Lil Uzi Vert – R.I.P. Chico Lyrics

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[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man‚ I miss lil Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me‚ he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on duo (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular‚ I tapped out from the deep throat

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, what you saying? Uh, tell me what you saying, uh
Serving sand, uh, in front of the cam’, uh
Counting bands, huh, on top of the land
You’s a fan, yeah, we [?] put you down, yeah
Took a stand, yeah, that boy, he’s a cancer (Bitch)
20 bands, yeah, 20 get you canceled (Bye-bye)
Swerve that Range, yeah, this is not a Land Rover (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Chico)
Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy), ooh (Oh)
Uh, understand (Understand)
Ooh, you don’t understand, understand (Understand)
What I had to do as a man (As a man)
Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land)
And still able to go to the land (To the land)
I’m still stunned that he really took the stand
But that’s okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch)
Ooh, I got all the sauce, don’t need no ranch (Don’t need no ranch)
MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That’s the MAC, yeah)
Yeah, and my necklace shining like a lamp (Lamp)
These niggas don’t want it with my team (No, they don’t)
Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600, yeah)
Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P (1600, yeah)
Shawty walked past, act like he ain’t on me (Ooh)
‘Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt)
Got them hollow tips so you can’t scream for help (No, you can’t)
Now you laying all on the floor
You did that for 304
That we don’t even own
She fuck with a nigga from way back
That gave her her own
Thousand dollar cologne
Ring, ring, which phone?
I’m so high, I don’t know
I’ma show you broke niggas what getting money about (‘Bout)
My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House)
Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?)
Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they faneto
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo)
This was way before I was toting my pole
But he did the stain, he ain’t need me though (Ayy)
2010, ran two, three poles
Me and lil’ [?], them know what we on (What?)
And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Ayy)
Run up a 50 on two or three shows
And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, what?)
So we got all the hoes
Told my jeweler, “Man, I don’t wanna see no gold” (Pointers)
I want all of those (Ayy)
And we can’t wait for a new opponent
Free smoke, we want all of those
50 round drum stay up on us
Draco, flippin’ them car right over
I go nuts for my fallen soldiers
First like the Rover, I’m not [?] (Ayy)
Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?)
Just talked to [?] about [?] the other day
He said, “Wish I was home”
Can’t let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I’m alone (When I’m alone, R.I.P. the nigga)
Smoke dope when I’m alone
Pray the Lord’ll let me go blazin’ when he call me home
I ain’t seen them Ms, let me go brazy ‘fore you call me home
I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat

Sal Houdini – Parlé Lyrics

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(Verse 1)
Maybe I’m insane, or I’m stupid in love
Maybe it’s the way that you never give up
I’ll love you the same‚ I ain’t switchin’ it up
Love is on fire the way you lit it up
Oh‚ oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly‚ hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé‚ blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly‚ hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah

(Verse 2)
Fuck with me from Friday to Friday, yeah
Beauty somethin’ like Aphrodite, yeah
Your man doesn’t have to find out anything
Vacay to an island like Hawaii, yeah
Show stopper
You won’t find yourself another better partner
Since you playin’ with my feelin’s, do it harder
I imagine fuckin’ me for you’s an honor

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah

(Verse 2)
Oh yeah, welcome to the party
We got bitches, we got liquor, we got coke, and molly
Got a bad bitch from Pakistan, and one Somali
Got a chick who’s from L.A., turns out she’s Afghani
Got the whole lot shakin’, that’s my new Ferrari
Your girl told me take her out, I got her calamari
Squad just tryin’ to turn up, got ’em all Bacardi
I need money, I need foreigns, I need way more sorries, yeah
Maybe I’m insane, or I’m stupid in love
Maybe it’s the way that you never give up
I’ll love you the same I ain’t switchin’ it up
Love is on fire the way you lit it up
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah

Ralo – The Dopeman (feat. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Ralo & Future]
My hood they treat me like I’m El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I’m Ralo
Famgoon
They know I ain’t no motherfuckin’ rapper nigga
Famerican Gangster

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Verse 1: Ralo]
They know I’m the dopeman nigga
They never catch me arguing with these broke ass niggas
You gotta be about some money just to talk to me
I had to grind for everything, this shit wasn’t bought to me
I’m sorry mama, I ain’t become the shit you thought I’d be
If you my dawg then why the fuck you keep on dogging me
These niggas talk behind your back, these niggas fake, yeah
To see you smiling, well I’ll do whatever it take girl
They broke my heart but they won’t never see me broke no more
You can give ‘em all you got, they still gon’ ask for more
I never told my niggas no, I never told my bitches yeah
I thank the lord for them bricks, that shit made me a millionaire
I’m Mr. Dog Food nigga

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Verse 2: Ralo]
It’s opps shit, pop shit, cop shit
Can’t never start shit
We the opps, free the opps
Leave the block so we can see the top
Seen the top, seen the bottom
Red bottom, my whole team got ‘em
How the fuck he shot your man and nigga you ain’t shot him
This that Pakistan shit
Famgoon shit
A nigga play with this he gon’ get his ass kicked
We gon’ pull up with the stick, let it hit
I promise we ain’t gon’ leave until everybody get hit
I make these niggas feel some type of way
You having pressure, we gon’ bust them pipes and fight today
We don’t care ‘bout what you say, we don’t care ‘bout who you is
They told me that heroin kills
I said that heroin pays the bills

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Outro: DJ Khaled, Ralo, & Future]
Ayo check this out, this some real shit
Ralo coming man
Ralo on fire
They talkin’ about him city to city, hood to hood
Famerica, you know what it is
I want y’all to be clear and be focused
Don’t play yourself
This shit powerful
It’s all about the Famerican Gangster mixtape
Ralo
Famgoon!
Young Ralo, young Ralo, young Ralo