Lil Tjay – Go In Lyrics

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[Intro]
JD On Tha Track

[Chorus]
Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain’t ain’t never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain’t been broke in a min’
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that’s how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin’ a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

[Verse 1]
Everybody grind, everybody eat
I been on my grind on my two feet
Butterfly doors, it’s a two-seat
JT finna punch, call it Bruce Lee
We’ll spin a nigga block only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like a new feet
Remy Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin’ Gucci
And the good die young, said Poochie
Walk around with two chops, Lil Ducie
Outta town, finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas wanna shoot me
Wear my hat to the back, I ain’t woopty
Had your main bitch eat, she a groupie
I remember block days, it was 2P
In the cell writin’ bars under two sheets
I remember when the crib had no heat
I remember when the opps wanted no beef
I remember spinnin’ blocks in a stoley
Seen a nigga get burned with a bogey
I done seen a good kid startin’ OD
I done seen bro die front of police
So I try not to cry every day now
Swear I still feel the pain when I lay down
If you hit, pussy nigga, better stay down
You ain’t never moved guns through the Greyhound
You ain’t never gon’ spin when it came down
And I really wanna hear what you say now
Keep a pole every day, we don’t play ’round
Backpack got a stash, it’s a spray ground
I remember tryna jugg out the playground
In the stu’ goin’ hard every day now, no, no

[Chorus]
Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain’t ain’t never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain’t been broke in a min’
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that’s how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin’ a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

[Verse 2]
I hope my mother forgive, shit that I did, she ain’t expect from a kid
It’s just the way that it is, stick to your biz ‘fore you start runnin’ your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send ’em lurkin’, they finna get you by noon
You could get swept like a broom, heaven got room, you finna go up there soon
What you assume?
Had to eat, I ain’t start with no spoon
Feel like brother just got me in tune
Now I’m finna shoot off to the moon
Numbers goin’ like Sonic, they zoom
Bitches fiendin’ to give up they coo’
Made a milli’, so long from a goo
I’ma have me a billion soon, nah, nah
I’ma reach for the stars
Ice gon’ cop me a new Audemar
Had to let go like five at the bar
Told the dealership upgrade my car
I be the man, two milli’ plus on the ‘Gram, learn what you don’t understand
You just a fan, soon as you saw me, you ran, bro caught a hit off the Xan’
Boy, I’ma blam, that’s what you don’t understand, no, we ain’t finna throw hands, no, no
Nigga tryna steal my shine
I’ma clap ‘fore you try to take mine (No, no, no, no)
Lately I been on my grind, for a fact, we gon’ all be fine (No, no, no, no)
Haters tryna waste my time, for a fact, I don’t pay ’em no mind

[Chorus]
Niggas can say what they want, say what they want, they must not want me to win
This shit not cap, you a ten, I lost a friend, I see an opp, I go in
Got me some shit that extend, you just all talk, how you ain’t ain’t never come spin?
I told my mama to grin, we at the top, I ain’t been broke in a min’
Father, my bad for the sin, since I begin, I just got lost in the wind
I had to save up for bro, he need a lawyer, he gotta come home again
I need like fifty a show, that’s how it go, I pick up half at the end
Young nigga settin’ a trend, copped me a Bimmer, truly, I wanted a Benz

BROCKHAMPTON – SWEET lyrics

[Video Intro: Henock Sileshi, Kevin Abstract & Robert Ontenient]
F***, s***! (*laughter*)
F***! (*coughing*)
Ah-ha-ha, I didn’t—ha-ha-ha, ah! F***!
I didn’t know it was gonna—hehe
I didn’t know it was gonna hit your dick
Ah, damn that shit {bleep}
Me llamo Roberto
Wait, what? That’s a “Roberto”?

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I’m scatterbrained man, better offer the clone
In Tejas apartments with racists doin’ weird shit
Like, this’ll make the biopic (haha)
Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s, get the wing and tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? (oh, I am, I’m trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn’t you have a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls? (eh)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting
Making ’em say “ugh!”, they worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity
Often they say I’m off it, I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on, I’ll remind ’em with hostility
Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another glance
Running a clinic, no scans, ain’t no one claimin’ yo mans
It’s all pertaining to plan, call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven’t started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at
But that’s too deep

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyoncé’ll take me for adoption
Broke-ass rich suburbs, a civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man, everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a honeybutter, vodka in a Sprite can
When I’m in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter, puttin’ lean in my Sprite can

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]
I got a record but I’m clean as they come
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears

[Verse 5: Joba]
It’s funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
“You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
‘Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street”
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

Justin Timberlake – Sauce lyrics

[Skit: Gino Russ]
Juice, juice is temporary, you know. Anyone can obtain the juice or something. I mean, you could say that just ’cause you got a nice car or something, like, “Oh, man, he got the juice,” you know, it’s something that kind of comes and goes. But the sauce, the sauce is forever

[Intro]
Ooh, sauce
Uh, you got all of it
Yeah
You know, you got all of it
You got all of it
Go ‘head

[Chorus]
Ooh, I love your pink, you like my purple
You must be God herself, can I come worship?
Let’s make some new details, just for your journal
‘Cause you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t
So, go ahead, say I won’t
Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it, throw away that phone
‘Cause I know you miss your snap on a lover, and I can name three or four
But you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t

[Refrain]
Hold up
Ooh, ooh, somethin’ comes over me
It’s always loose screws when you get close to me
It’s like too much to describe, yeah, it’s enough for two lives
And I could never spend all of it but at least I’m gon’ try

[Chorus]
Ooh, I love your pink, you like my purple
That color right between those, that’s where I worship
Let’s make some new details up in your journal
‘Cause you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t
So, go ahead, say I won’t
Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it, throw away that phone
‘Cause I know you miss your snap on a lover, and I can name three or four
But you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t

[Refrain]
Hold up
Ooh, ooh, somethin’ comes over me
It’s always loose screws when you get close to me
It’s like too much to describe, yeah, it’s enough for two lives
And I could never spend all of it but at least I’m gon’ try

[Bridge]
Four times, huh
Yeah, break it down, woo!
Uh huh
So, so, so, go ahead, say I won’t

[Chorus]
Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it, throw away that phone
‘Cause I know you miss your snap on a lover, and I can name three or four
But you keep lookin’ at me with those eyes like you know somethin’ I don’t

[Refrain]
Hold up
Ooh, ooh, somethin’ comes over me
It’s always loose screws when you get close to me
It’s like too much to describe, yeah, it’s enough for two lives
And I could never spend all of it but at least I’m gon’ try
Ooh, ooh, somethin’ comes over me (over me)
It’s always loose screws when you get close to me (yeah)
It’s like too much to describe, yeah, it’s enough for two lives
And I could never spend all of it but at least I’m gon’ try

[Outro]
Uh, ooh, sauce
You got all of it, go ‘head
Ooh, sauce
Go ‘head, you got all of it, huh
Ooh, sauce
Uh, yeah, you got all of it, go ‘head
Ooh, sauce
Go ‘head, you got all of it, uh
Timbo, JT
C’mon

Kendrick Lamar – GOD. lyrics

[Chorus]
This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
Huh, he-yeah (a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

[Verse 1]
Ever since a young man (since a young man)
All I wanna be was a gunman (was a gunman)
Shootin’ up the charts, better run, man
Y’all gotta see that I won, man
Slick as El DeBarge with the finger waves, work it, JT
Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT
I’m at large, runnin’ plays like a circuit, JT
I’m sellin’ verses, JT, watch me work it, JT
Look, look… hol’ up!
Don’t judge me! My mama caught me with a strap
Don’t judge me! I was young, fuckin’ all the rats
Don’t judge me! Aimin’ at your head for a stack
Don’t judge! Don’t judge me! Now my home got a Valley peak
Don’t judge me! If I press your line you a freak
Don’t judge me! Won’t you tell a friend? Y’all gon’ see—

[Chorus]
This what God feel like, huh, he-yeah
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”, huh, he-yeah
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
Huh, he-yeah (a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha)

[Verse 2]
Fuck is you talkin’ to?
Ayy, do you know who you talkin’ to?
Slide on you like fallen drapes
God toss full of carnivals
I kill ’em with kindness
Or I kill ’em with diamonds
Or I put up like fifteen hundred
Get yo’ ass killed by the finest
Everything in life is a gamble
Nothin’ in life I can’t handle
Seen it all, done it all, felt pain more
For the cause, I done put blood on sword
Everything I do is to embrace y’all
Everything I write is a damn eight ball
Everything I touch is a damn gold mine
Everything I say is from an angel

[Bridge]
I don’t rush shit, fuck shit, always your shit, my shit
Cannonballs to ignite shit, morning to the night shift
I’m on, I ain’t sorry for it
Ask for a piece of mine, you charged me for it
I wanna see sometimes if you ignore it
I’m in the streets sometimes and can’t afford it
I got a bad habit, levitatin’, duckin’ haters
Oh my! My heart is rich, my heart is famous

[Chorus]
This what God feel like
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
Laughin’ to the bank like, “A-ha!”
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
Flex on swole like, “A-ha!”
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
(This what God feel like)
Huh, he-yeah (this what God feel like)
This what God feel like

Sweet – Brockhampton lyrics

Lyrics Brockhampton – Sweet

Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf
In a pack but I feel all alone
I’m scatterbrained, man
Better offer the clone
Until you high as a .. with race eyes (chronic) doin’ weird s**t
Like, this’ll make your bio-pic (haha)
Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s
Get the wing tings
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? (oh, I am, I’m trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn’t you have a real big-a*s ego? (no)
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls?(sweet)

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.

The original lick-splickety
Higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally
Master with no limiting
Making em say ugh
They worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip
In your temple of authenticity
Often they say I’m off it
I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on
I’ll remind em with hostility
Hot diggity damn
Everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams
And take another glance
Running a clinic
No scans
Ain’t no one claiming
Yo mans
It’s all pertaining
To plan
Call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO I haven’t started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen
Each line an ocean I can part it at
But that’s too deep.

Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many h**s right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce will take me for adoption
Broke-a*s rich suburbs
I said they ain’t shot, third war
We just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the woodlands
I need a honeybutter
Vodka in an Sprite can
When I’m in the Whataburger
All the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter
Puttin’ lean in my Sprite can.

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.

I got a record but I’m clean as they come
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears.

It’s funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me versuri-lyrics.info
“You better get them grades up
If you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
‘Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world
You could live in the street”
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know.

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t.(sweet)

Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me s**t
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice and my boys and my wrist this flex
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shittt.(sweet)
Brockhampton lyrics
Video Brockhampton

Way longer – Future feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Future – Way longer

I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer than these niggas
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you. (way longer)(x6)

We take them b***h nigga to Bleveland then we kill him (soowoo!)
Trick or treat, b***h, I’m hot as a skillet
Man, I’ve been high for so long, gon lost my feelings (oh my God)
Nigga play with JT, swear to god I’ma lose my ceilings
I got in touch with the racks and I ran ’em up for my kiddies
I spent like fifty whole racks, f*ck up my voice and my kidneys
Young Thug got cheese like croissants versuri-lyrics.info
My shoes don’t got shoestrings so therefore I lace the blunt
Sittin’ in the helicopter, watching these roaches
I’ma pop em all, pop em all, pop em all (pop em all)
Run into yo b***h and told her three things
Drop them draws, drop them draws, drop them draws (drop them b***h)
Pour up a four and take a pill but these ain’t Tylenol
I’m on a one five .., child lock, Young Future gon top you all

I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah)
I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these niggas (with these niggas)
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill youuu.
Future lyrics
Video longer

SUPERFRUIT – Heartthrob (Future Friends – Part One Album)

[Verse 1: Mitch & Both]
Oh no, what’s my locker combo? (Oh yeah)
It’s the birthday of a Leonardo (Oh yeah)
Bells ringing, and I gotta go
And I’m single, if you gotta know
I’m so over James Dean
I’m more of a three names queen

[Pre-Chorus: Both & Mitch]
Freddie Prinze Junior
Chad Michael Murray
Want you to be my
Want you to be my

[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la

[Verse 2: Both]
I’ll go through your Trapper Keeper (Oh yeah)
I wanna get to know you deeper (Oh yeah)
Got a cutie waiting in the cafeteria
Gotta grab a seat right next to ya
I’m so over James Dean
I’m more of a three names queen

[Pre-Chorus: Both & Mitch]
Freddie Prinze Junior
John Taylor Thomas
Want you to be my
Want you to be my

[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la

[Bridge: Mitch]
H-E-A-R double T, H-R-O-B
Joey, Lance, and JT
Maybe Chris after a couple drinks
H-E-A-R double T, H-R-O-B
Joey, Lance, and JT
Don’t forget JC, he can really sing
Ooh yeah

[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, woo!

Stik Figa – The Git Down (feat. Rappin’ 4-Tay) (Central Standard Time Album)

[Verse 1: Rappin’ 4-Tay]
Fresh up out the Testarossa
Still buzzing off that sticky green Cali doja
Last night had a gang of them freaky bitches jocking
It’s the player himself, going to always keep it poppin’
Ripping them off, pissing them off, scooping and talking and picking them off
Six can get off, I’m kicking it off
Stik Figa my nigga, that’s like JT the Bigga Figga
Six-inch stiletto’s, pedal to the metal
You damn right we on a whole ‘nother level
Benjamins, Franklins, Grants, Jeffersons
And tell a broke bitch, to get to stepping
Ain’t no player like the one you got
Another hit from the Bay, it just don’t stop
Macking like this ain’t easy
She said it take a real player just to please me, bitch

[Chorus: Stik Figa]
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town

[Verse 2: Stik Figa]
Ya see I float like a butterfly, sting like an STD
When you pee, better check them freaks
All I have had was teeth like Ali Shaheed
On point like T-I-P, Phife Rest in Peace
See, I don’t trip, maybe I’m old fashioned
Got a new stitch, cut from an old fabric
Tailor made fit, speak when I’m in traffic
I’m in my own lane, follow my own map then
Dripping in sauce, don’t call me a lyricist
It ain’t about the paper then it ain’t that serious
Chill and Netflix it’s bliss in the ignorance
Until you side chick text she ain’t get her period
I’m still going to drink my Henny with the Coke
I’m still gonna stack my pennies like I’m broke
And I might get chips at different on them bro
While I’m Midwest reppin’ with my G from the ‘Sco

[Chorus: Stik Figa]
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town
Never let a sucka stress me out
Players never talk down, respect the crown
Had to put it in they face, they expect it now
And I don’t give them nothing less when I rep the town

[Outro: Stik Figa]
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down
Get down with the get down
That’s just how a nigga get down