Lil’ Yachty – T.d Lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Woah
I’m in this bitch like ayy, damn
I’m in this bitch like ayy
I’m in this bitch like ayy (Lil Boat)
I’m in this bitch like ayy
I’m in his bitch like ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I’ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I’ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I’ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Rappin’ around town and I’m downtown
Big boy gat, I don’t back down
Take a bitch, yeah, I got a sack now
f*ckin’ bad bitches, I’ll blow a bitch back now (f*ck)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & A$AP Rocky]
Woah
I’m in this bitch like ayy, damn
I’m in this bitch like ayy
I’m in this bitch like ayy (Lil Boat)
I’m in this bitch like ayy
I’m in his bitch like ayy (Uh, I’m in his bitch)

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Back to the bando
I Tokyo Drift like the sample
When shit wasn’t sweet and so simple
When it was just churches and candles
We ain’t have no Turks and no Caicos (Nah)
No fresh pedicure for the sandals (Nah)
We learned how to pedal, no handles
Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (Uh)
Like who wanna match? I’m runnin’ the maps
I run it like laps, they runnin’ in last
I might overlap and won’t double back ’cause my past is my past
They all from my path and part on my back
She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf
Mines came with a name, hers came with some change
We want the same thing, let’s not get offtrack (Yeah, uh, uh)
I’m up in that bitch skatin’ (Skatin’)
My wrist alone is the Ritz, I’m sayin’ (Bling)
Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (Uh)
Nigga, don’t make me wait too long (Yeah)
Flippin’ rates of that Grey Poupon
I play you food for all
My bitch watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul
She been around Tyler way too long

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Um
It’s young T and he be that boy
I talk death, but I don’t like guns
I talk love, but I don’t got none
They talk charts, but they don’t got one
You got a stage, then it’s one-point-one for one hour
Niggas came second to me, they so sour
Had a slow climb, that’s why they all doubt ’em
And still came out on top, now that’s power (Uh)
f*ck they respect, I won’t miss a step, I won’t intercept
The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like
Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie
Raw as f*ck, bitch, I feel like sushi
Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy
Neck lookin’ like a thot in labor
But it’s goin’ up like it’s an escalator
Boys goin’ down like Titanic sailor

Yachty here and him from Decatur
Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga
I’m ample, huh
When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (Hoo)
That’s Igor, Igor, he a hot potato
Y’all small fries for example, nigga, um
Don’t run with the ride-a-long, nigga
I’m a catalog, I’m a human Adderall
Little ass bitch, nah, you ain’t in my category
Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, nigga
Y’all rappity-rap, y’all critically ‘claimed, they gassin’ you up
I went to your show and took little nap (Trash)
That’s why we not in the same bracket of tax
I’m that nigga, bitch

[Verse 4: Tierra Whack]
I did it all with the passion, I’m a god in this fashion
Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (Ugh)
Had to pull myself together like it’s all elastic
Got the heart of a dragon, I’m a star, call me Patrick
Heard the bitch was talkin’ shit, so I caught him in traffic
I’m the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress
(Slow down, you’re spitting everywhere), ugh
I’m good, you could take it all away (Yeah)
I’m God, you follow me ’cause I know the way (God)
I’m in Philly and we all fly (Huh)
If we don’t got the whip, we do the walk-by (Yee)
On your new picture, we archive (Ugh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a bitch, chose the wrong side (Ooh)
Mob ties, bitch, you get hog-tied, you chose the wrong side
Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin’ like that
Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back
The cops pulled me over, they don’t know your mom in the back
Big Whack makin’ niggas take herbal and naps
These hoes can’t rap, they need a permanent pack
I ain’t f*ckin’ with you boys, need the cervical cap
Okay, I’m bored
Okay, I’m tired
Sleepy, huh

[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, I don’t wanna be like nobody else (Else)
Lookin’ so good, I might ride myself (Self)
Realize I gotta hide the wealth (Wealth)
Told bro it’s okay to be rich and stealth (Yee)
Twenty-two, I might go f*ck a MILF (MILF)
My twin sisters both white as milk (Milk)
Maybach, inside came soft as silk (Silk)
Put a bitch on the molly, now she tilt
This bitch been killed, built like a crushed can
Makin’ rap friends more sketch than a white van
Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man
f*ckin’ on a bitch and she sound like a hype man
Lookin’ for a fly nigga, I’m what you type in (Go)
Been counted out since I could count (Yes)
Got a public and a private account (Yes)
For my bank and not my Insta’, bitch

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Dance Off lyrics

(feat. Idris Elba & Anderson .Paak)

[Hook: Idris Elba]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off
Get on the floor
Get on the, get on the floor, go
Get on the floor, do it
Come on and get on the floor, go

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I grab my ankle and pull it up
And do that thing where I move my butt
I got the juice, motherfucker don’t use it up
I say woo there it is, then loosen my tux
Then I shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, to the left
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, shimmy, to the right
Gimme, gimme, gimme, everything that you got
Dance off motherfucker, do the damn thing right

[Interlude 1: Macklemore]
She got loose elbows and a big ol’ neck
I like a big boned girl who could work up a sweat
I rock shelltoes and a turtleneck
She just wanna talk, I said, “I ain’t TED”
Dance off

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Your grandma, that’s a bad mama jama
She doing the banana, grabbing my trunk like a hammock
Mmm, she like the funk, god dammit, she can handle it
She tugging my dick, I’m feeling a little bit inadequate
(Dance off)
Your grandpa got a cock like a ham hock
Hella old, hella long, looking like Matlock
Damn dog, I don’t even wanna have a standoff
He drunk talkin’ ’bout he ’bout to take his pants off
(Dance off)
The hater with the macarena
I can Roger Rabbit in my office space
If you watch my pace looks like I’m concentrated
Or constipated when I walk this way

[Hook: Idris Elba]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off (dance off)
Get on the floor
Get on the, get on the floor, go
Get on the floor, do it
Come on and get on the floor, go

[Post-Hook: Instrumental Breakdown]
Rewind
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
I sneak up behind you like a panther
Who ordered the private dancer?
Can I get an amen from the pastor?
Pulled the ol’ “do you want a back rub?”
You must heard like Grey Poupon
Swag on tap like Savion
Jump on the tablecloth, fake a fall
Pretend to break my arm then I’m breaking you off
But please don’t tell my Baby’s Mama
I wanna dance all night ’til the break of dawn
I wanna sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat ’til your make-up’s gone
Baby girl, you looking like a champion

[Interlude 2: Macklemore]
Hey you, you there, get up out of your chair
Paid twenty bucks to get up in this club, put your cellphone down, you square
I be going in, I can’t help it, I got bruises on my pelvis
Ladies, fellas, don’t drunk dial your ex’s
Hello bouncer, I have a job for you
While I’m dancing, watch my shoes
Tonight is the night that we rendezvous
Sweat the fountain of youth, bust a move
Fringe jacket, pants of leather
Tanktop, spandex and pleather
Been a stressful week, I got a lot of pressure
You have a lot of great moves but mine are better

[Hook: Idris Elba]
I challenge you to a dance off
Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk
On the black top, just me, you, that’s all
No cat calls, no tag teams, no mascots
Right now, dance off (dance off)
Get down the floor
Get down the, get down the floor, go
Get down the floor, do it
Come on and get down the floor, go

[Post-Hook: Instrumental Breakdown]
Rewind
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

[Bridge: Anderson .Paak]
Oh Lord, I can’t sit down
Better hold my phone, I’m going for the crown, good God
But I’m confident this is my town
Better hope my feet don’t fail me now, good God

[Outro: Idris Elba]
I challenge you to a dance off
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
(Dance off)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Rewind
Get on the floor
Get on the, get on the floor, go
(Dance off)
Get on the floor, do it
Come on and get on the floor, go
Rewind

BROCKHAMPTON – ALASKA lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
I used to work for people, I made a couple hundred dollars
Wasn’t worth it even, I’m worth a hundred thousand
Not dollars but diamonds, I am mud out the bayou
Rip a page out the Bible, come and crucify me
I’m a long way from home and this ain’t Yellowstone
I trade a white bitch for catfish and yellow bones
This from the catacombs, this for the broken homes
From the south side of cities where my granny home
I moved to California, I bring a Grammy home
I call up bill collectors, “leave my fuckin’ family ‘lone”
We left the corner store on the way to caviar
The coupe is mustard colored, what the fuck is Grey Poupon?

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
Young K.A., never quit your day job, uh
I bring the love to work, I need the day off, uh
I need the [censored], this hard work should pay off, uh
The lights stay off until my mind is made up, uh
A young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff, uh
These niggas copy us, they really need to pay us, uh
I’m from the city where your neighbors fight back
You talkin’ shit, we bring that work right to your lap
I love my niggas like white people love rap
We make the shit you’ll probably never say on track again

[Breakdown: Joba]
Walked through doors all my life, just to close them
Tore down walls all my life, here’s to the other side
A whole new life (feeling the brand new feeling, feeling the brand new feeling)
A whole new life (feeling the brand new feeling, feeling the brand new feeling)
A whole new life (new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new feeling)
A whole new life (new feeling, brand new feeling, brand new, brand new, brand new)

[Verse 3: Kevin Abstract & Joba]
(A whole new life)
Back then when I was hustling, ain’t get no love from them (uh)
(A whole new life)
I paid my own bills and came up with the illest shit (uh)
(A whole new life)
I was tryna find a way to get my family out of it (uh)
(A whole new life)
Spent my days in basements tryna write a motherfuckin’ hit
Nowadays he’s stumbling, they show such love to him
I shut it down to every show, we set the precedent
I’m just tryna show these niggas, life is on some other shit
Keep your head high, smile when the trouble rumblin’

[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
I don’t do what they say, it’s unorthodox
Like bears sharing porridge, just out with Goldilocks
Like Ozzy with no Sharon, he’d just call his parents
So fuck what I’m doing and fuck these damn critics
You should think for yourself, that shit is cancerous
Get my head rubbed by fingers of fuckin’ hair models
Middle finger, fuck the hair up at all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I’d wear a hair net
But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five
Dropped out of Lone Star, booked flight from Lone Star
Was working a couple jobs and quit, became a star, uh

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE. lyrics

[Video Intro]
Wicked or weakness?
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Album Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It’s been that day for me
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, sit down, lil’, sit down, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Bitch, sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (lil’ bitch, hol’ up, bitch)
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Aerosmith – Eat The Rich (Video Single Version)

Well I woke up this morning
On the wrong side of the bed
And how I got to thinkin’
About all those things you said
About ordinary people
And how they make you sick
And if callin’ names kicks back on you
Then I hope this does the trick

‘Cause I’m a sick of your complainin’
About how many bills
And I’m sick of all your bitchin’
Bout your poodles and your pills
And I just can’t see no humour
About your way of life
And I think I can do more for you
With this here fork and knife

[Chorus:]
Eat the Rich: there’s only one thing they’re good for
Eat the Rich: take one bite now – come back for more
Eat the Rich: I gotta get this off my chest
Eat the Rich: take one bite now, spit out the rest

So I called up my head shrinker
And I told him what I’d done
Said you’d best go on a diet
Yeah I hope you have some fun
And a don’t go burst a bubble
On the rich folks who get rude
‘Cause you won’t get in no trouble
When you eats that kinda food
Now their smokin’ up the junk bonds
And then they go get stiff
And they’re dancin’ in the yacht club
With Muff and Uncle Biff
But there’s one good thing that happens
When you toss your pearls to swine
Their attitudes may taste like shit
But go real good with wine
[Chorus]

Wake up kid, it’s half past your youth
Ain’t nothin’ really changes but the date
You a grand slammer, but you no Babe Ruth
You gotta learn how to relate
Or you’ll be swingin’ from the pearly gate
Now you got all the answers, low and behold
You got the right key baby but the wrong key ho, yo

Believe in all the good things
That money just can’t buy
Then you won’t get no belly ache
From eatin’ humble pie
I believe in rags to riches
Your inheritence won’t last
So take your Grey Poupon my friend
And shove it up your ass!
[Chorus]

Eat the Rich: there’s only one thing they’re good for
Eat the Rich: take one bite now – come back for more
Eat the Rich: don’t stop me now I’m goin’ crazy
Eat the Rich: that’s my idea of a good time baby

Kendrick Lamar – Humble (Skrillex Remix)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up, bitch)
(hol’ up)
(hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’ up)
Be humble
Sit down (hol’ up, hol’up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

KENDRICK LAMAR – HUMBLE lyrics

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this…
Waaaaay (yeah! yeah!)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Humble – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – Humble

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaaaay (yeah, yeahhh!)(humble.)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
Be humble (b*tch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
(Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
(Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up).

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the f*ck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the f*ck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play f*ckin’ up your whole life
I’m so f*ckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
Be humble (b*tch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) b*tch, sit down
Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down versuri-lyrics.info
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humbleee
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ b*tch)
(Sit down, lil’ b*tch, be humbleee)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) b*tch, sit down
(Hol’ up, b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ uppp).
Kendrick Lamar lyrics
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Young Dolph – Bagg (feat. Lil Yachty) (Gelato Album)

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
What is that question you asked?
What is in my bookbag?
That’s just a whole lot of cash
Or that’s just a whole lot of swag
I just got back from England
I just made a mil in three months
I just smoked an ounce in three blunts
I pour lean in my Grey Poupon
I never had shit so I stunt, flex
Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I’m havin’ sex
Real street nigga playin’ with paper
So I do it for the streets, fuck a hater
Yeah I threw the money on a stripper ho
But later on that night I fucked a waiter
‘Bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go fuck on your bitch
Take her overseas with me, she in first class
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
Boy that’s a whole lot of swag
Gucci Timberlands with the matching rag

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got the the youth, I got the Benz
Was gon’ cop Bentley but then I got Maybach
That boy ain’t no soldier, he act like Pat Sajak
A nigga so fresh that I smell just like Ajax
Ooh, I got the bag
I got the swag in a box filled with tags
Show off my riches ’cause I came from rags
Jacksonville shawty, my bitch drive a Jag
Nigga run up, on my soul he’ll get dragged
I spend a whole lotta, Louis scarf wrapped like I came from Al-Qaeda
Fuck the rap game, I do not need no writers
I know the shooters and hang with the fighters
One kilo dab, I pipe up more than Rowdy Piper
Viper viper, my bro keep a sniper
Pop pop at your top
Fuck around and run it up like I’m Guap
Ay, never gon’ stop
Lil Boat take your worst day to the chop shop
Over there on the east block
He lives the thug life just like Pac
I live the good life, I’m the don
Young enough to be your mama’s son
But some hire mama’s sons
Still a nigga signing, fuck her older son
Shout out Zaya, got my neck and wrist on pawn

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
I pull up smokin’ out the bag
I’m ’bout to go spend a bag
I count that money real fast
I wonder if that’s her real ass
I’m on the E-way doin’ the dash
All this ice on me looking like glass
These bitches they love me like Shaft
In the trap I perfected my craft
Told you niggas ain’t real as us
Told you niggas ain’t seeing us
Lost a quarter mil re’ing up
Niggas too slow, ain’t keeping up
Sipping on Actavis
Drinking me a codeine daiquiri
Showed up late but fashionably
Every week is fashion week, yeah
Need a bad bitch that set it off like Jada
I don’t wanna fuck, I want you to hold my sack, I’ll pay you
In Pappadeaux eating alligator
My favorite app is a calculator
Yeah, I think I might go spend me a bag today my nigga

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

I can – Migos feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan lyrics

Lyrics Migos – I can

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Tiptoeing on the gazebo
Pulling up ballin like zebo
I am conneted to kilos
Fifty gang members got Rico
Young nigga trapped by the peep-hole
Next to gang got your seat stole
You tried to pull up with that little bowl
My niggas pull up with that truckload
Backwards stouts, eggrolls
Ain’t having clout doing free shows
Everybody know she the cheap hoe
I’m on my bad tortitos
When I pull up it’s the Migos
Bleed til your girl keep her knees close
We shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three).

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist and I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Codeine on top of my stand
Right there by the extra handgun
They told me I couldn’t, when I can
Drug transactions off a Samsung (brrt)
I beat the pot using both arms (beat it up)
I keep that drink when that drought come
Takeoff from Cuba, it’s a mile run (12)
Act in my pimp cup feel like Don Juan
Never forget where you came from (no!)
Preach to these niggas like Farrakhan (preach)
I teach you lil niggas like Daniel Son
Then blow up the spot like Saddam (Hussein)
I’m at the top of the renaissance
I f*ck her face til it’s numb (ayyy)
Hundred round drum
I’m in the slums, grippin’ some, no Grey Poupon
Uhhhh.

I can, I can, I can, I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants (woo)
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance (skrt)
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percy).

Call up Migos, work the work like the Mexicans
Similar to the OG, I’m a veteran
Breakdown the backwood fill up with cannabis
I’m on the molly, percocet, and xanax
Shoot with the chopper, might hit your granddad
We the wave, you tryna’ ride the bandwagon
We young rich and we been havin’
Long hair don’t care like I’m Lenny Kravitz
Real niggas only you pussy faggots
Bought a new chain, call it 20 Savage
Bricks now, used to serve crack addicts
Been with Mariah, no Nick Cannon
My young nigga wild’n out with the cannon
Still flex on my ex b*tch she can’t stand it
20 bags from LA, they just landed
Graduated from trap school, did outstanding
Walk in the strip club like the marching band
Four rings on me
Nigga I might not shake your hand (young rich nigga)
Mexicans strapped like a Taliban
I can hear the snake on my neck rattling
All this water like a nigga was paddling
Hi-tech and Actavis mix up the medicine
Perc and the lean I bet you feel better then
Eatin’ at Cheetahs, I guess I’m a gentleman
I want the plug I don’t talk to the middleman
Geeked the whole trap up, I need me some Ritalin
Nigga my best friend name is Benjamin
Three b*tches, salt pepper and the cinnamon
Still f*ck the law we be bendin’ them
No more catchin’ bags now, we sendin’ them
Old school dirty bird, Brian Finneran
Used to want a bag now I got ten of them.

I can, I can, I can
I will, I am
Gon’ count out them bands
I bought a brand new time piece
And it came with a bad b*tch pants
I bought a pyrex pot put it next to my wrist
And I look at it dance
Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer
Percocet, molly, and xans (percyyy).
Migos lyrics
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