wifisfuneral – 2 Step

[Verse 1]
It’s the brown demon relax
Off 3 xanax
Had to relax
And I’m turned up with my nina
[?] and my body bleeding
Diamonds dancing on my wrist like a stripper
Bitch money’s gleamin
Compressive [?] xans on my life
That shit was no reason (ay)
Fuck up out my way
I feel posessed and in a maze
If I’m dancing with the devil
Hold me tight and then we stray
Black play running through my fucking veins
And these niggas sleepin’ on me
[?] young nigga pay
I ain’t with that bitch and listen
I fuck up the pot
Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And if this gets disrespectful Rich Life
Comin’ through the building
I’mma swing up on that pussy
Boy I’m eight round with that ridged
Money long just like Rapunzel
Watch him grip a fucking
Future Trunk up in that bitch
I’m cutting shit like it’s Freeza
Hold up, fuck nigga, test it
He ain’t makin’ it to the next sequel
Hold up, fuck nigga, test it
He ain’t makin’ it to the next sequel
Future trunks in that bitch boy
I’m cutting shit like it’s

[Hook]
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Bounce with that, bounce with that, we get pounce with that (ay, ay)
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Two step it with my (ay, ay)

[Verse 2]
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
Can’t control me now
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
Can’t control me now
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
Can’t control me now (ay)
Can’t control me now (damn, ay)
Can’t control me now
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
Can’t control me now
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
Can’t control me now
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
Can’t control me now
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)

Future – Scrape lyrics

Too real
Screamin’ for your life
Skr, skr, skr, skr ,skr

Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in the [?]
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard, came in the house is all you heard

Cookin’ up chicken like Gladas
Stayin’ up late on addicts
Pullin’ up swervin’ he a [?]
Fuck around caught me a baddie
Cranberry cups with the matic
Throw half a brick at Magic
18-5 on a Monday
I’ma renegade for the money
Like the way I scrape that butter
Betty Crocker sippin’ on muddy
Straight droppin’ gon’ get floody
Pyrex pot and the 40
If it ain’t hot it ain’t rollin’
Twenty four seven ain’t closin’
They got my name at the Precinct
Know a nigga playin’ in a sink
Came through playin’ in a mink
Don’t put the fan on it’s gon’ shrink
I put a lot bans on another wrist
Got a lotta bans on me outta drench
I got re-rock on me got fish
I got kilo cuban on my wrist
I started drinkin, then I made a hit
I got my far and my work and my syrup
I got my raps and keep goin’
You see me just splashin’ and play wit that girl you already know what goin’ go

Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in the [?]
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Splash splash is all you heard, came in the house is all you heard

I just whipped up new Celine
I just whipped up new Maserati truck
Cookin’ by the sink with the fire up
Burned down the house call the fire truck
All Bape got me scrapin’ louder
Might even take a lil longer
Took a few loses with the cane
My hammer made me stronger
Right for the door, count up the four
We ran outta sandwich bags, go get some more
You ain’t put in the work and you homeless
I stash the work in the Honda
Ever mix to keep it one hunnid
Came in the house and its all you heard
Splash splash is all you heard
Whippin’ cocaine is all you heard
Splash splash all you heard
Count up the cash is all you heard

Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Make me have to cook it off the counter
Make me have to serve you with the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it in the [?]
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin’ is all you heard, whipin’ cocaine up is all you heard
Splash splash is all you heard, came in the house is all you heard

Jeezy – Going Crazy

Heard that new Jizzle, boy he going crazy
Dropped some new s**t got them going crazy
Dropped it in the spot and they was going crazy
Brought it back from the top and they was going crazy
Real ni**as at the spot and they was going crazy
Real ni**as bang up top you know we going crazy
Young Jizzle from the block you know he going crazy
When they play this at the spot you know they going crazy

Said I’m just that ni**a, I’m just that ni**a
And this is me talking, it ain’t the liquor
Diamonds in my damn chain, I’m going crazy
I talk to your bi**h like a politician
Told her give me brain, take me
You know that you’re the one try some new things
You know she ate it up just like a cutter board
I’m counting old paper, call it dinosaur
Gotta….then gotta….to Fresno
Said she like the taste, she drinking light Prosecco
I’m killing with the field I’m Charlie Manson
Exactly what you want, I’m strapped and handsome

Montana from the block got em going crazy
My youngings slanging white like it’s still the 80’s
You claim that you the realest when your watch fugazy
Show me whose your jeweler man, that boy crazy
She tried to charge me for the box man, shawty crazy
I ain’t tryna blow your spot up but this s**t is crazy
All I wanted was a mil and a new Mercedes
Now I’m jumping on these ni**as like the new McGrady
White House, black Rollie
In South Bronx they know me
You can’t talk, gotta show em
The brown bags, ya own em
Take these then call me
That brain freeze ain’t on me
You can’t hate, can’t hold me
I whip foreigns like I stole em

The smoke up by my weed got…serious
She thinking we together? She delirious
From the cradle to the grave, the cradle to the grave
Who made this beat? A sound like me it tailor made
You know I’m in that bi**h just like expensive suits, money
Bi**h I’m in that mansion just like the Yeezy boots
I got rich off butter…that Betty Crocker
It ain’t my fault just like I’m Silkk The Shocker

Tory Lanez – Blue Jay Season letras

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I heard word around town is I’m poppin’ off
Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down
Just invested in two choppers and they on me now
Bitch all you hear was ‘grr grr’ when I’m hopin’ out
Put them bitches in a Range Rover
Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes
Niggas running for that paper like Usain Bolt
You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that’s how the game go
You know how that saying go, girl you know I’m poppin’ off
Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now
If you wit it you gon’ meet me at the lobby now
Say you not girl I know that you are probably down
Now what you talkin’ bout?

[Bridge]
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels
[Hook]
Like the blue jays
New Toronto bitch we ballin’ on your blu-rays
I’ve been mobbin’ round the city for like two days
Stashin’ all this dirty money in a suit case, woah

[Verse 2]
Don’t you know that we got plenty choppers
Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker
Niggas say that they gon’ rob me bitch don’t make me stop you
Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he died don’t let it drive you
Hit G Weed on the cellphone
Make that call from Compton they’ll be out on Melrose
Train shooters and they down to touch the railroad
He ain’t down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah
That shit tell you that I’m poppin’ off
When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain’t no talkin’ now
Hater niggas talkin’ payments but I brought in wild
Reason why we not pull up them bitches hoppin’ out
Now what you talkin’ bout?

[Bridge]
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah
What you talkin’ bout?
Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

[Outro]
Never do we ever get the time, never seen again, right
Now I want the time, today I got the time, right
I’m down south, east Atlanta, Georgia
And I’m ridin’ yeah, and I’m rollin’ yeah
To the train outside, old balls, strip clubs down dirty C’s yeah
And I’m rollin’ yeah
I’m downtown, west [?]
Rollin’ yeah