YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bout My Business Lyrics

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[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hello?
Pawpaw
Huh?
Whatchu doin’?
I’m just tryna watch TV, TV watchin’ me
Haha, whole lotta nothin’
I miss you
I miss you too, man
Aren’t you supposed to be comin’ to, um, Southern, for a concert now?
Yeah, I’ll see you there
I’ma be there, when is it? On the twenty-eighth or twenty-sixth?
It’s one of them days, I’ma make sure you know
I love you, though, I was tryna make sure I talk to you
Okay, I’m glad you called, man, glad you called
I love you, Pawpaw
I love you too
Slime
Alright, man
(Ooh, ah)
(Ooh, ah)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin’ on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son’s gon’ be aight, we all gon’ be aight
‘Cause I came ’bout my business

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Let go my past, I’m movin’ on, everything new, ain’t nothin’ old
Put in just way too many costs, and I just bought myself a home
I still can’t think why anybody would just leave me
Pistol sparkin’, tryna drill these pussies out where I see
How the fuck you want me, but you hide me?
I’ma head home ’cause now you way up out of my league
Would get you tatted so just like her, you’ll stand on side me
Dreams through the storm, I hope a smile always what kind see
Fail to see your greatness once they blind me
And that nigga must ain’t poppin’ it off, you talkin’ that shit on Twitter
I’ma stay my dog ass in my ways, steady screamin’, “Fuck a nigga”
My mama cars ain’t never had AC ever since I was little
Thank God every card I got in my pocket hold at least one million

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin’ on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son’s gon’ be aight, we all gon’ be aight
‘Cause I came ’bout my business

[Verse 2: Sherhonda Gaulden]
You see, I’m always with Kentrell, but I rep behind the scenes
I love my baby boy, he the wind beneath my wings
CT Lee and lil’ Kendell, man, he give them anything
See, your star up in the sky, but see, our star, she on our team
I’m sleepin’ through the day because I’m livin’ out my dream
And my mama on his side, she the angel on the scene
He goin’ to the top because he win by any means
He married to this shit, he bought hisself a wedding ring

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin’ on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son’s gon’ be aight, we all gon’ be aight
‘Cause I came ’bout my business

Machine Gun Kelly – Signs lyrics

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly, 24hrs & Hit-Boy]
Twentyfour
Hold up
Hit-Boy

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top (whew)
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hold up
I don’t need, I don’t need love
I just need three in the tub (three)
Give me good weed and some rub, yeah
Scrape up em’ knees on the rug, yeah
Ain’t gone show you no love, no
You say my name you a dub, no
Picked her up from the islands
She say “Twenty you wildin’”
Ayy, stayed up, can’t sleep
Couple chickenheads it’s a eight piece
Girls in the cars all topless
Rock God I was born in a moshpit, ungh

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Piped up and I can’t stop it
Bang twenty bitches and pop it
Record label thinks I’m crazy
Showed up with the thing, no safety
You can’t take me out the hood, don’t fake me
Hundred twenty air fee have AC
Hundred square feet to a hundred K fee
If you ain’t noticed I don’t give much of a fuck lately (ay!)
Don’t you ever try my life
VVS diamonds, my eyes
Brand new Range Rov’ black
She can’t never come back

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy

6ix9ine – FEFE lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj, & Baka]
It’s f*ckin’ TR3YWAY!
It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker
Hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it’s free free
I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”
I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”
All I know is that I just can’t wife that
Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Draco got that kick-back
When I blow that, they all do track
They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter
With a Ruger, we gon’ do ya
Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really f*ckin’ do it

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I’m from New York, so I’m cocky
Say he f*ckin’ with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi’
Keep this n*gger in Versace
Said I’m pretty like Tinashe
P-Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days
I get chips, I ask for Lay’s
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?!)

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can’t get yo sh*t back
In fact this that bitch
That “I hate small talk, I don’t f*ck with chit-chat”
AC just stopped workin’, so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back
Come through rockin’ fashions
That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”

[Refrain: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 5: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this sh*t, now I won’t see that bitch again

[Bridge: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don’t care
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!

Tyler, The Creator – Foreword lyrics

(feat. Rex Orange County)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
How many cars can I buy ’til I run out of drive?
How much drive can I have ’til I run out of road?
How much road can they pave ’til I run out of land?
How much land can there be until I run in the ocean?
You niggas go with the motions and all the plans
Sea I was never into the beaches and all the sands
See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows and posies
Falling outta my pocket, but ya’ll want to know if I swam to cool down
How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?
How many fans can I have until they turn on the AC?
If the AC blows, well then I’m TNT, I’m gone

[Bridge: Rex Orange County]
I’m gone and I’m finished
And I ain’t seen my friends in a minute
Guessing nothing lasts forever
Yeah, nothing lasts forever
Nothing sticks together
Sick of sitting in doubt
Please let me figure this out

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Shout out to the girls that I lead on
For occasional head and always keeping my bed warm
And trying their hardest to keep my head on straight
And keeping me up enough ’til I had thought I was airborne
How many raps can I write ’til I get me a chain?
How many chains can I wear ’til I’m considered a slave?
How many slaves can it be ’til Nat Turner arise?
How many riots can it be ’til them Black lives matter?
Niggas click clack splatter, pew, pew that nigga
Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga
‘Cause if that cop got trigger, he better pull
‘Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool
‘Cause I know what I’m driving is usually paid in full
And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one
Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms
Them rooms got some windows and my windows got some views
Them views get some stares and my backyard does too
And if you walk to the bottom you’ll prolly see a pool
You better not drown, keep them ten toes up
‘Cause if those ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up
And that’s what I swim in

[Outro: Rex Orange County]
And if I drown and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Maybe then I’ll know)
And if I crash and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Maybe then I’ll know)
And if I fall and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Maybe then I’ll know)
I’m wondering if I don’t come back
Maybe then I’ll know

N.E.R.D – Everyone Nose (All The Girls Standing In The Line For The Bathroom) lyrics

[Hook]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Yeah
You know, it’s been a minute since um
We expressed ourselves
It takes a lot of courage to say this, but
I see sounds

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
You and your girls are going out tonight
Y’all been planning this all week right
You got something boys can’t deny (Here’s a hint)
It’s like apple pie
Cut you open and you’re just white
You ain’t tired; you wanna cause a riot
Who can say no to you?
Wait ’til they get a load of you

[Pre-Hook]
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
Because

[Hook]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!

[Verse 2]
Superstar ask you what you have
Bartender get the drank we just laugh
“He talking ’bout a autograph”
You just wanna dance in your reckless path
Close your eyes, see colorful things, you wanna
Let go, feel wonderful things
Just a bit more just to get in the lane
So we can enter the brain and you can flip with the pain

[Pre-Hook]
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
A hundred dollar bills (Look at you, at you)
Because

[Hook]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!

[Bridge]
Baby, you partied all night in sixth gear
Just so you know the AC is blowin’ over here
Don’t worry, I won’t blow your high
Talkin’ bout your life
And how it is all wrong
Just know if you go outside and see the sunrise as all the stars are gone
Tell your friends they can go, you’re okay
You’re just chilling with me
Here’s a towel, wipe your face. cool down
Have a drink, it’s on me

Here’s a towel (Here’s a towel)
Wipe your face (Wipe your face)!
Cool it down (Cool it down)
Have a drink, it’s on me
Here’s a towel (Here’s a towel)
Wipe your face (Wipe your face)
Cool it down (Cool it down)
But you would rather party, cause

[Hook]
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!
All the girls standing in the (All the girls standing in the)
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom!

N.E.R.D – Secret Life Of Tigers lyrics

[Intro]
Squad

[Verse 1: Shay Haley]
Ya, you’re saying welcome to the jungle (come on)
Got all this freedom in your room
Your mom’s against the immigration
Your dad’s against your right to choose

[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Screaming with saliva
Secret Life Of Tigers
Bite your neck off bitch
You fucking with survivors
I understand it strangely
Welcome to what changed me
Credit card pay attention
Watch the mob get angry

[Chorus]
Are you mad right now? (hey)
Bite down, bite down
Are you tired right now? (hey, hey)
Pipe down, pipe down

Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
You know what day it is, right?
That alien life
They say it ain’t right

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
I’m kinda afraid of here and after
Do you mind if it’s me and you?
‘Cause this room got more space than NASA
You serious, is that really your truth

This the madness
This the madness
This the madness
That they (Yea)

This the madness
This the madness
This the madness
That they (Yea)

This the madness
This the madness
This the madness
That they (Yea)

This the madness
This the madness
This the madness
That they (Yea)

[Chorus]
Are you mad right now?
Bite down, bite down
Are you tired right now? (where ya at? What ya doing?)
Pipe down, pipe down
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night

[Verse 3: Shay Haley]
You climbing up that skyladder
Ya, You feel like AC when it’s June (Hey, hey, hey)
Your parents discriminate with the bathrooms (The fuck?)
Do they know these girls are in your room?

[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Screaming with saliva
Secret Life Of Tigers
Bite your neck off bitch
You fucking with survivors
I understand it strangely
Welcome to what changed me
Credit card pay attention
Watch the mob get angry

[Chorus]
Are you mad right now?
Bite down, bite down
Are you tired right now? (hey, hey)
Pipe down, pipe down

Squad

This the madness
This the madness
This the madness
That they (Yea)

This the madness
This the madness
This the madness
That they (Yea)

This the madness
This the madness
This the madness
That they (Yea)

This the madness
This the madness
This the madness
That they (Yea)

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
I’m kinda afraid of here and after
Do you mind if it’s me and you?
‘Cause this room got more space than NASA
You serious, is that really your truth

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Sensation, I’ve got it backwards
Society got you feelin’ ass hurt (Hey, hey)
Get in, get out and get away (Skrt)
So, kids come home looking knackered (Hey, hey)

[Chorus]
Are you mad right now? (C’mon)
Bite down, bite down
Are you tired right now? (What you doin’ where you at?)
Pipe down, pipe down

Say, say, say
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Serotonin Overload
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night
Say you up all night
Woo
You up all night

Bhad Bhabie – Who Run It Freestyle lyrics

Realest bitch alive and I’m only in my teens
Bring the smoke my way and I’ma make your forehead face a beam
Eat the pavement if you hatin’, need my paper, I’m impatient
Fans is waitin’, finna hit the road, got sold out shows with Asian
[?] I’m blazin’, mami, get out of the city, you racin’
I’m bringin’ bars, bars, bars, all my competition caged in
I’m gettin’ 50 and up in a day
You still gon’ piss in a cup [?]
Pissy pussy hoes all in my face
Think they might make me get back to my ways, wait
I need a breather, kill a ho just like she havin’ a seizure, ayy
Need a vacation, when I’m off tour I might go to Ibiza, ayy
Gucci my sneakers, been in the game and you hoes on the bleachers, ayy
Woah, a milli’, I reach it, breakin’ the bank, I make more than my teachers, ayy
When I look around, don’t see nobody in my lane
See these rappers need the clout, that’s why they always say my name
I’m only gettin’ better, bitter bitch it ain’t gon’ change
Why you tryna hang around me, bitch, get off ’cause you ain’t gang
You ain’t gang, treat you like a stain
All my biz is straight, I’d still be good without the fame
I got so many cousins, aunts, uncles that I never knew
On me for my revenue, I’m big now like I’m 7’2″
New whip and my leather smooth, try me, I’ma play it cool
Windows down, AC blowin’, 20 below, I’m extra cool
You lookin’ fed up ’cause of my bread up, I keep my head to the sky
Run up, [?] and I’m back to [?] where I’m droppin’ the fire
Who want it? Tell me, bitches, who blunted?
You ain’t know my crew run it? All we see is blue hundreds
On my dash, 200, these bitches sad and can’t run it
Ho I’m a star, you wanna walkthrough you better tell me who fundin’

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE. lyrics

[Video Intro]
Wicked or weakness?
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Album Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It’s been that day for me
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

J.I.D – EdEddnEddy

[Skit]
Nah bruh (huh?)
What you talking bout, homes?
Aye, aye, nigga, Snapchat niggas twisted up real tight
I’m with my motherfucking brothers, nigga (hahahahah)
They was representing for Trump real tight
But we in this motherfucker real tight
Nigga, ain’t left, everything right
Nigga, I’m tight!
Nigga, fuck you talking about?
Ball forever, nigga!

[Intro]
Bounce, bounce
Me and my two, okay
Me and my two, alright, me and my two, okay

[Verse]
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
I’m Zack, you AC, that Jessie and Kelly
I pull up to your hood, just let me know when you ready
I’m rolling up this dub, finna face it, beheaded, mm-mm
Hold on, chill out, please give me a second
I’m drowsy off a Xan, nigga legs is spaghetti
Cut all of the bullshit, nigga chop the confetti
You ready? I’m ready, you ready? I’m ready, uh, alright
Never sell weed cause I’m smoke it too much
I fuck up the pack, I don’t fuck with the sack
And I mean the bread come quick, he told me bring him 300
I brought him excuses and like 200 or something
I mean most of y’all niggas love drugs like me
Love me like drugs, bitch I might be
Yo’ love light bulb, turn on lights please
Turn off your cool, I mean, I might freeze
I mean hold on, relax, please give me a chance
I was moving too fast, I ain’t hear what you said
We was celebrating life, tryna get to the fetty
But me and my two niggas, we like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, damn

[Outro]
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Nigga, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, damn

Tyga – Mercedes Baby (feat. 24Hrs)

[Intro: 24hrs]
Ayy, Twenty, I heard you with Tyga
24hrs
Yeah

[Chorus: 24hrs]
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Ooh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Oh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ay, all that fraud shit, baby it ain’t me
They be hatin’ when your diamonds HD
Ay, I went to Gucci yesterday, ay
I like to mix it with the Saint Lauren
She be on the same thing, that’s my baby
Wearin’ army, better yet, a Navy
These noodles cooking two minutes, she gon’ do it in two minutes
I’ma start, she gon’ finish it
And she a…

[Chorus: 24hrs]
Big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Ooh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Oh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ay, all that fraud shit, baby, it ain’t me
Can’t no other nigga say he made me
Ay, I went to Gucci yesterday, ay
I like to mix it with the Saint Lauren
She be on the same thing, ’cause you my baby
I’ma ice you up, baby, thank me
You a hot girl, I’ma make you freeze
‘Cause you my baby

[Chorus: 24hrs]
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Ooh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Yeah, I’m waitin’ outside in my Mercedes
If I let her drive, she gon’ drive me crazy
Yeah, I spoil you, do you like a baby
You a big fine woman, you my baby
Come and let me hold you like a baby
Oh, baby, cool like the AC
Never tell my baby things I ain’t mean

[Outro: 24hrs]
You my baby
Big fine woman, you my baby
You my baby
You my baby
Big fine woman, you my baby

Kendrick Lamar – Humble (Skrillex Remix)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

TLC – No Introduction (Tlc Deluxe Album)

[Intro]
T, L, TLC!
T, L, TLC!
T, L, TLC!
T, L, TLC!
We back!

We’ve been around the world a few times on a mission
Unfamiliar sound that you been hearing know you miss me
I’ve been running around the globe with you
No don’t forget to mention
Left Eye’s still here irreplaceable position
We’re forever CrazySexyCool keep that AC on blast
We gon’ do it in the future like we did it in the past
They know me out in Tijuana
Millions feel the full effect
Comin’ from your speakers

We don’t need no scrubs chasing waterfalls
Just have that red light when the money calls
We don’t need no scrubs chasing waterfalls
Just have that red light when the money calls

[Chorus]
No we don’t need no introduction
No we don’t need no instructions
Yeah we’ve already paved the way
And we don’t got no time to play

[Bridge]
We back!
Call my lawyer
We back!
Call my girls up!
We back!
I thought I told ya
We back!
Cuz it ain’t over
We back!

No we don’t need no introduction
No we don’t need no introduction
No we don’t need no introduction
No we don’t need no introduction

We keep the hits comin’
We keep the party jumpin’
We’re nowhere near done yet
We play in every country
We keep it 100 100
We know you want it want it
Coming from your speakers

[Chorus]
No we don’t need no introduction
No we don’t need no instructions
Yeah we’ve already paved the way
And we don’t got no time to play

[Bridge]
We back!
Call my lawyer
We back!
Call my girls up!
We back!
I thought I told ya
We back!
Cuz it ain’t over
We back!

[Outro]
T, L, TLC!
T, L, TLC!
T, L, TLC!
T, L, TLC!

We back!

Casanova – Decline (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 1]
I got a Rollie and a AP
I’m all the way up, Bleek hittin’ Jay-Z
I’m paid in full, like Azie
You know I’m cooler than the AC
My shorty went left, but I’m still right
When I get the deal Imma still swipe
I could tell you what the money feel like
I could tell you what the money feel like
I had a rental and a few runners
The four pieces did a few numbers
Been gettin’ money for a few summers
I got them old and them new hundreds

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 2]
Did a couple shows made 80 pack
Spent it all then I made it back
I stopped scalin’ got a plate of that
I know they mad I know they hated that
Did the whole dub but no jail could hold me
Realize I’m the one but they never told me
So pay me now you could never owe me
I got the white got the yellow Rollie
Cut the money, love me
Cut the money, love me
I gotta laugh ’cause your money funny
She don’t know how to act when the money ’round her
So much money broke the money counter

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this…
Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Jam Baxter – Soi 36 (Mansion 38 Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
Adjust the AC
Little man
Scurry on

[Verse 1]
Compelled to win
Caged birds seldom sing
That’s why I pick locks in my spare time
All my vultures exiled in sin
I couldn’t help but grin
When you crowned yourself a king
The singular tenant in the hornets nest that never felt a sting
The whole crew stank of stardom
Converse in the crew new deep fangle jargon
All that was left in the wake
Were the ethanol fumes and a strangled barman
Churn out wheels like a battery farmer
My life’s a perpetual act of arson
The very same serpents that bit my tongue
Now fill a deep grave in an abandoned garden
Small time villain to the core
Brain like a prisoner of war
Yeah, another bloodstained year
Another string of woman to ignore
It took me a while to absorb your blindness
Hatchback looking like a four door virus
Screetchin the tires as the customers twitch like
Jellyfish squished on a four chord spineless

[Chorus]
You can’t predict your future like that
Shoot that crimson moon and lie back
I was in the bits consuming my stash
Dealing with this bitch that puked in my lap
You are not part of a single movement I back
I ordered a brain and supersize that

[Verse 2]
Hit DMT on abandoned beaches
Got the skies all smashed to pieces
And when we all rereach the surface
We can sit and gass about who swam the deepest
I was in the wormholes catchin’ reaches
Must’ve mistook your fam for leeches
Dr Benway digs in your chest like
"Fam I’ve lost count of this man’s diseases"
My breath reeks of a thousand things
Emerged from a thick green cloud of gin
Stashed pockets like walk-in closets
I never let a bouncer win
We had to explore your core
So we dug that scalpel in
Yeah, instant rebirth
Just add water to pile the skin
This Jam just got strange
I been yammin’ on champing on yons bay
I saw your wet blood singing like a brand new ferrari crashed in your veins
A fit miss shrouded the wreckage
Skyline lookin’ like a lit red lettuce
You can feel your face but make yourself scarce when the kid gets peckish

[Chorus]
Spew your gash and watch ’em turn blue
You’re quite sure the world deserves you
She was a smudge across my bird view
I’m just tryin’ to fuck the rest of her crew
The slurs that you heard about me weren’t true
Stretch these skies apart and burst through

Future – Might As Well (Future Album)

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 1]
They got our streets, tried to tell ya (bitch)
It’s already been done (I got it)
Ammunition overflowin’ (I got it)
Tears fillin’ up a pond (woo)
AC blowin’ like it’s snowin’ (let’s get it)
I know I’m bliss, I speak in tongues (you bet it)
My words touch a nigga soul
They get you through it, overcome
I ride the boats in the ocean
I whipped the car, it was stolen
I got the stars on the ceiling
I got my charge acquitted
I was the one got evicted, yeah
Living with the pink slip
Now I’m ridin’ with the pink slip
I done swam with the sharks
Nigga came from the deep end
You will never know what I was in
Times are getting rough, we still get in
I was selling crack when Snoop dropped “Juice and Gin” (yah yah)
Run a one room shack with a million in the den (fact)

[Hook]
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 2]
Workaholic
A few supermodels color
Ain’t gonna expose ya
Can’t say I ain’t think about it (fact)
(Can’t say I ain’t think about it)
Pink diamonds, no blinking
Niggas got no dripping
Started off on a mission
I got real niggas still crippin’
Child support gettin’ heavy
It’s hard not to get offended
Oh, you maxin’ out your credit card?
Like it wasn’t hard for me
I just bought a new Bugatti for you

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Bridge]
Lived in it all
Gotta take a trip and go ball (I gotta take a trip)
Packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall
Get down, buy the mall
Ain’t packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)

Have my baby – CHief Keef lyrics

Lyrics Chief Keef – Have my baby

Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby.

When you put on your makeup, you drive me crazy
Make me think i wanna have a baby
Where’d you come from
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyyy?

Can you have my baby, don’t look crazy
What we gon’ name it, Beamer Mercedes
Let’s make some arrangements
Let’s have a lil’ ranger or ballet dancer.

Can you hit my blunt ?

Maybe, maybe , maybe, maybe
But it’s gone kill you and I need you to have my babyyy
Baby, baby, baby.

Get me a kid you can have money blowing like an AC
AC, AC, AC versuri-lyrics.info
I know I be on that high stuff but my neck cold like a icey
Icey, icey, icey
She don’t want no kids with no other niggas.

When you put on your makeup, you drive me crazy
Make me think i wanna have a baby
Where’d you come from
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
My baby
My baby
My baby
Only thing I wanna know is can you have my babyyy?
Chief Keef lyrics
Video baby

Pink Guy – Furr (Pink Season Album)

[Intro]
Man, don’t you hate when you’re all like
“Man, I wanna kill some rats”
And then the, the bitch-ass animal company is like
“No”
So, what now?

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

[Verse]
I’ve been shooting dogs with BB guns since I was five
If you want to witness, you can come and see me live (Ooh!)
I be trapping cats in AC units all the time
Let them freeze, baby
Give the mice a head start, please, baby
PETA trynna take away the fun life
They always sending people to my condo
Like, "Who you is, and how you getting all this mammal fur?"
I tell them, go ahead, and check-a check that bank roll
I got a camel-fur coat, gator-skin duffel bag
Chinese labrador rug price tags
Sea turtle shell, money clip, hella tablerags
And handkerchief straight out of the African wild
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about the dolphins on my back
Man, I know a guy, who knows a guy, I get it like that
With a polar bear ceiling fan cooling down my back
And a kangaroo pouch to hold my diamonds and rags
I sewed a bunch of rats to a quilt
All this fur got me feeling like Cruella de Vil
I’ve been lurking on my neighbor’s dalmatians for weeks, man
If you trying to split the profit, call my pager for deets
They try to shut me down, that’s a no, no
They all trying to hit me with the low blows
But I never pay attention, I just pay in cash
If you trying to ask some questions, man, get off my fucking ass, uh

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

Famous Dex – Walking Dead (feat. Warhol.Ss)

[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous Dex]
Walking through the trenches
Money in my britches
30 in my pocket
Hollows in this rocket
Smokin’ till I’m weezin’
Ball out every season
Count more than my teachers
100k for features
6k for my finger
My pockets never empty
Lil boy, don’t come near me
Shooters, they crazy, doin’ hits out the Bentley
Sippin’ none’ but wop
Dope in my sock
Write your name on the Glock
We kick in your door, never talk to the cops

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
These niggas phony and fake
That boy gon’ talk to the jakes
Eat all my shrimp with the steak
Take all his food off his plate
These niggas don’t know the plot
Pull up and pop out his top
Blowin’ this dope out the roof
Run up with slide and finish the lot

[Verse 2: Famous Dex & Warhol.ss]
That lil’ boy don’t want war
Tell me what all is his fuss about
Them boys just snatched his chain
Caught the man lackin’ in the parking lot
40 on me it go boom
I fuck his bitch in a room
Maserati it go zoom
Born in the Chi, boy, I came from the zoo
They knew we came from the zoo
30 shot on me, I aim it at you
Smokin’ on glue
My bitch from Peru
Lackin’, end up on the news
Hit that boy with the tool
Diamonds on me feelin’ cool
Hundred bitches in the pool
Hundred bitches in the pool
They sniffin’ that coke, man they thinkin’ it’s cool
They get so high, like the moon
Pickin’ it up, I’m so rude
Twenty-five for some jewels
Bankroll my pocket, Margiela my shoes
I know this boy wanna be me
Diamonds so cold, I got AC, yeah

[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous Dex]
Walking through the trenches
Money in my britches
30 in my pocket
Hollows in this rocket
Smokin’ till I’m weezin’
Ball out every season
Count more than my teachers
100k for features
6k for my finger
My pockets never empty
Lil boy, don’t come near me
Shooters, they crazy, doin’ hits out the Bentley
Sippin’ none’ but wop
Dope in my sock
Write your name on the Glock
We kick in your door, never talk to the cops

Aidonia – IG Girls Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The likkle pretty gyal you a boast pon IG bout
Shi gimmi a nice deep throat
All when you put her in a house
Shi a find way fi try thief out
Shi waan jump pon the bike wheel out
Pon a high speed boat

Mi seh pretty gyal do you have anybody?
Shi seh the likkle man him a just the
Shi tell mi seh it alright
Shi seh if mi feel fi come off her
Shi show mi seh shi badder than a porn star
But mi si ou pon the IG you a post her

(Chorus)
You seh a your girl
You seh a your girl
Your girl
You seha your girl

(Verse 2)
Gyal weh you gi the close door
Man a score goal wid the back a close goal
Reach a the block you know wi stop a 4×4
Buy two dragon that pop a bore, bore
High way, drive way, the toll road
Mad coco white Benz inna sport mode
Rub down her tights AC a flow cold
Fly pass deh suh never stop a Portmore

Nuh over Squelchy, yeah wi reach deh
Bring you gyal and go chill pon the beach yeah
Dawg a suh easy shi give it weh
Send a picture a the pu**y snapchat fi please mi

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Shi nuh seh a you
Yuh a seh a yours
Pon you IG you a post up you girl
Woman crush everyday caption you words
Diddy meck you gyal deh pon the snapchat a twerk
You a seh a your girl
Yeah shi a yours
Tek her weh today shi ready when a fi mi turn
Shi a your WCW
You swear seh shi love you

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)

Kid Ink – Lights Out Lyrics

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Young ni**a hang out the waters
Young ni**a hang out the run
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 1)
I might black out
I got that power packed in here like pack out
Got through security without no pat down
I tip 100 and then I tilt my head down
You see me, you should know who I got in the background
If they run it up, I just took my lap round
I just took my first one, but it’s not my last one
She told me to pass one, alley oop it, and one
I know just what you want
From that dress that you want
AC got you cold
And Hennessy get you on
Some of you ni**as ain’t high for the summer
Rest of the year, you out of discussion
My money talking, I’m up for discussing
She love when I thump it, I thump it, I thump it, I thump it
I put the key in ignition
You hear that bi**h humming
I hit the corner and pull up
You ain’t seen it coming

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 2)
We blacking out
Know we in the building and it’s packing out
All them old hoes give me action now
Hit it from the back until the track is out
I know where I’m going , you ain’t gotta map it out
Sitting on top of the hills, made it out the south
Central of LA, murder was the case
I got up out the hood, without a beat from Dre
No cosign and no verse from Snoop
Eminem ain’t here, treat all my ni**as like groupies
We beat the odds and I’m living proof
You told me that my dreams were lies, I’ll forgive you soon
Ask, I start to lose my hunger and then, I just remember
All of the hamburgers that I had for dinner
Ni**a, the game that we playing is not for beginners
I see you been trying to shine but everything getting dimmer

(Outro)
Lights out