KYLE – To Do List lyrics

(feat. CP)

[Hook: CP]
You’re on my to do list
You’re on my to do list
You’re on my to do list
And girl I want to do this
I-I-I got something, something for you to do
Something for you to do, something for you to do
I got something, something for you to do
Something for you to do, Some-Something for you to do
Now that ya here, sugar
I’ve got something to say, baby
I put on this lotion, it won’t make me love ya
But it’ll for sure make me stay

[Verse 1: Kyle]
Yup, Yup You ain’t never gotta trip
The way you look I ain’t never gonna dip
Even if you tell me that I’m never gonna hit
There’s a lot to do, a lot of it with you
Heard a lot of things and a lot of them are true
No lie, I’m getting in them thighs
If that’s cool with you, ugh phew
Okay, Oh my god, you’re like fucking BUH, BOW, BOOM
Get in my room, turn the lights off
Yo time to shine, yup

[Bridge]
We gon’ set it off, we gon’ tear it up
Baby, can you handle

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Jot it down, write it up
Break it down, light it up

[Verse 2: CP]
Sit back, relax, when I get this bread, baby
We ain’t takin’ it nowhere but the bed, baby
Smoke in the air, right along with your legs, baby
You gon’ go crazy, I got the meds, baby
We just laugh it off
Ma I want to give you back shots ’till your ass falls off
So just trash them draws cause we don’t need no clothes in the bath at all
While you attack the balls, Marvin Gaye or the Luther?
Put you on like a new shirt, On top like a new hit
You been on top of my to do list, I need your

[Pre-Hook]
Clothes off, check
Heels on, check
Magnums, check
I’m gon’ get that ass on my to do list

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Well I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
But I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do
Yeah, I got something for you to do

[Hook]

Rich Chigga – Dat $tick (Remix) (feat. Ghostface Killah & Pouya) letras

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 1: Rich Chigga]
Don’t give a fuck, poppin’ bottles in the club
Tryna fuck Atlanta bitch but let her lick the pussy up
Turn your bitch into a dyke, finna need her baptized
Pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes
Bitch I don’t care, finna fuck a bitch with no protection
I be ignant
Pray to God I’ma die with my nine on my side
Mothafuck cops, bustin’ like a pork, better hide
Put my dick in her mouth, call that shit a metapo
Cigarettes to my lungs ’til I let the pistol go
Liquor to my eyes, tell me what you wanna do
‘Fore I kill you in the street with the rest of your crew
I did this, you know this, the mark on my shoot
With a bullet grazin’, I almost took my life
Forgot what day feels like, I only live at night
Like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe
[Verse 2: Pouya]
I can’t see, walk, talk then stray, hoe breakin’
Ain’t nothin’, the energy I generate
The underground underdog ’bout to fall off
Into another generation
I was workin, bussin’ tables, now I got my own squid on the plate
Fuck the fame, baby, I don’t wanna live in L.A
Back to the M-I-A to the M-I
Gon’ lay with a ho, face in the coke lines
Toe taggin’ rappers thinkin’ that they’re snappin’
Goin’ bar to bar with me is suicide
You or I, do or die, baby, don’t even worry about who am I
Bank account go stupid now
You should know about the whip situation (aye)
Tour been feelin’ like a damn vacation
Germ fucked up, woke up not knowin’ where he at
You was blacked out in the damn basement

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I don’t give two fucks, I blow big bucks
Strip club, white pussy marks on my black tux
‘Cause after the party’s the hotel lobby
And that bitch gonna give me more head than Steve Harvey
I keep a duffle bag, not like the money team
All coked out on a scale of a triple beam
Nah mean? Fuck a team of guerrillas
Silverback stomp out your gang of chinchillas
Shoot case, military scopes
Korean shotty up the sleeve of my coat
Each slug is like one big egg roll
Impact, you could lose half of your leg, bro
‘Cause we don’t play those games
Franco hit the deck, click, clack, take aim
Guns never jam, we don’t waste rounds
Best shot’s behind the ear like chhhk BOW

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’ (yeah)

Rich Chigga – Dat $tick Lyrics

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 1: Rich Chigga]
Don’t give a fuck, poppin’ bottles in the club
Tryna fuck Atlanta bitch but let her lick the pussy up
Turn your bitch into a dyke, finna need her baptized
Pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes
Bitch I don’t care, finna fuck a bitch with no protection
I be ignant
Pray to God I’ma die with my nine on my side
Mothafuck cops, bustin’ like a pork, better hide
Put my dick in her mouth, call that shit a metapo
Cigarettes to my lungs ’til I let the pistol go
Liquor to my eyes, tell me what you wanna do
‘Fore I kill you in the street with the rest of your crew
I did this, you know this, the mark on my shoot
With a bullet grazin’, I almost took my life
Forgot what day feels like, I only live at night
Like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe
[Verse 2: Pouya]
I can’t see, walk, talk then stray, hoe breakin’
Ain’t nothin’, the energy I generate
The underground underdog ’bout to fall off
Into another generation
I was workin, bussin’ tables, now I got my own squid on the plate
Fuck the fame, baby, I don’t wanna live in L.A
Back to the M-I-A to the M-I
Gon’ lay with a ho, face in the coke lines
Toe taggin’ rappers thinkin’ that they’re snappin’
Goin’ bar to bar with me is suicide
You or I, do or die, baby, don’t even worry about who am I
Bank account go stupid now
You should know about the whip situation (aye)
Tour been feelin’ like a damn vacation
Germ fucked up, woke up not knowin’ where he at
You was blacked out in the damn basement

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I don’t give two fucks, I blow big bucks
Strip club, white pussy marks on my black tux
‘Cause after the party’s the hotel lobby
And that bitch gonna give me more head than Steve Harvey
I keep a duffle bag, not like the money team
All coked out on a scale of a triple beam
Nah mean? Fuck a team of guerrillas
Silverback stomp out your gang of chinchillas
Shoot case, military scopes
Korean shotty up the sleeve of my coat
Each slug is like one big egg roll
Impact, you could lose half of your leg, bro
‘Cause we don’t play those games
Franco hit the deck, click, clack, take aim
Guns never jam, we don’t waste rounds
Best shot’s behind the ear like chhhk BOW

[Hook: Rich Chigga]
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’
Man, I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin’ po
I’ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin’ do’ (yeah)

Jerrod – Ain’t No Way

No justice no peace

Turn around Nd put ya hands up
Cuffs now, ask later, reprimand us
If you wanna do what’s right gone on stand up
No guns, no violence, put yo hands up
Witness on the news another black life dead
They tell you turn around, BOW shoot you instead
Call for backup but leave you laying for dead
Another black life gone, and that’s the end
Man I’m sick of all this hating
I’m just tired of being so patient
We all sitting here just waitin
For another nigga to get wasted
12 shooting like they gone crazy
Judges starting to act all shady
We just let it happen lately
We just letting em kill our babies why

We fighting fire with fire
We still don’t have no desire
To make the black standard higher
Man we gotta take a stand, gotta be a man, gotta keep our future in our hands

Chorus:
Ain’t no way
Ima sit and let this happen
We have to stand and fight (ain’t no way)
Ima watch it die, keep this hope alive, it’s gone be alright (ain’t no way)
I can let this go on, I gotta be strong
I can make a stand, we can make a stand !!
AINT NO WAY

USA the land of the free
The government corrupt with liars and hypocracy
If this land is so free, why must we have so many penalties
For exercising rights, and living the good life so freely
Like Colin kapernick, he didn’t take a stand
Now he being criticized, like this man had some contraband
But we letting things slide, like cases with Sandra bland
But gabby is scrutinized cause she didn’t raise up her hand

Wow wow this world full of contradictions
I’m seeing where it’s going living in this premonition
That’s why we gotta take a stand, gotta be a man, gotta keep our future in our hands

I ain’t afraid to die, when I stand for what’s right I’m gone alright
Death has lost its sting we got the victory now I can say I’m free
Let’s gone make this thing happen 3x let’s gone and make thing thing