Rich Brian – Confetti Lyrics

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[Intro]
A home worth stayin’ at
In my lifetime

[Chorus]
Uh, blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ shit without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin’ winnin’
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain’t got time to give a fuck or worry ’bout my image
I’ma cut it off if I ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from it

[Verse 1]
Ayy, got my mother’s face and my father’s confidence
Walkin’ ’round the party, always lookin’ like the perfect blend
Got my right hand with me, I will never need to fuck no fans
Got real homies with me, never need to hang with bitter friends
Monte Carlo flew in on G5, lil’ bad bitch just turned 29
I’m only fucking for the vibes, I only say hi, then goodbye
Mmm, if you listenin’, congrats, you just discovered fire
I looked at the clock, guess what, lil’ bitch? It’s time to die
She behind on rent
She got two jobs and a kid and still got time to give me neck
You wear loafers to the club, don’t tell me you deserve respect
You use internet to hate, I used that shit to change my fate
(She gon’)

[Chorus]
Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ shit without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Every day I wake up, I live my life to the fullest, bitch
Your dream don’t mean shit if it just turns into excuses, bitch
(Bitch)
I’m just talkin’ facts, I’m just tryna make shit that’ll flabbergast
I’ve been rappin’, all you doing’s talkin’ fast
Man, I’m sure you could prolly do more than that
And I still got that rum up in my system
4-5 proof, that shit is so hittin’
He want problem, I’ma throw fist then
Told that bitch send me the location
Ass fat, she need attitude fixin’
I’m sick, I got terminal trillness
My next album, call that shit Hit List
I kill shit and you are my witness

[Chorus]
Blow me like confettis
On that green-green, man, I got the absinthe in me
Doin’ shit without thinkin’, hopin’ God forgive me
You too toxic for me, pay me for another kidney
(Ayy, ayy-ayy) Always fuckin’ winnin’
Pull up to the Grammys in a brand new Honda Civic
Ain’t got time to give a fuck or worry ’bout my image
I’ma cut it off if I ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from it

Ugly God – Stop Smoking Black & Milds (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro]
Ayy, bitch, ayy, bitch
Ayy, wait, ayy, ayy
Run it back, hey, ooh, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ayy, ayy
Thanks Ugly God!

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?
Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy

[Verse 1]
Stop smoking Black & Milds, with your country ass
You got shit around your mouth, with your crusty ass
You need to go and take a bath, with your musty ass
You need to scrub between your ass, with your dusty ass
Bitch your house got roaches, I ain’t going, bitch I can’t
Last time we spoke, I smelled your breath, it made me faint
Bitch I hopped up in your Honda Civic, all I smelled was paint
I waited 30 minutes for a jump so we could crank
You can’t smoke no black & milds and be a fan of me
That ain’t your hair I know its weave, bitch stop playing with me
I heard your mama kicked you out, bitch you ain’t staying with me
We coolin’ now, but bitch in public you ain’t friends with me
Bitch your Honda struggling with them dents all in the back
You can hit that head, but I won’t let you hit no black
You ain’t classy, you ain’t shit, but a hood bitch
Why you spent your last dollar on that wood tip

[Chorus]
Stop smoking Black & Milds bitch you nasty
How you smoking Blacks but actin’ like you classy?
Why you smoking Blacks? Bitch you unattractive
Stop smoking Black & Milds, hoe you trashy

[Verse 2]
Heard the whole hood hit you from the back
I heard the hood ran a train on your track (choo choo)
I heard your daughter’s only toy was a jump rope (yup)
That’s the black bitch, stop flexin like that’s blunt smoke

[Outro]
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch
Ayy, stop smoking Black & Milds bitch

Jidenna – The Let Out (feat. Nana Kwabena)

[Verse 1: Jidenna]
Everytime I pull up at the let out it’s a spectacle
Heard the shit was jumpin’ like the wall that border Mexico
This the only time we on time and on schedule
Collars on the shirt niggas trying to look respectable
Then I spot her with the fur and ice like an eskimo
Stretching out my cash so I’m hoping that she flexible
Shorties swinging purses and niggas swinging testicles
Eating fast food but we smoking on a vegetable
She looking man, She looking man
Go hook her man, Go hook her man
And that lame tryna holler he a Bond wanna-be
He a Roger Moore nigga I’m a Sean Connery, I know
Now you looking at a man that’s on a mission
Blind-sided cuz your man don’t go no vision
Enemies tryna pack us in a prison
But we gon’ pack up in that old Honda Civic

[Pre-Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah, yeah
All hunt and all prey
Yeah, yeah
Why they looking at the wave
Yeah, yeah
Yall can bring it our way
Yeah, yeah
But awww no you won’t, aww no you won’t

[Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I ain’t givin’ these niggas no points just a shut out
I bet I take your hoe right after they let her out
I’m the boss, the huncho walkin’ with my chest out
I got 3 mill in cash stash it away in the guest house
I’m runnin’ so late, I’m runnin’ so late, I go get the money and shake
Soon as I pull up we run out the let out, we don’t got time to debate
Throwin’ cash off stage, supportin’ the minimum wage
Gotta let my wings fly, if you let me out the cage
If I ever go to jail, I’ma bail out
Then we gotta pipe it up at the let out
Latifah the queen we set it off
We don’t want the deal, the bet is off
Just throw me the ball we hit it off
You say we gon get where we started off

[Pre-Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah, yeah
All hunt and all prey
Yeah, yeah
Why they looking at the wave
Yeah, yeah
Yall can bring it our way
Yeah, yeah
But awww no you won’t, aww no you won’t

[Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

[Bridge: Jidenna]
Broke niggas met up at the let out
Tryna get in we tryna get out
We used to meet up at the let out
On the fox with her tail out
Oooh
We can’t wait until they get out
Oooh
We fresh as hell at the let out
Woooah
We used to meet up at the let out
Woah
Broke niggas at the let out

[Chorus: Jidenna]
Yeah I’m running late so just meet me at the let out
Y’all tryna get in but I’m tryna get out
Niggas getting robbed get shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leaving out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mothafuckin let out
Preying on a fox yeah a fox with her tail out
Ooh I can’t wait, I can’t wait until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet up at the let out

[Outro: Jidenna]
I’m at the let out
I’m at the let out now
We tryna get out
We tryna get out now

Jidenna – The Let Out (feat. Quavo)

[Verse 1: Jidenna]
Every time I pull up at the let out it’s spectacle
Heard this shit was jumpin’ like the waterboard in Mexico
This the only time we on time and on schedule
Collars on the shirts, niggas tryin’ live respectable
Then I spot her with the fur and ice like a Eskimo
Stretchin’ all my carrots so I’m hopin’ that she flexible
Shawty swingin’ purses, and nigga swingin’ testicles
Eatin’ fat food, but we smokin’ on the vegetable
She lookin’ man, she lookin’ man
Go hook her man, go hook her man
And a lame tryin’ holler he a bum on a beat
He a Roger Moore nigga, and I’m a Sean Connery
I know, now you lookin’ at a man that’s on a mission
Blind sided ’cause your man ain’t got no vision
Enemies tryin’ pack us in the prisons
But we gon pack up in that old Honda Civic, yeah yeah

[Bridge]
Uh huh, and know I pray, yeah yeah
Why they lookin’ at the wave, yeah yeah
Ya’ll could bring it our way, yeah yeah
But I don’t know you want, I don’t know you want

[Hook]
Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I ain’t givin’ these niggas no points just a shut out
I bet I take your hoe right after they let her out
I’m the boss that hunt you walkin’ wit my chest out
I got 3 mill in cash stash it away in the guest house
I’m runnin’ so late, I’m runnin’ so late, I go get the money and shake
Soon as I pull up we run out the let out, we don’t got time to debate
Throwin’ cash off stage, supportin’ the minimum wage
Gotta let my wings fly, if you let me out the cage
If I ever go to jail, I’ma bail out
Then we gotta pipe it up at the let out
Latifa the queen we set it off
We don’t want the deal, the bet is off
Just throw me the ball we hit it off
You say we gon get where we started off

[Bridge]
Uh huh, and know I pray, yeah yeah
Why they lookin’ at the wave, yeah yeah
Ya’ll could bring it our way, yeah yeah
But I don’t know you want, I don’t know you want

[Hook]
Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

[Bridge 2]
Broke niggas met up at the let out
Gotta get in, we tryin’ get out
We used to meet up at the let out
On the phone [?]
Ohh, we can’t wait until they get out
We fresh as hell at the let out
Woah, we used to meet up at the let out
Woah, broke niggas at the let out

[Hook]
Yeah I’m runnin’ late so just meet me at the let out
Ya’ll tryin’ get in but I’m tryin’ get out
Niggas gettin’ robbed gettin’ shot at the let out
Heels in her hand while she leavin’ out the let out
I’ma meet my mans at the mother fuckin’ let out
Prayin’ on the boss, he a boss with her tail out
Oh I can’t wait, I can’t wait till until they get out
We be fresh as hell when we meet at the let out

Injury Reserve – S On Ya Chest (Floss Album)

[Verse 1: Ritchie with the T]
Ya Vic said he want that blue collar rap
Man how I’m suppose to bring blue collar back
I guess Groggs is Phonte, and I am early Ye
Cause I ain’t Big Pooh man that nigga lame, yo
Had that nappy headed nigga on they payroll
Had a s on his chest since the Muppets
I can’t wait until I can get to stunting
Get a Tesla and take it to West Coast Customs, it’s nothing
Me and my niggas get it jumping
They askin for a brotha at the door like Lauren London, in Frontin’
We been on we been on something
They just hella mad cause the kid been buzzing
What you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you wanna say it, but that ain’t right kid
This that Aquemini plus a Pisces
This that fuck you come and fight me
To your boss cause he just thinks you’re a nice kid
And could care less if your future was the brightest

[Bridge]
Ya what you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you want to say it, but that ain’t right kid
What you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you want to say it, but that ain’t right kid

[Hook]
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for rest, ya
Ya, and they like how I roll
Remember when a nigga was 5’9 with corn rolls
Now I need pink suits for the whole show
We need Groggs in all pink or all gold
Yah it’s time to floss
All these other dudes they ain’t down at all
Ever since a Motorola, I’ve been down to ball
I’ve been, I’ve been going no time to fall, I said
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for the rest, ya

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
Ready to tour the world I’m done with this local shit
If you got crazy bars then we the locoist
Stay with an A’s fitted like Coco Crisp
Ya I’m athletic even though I’m kind of husky
I got that bay game I still pull the girlies trust me
Fuck you, I’m a lady killer
Word to Green, Al or CeeLo
I’m just a common man out here trying to do it for the people
Looking at these rappers I don’t see too many equals
Stay drinking liquor cause it got me feeling good
Even though this nine-to-five got me mad stressed
Got me smoking more blacks than the hood
But really it’s nothing to me
No time for losses, all we do is see W’s, you like ‘What’s a W b?”
Since we’’re talking about dubs we’re the best on the west
Here to save the game with this s on my chest

[Hook]
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for rest, ya
Ya, and they like how I roll
Remember when a nigga was 5’9 with corn rolls
Now I need pink suits for the whole show
We need Groggs in all pink or all gold
Yah it’s time to floss
All these other dudes they ain’t down at all
Ever since a Motorola, I’ve been down to ball
I’ve been, I’ve been going no time to fall, I said
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for the rest, ya

[Outro]
Remember momma said you need to go ahead
And say it with a yeah yeah yeah
Now I need a vest just in case the pigs spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit we all need a vest just in case they spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But real niggas multiply, yup that’s the saying ain’t it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Riding around and the windows tinted
Yeah we’re breaking necks in the whip we spinning
Shit I’d break a neck in a Honda Civic
I be breaking necks dancing on Thanksgiving
This one makes me wish I never cut it
Had the naturals like my dad I’m stunting
In the backseat swang-
Remember momma said you need to go ahead
And say it with a yeah yeah yeah
Now I need a vest just in case the pigs spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit we all need a vest just in case they spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But real niggas multiply, yup that’s the saying ain’t it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Riding around and the windows tinted
Yeah we’re breaking necks in the whip we spinning
Shit I’d break a neck in a Honda Civic
I be breaking necks dancing on Thanksgiving
This one makes me wish I never cut it
Had the naturals like my dad I’m stunting
In the backseat swinging banging jumping
And the white girls like “Can I touch it?”

Pusha T – Circles (feat. Desiigner & Ty Dolla $ign) letras

[Intro: Desiigner]
Work, hard work (Grrrrrrrrrrah!)
Work, hard work (Git!)
Hard work (Git! Git!)
Work, hard work (Grrrrrrrah!)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Throw that ass in a circle
Tell her show what that work do
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Geeked up, bitch, Urkel
She gon’ throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Throw that ass in a circle
She gon’ throw it back for a boss
Look back for a boss
Make it clap for a boss
Clean it up for a boss
Gettin’ head in my drawers
Gettin’ head with my drawers on
Party Friday like a boss
Maserati like a boss, ayy, yeah
[Post-Hook: Desiigner]
Put you in all that designer
If we get high, you could be my supplier
You can get lost once you find her
We gon’ get high, we gon’ need a lighter

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Yeah, throw that ass in a circle, now
Show me how you been workin’ now
I just wanna be certain now
Surgery’s the new workin’ out
Love the way that you perkin’ out
Compliments to your surgeon now
Ain’t no need to be nervous now
You know the cost of these Birkins?
Never had a problem with it
I just tally up the digits
He count it by the band
I just count it by the midget
If we on the same accord
I’ll take you out that Honda Civic
And they just like to talk about it
I just rap it ’cause I live it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Throw that ass in a circle
Tell her show what that work do
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Geeked up, bitch, Urkel
She gon’ throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Throw that ass in a circle
She gon’ throw it back for a boss
Look back for a boss
Make it clap for a boss
Clean it up for a boss
Gettin’ head in my drawers
Gettin’ head with my drawers on
Party Friday like a boss
Maserati like a boss, ayy, yeah

[Post-Hook: Desiigner]
Put you in all that designer
If we get high, you could be my supplier
You can get lost once you find her
We gon’ get high, we gon’ need a lighter

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Throw that ass in a circle
Throw that ass ’til it hurts you
Let me see what that work do
You can’t hide what that skirt do
Throw that ass in a circle
Make it rain ’til it’s purple
Go all night with no curfew
You should call out of work too, yeah

[Bridge: Desiigner]
Bullets, they fly out the MAC and I’m gon’ clean it
Bullets, they fly on the track ‘fore a nigga fuck with you
‘Fore a nigga fuck with you, fuck with you
‘Fore a nigga fuck with you, fuck with you
‘Fore a nigga fuck with you, yeah I’m too stoned

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Yeah, 911 heaven
Seven figure nigga, laced out with 7/11
Tonight she ain’t yours
She off the 7th Heaven (Let’s go)
Blowbama P, she call me Living Legend, yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Throw that ass in a circle
Tell her show what that work do
Tell her throw that ass in a circle
Tell her throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Geeked up, bitch, Urkel
She gon’ throw that ass in a circle, yeah
Throw that ass in a circle
She gon’ throw it back for a boss
Look back for a boss
Make it clap for a boss
Clean it up for a boss
Gettin’ head in my drawers
Gettin’ head with my drawers on
Party Friday like a boss
Maserati like a boss, yeah

[Outro: Desiigner]
Git! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Grrrrrrrrrah!
(Yeah!)
Grrrrrrrrrah!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Grrrrrrrrrah!