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)
Amsterdam, wrappin’ a global figure (woo)
And I got loads of figures (loads)
It’s all red, yeah the coupe it’s a blister (skrt)
‘Cause you’re rich, lil nigga ain’t official (nah)
You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

Lil Boosie – Heartless Hearts

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 1]
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 2]
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it been broken like that
Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
Need a second line to bring some memories back (that’s Lil’ Bleek and Lil’ Ivory)

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 3]
If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
He lost Lil’ Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil’ Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel

[Hook] x 2
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

Pressa – Basically

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

Young Thug – What You Sayin Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 1]
She was so fine (she was so fine)
So I let her push the foreign ride an’ sit in it (skrrt)
I’m starin’ at the toilet like I wan’ go shit on niggas (what?)
I’d rather kill a nigga (oh boy) before I squeal on niggas (on God)
(Know I’m sayin’, man? Real dripset shit, man, give it to ’em, ya dig?)
Copped her a coupe and now she say I’m the best
I told she ain’t gon’ tell you, can put her to the test
I flood with her Chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
I bought a gold [?] and flex it on the v-neck
Beat her like Funkmaster Flex
Lock on that knit like a bitch
That pussy pink like a pig
R.I.P. to OG double D, bitch I dig
Drink on that lean until it’s [?]
I’ma leak that sauce until the world was slimes
Filled it with slimes and then we slimed up the streets
That pussy nigga tellin’ looks so sloppy to me
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 2]
If you a G, say “fuck tha police” (fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
Cockblock, and drop it on my gold teeth
I’ma run inside that pussy, dropped my codeine
Get it, drunk it, hit it, hit it, like a nosebleed
(Like I said the first time, man, real dripset shit, y’know what I mean? Pay attention. I ain’t through. Get it)
Pussy nigga starin’ with his snail face
Twenty-fives, thirty-eights, fuck a shell-case (brrr)
Old hunnids, small head on a big plate (what?)
Eatin’ good, vegetarian niggas [?]
All these foreign cars, nigga, know we racin’ (skrrt)
Got lots of foreign broads that I never chase
I swear it’s five stars every time I eat
I swear it’s five broads stuffin’ in my face
You can have it, whoa, whoa, you can have it
These niggas saddened, we just livin’ lavish
I went in the rabbit myself and picked out some carats
She know we ain’t average and all of my niggas happy
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

Chief Keef – You & Me (Thot Breaker Album)

[Intro]
Huh?
Umm
Lean, lean
Skrr, Skrr skrr skrr
Bang bang, bang bang

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

Chief Keef – You & Me Lyrics

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

Snakehips – Right Now lyrics

Yeah
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right

[Verse 1: Elhae]
Party everyday, why we waitin’ on the weekend?
‘Cause she know that I know what she came here to do
We’ll be diving off the deep end, woah
‘Cause I be in my zone, ooh
Pressin’ up like defense, woo
And now we on the road, everythin’ is slow-mo
No discussions, skip the pretense (let’s not make it complicated)

[Pre-Chorus: Elhae & H.E.R.]
You know when we get together we probably won’t act right
You been talkin’ shit forever, but tonight’s the last time
Bottle on the table, like the one we finished last night
Hold up on the breaks and hit the gas

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[Chorus: Elhae]
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
It ain’t right, but it’s right now
We ain’t right, we ain’t right, oh
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right

[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]
Girl you always fallin’ off on me, that’s target practice
And I can’t stand it when you mad, but it look so attractive
And I got somethin’ in my pocket that makes both of us happy
And when we kick it for some hours off that dope and candy
Said we be freakin’ for some minutes, but it feels like hours
Said we would be strapped off that OG, but it smells like towel
And I can’t stand you when I’m sober, would you still come over?
You drive me crazy, you’re my chauffeur ’til the Uber shows up

[Bridge: Elhae]
She wanna get faded, so we gon’ let the night [?]
And we’re gonna let the [?] slow
We gon’ let the party till we are, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Elhae & H.E.R.]
You know when we get together we probably won’t act right
You been talkin’ shit forever, but tonight’s the last time
Bottle on the table, like the one we finished last night
Hold up on the breaks and hit the gas

[Chorus: Elhae]
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
It ain’t right, but it’s right now
We ain’t right, we ain’t right, oh
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right

[Outro: D.R.A.M.]
Snakehips
One bottle, two people and no chasers
Me and lil’ mama, solve our problems
By gettin’ wasted off the alcoholla, marijuana and etcetera
My boo thang, always and forever, yeah
We problematic, so it has it
But who ain’t got problems?
We all have ’em, yeah
But she still a baddie, I’m still her daddy
And we’re higher, than all y’all
Still at it, still at it

TLC – Way Back (Lyric Video)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help me find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

G Herbo – Something

[Intro]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I’m just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that shit

[Verse]
Look I won a race, 100 miles and running
They was stopping, I ain’t jog or nothing
I ain’t lag or nothing
I was 20 laps ahead of y’all, I ain’t brag or nothing
Gang rooting, under pressure, I ain’t let them down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras, hand me a towel or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Y’all know where I started
All them late nights going retarded
Running with the wildest youngings
Smelling like 1000 onions
Damn that shit don’t count for nothing
When I told ’em I was coming
They just thought that was I bluffing
Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch ’em
Pretty ladies, yeah I love ’em
Come backstage, they let me fuck ’em
Free Of Charge don’t owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Make her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me fuck her twice
She know I might fuck up her life
Too lit to have a fucking wife
She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it
She can board her flight
Lil Ruth Chris might get her something to go, I guess I’m sorta nice
Never been on dates, I risked my life
She see me blowing this pipe
Baby I’m not regular, no I’m not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that’s not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can’t leave no trace or evidence
Or location, if I’m there too long I gotta move
Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don’t like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don’t leave the G out when you say Herbo
Never leave the G out
Glock on me every day I leave out
Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout
Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
Gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money
Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain’t push the sports button
Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me
Still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers
Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain’t running like the Porsche running
Remember yelling 47 with the torch running
Hittin cuts on the ops block
Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning
All my niggas all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch us
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all (?) I roll the steel up
Everybody on the team tryna score something
Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon
But we ain’t going out sweet, no cop dying
That means ain’t no cops killing us
Ain’t no ops killing us
Some say I might sound cocky
Some say I might sound scary
But I know that I’m gon’ get home where I’m from that’s (?)
Where I’m from shit get scary, niggas get buried
Riding up on your block, bloody mary
Don’t you double dare me
I’m from the Eastside of Chicago
I’m Gucci where I go
Niggas know me where I go
I’m an OG where I go
You can’t help what you born with
But it’s on you if you die broke
If I die before I wake
Have a party when I go
20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go

TLC – Way Back (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
When our photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

Big Bank – 25 Squares (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
Don’t let this lean hold you back from your full potential
She said your’e the smartest person I’ve ever bumped into
Super

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black]
Came up, fucked up, living like a savage
Watch my pops give up turn to a addict
OG’s in front the store frontin’ niggas package
White powder turn to blow, I thought I seen magic
Bought a 50 dollar slap, now it’s Big Bank Escobar
These hoes really up for grab when you having some
They thought I would succeed but I feedi fed feechi
Only time a nigga love you, when he begging or he need you
Made myself a boss, a billion dollar mind
Zone 6, living lavish big bank a rare kind
Duct Tape, that’s the mob that’s my whole spine
My nigga Pluto, Freebandz but we the same kind

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, its detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 2: Future]
I poured a little baking soda and more xan’s
You bett’ not let them hollowtips touch your hands
You see I came up and I blew out like a fan
I watch my man’s turn his back when I expanded
Flipping that raw raw it came in a casket
We on the Southside lil woadie ’bout to blast it
And I knew, I knew when I was on that corner I wasn’t average
Sometime I like to post up
Take the styrofoam and toast up
You know damn well these niggas below us
I made the right moves just listening to my instincts
I got my Pirus, my Grave street niggas with me

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’ it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

Take A Mic – Superstar (Boite Noire Album)

[Intro]
Wow, wow, wow, incroyable
Shabz, incroyable
Envoie (Shabz)

[Refrain] (x2)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

[Couplet 1]
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
Viens on s’barre de la te-boî, on fait ça dans l’noir
La concu’ c’est comme les ‘teilles, on les boit
Mes négros brillent, on les voit
OG enfermé, nique les lois
J’prends ton number et j’mets les voiles
Tu veux pisser l’sang ? Élève la voix
Ils le font mais ça rien à voir
Guette, je sais qu’tu nous imites
Fuck le rap jeu, négro j’deviens minimaliste
Fais la maille et les valises
Elle a liké, elle a follow, elle est maligne
J’crache ma rime, elle est magique
Des fois j’pense à la vie, elle est tragique
On est prêt pour l’avenir, met le tarif

[Pont]
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (wow)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (envoie)

[Couplet 2]
Guette, j’passe sur mon compte en banque, j’ai envie de devenir un vendeur de C
Quand ça va cesser, tu vas v’nir sucer
Le succès c’est comme l’échiquier, faut savoir jouer
Sur mon son, il faut savoir bouger
J’ai découpé la prod’ comme un boucher
J’ai beaucoup de technique comme un gaucher
Meuf t’as de l’expérience, faut t’embaucher
Faire du blé jusqu’à l’AVC
De la drogue dure dans les WC
Change pas d’avis, fallait pas nous laisser
On rentre dans ta ville, toutes les gos sont pressées
Fait crier le son avec les vitres baissées

[Refrain] (x5)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

Young Dolph – So Fuk’em (Bulletproof Album)

[Verse 1]
Me and my lil’ bitch just fucked another bitch (what? Huh)
Me and my niggas just hit another lick (another lick)
I’m with the same gang that I started with (gang, gang)
It’s ’til death do us part, you little bitch (la familia)
I send all my side bitches to go buy all my choppas (woah)
Put my trap house in they name, they do it with no problem (woah)
Got a fine OG bitch, she still like to wear Prada (Prada)
38 years old and she look just like a model (she bad)
She kept it so real that I put her in a Drizzop (drop)
Yeah, that boy went corporate but he straight up off the Blizzock (block)
Meet me at the top, the realist advice I can give you is to never stop (ey, never)
They ask me for the key because I got this shit on lock (yeah)
Me and 40 bad bitches smokin’ on a yacht (it’s Dolph)
I’m programmed to get money everyday like a robot (it’s Dolph)
I know you think I’m fuckin’ with these bitches but I’m not (not)
Nah lil’ mama, I’m not

[Chorus]
Ever since a minor I been all about my business (straight up)
I might lie to you sometimes ’cause I care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
Nah, I don’t love her (nah)
Yeah, I prolly fucked her (yeah)
Nah, I don’t like her (nah)
Baby, I just one night her (ayy)
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
None of these niggas, I don’t trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, fuck ’em

[Verse 2]
If he ain’t hustler, fuck ’em (fuck ’em)
None of these niggas I don’t trust ’em (fuck ’em)
Done worked too hard out here
For you to run off here and fuck ’em (fuck ’em)
Fucking with this bad bitch one night and got in trouble (damn)
Flyin’ down the E-way on that codeine seein’ double (yeah)
I lie because I didn’t know her name bae, I just fucked her (sorry)
Fucked her one time in the the car, bae, that bitch don’t mean nothin’ (sorry)
Might pop up in yo hood and flood yo trap to flex my muscles (trap)
Drinkin’ promethazine and eatin’ crab, legs and oysters
That’s yo friend but he don’t wanna grow so leave him ‘lone (fuck ’em)
The only thing that he can do from there is bring you down (fuck ’em)
She your friend but that bitch mad you got a real nigga (fuck ’em)
All this shit that we been through and I’m still out here witcha, it’s Dolph

[Chorus]
Ever since a minor I been all about my business (straight up)
I might lie to you sometimes ’cause I care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
Nah, I don’t love her (nah)
Yeah, I prolly fucked her (yeah)
Nah, I don’t like her (nah)
Baby, I just one night her (ayy)
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
None of these niggas, I don’t trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, fuck ’em

MoneyBagg Yo – Yesterday (feat. Lil Durk)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang…….Lets Get It!

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I was starving in them MillCreek Apartments, shit got me heartless
Rent time, laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems
Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, baby momma Trying to argue
Telling me how she hoping I don’t get farther, she can’t except that I’m popping
I came up they say i’m a target
Talking bout how they gone rob me
I keep them blue tips in my cartridge
A nigga try me then I’m popping
Yesterday hopped out a foreign and I couldn’t believe it
Took my backend and cashed out on a couple piece
Niggas be talking that shit need to tell them please (shhhh)
I might just shoot em and fly to another region
I got some niggas that’s locked away, I got niggas in a better place
I bust down a Rollie from 50k
I really did that shit yesterday
I been in these streets running with them gangstas, I ain’t just start this shit yesterday
OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Ain’t get the [?] before last and It’s not cause of the cash
Hundred pounds of the gas, we took it the day before last
My homie got 39 years because he ain’t put on a mask
Because you snitch in the past, [?] get on yo ass
My baby momma told me Im a dead beat
Ops seen said he ain’t sparing me
Credit Card fraud money handy
Ain’t nobody here like Cary
20 years about going Cary
Bitch nigga I ain’t never scary
Im in the trendings I ain’t never scary
I counted 400g’s and the Glock was on me that was yesterday
And I’m addicted to lean and i be all in the streets that was yesterday
So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don’t hesistate
Pop me a perc and you meditate shawty [?] heaven gate

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)
I ain’t stun that shit

Azizi Gibson – High

[Verse 1]
It might be easy on the other side
Not here
Maybe you’ll understand some other time
Get real
You saw the streams when we expected life
Awful
Then ran away to a place we’ll never find
Oh you thought I would forget
Oh you thought I would forget
All of them lies that you spread to my friends
Now they all caught up
You said you was fine but you judging again
What should we call that?
Hands on the vibe but you turn on your kin
I see an error in your format
There is no way we can trust you again
Really after all that
All of them lies you told to my friends
We won’t forgive you for it
Cuz we was patient while you motherfuckers still ignored us
And we was tryna fight the system, you was begging for it
Everybody got together, we was ready for it
The government is going down in all kind of sorts
I’m here to tell you how it’s going down
We don’t want no violence just hear us out

[Interlude]

[Verse 2 x2]
Got me like "Good God!"
I can’t go, I let go
I’m a G, I’m a soldier
Got my trucks on the ground, I’m an OG
Funny, everybody used to judge me by the old me
Lord help me
Ha! I can’t see
But I know I’m about to be on TV
Cuz they understand that’s who were going be
Stop believing in your time
Stop depending on speed [?]
Lord help me!

NBA Youngboy – How i’m living Lyrics

[Intro]

This for that young nigga that’s posted on the block
This for that lil nigga that’s trynna make it to the top
(To the top, yeah)

[Verse 1]
And ima start this first verse off by saying R.I.P. Dave
Ima keep my dirty ways till they let D-dawg out the cage
Nawf side 38 triple ward where i play
Yall niggas running ’round I’m just trynna run the game
And i was always reckless nigga I was never tamed
Ima ride for my brother I know he would do the same
Load up with them cuttas ima make em feel my pain
Ima make these pussy bitches bleed for what yall did to Dave
And we done bought so many guns, bitch we strapped up like the NAVY
I got this bitch up on me for whoever try to play me
These niggas too petty bitch you need an education
They trynna rule B.R. bitch I’m trynna rule the nation
Stick you out yo shit, I’m the real 38 baby
I’m cruising to the top while you other niggas racing
You back i’m concentrated
I’m back and forward pacing, I’m steady meditating
I’m like fuck a nigga hating
They like ‘Youngboy, man you the sickest you the dumbest right now
They like ‘Youyngboy you bout to blow up you know you bout to get signed
Whole lotta OG’s on my place helped me stay on my grind
Buku hoes be on my top but I ain’t waisting my time

I’m the street’s hottest youngin I’m on fire
Straight to the top yeah you right but I won’t stop
Fuck whoever not in a minute know I won’t fold
I say I’m hot, I got the ticket niggas better realize it

Sean Leon – Salt Lake City (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Verse 1]
In Salt Lake City and we up right now
It’s just us right now
I ain’t give a fuck all my life, why would I give a fuck right now, yeah
I put all my feelings, my fears, my ideas in a blunt right now, yeah
Fuck her then leave her, then text her I need her, I’m stuck right now, yeah
OG so funky, got groove in the trunk right now
OG so funky, the car like a skunk right now
Bad bitch I might love forever, but I do not need the bitch
If this thing don’t last us forever, if this just an evening thing
Yeah, it was still real, still real

[Hook]
In Salt Lake City and we up right now, a-ha-ha
Salt Lake City and we up right now

[Verse 2]
Yeah, wake up feeling different, hmm
She done caught a bunch of feelings, but I don’t see that shit
They been telling you lies, but that shit so light, I don’t read that shit
No, no
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Um, yeah
They salty as fuck out here
You luck if you buck or you duck out here
I keep it above but will never change
But sometimes I feel like I’m stuck out here
Come up on your watch when you come outside
She call out my name when I come inside
I come from where ain’t nothing made a name
I made me a lane then I made me king
You know, man, I pray for the day I forgive niggas
I want them dead, man, I ain’t forget
They ain’t take a shot that I ain’t contest
They might take a shot but that shit direct
I know how it feel, man, you feel like you feel, man
I felt how you feel
Felt like a breakup sometimes, when you wake up, it’s hard to just get up sometimes
I mourn every morning
Look at my daughter
And sit with my daughter
Hailey Nirvana
Write all my wrongs and my rights when I write
I write so my karma don’t harm ya, yeah
Daddy got dough on the way, girl, I’m going away
Can’t help but hate how you pay for the sins of your father
Tattoo your name in my vein so you know it’s official
Pull out your sock from my pocket whenever I miss you
Daddy got dough on the way, girl, I’m going away
Yeah…

2 Chainz – Good Drank 2.0 (feat. Gucci Mane, Quavo & The Trap Choir)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget that kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my partner Doe
All we ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Tryna make me a mil, so I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in a Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
You know I look in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
2 Chainz!

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out you’re poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’, I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Favorite rapper, that’s 3K
Yeah sir that’s my DJ
Mike Dean on the piano
Put the work on the E-way
Guwop right next to me
So you know Bouldercrest with me
Man it’s hard for you to mess with me
So you’re looking at the best really
Diamonds dancing like Bentley
Might leave in a Bentley
Kinda hard to get with me
Can’t believe it like Ripley
Pretty girls like trap music
Man I used to want a condo
Started off in the basement
Ended up on the top floor
Yeah, you listening to the top flow
Now you looking at the top tier
From grams to the Grammys
Told y’all it was our year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Man you looking at the evidence
Yeah God, that’s my president
Hell nah, I don’t hesitate
I ain’t met a girl can curve me
Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real

Roc Marciano – Already (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Verse 1]
Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
Maserati’s not leased
Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
Silk lay on me, pray for me
8 million stories in the naked city
The humidity it made the titties oil
Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard

[Chorus]
Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
See my team (already), I been a G (already)
Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
Yeah nigga (already, already)
How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

[Verse 2]
Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
My jeans fit me like Springsteen
Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
With the drum my queen Sheila E
The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
We the team to beat
The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
No respectable establishment carries this
Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
Now I know just how Satchmo felt

Warm Brew – I Swear (feat. Buddy)

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 1: Ray Wright]
Like what the fuck I got to lie for?
House parties, bad shorties, dodgin’ 5-0
Three young brothers bout to get richer than Lionel
Give a fuck if I was late I’m right on time and doin’ fine hoe
Now watch me make this Blackwood disappear
OG aroma make a lil bitch drop her rear
It seem my game keep elevating every year
Known to make the spot jump as if it wasn’t clear

[Verse 2: Serk]
It ain’t never gon’ stop like a candy 64 realest on the block
Round the clock we gon’ always be dope
Hock a loogey of some true player game
Woman flockin’ way they move say thangs
Hipaholic let it loose baby
I’m a product of my zoo LA
From nigga June to May

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 3: Manu Li]
Now looky here looky here I got lunch money
Sittin’ clean we ain’t fuckin’ wit them dust bunnies
Pennies in my hush puppies nigga what’s bummy
I campaign with the damn thang
I came here for the beer stayed her for the champagne
And some whiskey that’s for J strange and the dead homies
Its gettin’ hotter every year
I say every year niggas droppin’ like flies I’m just happy that I’m here
There’s a reason why I’m here i make yo life sound tight
You can fake it till you make it but its not my hype
Cause laid back and I kick facts
Havin’ fun makin’ money off of all these tracks foooo!

[Buddy]
More poppin’, more shoppin’, more coppin’
Show rockin’, crowd surfin’, don’t drop me
4 X

[Ray Wright]
Cause we ain’t come all this way to turn around
The game it need us more than ever right now
My people travel miles n miles to hear the sound
N see the way that Westside Warm brew Lay it down….

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year