Lil’ Baby & 42 Dugg – We Paid Lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Can’t be f*cked with
Ayy, 4 Pockets, huh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
‘Fore I go broke like Joc
f*ck with that dog like Vick (Roof)
Not that rock, that pit’
How many down to my sock
Can’t hold my Glock, reason I don’t really like that shit (Nigga, I don’t)
Young turnt nigga, can’t wife no bitch (At all)
Excuse my French, don’t like no bitch (Nope)
Limo tinted, all five of my cars, yeah, I had it hard
Seen my bitch broke bad, I ain’t had a heart
Skrrt, yeah, that’s us
Two-tone AP, yeah, I’m bust
Got the head from her, I ain’t even wanna f*ck (f*ck her)
Why? Slut, bye (f*ck on)
Nothin’ on me from Saks, everything Revive
Old nigga tellin’ on bro, should’ve died
No, he ain’t kill ’em, dawg, he ain’t even try
Still’ll bet my last from dice in the hood
Take who chain? Nah bitch, not Dugg’s
Probably in somethin’ fast with a Glock in the hood
Courtside tickets, spillin’ Wock’ on the wood

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Lil Baby]
First turnt nigga from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, ’bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that’s period
I got your BM wan’ put on Amiris
First young nigga in the A2 Lam’
Run up fourteen mil’, started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn’t play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L’s, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don’t call what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin’ in the Benz
Young turnt nigga from the D to the A
I’m rockin’ with the Lions, yeah, I’m rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I’ma turn it up a lil’ more this time
Used to dream about gettin’ it, now I got it, I don’t drive
I had a spot like a varsity, what did you have?
You buy twenty, I’ll front what you buy
I put on drip, I believe I can I fly
Niggas know that I’m rich, but they know not to try
I had a show in Detroit and I stopped at Revive
And spent fifty on all the guys
All of these hoes in these stores make commission

And plus I’ma tip ’em, they holdin’ my size
Get in your car and just put on your flashers
And follow the hearse since you say you gon’ ride
‘Cause somebody gon’ die if they f*ck with us
Turn a five to a dime, that’s a double up
f*ck around, walk through church with my double cup
This shit a habit, I’m prayin’ I give it up
Tiger stay with the wood, make ’em give it up
Know I ran through a mil’ every week off of weed
Bro beat the trap, I can get me some sleep
Got a backend to pick up, I won’t even leave
Run it up, f*ck around, give the ‘Vette to DT
Keep a hotboy with me, I got love for BG
Chasin’ this paper since twelve or thirteen
Runnin’ ’round in these streets, it was me and Marquise

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Lil Baby]
First turnt nigga from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, ’bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that’s period
I got your BM wan’ put on Amiris
First young nigga in the A2 Lam’
Run up fourteen mil’, started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn’t play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L’s, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don’t call what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin’ in the Benz
Young turnt nigga from the D to the A
I’m rockin’ with the Lions, yeah, I’m rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
First turnt nigga from the hood, they curious
Four in cars, ’bout five in jewelry
I get the commas with numbers, that’s period
I got your BM wan’ put on Amiris
First young nigga in the A2 Lam’
Run up fourteen mil’, started fourteen grams (Same day)
Dope boy Dickies and diamonds and Timbs
You shouldn’t play with that boy, he is not one of them
Bro, I kept taking L’s, finally got me a M
Still making double, I don’t call what I spend
S550 2018
Gotta come twenty if you hoppin’ in the Benz
Young turnt nigga from the D to the A
I’m rockin’ with the Lions, yeah, I’m rocking with the Braves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we paid (Yeah)

Tech N9ne – Red Kingdom Lyrics

[Intro]
Tech Nina
Kansas City
You ready? Ya ready?
3, 2, 1, go!

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the

[Verse 1]
Place where we run it
Place really haunted by number 58
It’s DT the great and we flaunt it
Hate and we shun it
No competition, the opposition fake
I don’t think they really want it
Loud is the recipe, loud sitting next to me, no doubt
Now we are proud that we get to see
KC Chiefs come and break these geeks
Make ’em taste these cleats

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the

[Verse 2]
Chiefs Kingdom, got to love us, got some other
Beasts, bring ’em, mop ’em up and stop ’em, got the
Heat stinger, you hot when we stop ya
Dropped when he rock rock, got blocked in me casa
Ball in my city live, but I find her
Raw when they get beside
My lucky numbers are 15, 10, 87, 29, 7, 50, 95, 55

[Outro]
Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the Red Kingdom (yeah)
Red Kingdom
Welcome to the
Red Kingdom
Strange Music, yeah
Go Chiefs!
Tech N9ne
Let’s roll baby

Aerosmith – Falling In Love (Is Hard On The Knees)

You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so
You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so

You think you’re in love
Like it’s a real sure thing
But every time you fall
You get your ass in a sling
You used to be strong
But now it’s "oh baby please"
‘Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees

You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so
You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so

We was making love
When you told me that you loved me
I thought ol’ cupid
He was taking aim
I was believer when you told me
That you loved me
And then you called me
Someone else’s name

There ain’t gonna be no more
Beggin’ you please
You know what I want
And it ain’t one of these
You’re bad to the bone
And your girlfriend agreed
That falling in love is so hard on the knees

You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so
You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so

Chip off the old block
Man, you’re so much like your sister
My fantasize it must be out of luck
My old libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah

I’m Jones’ in’ on love
Yeah I got the DT’s
You say that we will
But there ain’t no guarantees
I’m major in love
But in all minor key
‘Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees

What are you looking for
It’s got to be hard core
Must be some kind of nouveau riche
Is this your only chance
Or some hypnotic trance
Let’s get you on a tighter leash

You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so
You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so

You ain’t that good
Is what you said
Down to the letter
But you like the way
I hold the microphone
Sometimes I good but
When I’m bad I’m even badder
Don’t give me no lip
I’ve got enough of my own

There ain’t gonna be
No more beggin’ you please
You know what I want
And it ain’t one of these
You’re bad to the bone
And your girlfriend agreed
That falling in love is so hard on the knees

I’m jonesin’ on love
Yeah I got the DT’s
You say that we will, yeah
But there ain’t no guarantees
I’m major in love
But in all minor key
‘Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees