Young M.A – She Like I’m Like Lyrics

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[Intro]
Hm (She like)

[Verse 1]
Why you don’t love me? Uh
Why you ain’t call me?
Why you insult me?
Why you ain’t home? Why you at a party? (I’m like)
Why you with them hoes that be talkin’ on the phone
With another man talkin’ ’bout they man?
Them hoes that gotta lot of kids
But they ain’t got no money and they ain’t got no plans? (She like)
I asked you a question, so answer my question
‘Cause them the same hoes you impressin’
Type of shit you be on? And you all on your phone
Now, um, who the fuck are we textin’ (I’m like)
Girl, I love you
Them hoes is below you, put no one above you
You know what it is
Now take off them pants, let me rub on your bubble

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I’ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin’, I ain’t never leavin’
Why even trip? (She like)

[Verse 2]
I wanna go shopping
New Gucci just dropped and I wanna cop it
Heard the purses is poppin’
And bae, get the blicky, ’cause niggas be plottin’ (I’m like)
You know that I got it
Deposit the check, then withdraw the deposit
You my Pocahontas
Now check your Chanel, twenty bands in the pocket (She like)
Thank you, lil’ daddy
I know I be snappy, don’t mean to be catty
But bitches be tryin’ they luck
Like I won’t act a buck, like I won’t pull up gladly (I’m like)
They just be aggy ’cause they cannot have me
Them hoes don’t be happy
Call them hoes mani-pedi
Now grab on this, uh, while I grab on your fatty

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I’ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin’, I ain’t never leavin’
Why even trip?

[Verse 3]
Hm, ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy)
Bonnie, fuck a Clyde, this a homicide
When we come outside
Here we come, arrived
She gon’ ride or die
I’ma ride or die
The lie detector said, “That is not a lie”
Yeah
And that is no surprise
I throw up the five, she throw up the five
Yeah
Trigger smoke, get high
But do not drink and drive
My chick know she fine
I would die for mine
Don’t get out of line
Yeah
We don’t dine and dash, but we wine and dine
Vodka with the lime
She be drippin’ sauce, I be drippin’ slime

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I’ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin’, I ain’t never leavin’
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)

[Outro]
What’d you say?
(Ayy) Why even trip?
I go hard like King Kong
Give her this ding dong
She can go up
I’ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin’, I ain’t never leavin’
Why even trip? (Why even trip?)
I just go run some checks, bae
Let’s just go on some trips, bae
Like, why even trip, bae?
Let’s just go on some trips, bae
We on a ship, bae
‘Cause we on our shit, bae
Why even trip, bae?
Let’s just go on some trips, bae

Rich The Kid – Plug Walk [Leafs Remix] Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid & Leafs]
Ayy, ayy
Esketit, mayne, yeaah
Leafs Sensei

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 1: Leafs]
I’ll be going strong
Ik finesse je chick, King Kong
You be in the [?]
Nigga, I ain’t done (nigga, I ain’t done)
Tell me what you lingo
Anders schop ik herres met m’n gringo
Got your bitch sittin’ on my D, tho
But I ain’t flaggin’, that’s my OG, tho
Ya’ll be in the fast life
You be eatin’, that’s life
I’ll be eatin’, that’s right
Trippin’? No way, I’m a [?] sensei, bae
[?] what I say
You can be my bae, ay

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Big ol’ Bentley, it’s a spaceship (woah)
Call me on my phone, I don’t say shit (what?)
I make money when I talk (when I talk)
I’m a boss, take a loss (I’m a what?)
I could introduce you to the plug (to the plug)
Bitch, this ain’t no Henny in my cup (lil’ bitch)
Stayed down, now the racks up (racks up)
She gon’ let me fuck, ass up (ass up)
Plug
I stuck kis in the Louis V (Louis V)
Fuck 12, I’m a G, ain’t no stoppin’ me (ain’t no stoppin’ me)
And my wrist is on overseas (drip)
Rich nigga, you can’t talk to me (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Outro: Leafs]
On the wave like a du-rag
So I ask bitch: “Aight, do that”
Now I’m in the cave like Zubat
Got 2 bad bitches, that’s too bad

SAINt JHN – Lust lyrics

(feat. Janelle Kroll)

[Intro: Janelle Kroll & SAINt JHN]
Nah’ I don’t usually smoke, but the night feel right
And I don’t usually drink, but the lights so bright
But I’m scared of too much, but that’ll light this place
She said “You can get it”, so you know the right price
Lotta’ time babygirl, could be somebody you love
They’re really tryna’ move slow, she told me “Nah’, I don’t rush”
I threw them dollar in the air, but I know I can’t touch
I let ’em know champagne, I’m ashamed of the the thing that we know is lust, but I need it by tonight
Bottles, it rainin’ so slowly
But it doesn’t matter, I’m in too deep, and I know

[Verse 1: SAINt JHN]
I come this far, I can’t fuckin’ complain
I get the seats with the desk on the plane
Parts of my past I’m not proud to admit
So I will confess, there’s no truth in the name
Nigga I’m King Kong to these Snow Whites
These eyes can adjust really good in the low lights
I been around ’em my whole life
Thank Jesus, a nigga never turned to a low life
Still fuckin’ holy, drugs in the crown moldin’
Still feelin’ like I’m Pac when I’m rollin’
Money is the motive, gotta’ tell them what the mode is
Hopin’ I can stay alive in the moment
Still got my mind made up
You don’t wanna’ see the fuck I’m made of
Brought up in the Miami area
This is the beginnin’, only lookin’ at the beta
Never settled down, nigga never go slow
Ride or die nigga, need my own GoPro
Gotta’ feed the fam’, this is all I know
Love for my niggas, these are all my bros
And all I fuckin’ know is the risk
Ain’t’ talkin’ money, then they ain’t’ don’t exist
My intuition is follow the vision
First you caught a wave, but then you went adrift
And I came from the dirt, but I’m oh so vain
Started from the block but I’m on Kobain
I do not say this shit just for display
I pray you don’t give me reasons to pray
And no better, baby, I’m right up
Too late now they can’t save us
Ain’t’ never felt nothing liver
Just the way that the dream made us

[Outro: Janelle Kroll]
Bottles, it rainin’ so slowly
But it doesn’t matter, I’m in too deep, and I know

Saweetie – Respect lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP

[Chorus]
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
He be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
We be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup

[Verse 1]
He said, “Bae, go and get ready”
It’s early, but time, I need plannin’
Hop in the shower, I always smell good
My scent is like blossom in Paris
I need a towel, I’m drippin’
Pour me some Henny, I’m sippin’
Might take a puff ‘fore I’m bakin’ my face
To make sure my makeup not shiftin’
Delicate soap on my body
Look at my rings, they are rocky
I shit with my niggas, we shit on these bitches
He love that I’m bougie and cocky
Respect me like Tony Montana
I am a baby Madonna
You fuckin’ with him, you fuckin’ with me
Defendin’ my baby’s an honor

[Chorus]
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
He be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
We be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup

[Verse 2]
We pull up to the party, all these bitches starin’ at him
But my nigga made it clear that he off limits, you can’t have him
He the realest man I know, so I never gotta trip
What he need I always got, I’m makin’ sure he never slip
He the savage of them all, he the one his partners call
Make shit right when they do wrong
Man I call that boy King Kong
He a beast out in the jungle, yeah we make the perfect couple
Makin’ sure he never fumble, take a shot, shit make it double

[Chorus]
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
He be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup
We be in the club, niggas give him dap
I love it when a nigga got it like that
We be in the club, nigga, say what’s up
They respect that nigga, gon’ ‘head, fill this double cup

Cimorelli – Standing Inthe Hall Of Fame lyrics

Yeah, You could be the greatest
You can be the best
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest
You could beat the world
You could beat the war
You could talk to God, go banging on his door
You can throw your hands up
You can beat the clock
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
You can be a master
Don’t wait for luck
Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself
Standing in the hall of fame
And the world’s gonna know your name
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world’s gonna know your name
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame
You could go the distance
You could run the mile
You could walk straight through hell with a smile
You could be the hero
You could get the gold
Breaking all the records that thought, never could be broke
Do it for your people
Do it for your pride
How you ever gonna know if you never even try?
Do it for your country
Do it for you name
‘Cause there’s gonna be a day
When your, standing in the hall of fame
And the world’s gonna know your name
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world’s gonna know your name
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame
Be a champion, be a champion, be a champion, be a champion
On the walls of the hall of fame
Be students, be teachers
Be politicians, be preachers
Be believers, be leaders
Be astronauts Be champions
Be truth seekers
Be students, be teachers
Be politicians, be preachers
Be believers, be leaders
Be astronauts, be champions
Standing in the hall of fame
And the world’s gonna know your name
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame
And the world’s gonna know your name
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame
You could be the greatest, you can be the best
(You can be a champion)You can be the King Kong banging on your chest
You could beat the world (you can be a champion)
You could beat the war (you can be a champion)
You could talk to God, go banging on his door (you can be a champion)
You can throw your hands up (you can be a champion)
You can beat the clock (you can be a champion)
You can move a mountain (you can be a champion)
You can break rocks (you can be a champion)
You can be a master (you can be a champion)
Don’t wait for luck (you can be a champion)
Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself (you can be a champion)
Standing in the hall of fame (you can be a champion)

Migos – Movin’ Too Fast lyrics

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water

[Verse 1: Offset]
Yeah, came in the game, tryna aim for the best
Chain for the gang, ain’t bought this shit (gang bang)
Everybody ’round me sellin’ cold bricks (freeze)
We let it fly with the fire with no kick (brrr)
I don’t wanna unify with no clique (who?)
Thirty plus a .45 on my wrist (woo)
42 on the dial, that’s a big shield (yeah)
Livin’ life, wanna vibe with my bitch (ayy)
500K to the cancer (woo)
Come ride with the wave, but I’m handsome (wave)
Givin’ back to the face of the planet (givin’ back)
Then I bust out a chain with a niner (bust down)
Ain’t shit basic, baby (basic), ain’t ’bout to feed you fugazi, baby (baby)
Yeah, I’m from the nawf side, baby, you’re fuckin’ with a big dog, all-star, baby (ayy)
My heart is so numb, I cannot cry, I don’t got feelings (no, woo)
Up to par and I’m on fire and I got millions (and I’m on fire)
Smokin’ on cookie, it end up in ashes for all my niggas (smokin’ on cookie)
I’m only fuckin’ with gang ’cause I cannot fuck with these niggas (gang)

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water (argh)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The streets on beast (beast), I’ma put the streets on me (streets on me)
She suck me to sleep (sleep), told her, “don’t put your teeth on me” (your teeth on me)
Ridin’ ’round in a Range, ain’t worried ’bout a thing and the thing on me (brrrp)
Switch lanes with your main thing, I been with the gang in L.A all week (skrrt, I’m lyin’)
I got the dogs with me (dogs) and I’ma let ’em off the leash (off)
She keep callin’ me (call) ’cause the sheets on leak (drip, splash)
Ain’t shit basic, baby, ain’t ’bout to feed you for free (no, no)
Ain’t no fugazi, baby, naw these diamonds ain’t cheap (hell nah)

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water (argh)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Beat on my chest, beast, Huncho, King Kong (beast, beast)
You singin’ ’bout the bando, Nat King Cole (Nat King Cole)
Solitaires, bounce, diamonds ping-pong (ping-pong)
Make you wrist trap and hit a ringtone (brrrp)
Grandma, got weak, she flew straight home (grandma, yeah)
Now we count all of the blessings thrown (count ’em, count ’em, yeah)
Big boy ice, all in the necklace, froze (froze)
Pause, but I put all of my besties on
Lookin’ like a lion on the streets (yeah), lookin’ like a lion ’bout to feast (feast)
Pop one, he’ll go beast (pop one), represent the Land of the Free (free)
But some of my niggas in the cell (cell), so I don’t even know what that mean (no)
I bet nigga vouch for me (yeah), ’til all mini dots go green (green, yeah)
Huncho

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beast (streets)
I been geeked all week (geeked)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep), cross-eyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah, gas tank on E, yeah, but the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion (huh), yeah, head’s on like a bull (bull)
Yeah, nigga talk real fast (huh), ’til I got the cash and I ran past (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass tellin’ me, “Boy, you movin’ too fast” (grandma, ayy)
Cash deposits, get the kicks just to match the watches (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Hit the gas and harrass the ‘rari, diamonds bitin’, this glass is water

Slim Thug – R.I.P. Parking Lot (feat. Paul Wall)

[Intro]
You know what I’m saying?
We just on some H town, Texas shit, that’s all
So, our City
Daddy Houston

[Verse 1]
I’m in the Cadillac, with my bling on
Pinky ring on, my whole team on
And we on this throne, I’m talking King Kong
Spit game, so cold, I need a mink on
Ha, rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s a quarter mil, sitting in my parking spot, hey
Grew up on that cash money so I stunt a lot
This my Sunday car, this ain’t the only one I got
Say lil’ momma come roll with a real nigga
Roll a fatty while you roll with a real nigga
Hit it all night, next day you still with her. we good
If you could roll a good J, I can chill with ya’ Thugga

[Chorus]
Rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s a quarter mil, sitting in my parking spot
Grew up on that cash money so I stunt a lot
This my Sunday car, this ain’t the only one I got
Rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s the cleanest slab sitting in my parking spot
Grew up on that S.U.C so I swang a lot
This my Sunday car, this ain’t the only slab I got, moment of silence

[Verse 2]
Rest in Peace to the parking lot
Take some wire wheels partner, I don’t ride, stop
Bass not banging, screw top, 2Pac
If you think I’m thinking ’bout you, I think not
Fresh feet, fresh kicks and a phat knot
Panoramic roof open to air out the pot
Wood grain, matching Rollie no tip top
Full of rocks and you can bet that I keep the Glock
With one cock
So keep my name out your jacking plot
When you riding clean all the boppers bound to flop
And when you kiling boys, guaranteed to hate us not
If you looking for me I’ll be dripping candy with the Trump pop
Rest in Peace

[Chorus]
Rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s a quarter mil, sitting in my parking spot
Grew up on that cash money so I stunt a lot
This my Sunday car, this ain’t the only one I got
Rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s a candy slab sitting in my parking spot
Grew up on that S.U.C so I swang a lot
This my Friday car, this ain’t the only one I got

[Outro]
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
One time for them slab riders (slab riders)
Moving through the motherfuckin’ city looking good
Keep swangin’ (keep swangin’)

XXXTENTACION – Shining Like the Northstar Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh
Oh my god, Ronny!

[Chorus]
Audemar, huh, on God, huh
Take it off, huh, get in car, huh
Shorty ride dick like a pornstar, huh
I’m a soul eater like Black Star, huh
And she let me beat, feel it in her feet
Diamonds in my teeth, talk ain’t cheap
Waka-waka, eh, eh, eh, hypebeast
What a nigga say? Hey, wanna fight B?
Audemar, huh, on God, huh
Take it off, huh, get in car, huh
Shorty ride dick like a pornstar, huh
I’m a soul eater like Black Star, huh
And she let me beat, feel it in her feet
Diamonds in my teeth, talk ain’t cheap
Waka-waka, eh, eh, eh, hypebeast
What a nigga say? Hey, wanna fight B?

[Verse 1]
Treat that pussy just like ping pong
Back and forth just like I’m King Kong
At your city nigga, ding dong
At your phone just like a, mm, uh
At your front door like Jehovah’s Witness
I’m too kind so I’ma spare the witness
Fresher than a nigga with a retweet
Dreads is real as fuck they not extensions
Count up my feta, yuh
Treat on margiela, yuh
Like Finding Nemo I hope you go belly up
Never mind, kill ’em with kindness
Call me your highness, heard you a friend, gotta sign up
These niggas slower than some tortoises, hm
I got machine gun like, what you say?, hm
Bitch, I am real like The Walking Dead, uh
Dude fuck around, leave you Walking Dead, hm

[Chorus]
Audemar, huh, on God, huh
Take it off, huh, get in car, huh
Shorty ride dick like a pornstar, huh
I’m a soul eater like Black Star, huh
And she let me beat, feel it in her feet
Diamonds in my teeth, talk ain’t cheap
Waka-waka, eh, eh, eh, hypebeast
What a nigga say? Hey, wanna fight B?
Audemar, huh, on God, huh
Take it off, huh, get in car, huh
Shorty ride dick like a pornstar, huh
I’m a soul eater like Black Star, huh
And she let me beat, feel it in her feet
Diamonds in my teeth, talk ain’t cheap
Waka-waka, eh, eh, eh, hypebeast
What a nigga say? Hey, wanna fight B?

Migos – Movin’ Too Fast lyrics

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beats
I been geeked all week (geek)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep)
Crosseyed, make a nigga go weak (uh)
Yeah that’s take-home leave
But the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion
Yeah, head’s on like a bull
Nigga talk real fast
Till I got the cash, hundred round racks (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass
Telling me “boy you movin’ too fast” (grandma)
Cash deposits
Get the kicks just to match the watches
Getting harassed the ‘rari
Diamonds biting, this glass is water

[Verse 1: Offset]
Came in the game, tryin’ to aim for the best
Chain for the gang, ain’t bought this sh*t (gangbang)
Everybody ’round me selling cold bricks (freeze)
We let it fly with the fire with no kick
I don’t want you to fire with no clip
Thirty plus a .45 on my wrist
42 on the dial that’s a big shield
Livin’ life, wanna vibe with my bitch
500k to the council
Come ride with the wave, but I’m handsome
Giving back to the face of the planet
Then I bust out a chain with a [?] (bust out)
Ain’t sh*t basic, baby
Ain’t bout to get you fugazi, baby
You’re from the north side, baby
You’re f*cking with a big dog, all star, baby
My heart is so numb
I cannot cry
I don’t got feelings
Up to par
And I’m on fire
And I got millions
Smoke and cookin’ it end up in ashes with all my niggas (smoking and cookin’)
I’m only f*cking with gang
‘Cause I cannot f*ck with these niggas (gang)

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beats
I been geeked all week (geek)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep)
Crosseyed, make a nigga weak (uh)
Yeah that’s take-home leave
But the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion
Yeah, head’s on like a bull
Nigga talk real fast
Till I got the cash, hundred round racks (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass
Telling me “boy you movin’ too fast” (grandma)
Cash deposits
Get the kicks just to match the watches
Getting harassed the ‘rari
Diamonds biting, this glass is water

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The streets on beast (beast)
I’ma put the sheets on me (streets on me)
She suck me to sleep
But don’t put her teeth on me
Ridin’ ’round in a Range
Ain’t worried bout a thing, anything on me
Switch lanes with your main thing
I been with the gang, in the lair all week
I got the dogs with me
And I’m a let em off the leash
She keep calling me (call)
‘Cause the sheets on leak
Ain’t sh*t basic, baby
Ain’t ’bout to feed you for free
Ain’t no fugazi, baby
No these diamonds ain’t cheap

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beats
I been geeked all week (geek)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep)
Crosseyed, make a nigga weak (uh)
Yeah that’s take-home leave
But the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion
Yeah, head’s on like a bull
Nigga talk real fast
Till I got the cash, hundred round racks (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass
Telling me “boy you movin’ too fast” (grandma)
Cash deposits
Get the kicks just to match the watches
Getting harassed the ‘rari
Diamonds biting, this glass is water

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Beat on my chest, beast
Huncho, King Kong
You singin’ ’bout the bando, Nat King Cole
Solitaires, bounce, diamonds ping pong
Make you wrist trap and hit the ringtone
Grandma, got weak, she flew straight home
Now we count all of the blessings through
Big boy ice all in the necklace froze
Pause, but I put all of my besties on
Looking like a lion on the streets
Looking like a lion ’bout to feast
Pop one he’ll go beast
Represent the land of the free
But some of my niggas in the cell
So I don’t even know what that mean
I bet nigga vouch for me
The [?] mini dots go green
Huncho

[Chorus: Offset]
I put the streets on beats
I been geeked all week (geek)
I go to sleep, I don’t eat (sleep)
Crosseyed, make a nigga weak (uh)
Yeah that’s take-home leave
But the safe on full (full)
Yeah, got the heart of a lion
Yeah, head’s on like a bull
Nigga talk real fast
Till I got the cash, hundred round racks (racks)
Ooh, grandma on my ass
Telling me “boy you movin’ too fast” (grandma)
Cash deposits
Get the kicks just to match the watches
Getting harassed the ‘rari
Diamonds biting, this glass is water

King Kong – Diamante FMM versuri

Versuri Diamante FMM – King Kong

Eu sunt miezul dintr-o doaja
Punctul de pe i
Succesul in persoana
Tot ce ti-ai dori sa fii
Transparenta si tarie ca vodca
Mie mi se mai zice si borsul din ciorba lui ma-ta
Diamante in evolutie
Apusul din torace
Intreaba-l pe popica, dai un ban da stii ca face
Sunt lin ca adevarul si de aia va stau in drum
Daca voi nu ma vreti, eu nici atat
Sa va f*t.(King Kong)

Din Bucale pana in Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kong, King Kong, King Kong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kong, King Kong
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.

Bad juju stii
Eu te aprind foc la bujii
Cand te vad nici nu mai stii
Cine esti si de unde vii
Sper ca stii
Ca bati campii
Dar nu iti perimiti sa ma intretii
Ca sunt calatoare prin Kooong si
Animala prin Kooong si
Unde dai si unde capra
Tine-ti sabia in teaca
Liga mea ninja-i subsemnata
Eu sunt solo tu iti repeti aceasi placa
1.65 pe toc toc
Fac ce fac, in top ma intorc
Dau cu pace la surori si frati
Cand noi rulam voi derulati.

Din Bucale pana in Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Versuri-lyrics.info
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.

Chuck Borris mamma mia
Vars cerneala simfonia
Tu esti mono io cu ai mei
Ti-am creat polifonia
Bat pumnii in piept gorila
King ca King Kooong Godzilla
Zi-le la toti ai tai ca
Vin diamantele ba
2017 nivelu cutremur pe bas nu tremur
Si casa si clubul sare cartierul
Si eu nu ma schimb dupa vremuri
Decibelii mei pentru fratii mei
Peste anii grei in goana dupa lei
Ielelelelei dimantele animalele spaimele hooo.

Diamante FMM.

Din Bucale pana in hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Pana-n Hong Kooong
Vibrez pe song
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong
Eu te atrag ca un magnet ca ce fac e atat de wrong
King Kooong, King Kooong, King Kooong.
Versuri Diamante FMM
Video Kong

El presidente – Marteria songtexte

Songtexte Marteria – El presidente

Stewardess mit Flugangst, depressiver Clown
Stehst unter Strom, doch pinkelst gegen diesen Zaun
Hebamme mit Kinderhass, Öko mit Monster-Trucks
Spiderman mit Spinn’nphobie, ‘ne Nadel, die kein’n Kompass hat
Friedensaktivist und Bordsteinschläger
Ein vom Pech verfolgter Schornsteinfeger
Deutsche-Bahn-Chef ist pünktlich beim Privatjet
Füllt Champagner ab in Portweingläser
Fensterputzer – deine Brille ist verdreckt
Sagst, dass du meditierst, doch die Stille ist nicht echt
King Kong ohne Hochhaus, vom Milliardär zur Klofrau
Egal wie schön das Wort, bei deiner Stimme wird mir schlecht.(el presidente)

El Presidente – Werd’ doch einfach Präsident
El Presidente – Regier doch gleich die ganze Welt
El Presidente – Du hast dafür genug Talent
Druck dein Gesicht auf unser Geld
El Presidenteee – Werd’ doch einfach Präsident
Presidenteee – Regier doch gleich die ganze Welt
El Presidenteee – Du hast dafür genug Talent
Druck dein Gesicht auf unser Geld
El Presidente.

Yeah, yeah, yeahhh
Von Butterfly zum Schmetterlingszüchter
Betrachtest deine Schnapsfässer ganz nüchtern
Nimmst das schwarze Weiß, dein Meisterwerk heißt Zebraherden
Bist Asthmatiker, doch willst eigentlich Trompeter werden
Sternzeichen: Elefant, die Welt aus Porzellan
Ein Briefträger ohne Postleitzahl’n
Ein Baumfäller mit Nagelfeile
Kannst nicht schwimmen, doch wohnst am Kap der guten Hoffnung und bist Bademeister
Dein harter Kern wird weichgespült versuri-lyrics.info
Ein Schweizer Uhrwerk ohne Zeitgefühl
Rammst den Eisberg, gehst im Eismeer unter
Ein Orchester ohne Dirigent, das einfach immer weiter spielt.

El Presidenteee – Werd’ doch einfach Präsident
El Presidenteee – Regier doch gleich die ganze Welt
El Presidenteee – Du hast dafür genug Talent
Druck dein Gesicht auf unser Geld
El Presidenteee – Werd’ doch einfach Präsident
Presidente – Regier doch gleich die ganze Welt
El Presidenteee – Du hast dafür genug Talent
Druck dein Gesicht auf unser Geld
El Presidenteee.

Yeah, reite die Welle, verprass’ die Million
Bau dir ein’n Palast und bewach deinen Thron
Sitzt auf deiner Zitadelle mit ‘nem Fernglas aus Chrom
Genieß deine Zeit bis zur Revolution!

El Presidenteee. (x8)
Marteria songtexte
Video presidente

Curren$y – King Kong (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeahh… Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga
Everybody around this bitch got money
We ain’t never gon run outta weed
Yeah, look up

[VERSE 1]
Hollow a mountain out
Build a villa in it, pimp that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
Uh, Closed minded lil’ children, I write my way to a million, lookin’ out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin’ in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin’ the title with the precision of a hunter’s rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon’ stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin’ defensive lineman homie who gon’ block em

[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8, goin ape for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

[VERSE 2]
Yea, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin’ the partition so the driver won’t bother me
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
Hopin’ for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I’m comin back for it

[HOOK]
Tearin thru the city
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8, goin ape for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Curren$y – Seat Change (feat. Snoop Dogg) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeah jets fool, Pilot Talk nigga,
Everybody around this bitch got money,
We ain’t never gon’ run outta weed, yeah, look up

Holla a mountain out
Billa villa in here, pimp that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
Closed minded lil’ children,
I write my way to a million, lookin’ out the plane windows
Fuck around get popped like a collar
For slippin’ in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you like me
Your idol and your rival I be
Holdin’ the title with the precision of a Honda’s riffle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Eagle droppin’ it’s the fly shit who gon stop him
On the ground I am like a quarterback attackin’
Defensive line men homie who gon’ block em

Tearin’ through the city
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8 goin’ 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Yea, came up put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flier society raisin a partition so the driver won’t bother me
Women wishin’ for a position on either side of me
Hopin’ for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin’ my cheese, smokin’ my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the chopper tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The view from my rockin’ chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city
With my brother now I’m comin’ back for it

Tearin’ through the city
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8 goin’ 8 for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Gavin DeGraw – Making Love With The Radio On

One, two, three, four I tried giving up
Walked through quite enough
Had to call it a day
From an ex who showed up falling to
Grand piano falling on the edge of the parkway
Got no good advice Hotline called me twice
Said, "I went through the wall
Do you have a quote to lend me
Or a friend to send me?"
But I got no help at all
So I loosened my lips
And let a little prayer I memorized
Do what I just wished
And suddenly, to my surprise
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Snatched my medicine light it like Edison
Turned it right up to the sky
You’re my absolutely fictional
Pure perfection my Venetian boat ride
Blown out speakers and worn out tweeters
And still I get the effect
If you got my go-to living
Even get me in the spirit
Even if I’m a complete wreck
Don’t you call it a flaw
Everybody needs some a peace of mind
It should be the law
To take a little private time
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that jam
Grabbed my baby right by her hand
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
I want to feel like this, so hold me forever
Emotions are real like this and flow like a river
And you are the only one
Oh, DJ, when you play my song
Make me feel bigger than an old King Kong
At the risk of this coming out wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
Oh, every time I hear that sound
Engine running and I’m homeward bound
Even if my day was going all wrong
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
Feel like making love with the radio on
With the radio, with the radio
With the radio
With the radio, with with the radio

Booba – Foetus (Autopsie 0 Album)

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 1]
Parti du testicule droit, plus rapide que Michael Phelps
9 mois plus tard, pas de place pour les faibles
J’irai en prison à 20 ans
Pour l’instant je suis violet comme un billet de 500
J’ai des faux flingues je te tire dessus
En maternelle je mange du sable, je me pisse dessus
J’apprends à chasser comme un petit lionceau
Plus tard tu viendras me voir pour ta conso
Encore trop jeune pour qu’on me traite de sale renoi
Je me sens proche des negros plus noirs que moi
École primaire, élève de classe moyenne
Pour être au top je deviendrai mi-homme mi-hyène
J’ai peur du noir, du croque-mitaine
J’ai la trique devant les clips de Farmer Mylène
Je vois l’Afrique à la télévision
"Elle meurt peu à peu", disent ils dans leurs chansons

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 2]
Très tôt je pars au bled, je reviens marqué
Blessé, je rentre en France pour les maquer
Public Enemy la sonorité
Je ne tolère ni uniforme, ni autorité
Ils ont Canal + en décrypté
Je fais mes courses aux puces, je suis dans la street à kritker
Pas de relation stable, elles viennent je les baise
Je dois rester focus, je monte sur tous les dièses
Les plus sages me disent de me ranger
Mais je suis déter’ sur le ter-ter, pas prêt de changer
Mylène Farmer ne me fait plus bander
Mc Hammer ne me fait plus danser
Par contre la rue me fera chanter
Elle me détruirera, me le dira, m’y fera penser
Je ne sais que mordre, on m’a interdit de lécher
Je veux pas de ton poisson, je veux que tu m’apprennes à pêcher

[Refrain]
Foetus je défierai quiconque
Beaucoup plus grosses que des balles de ping-pong
Je me frappe le torse comme King Kong
Charge comme Mohamed, Tyson, dès le ding-dong

[Couplet 3]
100-8 Zoo, les négros veulent B2O
Flow de grizzli, je rappe so easily
Meneur, leader, black entrepreneur
Inspiré par Martin Luther et Shawn Carter
La street mon premier amour
J’ai du la tromper, mais je l’aimerai toujours
Je me devais de communiquer
Ma self-education, ma rage de guerrier soninké
Des bancs de la school, au port de la cagoule
Des crayons de couleurs, aux uzis mitrailleurs
Flash back ! Du landeau à la Maybach
Du premier esclave au premier président black
J’ai souffert, d’autres ont souffert beaucoup plus
Pour eux je dechaîne l’enfer, les degrés Celsius
A César j’esquisse un rictus
Incline-toi devant le purple foetus

Alizee – La Guerre En Dentelles (5 Album)

Entre filles ça dézingue
Ça se règle à coups de flingue
Et ça en fait du Bang Bang
Entre filles ça se déglingue
Et c’est la loi de la jungle
Poupée vaudou, coup d’épingle
Entre filles c’est dingue

C’est la guerre des nerfs
Ça dégénère
C’est la guerre des demoiselles
La guerre en dentelle
Mais c’est la guerre quand même
C’est la guerre entre jupons
Entre copines ça se crêpe le chignon
Tout ça pour quoi ?
Tout ça pour un garçon

Entre filles ça tangue
Ça s’uppercut, ça s’étrangle
Ça joue à la guerre des gangs
Entre filles sonne le gong
Sur le ring ça fait Ding Dong
C’est d’la boxe, pas du ping-pong
Entre filles ça gronde

C’est la guerre des nerfs
Ça dégénère
C’est la guerre des demoiselles
La guerre en dentelle
Mais c’est la guerre quand même
C’est la guerre entre jupons
Entre copines ça se crêpe le chignon
Tout ça pour quoi ?
Tout ça pour un garçon

Soudain à ta porte sonne le gong
Dans ton judas la Joconde
Dans tes bras tombe une blonde
Elle a largué son King Kong
Ici ta rancoeur sucombe
Fini la guerre, l’hécatombe
On désamorce les bombes
Fini la guerre des nerfs
On récupère
On se rabiboche sur le dos d’un garçon

Twisted Insane – The Return (Shoot For The Face 2 Album)

[Intro: Twisted Insane]
Round Seven…

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
It’s the return
Tell me when the fuck is everybody finna learn
Ain’t nobody on my level he could be the devil i don’t gas shit to give them burn
Ain’t nobody wanna murder with the venom I’ll V-S a nigga, really want his turn
Send him on a mission nigga better listen if a nigga don’t then put him in an urn
I’m Godzilla
Adios a nigga mamacita when the fuck I tell em pull up on me get em in there with a 9 and then we met up at the rear roofing
Tried to hit the elevator comin’ to my floor got a couple rolled when I’m bout to blow
Hit the hallway then turn right, it’s no 210

[Bridge: Sarg Barz Reaction Video]
Whoohohoho!
That shit, WHAT!
This motherfucker is the truth bro’!
I can’t even like what..
I can’t fathom how fucking amazing this guy is bro’!
Why does he?.. he doesn’t get as much attention as other rappers…

[Verse 2]
It’s the return of the demon from the underground ain’t nobody higher
Get the sherm and I’m about to shit on niggas everybody steppin’ in the fire
I’m the top and I never drop might as well just go ahead and call me (sire?)
I’m the King Kong you the ping pong i am mordor (for the wire?)
Admire
Brainsick with the takeover holla redruM
Everybody wanna go again and get (?)
They ain’t ready you can tell it runnin’ from the fade and shootin’ for the face i got em tryna hit the gate and murder was the case and when you went to (run em?) another demented
Good riddance
Chop a nigga like i’m Jim Duggan with the hacksaw
Better back off fore’ i hack off nigga’s (?) like a rag doll

Future – That’s A Check (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

Future – That’s A Check Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto!
Tell ’em I go crazy
808 Mafia

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a check
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

[Verse 1: Future]
I got niggas dying for this (dying for this gang shit)
I just wanna shine for this
Ain’t gone waste no time in this (I can’t waste no time)
I done did some crimes in the streets
I told you from the jump its one thou
I could throw that up and make a pile
I just made a bad bitch pout
Hoes catch an attitude for this cash (woo!)
Tell me what she wanna do for this bag
Pussy so good girl you ain’t gotta ask
Make niggas spend a check on that ass
Make a nigga spend a check on that ass

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put the Rollie on five-thirty in the morning (woah)
I really want it, I forgot I even bought it (woah)
Bought a block and I’ma die to pay the mortgage (woah)
Dead broke, you still alive it’s rigamortis (woah)
I got the choppers so don’t make me catch a body (woah)
I got the scoop, they say it shoots don’t get me started
I got the Bentley coupe, G-Wagon, and the Porsche
A nigga rich, the bitches brag on the boss shits
My condolences, I heard about your losses
Killing these niggas, Ricky Ross about to floss it
I got her pussy popping on my triple beam
Black bottles so you know we sipping lean
Drinking the yellow or the red, I want the green
All leather seats, and I’m on Promethazine
Lamborghini’s back to back look like a car race
Hundred room mansion, now I think I’m Scarface (boss)

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my neck

[Verse 3: Future]
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all the rings on
I took your bitch, and gave her back to ya, I’m King Kong (super!)
Chandeliers on the back, by the ceiling
Make sure before I die my niggas got a million
These bitches chasing me like I’m a dream
I’m married to Freebandz, that’s forever
I got Floyd pulling up at the house on a yacht
A millionaire and I’mma have my way with these thots
Pull a chopper, put a few Dracos in them spots
You was coolin’ off, and I was warming up, now I’m hot
I got bitches like new shoes they cost a lot
I got shooters gonna make the news if they pop out
Too many diamonds on, they got me snowboarding
Tell ya fuck the kid but ain’t got nun’ to show for it

[Hook: Future]
Bloody Goyard that’s a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I talk, that’s a check
This blonde ghetto broad gave me becky
My crip done bought the oo-ee worth a checky
And my Venezuelan yeah, gave me Becky
Credit card fraud, busting checky
Diamonds shining all on my necklace (on my neck)

Chief Keef – Loose

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sticks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
No USPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

Chief Keef – Loose (feat. Lil Reese) letras

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sitcks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
Know you SPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

Chief Keef – Loose Lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sitcks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I’m up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I’m pouring whole bricks
I can’t talk to you, pussy boy, you’s a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that’s the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I’m with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain’t on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better ’cause it ain’t shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit ’em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain’t on shit
Same nigga, I’ve been with the shit
I can’t switch up, I know what I’m in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas ’cause all they love is shooting shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards ’cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it’s (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
Know you SPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny up in my cup
I’m a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let ’em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don’t know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I’m getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Bone crusher
He don’t know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I’m getting money now
Who that in the cut? It’s the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don’t make me let ’em loose, nigga