BROCKHAMPTON – ZIPPER lyrics

[Intro: Joba]
Pretty sure I’m maniacal, but what do I know?
I don’t know, all I know is what I see through my monocle
That and the telescope, keep one lens on the money flow
The other’s gold and complemental trusty, well, well

[Verse 1: Joba]
I’m rolling down hills in a suit through the mud
Throw my dress shoes in a fire with the woods
Sit back and relax with the fumes of
Everything I hate in the world
Play Mozart, smoke my cigar on
My estate, keep the cars parked on the front lawn
Neighbors hate, place duct tape underneath their tires
And I wait

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
Sun sets to blood moon horizons
Left brain and right brain divide him
Set frames and watch plays inside them
In the mountains now’s where you’ll find him
I smell a breeze in the morning
I feel your presence, it’s warming
I paid attention to warnings
But we were too caught up in transforming

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Lucky days, I’m feelin’ the force-a
Your boy is dusty like brush up a fossil
Hear that shit urk like the noise of a possum
Bitch, I’m a king, I was born in the castle
Built like a boxer, I’m ready to tussle
Fuck on my baby, I’m ready to bust one
Come fuck with me and my dogs
Hate on my ass like in-laws, uh
That boy stay light like a cheerleader, um
She want me filled like a two litre, um
Eat it all day, watch it ricochet off
Then I skrrt off on that Michelin, aw
They don’t got nothing on me ’til I pop
They don’t got nothing on me, call the cops
I hit that run like a Heisman boy, run it back
Look at that boy, hear that running back

[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]
Shout out to South Central, San Marcos
I got addicted to soft shell tacos
Right now, it’s panties and ramen noodles
Now I see how I’m gon’ make a shooter
Stamina, stamina!
I used to be holding the camera
Head through the glass, throw your window up
Start praying to me like my handle Cortana
We like Wu-Tang but I feel like Santana
Sweet-talkin’ just like she Hannah Montana
Head was clean, Tony Fantano…
Made her my wife-a
She can’t eat ’cause she’s so Bella
Confused erection
Bad hoes, no name, brand slave, brainless

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to
Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talking to

Young Thug – My Boy Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, YSL, Lady V, what the fuck goin’ on, man?
You with me, I don’t want you to dip
The Remedy
Get it

[Pre-Chorus]
Why my bitch ass so fat? Boy, I swear, I know it (I know it)
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spill the beans, lil’ boy, I pour it (pour that shit up)
Hannah Montana, knock him out like it’s Floyd (ooh, ooh)
Never scary, no February, my boy (woo)

[Chorus]
Bitch that’s my boy
I hit licks ’cause that’s (my boy)
I fuck hoes ’cause that’s (that’s my boy)
I need love ’cause that’s (my boy)
I show love ’cause that’s (my boy)
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy
That’s my mothafuckin’ man
That’s my boy, that’s my boy

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, man
That’s just my nigga
I can put you on him, you know my man, yeah
Yeah, that’s my boy
That’s my nigga, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Choppin’ these niggas down with my nigga (ayy)
Hop out with a Glock four pound with my nigga (ayy)
Extended clip hang out the roof with my nigga (ayy)
Fuck ’em by the beaucoup, group with my nigga (ayy)
Anything go when that’s my nigga (ayy)
Bullets nitro and that’s my nigga (ayy)
Pussy game good, she fucked my nigga (ayy)
If you stand beside me, he’ll kill y’all niggas

Soulja Boy – Money Gang Lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Yup
Soulja
Stack on deck money gang
Woo
Turn up
‘Ey
There that nigga go
All that fuckin’ cash
And all that fuckin’ gold
If you ain’t with the gang nigga
That’s it, on my soul
I’ma get the cash and
I’ma get the gold

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck on my chain, (Soulja)
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
It’s all on my chain
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Money gang
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
I fuck with the money gang (SOD)
I roll with the money gang (SOD)
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck money gang

[Verse 1: ReeseMoneyBagz]
My niggas we ’bout that life
Dissin’ us you pay the price
Youngins stay with it got clips with extensions
That cook yo’ ass up like some whites (Brrrr)
We got them cars
We from the hood to the stars
Loud got me higher than Mars
We got them bars
You won’t wake up ’til toma’
Bitches gon’ bust for the squad
(?)
Reese and Soulja go hard
(?) feel like a God
Bitches and broads
(?) they rub and massage
Not on my back or my (?)
(?) yard
I’m off the bars
Bust on her back in a bar
She getting rammed by the squad my niggas go hard
Yeah bitch we stack and we starve
That’s how we roll
Can’t pop out without my pole
Killing the opps is my goal
We taking souls
Turnt up on stage at the shows
Now we is back on the road
Smoking these (?)
In the trap fucking the hoes
They can’t come in with they clothes
Know how it goes
Niggas be jacking my flow
Try’na keep it on the low
But it’s OK
‘Cuz I am out in LA
And I’m finessing that (?)
Bitch I feel great
You cannot hang if you fake
Niggas be friends with the jakes
Niggas be snakes
I’m a G but I drop rakes
Renegade Reese blow eighth
Hop out that gate
When I come through ‘cuz I spray
You can get fried or get baked

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck on my chain (Soulja)
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
It’s all on my chain
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Money gang
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
I fuck with the money gang (SOD)
I roll with the money gang (SOD)
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck money gang

[Verse 2: Lil Chimey]
Huh
Yeah
Diamonds sitting on chain
Me and Reese smoking dope
Smoking dope to the face
10k for a show
Yeah my niggas getting dough, yeah
Balenciagas on my toes, yeah
Cash gang that be the gang, nigga
What the fuck do you claim, yeah
30 shots to the brain, yeah
Fuck nigga getting paid, yeah
I’m in the studio trappin’ everyday
Pussy nigga gettin’ laid, yeah

[Verse 3: Zeof]
We the money gang
Broke hater you can’t hang, (can’t hang)
Dope foreign thang
She don’t understand my slang (my talk)
Hit her like a lick, no candle wick
But I’m lit hit ’em with the stick (bang)
Pull up on yo’ shit, just cruisin’ it
Jaywalk and you can get hit (skrrt)
Dirty Fanta in my cup, in the cut
Just pourin’ up all that mud (lean lean)
T Man got them Ubers full of shooters
Free Rage he’ll fuck ’em up (free Rage)
Two times I’m Hannah
Livin’ like Hannah Montana
30 my lil’ friend
I’m feelin’ like Tony Montana (Tony Montana)
Fly out to Cali
Then we do shows in Atlanta
Passin’ them packs
Shit got me feelin’ like Santa (GMGE)

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck on my chain (Uh)
Money gang, money gang
I be with the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
It’s all on my chain
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Money gang
Money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
Stacks on deck the money gang
I fuck with the money gang
I roll with the money gang
Stacks on deck money gang
Stacks on deck money gang

Tinashe – Party Favors (Nightride Album) letras

I feel like I’m the highest in the room
I feel like I could fucking kiss the moon
See shawty over there, bitch looking at me, she kinda cute
See a nigga over there, he’s steamin’ on up like ramen soup
I’ve been tripping, had a blue dream
Breathe into me, you know
Inhale, exhale, I’m so dizzy
They can’t save me, I’m gone
Woah, oh, they don’t go as hard as I do, oh
I brought some to the party for you, oh
I’ll mix it up and serve it for you
Party favors for you
Party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, Now baby I got that special juice for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Clouds of smoke are rising in the air
I feel their eyes when everybody stare
See a hater over there, they scheming on me cause I’m the truth
I’m with my homies over here and we ain’t got no love for you
I’ve been tripping, had a blue dream
Breathe into me, you know
Inhale, exhale, I’m so dizzy
They can’t save me, I’m gone
Woah, oh, they don’t go as hard as I do, oh
I brought some to the party for you, oh
I’ll mix it up and serve it for you
Party favors for you
Party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, Now baby I got that special juice for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
It’s something fishy going on and I smell it
You leave that dough around that girl and she’ll deal it
Papi stay outside the first time, I just forget it
I know if she get pulled over, boy she’ll tell it
Yeah nigga I know
Hit her with the sham, but no mop and glow
Put that bitch on the E-way and it ain’t no stop and go
I took Hannah Montana before the show
I got 300 bands on me, that mean no Calico
Rolling out that bounty check your visas
Pull up in that ‘Rari watch your G’s house
Hard smile for the one’s that didn’t believe us
Hard dick for the ones that they wanna be with us
Lots of bullets for them boys that misleaded us
Yeah, nigga bustin’, way too hot to touch him
But I’m elephant tusking
Real gangsta, bitch, I’m on my Russian
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you
Oh, Now baby I got that special juice for you
Oh, I got some party favors for you