Ella Mae Morse – Smack Dab In The Middle Lyrics

Pick me a town in any clime
Where people like a rocking time
And stay awake both day and night
Till everybody’s feeling good and right
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ah, smack dab in the middle, boys, now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Ten Cadillac, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some barbecue
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
Oh, I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ah, now boys, you can see why
I wanna be smack dab in the middle now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
One hundred beds with chorus girls

A street that’s paved with natural pearls
A wagon load of bonds and stocks
Then open up the door at Fort Knox
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ah, now listen boys, throw me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That’s all right
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles of butter and something sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bi-carbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ah, throw me now
Smack dab in the middle right now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Alright

A$AP Rocky – Buck Shots lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I ain’t scared
Real niggas put the clip in and let it go
Real niggas wanna run real
Real (buck shot)
Real niggas from the roll real (buck shot)
Real niggas from the M
Real niggas from the home (buck shot)
Homeboy you ain’t know (buck shot)
Had a bitch suckin’ on a lollipop at the bus stop
Green Glock, red Glock (buck shot)
They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)
They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)
What’s a blood clot
Niggas know not what nigga what not (yeah)
From the fort Fort Knox this ain’t Fortnite nigga get your shit rocked nigga
Buck shot (uh uh)(buck shot)
And my pictures like a mugshot (uh)
And all my bitches got buttshots (*laughing*)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & A$AP Rocky]
Buttshots left this man dead in the damn lot
Gettin’ cash pourin’ up the wok (yeah)
Pourin’ on the fuckin’ clock
Yeah, buttshots everybody in this bitch got a mugshot
Hold up, hold up
Mugshot now they on your block
Bitch I’m off a bean and this damn wok
Got a clip and it’s full (buck shot)
Leave a motherfucker in the pants (buck shot)
Man I was grown up since a young blood (buck shot)
Now I’m bussin’ off shots ( yeah they-yeah they buck shot)
Back in my younger days all I want was braise
All my mama want from me was graze (buck shot)
They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)
One stop get some drugs and a damn Glock
Hold up

[Verse 3: Smooky MarGielaa]
(Oh)
Got the bullets aimin’ at your head top
AK-47 try to run up and we send shots (pew pew)
Walkin’ with my chains out on a opp block
I was drippin’ jewels don’t try to run up you get dropped off (yeah huh)
Pull up flexin’ with the top down
I was gang with some baddies on a yacht now (yeah)
Bought a brand new Mulsanne, Gucci down now
Nigga you ain’t in my lane you a clown now (yeah)
Keep the semi tucked, nigga what you want now (yeah)
Bought a brand new gun its gon’ catch you up (yeah)
Simons on my feet , I stay feet up (yeah)
Watch me pull up on the scene nigga T’d up (yeah)

[Outro]
Buck shot (x3)
End’s with a buck shot

Childish Gambino – Money Baby lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
(Dramatic nigga!)
Stone Mountain
Childish
Dram (Gangsta grizzle!)

[Pre-Hook: Childish Gambino]
I like smokin’ loud, I like being me
I might drop them bars, that AT&T
I like makin’ moves, I like being King
If you like that ballin’, I show you what that ballin’ be

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

[Verse 1]
Fly girl, she named Beatle
Clothes off, she don’t need ’em
Animals, she don’t eat ’em
Hungry for it, I feed her, uh, I feed her
You already know that I feed her
I don’t mess with them fuck boys, she said I don’t either
She said I’m gone eat her, attitude so diva
Got a big place like Scarface, treat her ass like Elvira
Skin tone godiva, smokin’ on that cheeba
Girl you got me so hypnotized that thang be givin’ me fever
Let me get it
Take her to Kauai, fucked on the beach
Fucked on the floor, we ain’t gotta speak
Beach, getting high like a motherfuck
Royalty the team so you know what’s up
Kitty so good, let me beat it up, kitty so good I could sleep in it
Hollow tip flow sending shots to my enemies
Niggas who tried to Nick Cannon me
Thoughts were so bad that I pleaded insanity
Bottles, I pop me a case
Live on the radio bought me a place
This is my summer of love
Yea, all these bitches is down
But never put nothin’ above

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

[Verse 2]
Kick it like Kazuya
This game is how we maneuver
There’s plenty fish in the sea and I treat them groupies like grouper
My life inside a computer, back up my soul to the cloud
Funny we show ’em class and they call me the class clown
Money is in my jeans, best believe that it’s passed down
Got the room thumpin, she tell me don’t stop
I mean really don’t stop
I must be doing something
Something really on point, something really on point
Now she look back at it
But she give me that look when I gotta dip out
Stop being Dramatic (DRAMATIC!)
Can’t nobody do it like this
Forgot her name as soon as I hit
Got that buzz, the phone was silent
Run the game, that’s us
Fort Knox, gold bars
Let her get it on both sides, I did it all, with no cosign
And I’m ballin’ like I give a fuck
Now they know wassup
Smokin’ like she wanna fuck
We are not in love, she’s a grown up
And I’m so childish
Still that’s my bitch
We waste our time with all this

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

RiFF RaFF – My Ice

[Intro]
My ice, my ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice

[Hook]
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice

[Verse 1]
Not bad, drop Jag
Paper tag on the back
I was gon’ leave five stacks but valet scratched my bag
I’m addicted to foreigns, rocking Ralph Lauren
Could’ve been stage touring, it’s the white Martin Lawrence
Like a drunk doctor, I lost my patients
Started to hate waiting, Cadillac Escaladed
I’m at the Trump Towers on the escalator
If it ain’t about the paper, I’ma see you later
I rock more ice than a figure skater
When Gucci got out, I had to call my jeweler
But don’t get confused, my wrist is a zoo
All my diamonds are see through blue, RiFF

[Hook]
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice

[Verse 2]
[?] right back at the state park
Parked outside of Fort Knox, Porsche Boxster [?]
Four tube socks filled with solid gold blocks
Paint wetter than a mop as I proceed to chop blocks
White ice man diamonds big as a knee pad
91 surpreme gas mango matte Maybach
Shot more jumpers than Scott Skiles, aquaberry smiles
They tried to steal my style but I was rocking reptile
It’s the versatile crocodile, Iceberg Simpson [?]
I’m eating shrimp on my burberry blimp
I’m addicted to foreigns, rocking Ralph Lauren
Could’ve been stage touring, it’s the white Martin Lawrence

[Hook]
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
When it’s cold outside and I rock my ice
When it’s hot outside, still rock my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
My ice, my ice, my ice
RiFF