Young Thug – Slimed In Lyrics

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 1: Nechie]
Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?), we won’t walk (we won’t walk)
Take ’em down, knock ’em off (knock ’em off)
Yeah my slimes wit me, I was born tinted
You can see who in it, presidential limit
You can see we winnin’, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
I put VVS’ in my mouth (in my mouth)
Straight out the south (out the south), I got clout
I’m with chain gang, now I’m out (now I’m out)
You ain’t gang gang gang, take ’em out (take ’em out)
I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?
Bitch I’m slicker than a muh, get it out the soil
Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy?

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in Balmain, it didn’t cost a thing
I’m not 2 Chainz, I got forty (I got forty)
I bust your brain, since we speakin’ of brain
Make your hoe give brain then get lost (then get lost)
I paint her face, you can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair, I got 70 Rollies
I rock big [checks?], Chinchilla minks, when she cozy
You ain’t gang gang gang gang gang, why you talkin’?
I bought 20 cars for every year that I was walkin’
Made her get an abortion, she ain’t nothing but a thottie
And I got way better bitches ’round I can lock in, I’m still bossin’

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 3: Nechie]
Nechie slang slang slang, ain’t gon waste no time
Boy you ain’t my kind, I get cheese, you drop dimes
Prezi diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my ear (yeah)
Nechie Houdini, I make him disappear (oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off)
Fuck twelve, yeah we smashin’ on a cop car (cop car)
I’m out on bail sippin’ clean, yeah that real raw (raw)
I’m a thug, I don’t give no damn about no DA or no judge
I get it out the mud (yeah yeah)
Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah)
Give ’em hell (hell), I might call Lil Baby for a bale, don’t need no scale (scale)
Southside, youngin’ on my side on the mayor

The Diplomats – Once Upon A Time

[Intro: Jim Jones]
(Heatmakerz, crack music)
Crack music
Dipset
It’s more than just music
You know the rest
Jones, nigga

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Try to blackball me, so I ask ’em where the hoop at (ballin’)
Then in SOHO in LA, askin’ the valet where the coupe at
(what up with that?)
80 for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (facts)
The Ace of Spade they put up on my tab, a extra two stacks
Signing my deal, they asked if I would sign for a mil’ (for what?)
I ask them why would I do that when I already signed for a mil (you hear me?)
I’m a contract killer, bitch, had to sign up to kill (B-b-boom!)
Put you on the boom list, the homies’ll line you for real (FACTS!)
But I’m tryna just chill, ’cause my mind is too ill (Oh)
Don’t provoke ’em too much, ’cause we commit crimes for the thrill (Grrr)
I’m a fuckin’ bandit, you under-fuckin’-stand it? (you hear me)
I run with G’s nigga, fuck who the fuck you ran with (Fuck ’em)
New York City, home of the pretty women (Harlem what’s up?)
Where you gotta get the dough before you get the women (get your money up)
Middle of the winter, I’m buyin’ shit to swim in (facts nigga)
Nigga, you just buyin’ them cars that my niggas been in

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin’ money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck ’em)
Throwin’ up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin’ money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck ’em)
Throwin’ up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy
And I only had five on it, somethin’ like the Luniz
Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100K in Bloomies
But I got my own clothes, 3 million I made in Zumiez, baby!
Legend, I maneuver cars
Who want smoke? I have it lookin’ like a hookah bar
Superstar, car ceilin’ lookin’ like Mars, Venus, Jupiter
Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar
We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
Long live the Set, glory glory hallelujah
Welcome back to the hallway loiterers
I made mills off the white girl, I exploited her
No disrespectin’ the ladies, word from my team (why)
That’s the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert)
On the set of Paid In Full, y’all gave him hell about it
Some foul shit happened once, Capo, tell ’em about it

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin’ money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck ’em)
Throwin’ up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
Started gettin’ money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck ’em)
Throwin’ up gang signs like they on them four wheelers (Eastside)

Don Q – Don Vito (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
You know what it is nigga, Highbridge shit
Bitch they called me Don Vito

[Verse 1]
They call me Hollywood, I ain’t really with the gimmicks
Yeah, I’m 100 ’til they end me
.38 ain’t say a word but they hit them with a sentence
Damn, I’m just praying they appeal ’em
I get it from the designer, you ain’t finding what I’m wearing
My lil’ bitch don’t play with cheques and she FaceTime me when it’s clearing
Motherfucker, all aside I’ma yell it to ’til they hear it
When we catch them we gon’ air them
Ain’t no mercy, ain’t no sparing
Hol’ up nigga, hol’ up, hol’ up, now wait a minute
You want me at the club you gotta pay for my appearance
You wanna say what’s up, well take a picture, nigga stop the staring
Homie, please don’t make me nervous we ain’t peeking with the [?]
Rose bottles, we just pass them to the thotties, let them share it
She said she like the Highbridge piece, she wanna fuck me while I wear it
I’ve got diamonds dripping off me, watch your step when you come near it
I’ma leave the club with two and then pull off in the McLaren
Don Vito, bitch

[Bridge]
They call me Don Vito, they call me Don Vito
They call me Don Vito, bitch

[Verse 2]
For the record, it’s a half a key to get me on the record
You ain’t got it? Don’t be tryna bargain with me, just respect it
I tell bitches if you wanna party with me, just get naked
I ain’t got no time for leeching groupie bitches in my section
Fuck her two or three times then I turn her to a runner
You ain’t tryna help me play up in the field, I gotta punt her
I’m a get it type of nigga, keep a mindset of a hustler
Told her 19 that we made it, they still looking at them numbers
Wide body what I’m floating in, Louis Vuitton loafers in
No tints so they know it’s him, how ’bout taking your hoe again
Yeah, we throwing funeral parties and I’m promoting it
I just boiled the water and let the coke soak in it
I be heavy weeded, barely leather seated
And I’m Fendi head to feeted
I’m the one they kept a secret
Niggas telling him I’ve seen it
From felons to misdemeanors
Your homie is the reason they sending you that subpoena
Yeah, you tryna hold it in but how the fuck how you suposed to win
If they take the DA word, they gon’ give you over ten
First, you find her to close to kin
Then you put a hole in him
Execution style, I bet she never go to court again

Gucci Mane – Nonchalant

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

Ice Cube – Nobody Wants To Die (Mafia III Trailer)

[Intro]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Y’all thought I was soft as cotton
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messed around and forgot I was rotten
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
You know my resume
You tell ’em I’m on my way
But nobody (You tell ’em, I’m on my way)
Ah nobody wants to die

[Verse 1]
I keep my mind on my money, I keep my hand on my gunny
Don’t get to playin’ with sonny, unless you Playboy Bunny
I’ll put four in your tummy, tap two in your brain
See the man ain’t playing, if you think it’s a game
Haters whisper my name, suckers want what I slang
Arrogant and I’m vain, DA want me to hang
But let me explain, like Abel and Cain
That the black Grim Reaper is not my brother’s keeper
Revenge, revenge a killer’s on a binge of revenge
It depends if I can live with my sins
Lose family and friends (lost em all)
Now you got to lose life and limb, spit phlegm on them
Got the code of Rakim, homey, jokes ain’t allowed
And you boy ain’t scared to move the crowd with something loud
If you doubt what I’m about, go ahead an run your mouth
I’m the last thing you see when your time is running out, trick

[Hook]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I’ll send you fast boy, with a blast boy (first class, boy)
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin’ with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven (I ain’t the one, son)
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go (yeah)
But nobody (Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody)
Ah nobody wants to die

[Verse 2]
You forgot where I come from, you forgot what I do
You forgot what you was sayin’, cuz I’m blockin’ your view
Now I got you on cue, you about to turn blue
Get around me now you actin’ like my little nephew
Boy what you wan’ do? You ain’t gon’ do ish
But go take a ish, is ’bout as funky as it get
Now I’ma have to admit, that I was prolly too nice
But take my advice or I’ll take your life
Now if you still wanna slice, let’s start with the fingers
Let’s move to the toes, and end with the penis
See men are from Mars, now you from Venus
How dumb you got to be tryin’ to think with the genius
It’s the big payback, you can’t clown James Brown
See a brother been down ever since Jamestown
You either swim or you’re drowned, you either gagged or you’re bound
Now you can’t make a sound, boy look at you now

[Hook]
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I’ll send you fast boy, with a blast boy (first class, boy)
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin’ with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven (I ain’t the one, Crip)
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go (Go on)
But nobody (Nobody, na)
Ah nobody wants to die

Gucci Mane – Nonchalant (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on athletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me Forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley bracelets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defensive
They love me like kids love Christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love from the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

Gucci Mane – Nonchalant Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now my watch so fuckin’ bright
It look like sunlight in the night
I shit on rappers, I shit on atheletes
Me and Floyd should book a fight
I’m a sight to see for sho so your hoe should book a flight
Versace frames so call me forbes
I done fucked every hoe I like
I’m so charming all these tinted chains
I didn’t even wear a charm
She like Bentley braclets what’s that on your arm
You didn’t have to speak offensive cause my watch is so expensive women get so damn defenseless
They love me like its lil christmas
I’m young active and attractive
Nonchalant but I’m persistent
I can get any bitch I want
But I’m so motherfuckin’ picky
I’m a very picky person been like that since I was hurtin’
You can’t tell me anything, you gotta be for certain

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Verse 2]
I’m a fed target, on the red carpet
In a whip so new valet scared to park it
Not a average artist, an elaborate artist
My collabs turn locals to established artists
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
Cause all these hoes bleed once a month (huh)
I give a chick a couple hundred just to leave me alone
A little hush money so she don’t ask me none
I still get love from the EA (six)
But I got no love form the DA
I see the DJ run it back like a punt return
I guess I still get love from the DJs
But I got no love for you fuckboys
You still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them ain’t got no release date
The J’s love it how I whip it
Bitch say that she in love with my mixtapes
Baby if you love me like you say that you do
Then you’ll take these ten bricks to your ribcage
All the young niggas call me a OG
But I don’t reminisce about the old days
I don’t want nothin’ old but a bankroll
I outgrew oldschools at a young age (its Wop)

[Hook]
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant
In the strip club chillin’ so nonchalant

[Produced By Mike WiLL Made It]

Ty Dolla $ign – Campaign (feat. Future)

Yeah, Hendrix!
(Uh, super, super, super…)
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign….

I brought them bottles on bottles
I fuck with models on models
I’ll take that bitch with molly
I got the racks on racks
Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign
Check out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign

Did some numbers then I went back to the vault
Did some numbers then I went back in and fought
Did some numbers then I went back like the goat
Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche

Did some numbers then I went and copped a 911
Did some numbers then I went and copped my bitch a necklace
Then some corner shawty told me "Boy stop drivin’ reckless"
Got my side, they keep textin’, I ain’t get the message
I stopped fucking ratchet hoes, they be too messy
Kicking kicking shit, like Barcelona, shout out Messi
Better Black or Mexi, Texi, too sexy
Double latex when we sexing, be too risky
I got a lot, I don’t act, I musta flyed with the pack
Fuck on my bitch in the back, yeah she like that
I’ma let you, tell her we never gon’ lose
Momma I’m never going broke
That white girl in love with the coke

I brought them bottles on bottles
I fuck with models on models
I’ll take that bitch with molly
I got the racks on racks
Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign
Check out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign

Did some numbers then I went back to the vault
Did some numbers then I went back in and fought
Did some numbers then I went back like the goat
Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche

Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche
Did some numbers then I had to keep it turnt
Did some numbers, always gotta do the tour
I just seen you flexing, turned up on a check
You gon’ make a nigga fuck up some more racks
I got a light on the DA, I was just fucking the secretary
I keep a choppa with me, you know that shit necessary
You know that shit necessary, you know that shit necessary

I brought them bottles on bottles
I fuck with models on models
I’ll take that bitch with molly
I got the racks on racks
Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign
Check out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign

Did some numbers then I went back to the vault
Did some numbers then I went back in and fought
Did some numbers then I went back like the goat
Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche

Blow the cake up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Blow the cake up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend some cake on her, yeah, yeah, yeah…
Getting out of line, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang bang, roo, roo, roo
You game, game huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Thought he said something
You gotta make calm him down
Thought he said something
You gotta make calm him down

I brought them bottles on bottles
I fuck with models on models
I’ll take that bitch with molly
I got the racks on racks
Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign
Check out my campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign

Did some numbers then I went back to the vault
Did some numbers then I went back in and fought
Did some numbers then I went back like the goat
Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche

Adderall got me up at full attention
Adderall got a nigga full attention
Fuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the bitch missionary, yeah, yeah, yeah
Waving on these niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know that shit necessary