Machine Gun Kelly – GTS lyrics

Huh, huh, huh, huh
Ayy

I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough

Ay, here’s a story, ’bout the time that I smoked
Everything in my inventory, for the glory
And the fact my past is gory, the boy met world like Cory (ay)
Real life, hit like Beckham, shitstorm looked like Maury
The boy lost like Dory, only one way that I’m performing (aye)
Pour it up, pour it up
Keep it coming, I need more of them
Pour it up, pour it up
Keep it coming ’til I’m throwing up
I don’t even go in public, without feeling like I should be on a substance
I’m in my room like a recluse
Look what the fuck you people made me do?

I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough

Okay, okay, wait, feel like Kevin Gates
Kick that ahh right in the face
Kick that shit like Johnny Cage
Stick this dick in your rib cage
Cleveland where the fuckin’ rage
Spit that shit that make you rage
I did acid everyday
I ain’t never been the same
Who the fuck, who the fuck stupid enough to think they can do something to us?
Tell me (who?)
Who the fuck, who the fuck, crazy enough to think they can light stadiums up like (you)
I just wanna know why every time I drop an album they be sleeping and I’m waking them up like (ooh)
Who the fuck, who fuck don’t respect?
You better be paying it up (ooh)

I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough
I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’, to me I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough

Going through shit
Going through shit

Chance The Rapper – Angels lyrics

(feat. Saba)

[Intro: Chance The Rapper]
Angels, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
I got my city doing front flips
When every father, mayor, rapper jump ship
I guess that’s why they call it where I stay
Clean up the streets, so my daughter can have somewhere to play
I’m the blueprint to a real man
Some of these niggas toss they tassel for a deal man
I ain’t goin’ to hell or to Hillman
Igh, Igh, Igh, Igh, for my real fans
I got caught up with a little Xan
Can’t stop me but it slow me though
Yeah nigga famous, you don’t know me though
But every DJ still play me though
Damn man, I don’t even need a radio
And my new shit sound like a rodeo
Got the old folks dancing the Do-si-do
‘Til they fuck around and sign me to OVO
Oooh, I just might share my next one with Keef
Got the industry in disbelief, they be asking for beef
This what it sound like when God split an atom with me
I even had Steve giving out apples for free

[Hook: Saba]
They was talking “woo woo this woo wap da bam”
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand’
Wear your halo like a hat, that’s like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me they keep me surrounded
ADVERTISING

[Post-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Who is you, and who the fuck is you, and who is him?
All of a sudden, woo wap da bam
You can’t touch me
Na, na, na, na, I got angels
I got angels

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
I ain’t change my number since the seventh grade
This for my day one, ten years, seven days
A week, niggas never tired on they Kevin Gates
And if they rest in peace they bunny hopping heaven’s gates
It’s too many young angels on the southside
Got us scared to let our grandmommas outside
You gon’ make me take the campers way downtown
You gon’ make me turn my BM to my housewife
I just had a growth spurt
It done took so long, my tippy toes hurt
You can keep the nose ring, I don’t have to soul search
I’m still at my old church, only ever sold merch
Grandma say I’m Kosher, momma say I’m culture
GCI, 1-0-7-5, angel goin’ live
Power 92, angel, juke, angel gon’ juke
GCI, 1-0-7-5, goin’ live
Power 92, angel gon’ juke, juke, juke, juke

[Hook: Saba & Chance The Rapper]
They was talking “woo woo, this woo wap da bam”
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand’
Wear your halo like a hat, that’s like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded
Wap the bam (na, na, na, na)
I got angels
(I got angels) I got angels all around me they keep me surrounded
Na, na, na, na
I got, I got angels
They was talking “woo woo, this woo wap da bam”
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand’
Wear your halo like a hat, that’s like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded

[Post-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Who is you, and who the fuck is you, and who is him?
All of a sudden, woo wap da bam
You can’t touch me
Na, na, na, na, I got angels
I got, I got angels

[Outro: Vocals]
Na, na
Na, na
I got, I got

Bhad Bhabie – Both Of Em lyrics

[Chorus]
Hear ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

[Verse 1]
From the corner to fame and fortune
Yeah, I see both of em
Tallahassee and Calabasas
Got cribs in both of em
Did this shit all on my own so
I don’t owe nothing
Call Rihanna and Ariana
Yeah, I know both of em
Got two phones like I’m Kevin Gates
I give bitches both numbers
Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes
No one cares ’bout both of em
It’s a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It’s a cold summer
It’s a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It’s a cold summer

[Chorus]
Hear ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

[Verse 2]
Chevy candy coated
And the matte floorin’
Lil baby, cherry red
And the other golden
Everybody on my Gram since I went public
Don’t be callin’ me fam
No we not cousins
Find her with my body guard
No I don’t tote nothing
I ain’t snitchin’ to the troll
No, I don’t know nothin’
Took the number one spot
They act like I done stole something
Ugly and you washed up
Yeah, bitch, you both of em
(Bitch, you both of em)

[Chorus]
Hear ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

Bhad Bhabie – Both Of Em

[Chorus]
Here ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

[Verse 1]
From the corner to fame and fortune
Yeah, I see both of em
Tallahassee and Calabasas
Got cribs in both of em
Did this shit all on my own so
I don’t owe nothing
Call Rihanna and Ariana
Yeah, I know both of em
Got two phones like I’m Kevin Gates
I give bitches both numbers
Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes
No one cares ’bout both of em
It’s a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It’s a cold summer
It’s a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It’s a cold summer

[Chorus]
Here ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

[Verse 2]
Chevy candy coated
And the matte floorin’
Lil baby, cherry red and the other golden
Everybody on my Gram since I went public
Don’t be callin’ me fam
No we not cousins
Find her with my body guard
No I don’t [?]
I ain’t snitchin’ to the troll
No, I don’t know nothin’
Took the number one spot
They act like I done stole something
Ugly and you washed up
Yeah, bitch you both of em
(Bitch you both of em)

[Chorus]
Here ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

Plies – F.E.M.A.

[Intro]
Welcome to F.E.M.A
Finesse, elevate, motivate, and achieve
Let’s get it

[Verse 1: Plies]
Wish Gotti Youngsta Dolph go and squash the beef
Know that shit ain’t none of my business I like to see niggas eat
I done put [?] I done caught a body
Said she don’t want to go to sleep I told her pop a molly
Nickname cement bitch I’m super solid
You don’t like me Bobby Brown [?]
Lady put a nigga bushes ain’t discussing that
You say that you’ll pay me later I ain’t trusting that
Niggas say my nigga must be dropping mixtape
Think that I’ll bust at you in public that’s a mistake
Jack called go and get it ain’t no time to sleep
I ain’t trynna make friends bitch I’m trynna eat
Came from the bottom yo look at how time fly
Hard for me to trust niggas who don’t look in my eyes
Nigga ask for Plies why he bought a Bentley truck
Cuz Ion do what other niggas do you feel me bruh
Was on a beach last night bih massaging me
Whole inside of the crib [mahogany]
I was never supposed to make it past 25
Car full of [?] on 75
Up all night bih like I’m on a pill
Almost cried first time I touched my first meal
Ain’t no social butterfly I keep my circle small
Do some sucker shit out here you come up missing dog
Put that bag for a lot of shit I used to do
Put shit before myself that’s what I used to do
I will fuck a nigga bitch I’m being honest though
One thing I love about myself I keep it a hunnid though
I remember them long nights, nigga I couldn’t remember nights
Bitch said a nigga arrogant, you fucking right
Shout out to all you niggas out here who pocket watching me
I ain’t gonna disappoint you, I’m gonna give you some to see
Had to close another deal it got me motivated
Nigga acting like bitches I don’t tolerate it
If you cross me it ain’t none just stay over there
Bitch my house ain’t no museum you got to fucking [?]
By any means out here, bitch Kevin Gates
Hoe told me I was popping, bitch you kind of late
Lot of you niggas still sleep, hit the snooze button
Bitch I might of still grinding, bitch at 2 some
Still riding with that stick, it ain’t my fault bruh
Too many niggas out here dropping salt bruh
I’m just trynna get a sack and stay in my own lane
Money come before the pussy, I hope you understand
And all you begging ass bitches, I ain’t friendly hoe
And tell your noisy ass friends about there business hoe
And when it’s time to go to war niggas bitch up
You niggas sold a lot for that bag I never switch up

Charli XCX – Lipgloss (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Charli XCX]
Eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-XCX Charli

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 1: CupcakKe]
When we have sex, f-fuck me like you obsessed
Servin’ you pussy for your lunch, so let me wear a hairnet (ahh)
Freaky lil’ bitch when I’m out with Charli
Yeah, we keep more eyes on us than the show iCarly (we do)
Bad bitch, make the way you can’t get over me
Yo ass a pussy, I’m above it like a ovary (bad bitch)
I’m talkin’ everyday, you gon’ wanna hit on this
So sticky, Winnie The Pooh ain’t got shit on this (nope)
Come get you a sample, lick between the camel
Pussy taste sweet ’cause I ate my pineapple (whoop)
Light a couple candles, prove you could handle
Pussy gooey like yolk before the egg scrambled (mmm)
Never trust a man who wear briefs (briefs)
‘Cause he gon’ wanna fuck and keep it brief (brief)
Call again when you need somethin’ to eat (eat)
So I could open my legs, bon appétit, let’s get it

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 2: CupcakKe]
More flavor than Flavor Flav, my pussy is very brave
Give head like a genius, you could grade it the letter A (yeah)
Been fuckin’ since yesterday, still ’bout to escalate
Do jumpin’ jacks on that dick, I don’t get tired like Kevin Gates (mmm)
Go ahead, wash your face, got it sticky like paste
Hand-cuffed, wearin’ lace, yeah, that’s how I catch a case (ahh ahh)
Want another taste, you can meet me at Chase (Chase)
Or catch me outside, I ain’t comin’ to your place
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?

[Verse 3: Brooke Candy]
Brooke Candy
All sticky down south, make it drip drop
I’m a hot shake when I strip off
[?] make you do the crip walk
Got a lip kit, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the lipgloss (uh)
CupcakKe down for the three way
Pump a video when I got it on replay
Can you make that ass go low?
Bring it right back real slow, uh
I’m licking that cake off my face
He ask me can I put my brace?
I know that you love how it tastes
So, bitch get me back that clean cut, yeah, yeah
They say I’m a slut, that’s a compliment
And stealin’ yo’ girl’s an accomplishment
Take a boy, two at a time
I’m gon’ make [?]
Yo Charli get on this shit

[Refrain: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)

[Chorus: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Outro: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
It’s Charli (Charli)
It’s Charli, baby (ahh)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, yeah
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
CupcakKe (Bad, bitch)
It’s Charli (Charli)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, baby
It’s Charli, baby
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, CupcakKe
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, it’s Charli
It’s Charli (Eh-eh-XCX)
It’s Charli, baby

Meek Mill – We Ball (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy

Meek Mill – We Ball Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama
Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its goin’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clear port ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
‘Cause this the type of money get your lined up
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout him
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I hope the lord got us
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m throwing through stuff, I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question god, yeah yeah, these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager
Got rich with Thug scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it went that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy

No love – Kevin Gates lyrics

Lyrics Kevin Gates – No love

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.(no love)

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a f**k where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived b***h, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, f**k who in the way
.. just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it ..
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
Versuri-lyrics.info
I ain’t got no love for you niggas. (x3)

Why you h**s blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga.

What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a b***h who gon’ play her part.

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggasss. (x3)
Kevin Gates lyrics
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Young Jeezy – She Knows (feat. Kevin Gates) (Snow Season 2017 Album)

[Prehook – Jeezy]
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do

[Hook][x4]
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She knows

[Verse 1 – Jeezy]
Have you looking broad day with a flashlight baby
Have you knowing who to call to get this head right baby
She want this dick right now I’m like damn right baby
Let me hit you back, I’m tryna get this sack right baby
Fuck what you heard, I’m bout that action
What that mouth do, I am bout that bragging
Pull up go to work baby, right up in your workplace
Make you turn around, bend it over in your workspace
Fucking with a real ass, get cash, ghetto ass, high class
Bottle of Chardonnay and a blunt ho
And one hit of this’ll fuck your whole life up
Tryna told you this ain’t really what you want though

[Prehook – Jeezy]
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do

[Hook][x4]
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She knows

[Verse 2 – Kevin Gates]
Got your shit together, body of a dancer
Instructor of the pole aerobics classes
I’m getting tired of staring at you when you passing
Old school, leave my number on a napkin
I’m kinda cool, if I was you I would get at me
I don’t get tired, I’m thinking bout you all the time
Want to bend you over backwards, want to pin you to my mattress
Bite your bottom lip and then remove all of your fabric
His voice kind of soft, he not like Kevin Gates
Always got his goons with him, he don’t make you feel safe
Hold your hand out in public, when we walking in the mall
Out to eat, we go wherever they respect that I’m a dog
On the floor, ain’t no messing up the bed springs
Legs spread, bout to do you like some hot wings
Scratching on my back while I’m working out your hamstrings
Double cup a drink, blowing grape to the bat cave

[Prehook – Jeezy]
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have an out of body
She know what this dick’ll do

[Hook][x4]
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She knows

Lil Durk – Mood Im In (feat. Yfn Lucci) (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Six of Hi tech in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
Me and bro ‘nem too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

Vee Tha Rula – Smoke

[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

[Verse 1]
Break it down, roll it up, load the pist, burn it up
Night life for a weapon, tires screeching, turn it up
On this gin and tonic, where the chronic, roll the ganja up
Hide the marijuana from my momma in the closet-uhn
Early mornings, late nights, chasin’ money, say somethin’
Kevin Gates, two phones, iPhone, Samsung
Talkin’ to my nigga on the phone and tell him "hang on"
I’ma grab these trophies, take them back to where I came from
Yeah, large king, large Jay
Lost my grandpa one day
It’s like a large Tinashe the next day
Man I’m so blown, I be gettin’ so high, smokin’ all day
Yeah I’m smokin all waaay

[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

[Verse 2]
If I lose all this money
And I lose all the honeys
Long as I can smoke
I won’t want for nothin’
I just lost my nigga
He was walkin’, took a stray
My bitch was slapped today
I was down, but the smokin’ lift away
Way up to the sky now, I can see God face
Rockstar with the jeans on, get that beat bomb mayne
Versace glasses, I’m hot boxin’, you can even see my eyes
Feel different with a real nigga, I can help you realize
Yeah, flip on you like a spatula
Five pounds in the Acura
Big blood nigga Dracula
Two middle fingers up to the mothafuckas comin’ my way
Said "I’m smokin all daaay"

[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
Almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
Almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke

Lil Durk – Mood I’m In Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

Lil Durk – Mood I’m In (feat. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

Lil Bibby feat. Kevin Gates, DeJ Loaf & Lil Durk – You Ain’t Gang (Remix) Lyrics

(Intro – Lil Bibby)
Hey
Why they hating on a younging?
Said why they hating on a younging?

(Chorus – Lil Bibby)
Ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Ni**a you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

(Verse 1 – Lil Bibby)
Bitch I’m an OG, but I’m quick to pull it like a younging
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bi**h I’m drumming
I was thugging on the corner with my ni**as, came from nothing
F**k these bi**hes, I don’t trust em, I’m a dog, f**k her cousin
They like, Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block s**t?
Get you shot quick round them ni**as I don’t rock with
I seen ni**as turned Christian when they feel that hot s**t
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch s**t
Give a f**k if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I’m a demon, I’ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell like I’m Vondell

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Lil Durk)
Why you floss, pu**y you ain’t squad, pu**y you ain’t hard
Catch a charge bi**h I’m like a God, Vernie pulled his car
Cracking calls, boy I’d get you robbed, 100 thousand law
Think I’m smart get that baby lost, like my lean dart
ATL, pull up we in dark heard you was a cop, you a opp
Flexing boy don’t start dracos in the car
Me I’m Durk, city hate me worst think they hate me first, it’s a curse
Now it’s me and DeJ, 40 in the purse pussy try us
Yo IG a liar got the streets on light
2 times, say it 2 times bi**h I am a fire
Plain Jane, f**king with the town call em Mary Jane
Street ni**a yeah we gang gang let the chain hang Gang!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – DeJ Loaf)
Who’s cuz came with em?
Who’s blood came with em?
Seen them ni**as right there, them thugs right there
Go head I’d dare ya
All that talking don’t scare me
We ain’t ask you no questions
Cause we don’t need no answers
Them niggas saucing for real
I’m getting dope for real
This bi**h she bad
This boss for real
We know you talk for real can’t hang with me and my double rings
What they gon with us
Ni**as ain’t fooling us
Choppa with the clip tell me who to bust
Close the door, pull up and ring the doorbell
It’s a full mink, not a Montclair
You a f**king worm and I’m a boss player

(Verse 4 – Kevin Gates)
We don’t run, I’m in charge
Cooked this sauce, selling hard
Went to jail I got off
You was scared to walk the yard
On a big stand on all tens
Caught me drinking
Iron power push a lot of weight
Naw hah you had thought
Breaking down a whole thang ain’t got to stretch it any questions
Ball faze bought for all the Js and I’m bout to bless em
Female entertainers wanna f**k with gangsta, you ain’t special
No karate thord kick spent the TEC with the suppressor
Bread when I’m Mafia stiffing up all Benz
Slide polo road swag I’m making bags with a business
Action passing extension and they acting as a convinct
John Gotti body go in body bag he can zip
Tellscope go on top of the rifle they think I’m trifling
Put ballfield cleats go to locking in like arthritis
Pu**y s**t uninvited how wrong for no invitements
Twisting….on landlords
60 racks slipped, bullshit in the backyard

(Outro – Lil Bibby)
You can’t hang, ni**a, ni**a, you ain’t gang
You can’t hang, hang
You already know, man
Boss gang s**t
Gang