Post Malone – 40 Funk lyrics

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky (Stoney)

[Verse 1]
I popped a molly, switching lanes
I’ma pull up in this bitch, exotic (skrrt)
Lean in Sprite and gin in tonic
These bitches erotic
She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket (yeah)
Another 40, I should stop it (woah)
Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit
But I don’t mind it, I kinda like it
Young and wild
We killing shit, we live this shit
I ain’t go to school
They ask me how I live like this
I did my shit, 20 this year
And I’m only getting older ’til I’m in the dirt (I’m in the dirt)
How I hold a grudge with two 40’s all in my hand (all in my hand)
But pull up on me, try me, you can catch the fade my man
You and your friends

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky

[Verse 2]
Gimme the 40
So I can be cool, yeah
Pass me the molly, ayy
I wanna them too, no
I can’t get enough
Man, I’m popping them shits and I’m dropping them hits
The music, the liquor that’s why I exist
And the money, but let’s skip the obvious shit
Ain’t living too long if I’m living like this
Early morning waking up with the sweats
Going through shit I ain’t never forget
But nothing I do, will I ever regret
I need me that cheque, I need me that chronic
I don’t remember, tell me what’s my name?
Drinking, swerving in the other lane
Fucking zooted drinking acid rains

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky

Trippie Redd & A1Billionaire – Rookie Of The Year

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooo, yeah
Ay, Big 14 bitch
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (and I’m swervin’)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (in suburban)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (sauce a bitch)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Big 14 ballin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Big 14 shot callin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Dive up in that pussy like a dolphin bitch, aye (like a dolphin bitch)
VonMar, put ’em in a coffin bitch, whoa (in a coffin bitch)
Aye, aye, made the money right up off the stove (off the stove)
Got some shooters with me, bitch, you know they on go (on go)
VVS my diamonds on my neck, and wrist is froze (yeah it’s froze)
Got my goons with me and they totin’ sticks and poles
Bitches goin’ brazy over Instagram post (yeah)
I just keep a good bitch with me, yeah, close (yeah)
I just keep a bad bitch with me, yeah, closer (too bad)
Get closer, aye (close)
Might roast ya, aye
Bitch, I pour the four up (pourin’ up the lean)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (lean, yeah)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (aye)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (Kyrie Irving)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 2: A1Billionaire]
I’m at your throat like a necklace (woo)
She suck that dick like a [?] (slide, slide)
I slam that pussy, no wrestlin’ (slide)
She eat that nut, nah no elephant (slide, slide)
She say a nigga irrelevant (slide, woo)
He always lyin’ and flexin’ (flex, woo)
I’m really stressin’ her out
She ride that dick like a Tesla
She callin’ in like a heist (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike, ooh (slide)
She ride the dick like a bicycle (woo, slide)
Yeah (slide), yeah (slide)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (slide, slide)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, ay
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, ay
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

Futuristic – Talk feat. Tech N9ne & Devvon Terrell Lyrics

Sheesh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Hook]
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Err body want to run their mouth
Telling hella stories about the things they did
Pull up on em, i’ll show up on it
South son a nigga like I raised a kid
Only speak about it if I be about it
We can see about it, make it quick
When it come to spitting who the fuck you kidding
Yall ain’t never did it like I did
Internet, it made me rich
I’m getting richer, taking pictures
With some women, admit it, this life is different
You don’t get it
Ever since killing made a couple million and quit it
Got niggas in [?] tryna get it
The life of futuristic, I can give it to em
Put a rapper on the team
Take em on tour, now he really into something
I been around the globe a couple times
I ain’t had to sign but it’s still an option
Got a lot of gwalla
Made a lot of dollars
Own a lot of land, Davy Crockett
Got your girl here on a tour bus
She don’t watch Barney but your baby boping
Hit it then I get up on the road
Imma do my dance like it’s Sadie Hawkins
Boy I got the sauce, that’s true
Girl, I’m living proof
Tie your tennis shoes, you tripping
I ain’t in the mood nah
Yall ain’t really about this life
Took a couple notes from Tech N9ne
Young nigga got the best rhymes
Don’t run your mouth for less right
Spit it like the cinnamon challenge
I was the kid with the talent
Now I can make it balance when I go out
Spit fire like a cigarette lighter
Got to get it in tighter
Want to get it inside her
Then I got to bounce
Got 6 businesses, 2 houses
Mormon life, a few spouses
A cool account, still getting bigger
Ain’t a damn thing you could do about it
I’m gone

[Hook]
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
Yeah

Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ about it, the big and the bound of what
They don’t be happy with any nigga down on the gut
They be the pupil that talk up a lot of bs
And they really countin’ me less
I can never shout it enough
Frickin’ incredible hits, R-B
Rippin’ a level, the kids hard me
Givin’ the nation a big dark spree
When I make the music biz marquee
Innovator, I am not a criminal
This why they women wanna shot at genitals
I’m maximum, they sayin’ I’m the minimal
We’re talkin’ cheaper than a Dollar General
Haters hearin’ me spit it, shit it
Goin’ ahead and admit it, quit it
Stay stalkin’, they talkin’
Tellin’ the people that I’m with, with
Fat stacks, we ballin’
That stacks be callin’
Rap after me, that’s actually wack, that’s why he stallin’
Rule is ’round to get hurt, ain’t it?
Dudes around us since birth, tenant
True the lies’ll get worse
Alarmin’ then merk around for this shirt, painted
They don’t know that when the planet drop
I’m ’bout to take the rap into a colder degree
Everything I ever wanted from the record business
They gon’ hand it over to me
They gonna really see the soul of a G
Ridin’ rowdy with the flow of the sea
Everybody want the musical virus
I give it to ’em like Ebola disease
I’m on a mission to get fish
Shoppin’ up enough and I rip it to get swish
Anybody wanna become a gynecologist
They droppin’, ain’t if I actin’ a big bitch
Try to rap me, I’d a pappy, why you ‘ttackin’
‘Cause you never knew a demon inside a black kid
And never ninja fuckin’ with a flier record
Deep in America, anyone would die to trap me
Tech-a, Nin-a, Futur-istic, we all goin’ more crazy!
Takin’ everybody’s money, even takin’ your lady!
Makin’ movies with her like I’m motherfuckin’ Scorsese!
This is dedicated to my homie up in Florida
Rest in peace WarBaby, let’s go!

[Hook]
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
All you do is talk, talk, talk
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
You ain’t really about that life
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Fuck up out my way, yeah
I don’t play it safe, yeah
When you from the bottom, you hit harder like a bass
They don’t wanna see me on top though
Magic on me like Lonzo
I’ma level up, it’s so exciting
They don’t understand me like I’m Mike Tyson
Haters, I need you, I think that I like it
Feedin’ me motivation with a diet
I’ma keep grinding, continue to eat
Think you a boss and I’m takin’ a knee
Know that you scared ’cause you are what you eat
Chargin’ up, man, I’m gon’ need a receipt
Niggas be thinkin’ I felt it at Disney
But then they show up and it’s Beauty and Beast
Think that you know me just ’cause my exterior
I am the weirdo and I am superior
Funny how niggas be ringing alarm
When you wanna rise and I’m like, "One at a time"
Niggas as actors, remember your lines
I seen this movie like 300 times
Kickin’ you off of my mountain, it’s mine
I just want everybody to know (yeah)
We not goin’ away (yeah)
You don’t do your place (yeah)
I came at my door, I’m like "Hello" (yeah)
Won’t leave me alone (yeah)
I am on the phone (yeah)
Leave a message when you hear the tone
Hold up
If you wanna get it, then you get it
I’m playin’ all the position like I’m Kobe, like I’m Shaq
I’m like Kyrie Irving, I’m dishing anybody not so Futuristic
And they get the business
Don’t do that
You messin’ with us but it’s too late
You not on our level, nigga, please just tie your shoelace
You trippin’

Joey Bada$$ – Victory

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 1]
First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I’m a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon’ be up for a while like keep the legacy goin’
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I’m in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I’m OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it’s all said and done
They only make legends where I’m from
Been known we won before the song begun

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 2]
I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
‘Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I’m the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I’m against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let’s get back to business please
I’ma be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y’all ain’t real ballers, y’all just little leagues
And we ain’t taking no losses we the winning team, East

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

Know me – Gucci Mane feat. Law lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Know me

Know me!
It’s Gucci!

Like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know me.

I ain’t LA reek
But this dope is epic
This ain’t LA weed
This shit came from Texas
My whip game fast and furious
Pack gone in 60 seconds
My jewelry whirlpooling
It broke a world record
Say I’m a heart throb
She’ll make a girl record
Don’t turn that door knob
Might see your girl naked
I think I’m David Beckham
In them low top Giuseppes
I’m Gucci Westbrook
They don’t know how to check em
You know a .. niggas
But I need the lion’s share
Standing over Versace sofas
Call it the lion chair
Say what you say, shorty
Gucci don’t play, shorty
Got all this ice on
And it’s a day party.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

World stars for your television
They know I’m popping paparazzi with me
Hugh Hefner that’s 100 bitches
Good life I ain’t ever switching
Yeah, counting money with the Cubans
Your old bitch, went and used her
Your new bitch, still a groupie
Say she f*cking with a movement
This type of sauce I’m cooking in the kitchen
I got some 90s on me, I’m drippin’
Bring that to the table then you leash it
I had to cross them over, they was reaching
This shit was made for the money, Prada
That bag you talking about, went and got it
That nigga, touchdown, took a few losses
Like a quarterback with no watchers.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meeeee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video me

Rick Ross – Kyrie (Black Jack Album)

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – Kyrie

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grubman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Skippa Da Flippa – Dat Way

[Intro: Skippa Da Flippa]
Woah
(30 you a fool for this one)
Oh you going dat way huh?
Woah
Woah
Flippa!

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Skrong nigga
They say you tell it well you wrong nigga
Zero, zero, zero comma, triple zero figures
Kyrie Irving in the paint [?]
I’m like nino in the pot the raw right in the middle
Dat way
Paint the Benz coupe matte grey
Snap ya’ cap like it’s hat day
Save a fifty for a bad day
Ball cappin’ I’m the MVP
Skrong nigga no Hercules
Rubber band it as I count the G’s
Pour a four just to get some Z’s
House that I dreamed of
I don’t trust 12 so i bought a nina
Only talk money I think my demeanor
I love the money like Martin love Gina
I’m a ride it to the roaders
Don’t stop he try pull you over
I think the real should get closer
And I won’t live looking over my shoulder

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
I play for keeps don’t never mix [?] I’m strong like a gymnast
White on white M and I had to tint it
So much [?] you would think I was the chemist
The snakes are closer than you think
Pearl perfect be the paint
I’m having birds off the [?]
Shooter shoot faster than you blink or think
You better look our for your brother he shouldn’t need if you really love him
I’m true to loyalty and I thank my mother
She say stay together and watch over each other
I love the way the money feel
I’ve been stacking up blue bills
Big house fuck a hill
And I’m going dat way I mean it for real
See a, fifty bands on top of fifty bands
I’m a take my time you a mini man
Sticks on sticks like the Taliban
Now they need me I used to be the six man
Dat way
Dat way
Pick up the backend’ on Saturday
Ties and offerings Sunday
Get back to the money on Monday

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

Meek Mill – Way Up lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
That indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick ridin’
Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor
See ’em and I smack the shit out ’em
Throwin’ ten k like it’s ten dollars
I grab that bitch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, fuck the shit out her
Fuck her so good, thought I cared ’bout her
She know I been ’bout it, I’m on my way up
My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feelin’ like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin’ like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, “polish it”
She on my dick I can’t make you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombin’ shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit
Rockin’ Givenchy shit
Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin’ shit

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin’ like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I’m movin’ fast they holler “Wait up”
Fixin’ bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been doin’ this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin’ in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin’ up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
Goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
Havin’ lunch on top of Barneys feelin’ way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I’m Rayful
Put tens on that bitch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them niggas ain’t poppin’ shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil’ nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
Nigga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

Soulja Boy – Murder (feat. Mozzy) letras

[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

Soulja Boy – Murder Lyrics

[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

K Camp – Hungry N Lurkin letras

[Intro]
Uh, ay
I’m just tryna elevate over all this bullshit
You hear me?

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 1]
I know one thing for certain
I know niggas that servin’
I know bitches that’s thirsty and I ball like I’m Kyrie Irving
Jumped in the game as a student now I feel like the teacher
Check them niggas that’s round you, make sure them niggas ain’t leachin’
Came to handle my business, that’s the reason you lookin’
Fell in love with my presence and now she in that bitch cookin’
I’m in Jersey like Snooki
Searchin’ round for them cookies
On that grind till December
Just hope you niggas remember that

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 2]
I made that choice to go harder
You ain’t loyal, why bother?
Must continue my saga
I learned my ways from my father
I learned my lessons while climbin’
I came in perfect timin’
Now I’m in, I’m like fuck it
But I’m in love with these diamonds
Bitch I’m in love with the shinin’
They want me to fall off
They want me to stop workin’
Bitch they want me to call off
But I’m love with these Benjies
And I’m in love with this music
If you ain’t know bitch I’m comin’
You better watch how you movin’

[Hook]
But I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Outro]
Let’s get it
I’m workin’, I’m workin’
Aye
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