Offset – Monday lyrics

[Intro]
I ain’t playing no more
You know what I’m saying?
Different mindset, you know what I mean?
OG Parker
Different motivations, you know what I’m saying?
I’m tryna get more money, you know what I mean?
Deko
You know what I’m saying?
I’m not satisfied, you know what I mean?
I want everything, I want it all

[Hook]
Drop my top, let the roof loose (skrrt)
Look at these diamonds, Fruit Loops (look at this)
Ride like the president, bulletproof (president)
Shoot it all you want, you ain’t getting through (ba baow)
I came up from up a onion (onion)
Now I got money cross the country (money)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (fucking on a-)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (fucking on a-)
Drop my top, let the roof loose
Look at these diamonds, fruit loops
Ride like the president, bulletproof
Shoot it all you want, you ain’t getting through
I came up from up a onion (trap)
Now I got money cross the country (I got money)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (thot)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (thot)

[Verse]
Welcome to the game, welcome to the game (game!)
Gold chain, diamond ring, pinky ring (shine!)
My son got a dub in his piggy bank (dub!)
I got it out the mud to get bigger rank (mud!)
I’m sippin’ on mud, got hella drank (drank!)
You claim that’s your hoe but I don’t think (think!)
She was at the condo with the whole thang (whole thang!)
She was in the condo fucked the whole gang (whole gang!)
IG can hide a bitch (hide!), I’ma tell you ’bout the other side of it (other side!)
She don’t got a job or a house or a whip (no!)
You ain’t even know she a thot, she a trick (thot!)
Let me tell you ’bout you broke lil’ niggas (broke lil’ nigga!)
Better hide your bitch (better hide ’em!)
We started from a rock to a brick (from a rock!)
Now these fuck niggas wanna kick it (ha-ha!)
Customise my whip, Xzibit (Xzibit!)
You ain’t making no noise, got crickets (shh-shh!)
We ain’t going back and forth handle business (uh-uh!)
And I don’t even gotta score like Pippen (no!)
We done broke records, ask Guinness (Guinness!)
Nigga we ain’t done, we ain’t finished (we ain’t finished!)
We was on the run independent (go!)
100 rounds drums in the Sprinter (Draco!)

[Hook]
Drop my top, let the roof loose (skrrt)
Look at these diamonds, Fruit Loops (look at this)
Ride like the president, bulletproof (president)
Shoot it all you want, you ain’t getting through (ba baow)
I came up from up a onion (onion)
Now I got money cross the country (money)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (fucking on a-)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (fucking on a-)
Drop my top, let the roof loose
Look at these diamonds, fruit loops
Ride like the president, bulletproof
Shoot it all you want, you ain’t getting through
I came up from up a onion (trap)
Now I got money cross the country (I got money)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (thot)
Fucking on a thot every Monday (thot)

Montana of 300 – The Crow Lyrics

I get it crackin’ like eggs I’m Yeshua back from the dead
I could turn any thought into bread
I’m no Christian but I got the Edge
It gets cold when I slide like a sled
When I do so no needle and thread
Bullets flippin’ up better hit heads
Turn a coffin into your new bed
I’m hip hop’s Stephen King of Westcraven
Gotta be on my paper no gradin’
Gotta bring ’em that message like ravens
Every struggle I went through was trainin’
Every loss there’s a lesson I’m gainin’
Can’t be scared to get wet when it’s rainin’
We can’t grow if we don’t let the pain in
Don’t make excuses and don’t do no blamin’
Everyone thinks the truth’s on the canvas
But only the creator could paint it
Bitch that means only God could explain it
Wanna meet him I’ll make some arrangements
Niggas act like it’s war that they cravin’
Until I come and do an invasion
If you real say that shit to my face
And not behind my back like an apron
When I see you don’t do no explainin’
Make you eat every word you was sayin’
I just wanna see what you was thinkin’
So you already know how I’m aimin’
Point it at his head and then strike him down
Make his ass eat a light like he Raiden
Put a part in his top like it’s braidin’
When that clip hit his top he ain’t shavin’
I’m a boss, bitch I do what I choose to
Bitch I been turned like a loose screw
I don’t sell drugs but I used to
I been the connect before bluetooth
I get top from your boo in a new coupe
I could rap I look good I could shoot too
I draw when it’s sketchy plus my shooters ready
To pull that bitch out like a loose tooth
They gone edit don’t care about who’s who
Tell your kids they gon’ cry when they lose you
Put they pa on the TV like Blue’s Clues
Murder scene when we shootin’, no news crew
Bunch of blood on his shirt that ain’t prune juice
I just made his designer say suwoop
Now he need a casket and new suit
Wet him up in the morning like Fruit Loops
I got God up inside of me
Go tell the devil that I am the hottest commodity
Loyal to the Lord without a havin’ a thought of a heaven
He didn’t have to promise me
In my country my president’s prejudice
Them devils do not believe in equality
Never compromisin’ with poverty
Don’t play games with your money, Monopoly
Get a check and invest in some property
Always leave with that steel like a robbery
Fuck everyone’s feelings don’t do sugarcoatin’
It ain’t no substitute for honesty
Ever wonder if Jesus is scared
Or he got the balls to pop up like the lottery
And if God’s so forgiving
Then would he be willing to accept the devil’s apology
I know I’m a blessing I don’t come in second
My flow is from heaven, my soul is protected
This rapper’s gifted and what I’ma give to you is out of the box
Like you opening presents
Me and hip hop like Hulk Hogan and wrestling
Can’t hustle too long, gotta know when to exit
Started off trappin’ and turned it to rappin’
It’s FGE, we the new No Limit Records
Got dough with my bros off the dope I was sellin’
Had hoes gettin’ naked, got throat like a necklace
Some homies got jealous didn’t know I was destined
Only Lord knows, with that pole I was reckless
We stopped what I’m doin’ like hold up a second
No PlayStation game, I was loading that tech in
My opps caught them bullets with no interception
I shot the crap out ’em like rolling a seven
I got the key to the door
Remember when I used to sleep on the floor
No eskimo but I pack heat in my coat
It ain’t no better feeling than bein’ awoke
Acknowledging God is the reason I’m dope
Make ’em fiend for the flow that make demons get ghost
He ain’t on my level so pray for the devil
For he is the sinner that needs it the most

Tru Life – Last Night (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah
Tru told me like, "Pluto, nigga, you abnormal, nigga"
I sound abnormal
They don’t have no clue what mothafuckin’ happened
Burn this bitch down
Land a jet like anywhere, know what I’m sayin’?
Streets love us (Myles William)
Yeah!

[Chorus: Future]
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body

[Verse 1: Tru Life]
I don’t need no extendo, 1 shot to the mind (blat)
I get even with odd numbers, 357’s and 9’s
Mogul Tree, Freebandz chain, I’m down to die for that shine
40 Madison, gang gang outside of Crown Fried (bang)
Tru-Tru in the blue coupe runnin’ choo choo on your new new
Dog her out like Blue’s Clues, doggystyle like woof woof
Rosé in my Fruit Loops, hard time, and I did that
Came home, niggas still pussy, came to take my shit back
Trap, trap, trap, I peel this wing off at the red light
I ain’t fuck her but I know just what her head like
Uh, I’m actin’ crazy in the club again
Blew a bag on Aces like I ran off on the plug again
Chain shoppin’ in the club, lames better tuck ’em in
100 hoes at the door, tell a homie, "buzz ’em in" (buzz ’em in!)
If you a real hustler, I recruit ya
But if Future don’t trust ya, I’ma shoot ya
Blat, blat, blat!

[Chorus: Future]
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body

[Verse 2: Future]
Boom boom to the moon moon
Got goon-goons on shrooms
In the night, nigga, in the noon
Nigga, pop pop like balloon
And I’m stuffed up, nigga, I’m drugged up
Shoot it up and then zoom
Ain’t no cuffin’ hoes, ain’t no cuffin’, ho
We so quick to let ’em loose
100 shots, let ’em loose
100 goons, let ’em loose
Get the tool, let it loose
Let it loose, let ’em loose
You know the work don’t lose
You know my niggas don’t lose
You know a nigga got juice, I already had juice
Know a nigga got proof, y’know a nigga gotta prove
I already had juice, I already had juice, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body

[Outro: DJ Clue]
They said it’s gon’ be a storm
It’s that desert talk
Mogul Tree Mafiosi, Freebandz be the gang
Brrrrrrrat!

Joyner Lucas – Tapdance letras

[Hook 1]
This that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Nigga, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 1]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain’t none of y’all bastards have hands
Ain’t none of y’all cats are scratching
And y’all move like Action Jackson
And I’m more like Captain Savage
With no black on black [?] madness
Bitch, y’all back on crack like crackheads
With no platinum plaques or passion
But, nigga, fuck all that, I’m a pilot
High up all over your conscience
And drive up all over your ‘partments
And pile up all over your closet
I wind up all over your side bitch
Time’s up, could’ve been in that clock
With my luck, I’ll never be on that hot list
And I never had love for no dry snitch
Okay, I grew up in the projects
You come around and everyone in your pockets
You never gonna really know who they watching
Take everything and they gon’ leave with your wallet
I bet you never gon’ believe that we poppin’
Take a nigga [?] when they starving
You never knew that I’d be in their Top 10
Like, God damn
Hol’ up

[Hook 2]
This that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Yo, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 2]
Let’s keep it G like “Who knew?”
I’mma get that love and poom-poom
That sucky-sucky, wushu
That gushy-gushy, choo-choo
When I come deep, if I choose to
‘Cause I love beef, and you fufu
Put that lunch meat in my soup, too
Put your front teeth in my Fruit Loops
And I told them, “This that new-new”
And all your tracks is boo-boo
Yeah, this that platinum whoo-whoo
We don’t do platinum FUBU
Better call back-up and move, too
Move soon, or niggas gon move you
Who you? Them dudes is cuckoo
Cocoa Puffs and some fruit juice
I got Netflix and Hulu
Hit up your ex-bitch on OoVoo
Tell her get dressed and then move through
Then I get naked as [?]
Record that shit on Google
Upload that shit to YouTube
After I send it to her, I send that shit to you, too

[Hook 3]
Yeah, this that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Yo, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 3]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain’t none of y’all bastards have hands
Ain’t none of y’all cats are scratching
And y’all move like Action Jackson
But I’m more like Captain Savage
With no black on black [?] madness
Bitch, y’all back on crack like crackheads
Got no platinum plaques or passion
Fuck that shit, I’mma go hard
I’mma go hard, like I’mma go raw
Then we gon see
I told Chi-Money put your money on me
I told Boi-1da, “I wonder how long it’ll take for these rap niggas [?]”
I’mma tell y’all like niggas told me
“Cash rules everything amongst everything, but what’s everything with no peace?”
Fuck the police, hands up in your face
I’m an ice cube with a N.W.A
I don’t like you, and I will fuck up your day
And I heard shit gets real up in L.A
I just hope I make it home by five
Cross my heart, bitch, I hope y’all die
And y’all don’t see shit through both my eyes
Oh, my God, this that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you..
And you..
And you..