Quentin Miller – Love Costs. Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh

[Chorus]
You gon’ ride for me? You gotta show me
Said you down for me, you gotta show me
If I was down, would you leave me lonely?
What your love cost, ’cause it ain’t free
You got your own, girl you doin’ okay
She like Louis Vuitton, she like Dolce
I can’t f*ck around, no I won’t play
I need all your love now, I won’t wait
No, no

[Verse 1]
I’m tryna tell you how I feel about you, I cannot express it
Let you know it’s real without comin’ off aggressive
Don’t be tryna tell me ’bout your ex now, that’s extra
Now you feel impressed, now it’s pressure (Whoa)
I am not impressed, you a mess, girl (Whoa)
Shit wasn’t like this when we met, girl
Say that you gon’ ride, show me that (Yuh)
They cannot hold me back
Moved away from broke and I’m not goin’ back
Look out for my bros, you know I’m doin’ that
Young Q.M. the G.O.A.T. and BMarch, it’s a wrap

[Chorus]
You gon’ ride for me? You gotta show me (Show me)
Said you down for me, you gotta show me (Show me)
If I was down, would you leave me lonely?
What your love cost, ’cause it ain’t free (Ain’t free)

You got your own, girl you doin’ okay (Okay!)
She like Louis Vuitton, she like Dolce
I can’t f*ck around, no I won’t play
I need all your love now, I won’t wait
No, no

[Verse 2]
She like fancy dinners, she want trips to Venice (Whoa, yuh)
She like useless spendin’, she want true commitment (Whoa)
Man, ain’t no opposition, ain’t no competition (Whoa)
Man, how long we been winnin’, man, its been a minute (Whoa)
How you just gon’ act like you ain’t know
You sing like a Yin-yang twin, your numbers gettin’ low
She gon’ treat me right or leave me standin’ in the cold
If you really down, then say you down, let me know

[Chorus]
You gon’ ride for me? You gotta show me (Show me)
Said you down for me, you gotta show me (Gotta show me)
If I was down, would you leave me lonely? (Lonely)
What your love cost, ’cause it ain’t free (It ain’t free)
You got your own, girl you doin’ okay (Okay!)
She like Louis Vuitton, she like Dolce (Dolce)
I can’t f*ck around, no I won’t play (Won’t play)
I need all your love now, I won’t wait
No, no

[Outro]
Yessir

Young Ellens – Dior Lyrics

[Songtekst van “Dior”]

[Intro]
‘K hoef mezelf niet te warren man Jordan, schande man!
Ben met Wayne vandaag man (Hé)
Nek
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooooooh)
Aah!

[Chorus]
Ik ben never lacking, beter zoek je dekking!
Heb een young nigger met die automatic
En me Louboutin’s doen de Blood Walk
Off-White’s of die Triple S, en we swipen Dior, Dior
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooooooh)
En we swipen Dior, Dior
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooooooh)
Ik ben never lacking, beter zoek je dekking!
Heb een young nigger met die automatic
En me Louboutin’s doen de Blood Walk
Off-White’s of die Triple S, en we swipen Dior, Dior
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooooooh)
En we swipen Dior, Dior
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Uh, let’s get it)

[Verse 1]
Ik pluk ‘m [?] op me tellie
Ik had niet eens ribba maar zat in een Merrie
Ellens ze fles ik weet zij kijkt af, ik kan niet leven in een bijstand
Ik draag die Christian Dio-o-or (Dior)
Ik draag Triple, G, Cartier, Moncler, Amiri jeans zijn destroyed!

Gannoe’s bossen en we laten lossen, heb die Rose Gold en die stalen klokken
En ik haal 40k van die plastic
Ga niet in billen voor nigga’s, we openen zelfs die financieel mannen zijn lacking!
In het veld meer zon, bussdown on my wrist schijnt net zon
Louis Vuitton, veel tassen met bon
4PF, al me zakken zijn bom! (Ha-ha-ha)

[Chorus]
Ik ben never lacking, beter zoek je dekking!
Heb een young nigger met die automatic
En me Louboutin’s doen de Blood Walk
Off-White’s of die Triple S, en we swipen Dior, Dior
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooooooh)
En we swipen Dior, Dior
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooooooh)
Ik ben never lacking, beter zoek je dekking!
Heb een young nigger met die automatic
En me Louboutin’s doen de Blood Walk
Off-White’s of die Triple S, en we swipen Dior, Dior
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ooooooh)
En we swipen Dior, Dior
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Uh, let’s get it)

Valee – Jay Leno Lyrics

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[Chorus]
At the bank, gettin’ out twenty racks
You worried ’bout change for your twenty back
I’m in a old school with the dope in the back
I might rock Hermès in the Cadillac
I’m smokin’ exotic, no cataract
I got a bad bitch, know how to act
Man, I fuck her three times, I’m tired of that
I’m in a new Benz with blue windows
I’m parkin’ it straight indoors
I might buy a Ferrari Enzo
I’m waitin’ on you like I’m loadin’
I’m in some expensive clothing
I got some bread but not a loaf
My Asian bitch say “Da da do”
I fuck that bitch then have to go

[Verse]
I fuck on your main and then give her back
I got three iPhones on contract
You see my bitch thick without contacts
My old school look like Jay Leno’s
My dick in her mouth like Mentos
She swallow me like Del Frisco’s
It’s cash in my pocket, no lint though
I’m rockin’ Balenci’, no insoles
I came up ten thousand on Baccarat
I’m in that bitch stomach like glucose
I’m sippin’ Hi-Tech with no lactose
I might buy a Corvette with no nose
You lookin’ around for who rent those
Louis Vuitton sweater, no Winslow’s
I might rock designer with RICH$O
I got your brunettes, they rich hoes
I mounted up sixes at Fifo’s
It might rub a little bit in the back
Them Percocet 30s, stay off of that

[Chorus]
At the bank, gettin’ out twenty racks
You worried ’bout change for your twenty back
I’m in a old school with the dope in the back
I might rock Hermès in the Cadillac
I’m smokin’ exotic, no cataract
I got a bad bitch, know how to act
Man, I fuck her three times, I’m tired of that
I’m in a new Benz with blue windows
I’m parkin’ it straight indoors
I might buy a Ferrari Enzo
I’m waitin’ on you like I’m loadin’
I’m in some expensive clothing
I got some bread but not a loaf
My Asian bitch say “Da da do”
I fuck that bitch then have to go

Kap G – The Bomb Lyrics

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[Intro]
La la la la la la bamba
(Squat made the beat)

[Chorus]
La la la la la la bamba
Shake that ass, yeah
What you gon’ do for that bag? Yeah
Spend it like it my last, yeah
Spend it, make it all back
La la la la la la bamba
Shawty bad, yeah
All this cash up for grabs, yeah, mmm
That’s no cap
She like that I keep coming back
La la la la la la bamba

[Verse 1]
Yeah, she just want all Celine (‘Line)
She like to ball, Kareem
I’m tryna get it all between, yeah
She pop it all on me
Take her on a shopping spree (Spree)
Let her get a property (You can get whatever you want)
Come to my palace
I know you tired, them dudes be cappin’ (Boy, quit cappin’)
She like my fashion, I put on them shoes like Ritchie Valens (Ritchie Valens)
You the baddest, I’mma tell ’em rat, no salad
Send the address, I pull up, that hit fantastic

[Verse 2]
I can’t leave you ‘lone (‘Lone)
You the only girl who get to stay here until the morn’ (No cap)
(Spanish?) better tell me on the phone (facts)
She say “¡Ay, Cabrón!”
You can have my cortisone (Kap G)

[Chorus]
La la la la la la bamba
Shake that ass, yeah
What you gon’ do for that bag?, yeah
Spend it like it my last, yeah
Spend it, make it all back
La la la la la la bamba
Shawty bad, yeah
All this cash up for grabs, yeah, mmm
That’s no cap
She like that I keep coming back

[Verse 3]
La la la la la la bamba
Shawty, you the bomb
We go shopping in Milan (lan)
Dressing in all that foreign
Then you valet like LeBron (Bron)
She pull out my (?)
Got her smudging on lip balm
She say “Yo te amo” she just want the Louis Vuitton (uhhhh)
(?)
Keep you dripping, though you need to grab a napkin
Plus my spanish bitch she love to cut me plantains
Go hit my Cali crib, it give you all that back pain

[Verse 4]
Might make you my baby, mama
I like how you shake it like some maracas
(?)
Para bailar la bamba
All that ass, she get it all from her mama

[Chorus]
La la la la la la bamba
Shake that ass, yeah
What you gon’ do for that bag?, yeah
Spend it like it my last, yeah
Spend it, make it all back
La la la la la la bamba
Shawty bad, yeah
All this cash up for grabs, yeah, mmm
That’s no cap
She like that I keep coming back
La la la la la la bamba

[Outro]
La la la la la la bamba
La la la la la la bamba

Quando Rondo – Double C’s Lyrics

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[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty ought tote, th’ fuck is a scope
One at the head, better back it up
Who wanna fuck? Two or one?
Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just been band over Louis Vuitton(mmh)
VVS is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa seen ’em while I’m asleep
Throw them C’s up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week(uuh)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 2]
My name in the phone is the muth’fckn savage
You see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I’m not like the others, I’m way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
A Rollie be blindin’, she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing when I look at the past
Get some head on the floor I’mma fuck on the mattress
Double juice thats the best, I be swerving in traffic
She fuck with me ’cause I live what am rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So full of death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin’ so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the wagon
You gotta fuck her you know I’m not capping
I don’t wanna talk first night I’m smashing
If you see ’em on my block they know what’s cracking

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

Stitches – I’m the Plug Lyrics

[Chorus]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you how I feel (Dimelo!)
Good, you should see my new car, V-12 under my hood
Drivin’ my (?), rocking Louis Vuitton
I go so hard in this bitch, selling cocaine im so rich

[Verse 2]
I know that you hate, but it’s okay
I used to eat McDonalds, now I eat fish and steak
I got the work in Day County, I got the work in Chicago
I feel like El Chapo, I feel like Pablo

[Verse 3]
In mexico, the call me narcotrafficante (for real)
Ponte lo (?), you don’t want no residue
I’m the landlord (yeh), I’m the drug lord (yeh)
You better pay me my money (my money!), or I’m killin’ you

[Chorus]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

[Outro]
When I went to Mexico I met my plug
A thousand bricks on the front, he showed me love (he showed me love)
Got on a private jet, I’m in Columbia
Met a Columbian and then I fell in love

(Mami)
Who am I? I’m a drug dealer baby (yeh)
Who am I? They say that I’m crazy (yeh)
No I won’t stop, now I’m on top
I got haters and they want me to fall
If you looking for me I’m in the mall
Drug money so you know im a bawh (yeh)

Key Glock – Since 6ix Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bitch I been gettin’ it (Yeah)
Young nigga and I got plenty (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties and twenties (Yeah)
Stackin’ my digits (Yeah)
Hot like a motherfuckin’ skillet (Yeah)
Don’t put your hands on me, Willy (Hah)
Swaggin’ and spillin’ (Sauce)
Drippin’ in Gucci, Givenchy (Drip)
Louis Vuitton decisions
Cartier lenses, I paid a rack for my vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see you niggas bullshittin’, my diamonds hittin’
Bitches fallin’ out like Wendy, ooh, Wendy Williams
Lord forgive me but I’m oh so serious, ooh
I be walkin’, same time swimmin’, my neck wet just like a pool
Spent a whole hundred rack on tenni’s, not talkin’ ’bout shoes
But I did spend a twenty with my crew and made the news (No cap)
Then I got this shit right back after I bust a couple moves (No cap)
Then I bought a couple jewels, they like, “Glock, you a fool” (Yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothin’ new but these motherfuckin’ blues (Bitch)

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah (Glizzock)
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Ever since I was 6)

[Bridge]
No I never ever trust a bitch, nah (No)
The last time I did, I was 6, yeah (6)
I hit a ho and get away quick, uh (Gone)
Young nigga smooth like silk, yeah
Ice so cold, need a coat, yeah (Ice so cold)
I’m so high, no pimp (High)
I walk like a pimp, yeah (I walk like a, drip)
Bankroll make me limp, yeah

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Glock)

Kanye West – Because of You (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Yeezy, Ne-Yo, the remix ayo
I think it’s time to hit ’em with the Mase flow
My uh, she was gettin the best of me
But oooh, child, you my destiny
And I know it’s especially
Hard with all these girls just testing me
Uh, and you gon’ question me
If she even stand next to me
But you should laugh, ’cause you my better half
And these girls just fighting over the rest of me (c’mon!)
Right now it feels so crazy
I know she just some lady
And my outfit is just so 80’s
Not to mention McLaren Mercedes
And the 26 in-inch rim whee-eels
Look so good with your 6-inch heels
Fly shit that you be on
Gucci on, aligned by Louis Vuitton
And we high as the way we cruising on
High like I, like Mercury
Why do I mention the solar system?
Cause, you in my soul and system
And we gon’ take her home with this one
I got something that you gon’ like
You got something that I can’t fight
We got something that we both gon’ ride

[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
And I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
Think of it every second, I can’t get nothing done
Only concern is the next time, I’m gonna get me some
Know I should stay away from, cause it’s no good for me
I try and try but my obsession won’t let me leave

[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
I got a problem and I don’t know what to do about it
Even if I did, I don’t know if I would quit but I doubt it
I’m taken by the thought of it, and I know this much is true
Baby, you have become my addiction, I’m so strung out on you
I can barely move but I like it

[Hook: Ne-Yo]
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because of you
And it’s all because…
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug

[Outro: Ne-Yo]
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Ain’t no doubt, so strung out
Over you, over you, over you
Because of you
And it’s all because of you
Never get enough
She’s the sweetest drug, she’s the sweetest drug

French Montana – No Stylist lyrics

[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist

88rising – JAPAN 88 Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
You know what I’m sayin’
I just- that’s just how I like to do it, know what I’m sayin’ (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I’m sayin’
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, baby you dig (Dexter)
Dexter (Dexter)
Ooh, huh, wait, what
Uh, yeah, what

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 1: Verbal]
Tokyo that’s my town, listen now
What you doing, where’s ya man’s
See my gold, meet my people, see my phone
Got a line, from a girl, and it’s flavour
Where we going, Yakatory [?]
Lemon sour we devour, got my diamonds, got my furs
Gahman says, “let’s get lit, super lit, very, very lit”
Red red alert, paparazzi many trolls, following the way we roll
See my chain chain, it’s been cold
See my gang gang, see how deep we roll
Karaoke sang sang, till the early morn’
Don’t worry how I became a [?] chati
Now we talk about Ferraris (vroom)
And we make it look easy
P.K.C on his boys I know you see me, yah (see me)
And we me it look easy
Famous Dex, Keith Ape I know you see me

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man?)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Keith Ape]
In Japan, poppin’ xans, drink some [?]
Kill the shows and the cone and the grams
Baby girl, give me brain, heal my pain
I need dope, I need grams, I need M’s
I need more, I need grams, I need M’s
[Korean]
? in Jakarta
Louis Vuitton, duffle bag
’03 Nigo on my wrist
’03 Nigo on my fist
Bape stars on my fist
Spent a ticket on my feet

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the ‘gram, aye (yeah, Dexter)
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man, baby)
I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
I ain’t doin’ no playin’, these red bottoms, not no Vans
And she tellin’ all her friends, I might put ’em on the Gram (uh, yeah, Dexter)

MadeinTYO – Ned Flanders lyrics

(feat. A$AP Ferg)

[Intro]
K. Swisha

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
Ooh, all of them bitches exotic
Cars robotic, we go retarded (hooh)
Hop in a foreign, don’t need the top
When I get home, I need the top (wow)
Louis Vuitton when I leave the house (skrrt)
She got a ass and a greasy mouth (hooh)
She wanna twerk when I leave the house (wait)
Gucci that belt, I don’t leave it out (wow, brr)

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, I got standards, ooh
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh (yeah)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards, uh
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (right)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (alright)

[Verse 2: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
She wanna twerk on my chain
Gettin’ that brain, swerve in your lane, uh
I fuck her, knock off her bonnet
I had to get it, I want it, honest, yeah (hooh)
Ooh, private jet, Nike tag, she up next (check, right)
When you a boss, don’t take a loss
Count up a check (that’s right)
Seoul plate, never late, go on dates (hooh)
When you get up they hate, uh
Diamonds they drip like a lake (hooh)
Ali a ten, Kate flip a eight, nigga I skate (yeah)

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
Nigga, I got standards, uh
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I got standards, uh
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (ayy)

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
I got standards
Suck on my nuts like planets, ooh, yeah (right, yeah)
My bitch a dancer (hooh)
Hop on the dick like a prancer, ooh (hooh, right)
Put a ‘lude in Fanta
Flick with a Polaroid camera, ooh, yeah
You talk outlandish
Put ’em in a holy field like Evander, ooh, yeah
Got a new mansion
New Ralph Lauren, copped two ranches
Diamonds is dancin’ (woo)
Ice so cold, gotta walk with a panda (yeah)
Your bitch so scare-less
Gimme that top with no-handed, huh (brr)
I got standards (hooh)
I get the guap, cop Margielas (yeah)
I got standards (right)
Take your bitch, hit the ritz, not no standin’ (that’s right)
No outlanders (hooh)
When Ferg on the track all you rappers’ll vanish (hooh)
My bitch just landed (brr)
Not a lick of English, she speak Spanish (hooh)

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, I got standards (ooh)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards (gas)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)
Yeah, I got standards (ooh)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh, (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, I got standards (gas)
Diamonds Ned Flanders, ooh, yeah (alright)
Kool-Aid jammer (sauce)
Cookie pack on camera, yeah (Ferg, hooh, hooh, hooh, oh)

Cardi B – Rollin lyrics

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick

[Verse 1]
Look, show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I’m not a bum bitch, I’m a boss bitch
You sideline, I’m center stage
I don’t even get involved with it
If it don’t make me cum or it don’t get me paid
If it’s not the money then it’s “poof, be gone”
Steal your man with my Doobie on
Whole team full of bad bitches
And that Louis Vuitton our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want
Bitch, fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick

[Verse 2]
Look, I’m not a rider chick, I’m a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
‘Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God, I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club
They gon’ tell you we run that shit
I’m like the strip club, Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want somethin’, it’s, “Whatever, cop it”
Balenciaga, tell ’em check the closet
Heard you fuckin’ for that extra change
That’s why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be rollin’

[Hook]
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
All my bitches rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit
Them commas comin’ quick
Rollin’, rollin’, all my bitches rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’
All my bitches rollin’ and I love that shit

The Weeknd – Six Feet Under lyrics

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Ask around about her
She don’t get emotional
Kill off all her feelings
That’s why she ain’t approachable
She know her pussy got a fanbase
A couple niggas with a suitcase
Suit and tie niggas who play roleplay
When it comes to money she play no games

[Pre-Hook: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain’t got time for lovin’
Louis Vuitton her husband
She rather die in lusting
She rather die in the club, ’til she

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under
Six feet under, six, six feet under
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
She don’t depend on anybody
Know just what to do with her own body
Counting all that money like a hobby
She don’t give a fuck about nobody
And she got her whole crew poppin’
And she bend it over like she got no back bone
Got a couple niggas blinging up a trap phone
She don’t need nobody waiting back home, she got it

[Pre-Hook: The Weeknd]
She lick it up just like a candy
She wanna make them leave their family
She trying to live a life so fancy
She wanna pull up in a Bentley
She ain’t got time for lovin’
Louis Vuitton her husband
She rather die in lusting
She rather die in the club, ’til she

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
Six feet under she gon’ get that fucking paper
You know how she get down, pop it for a check now
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That fuckin’ paper)
Six feet under, six, six feet under (That fuckin’ paper)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

[Post-Hook: Future]
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh murder, oh murder
Gonna turn that ass around
Oh murder, oh murder

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
Real love’s hard to find
So she don’t waste her time
So she don’t waste her time, oooh
You ain’t gon’ catch her crying
She ain’t gon’ lose her mind
She ain’t gon’ lose her mind
‘Til she..

[Outro: Future & The Weeknd]
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper (‘Til she)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for that paper (‘Til she)
Six feet under she gon’ kill me for the paper
Not the type to fuck around, gonna turn that ass around

Slim Jxmmi – Players Club lyrics

[Intro]
Check me out

[Verse 1]
My money right (Jxm), shit I might play with the extra (play with it)
I’m on my shit, I don’t stress much (woo)
I’m too ahead they can’t catch up (ayy)
I looked at her purse, it was Louis Vuitton (count it up)
She keep her hair and her nails done (ayy)
I’m in a space car, I got a radar (right)
They throwing shade and I’m gon’ make them hate more (woo)
I got a purpose, I got a reason (skrrt)
I pay my tax when I fuck with the strippers (fuck wit’ ’em)
I hit the studio in Gucci slippers (Gucci)
I hit the mall and ball at every vendor (ball)
Hustle like I’m the number one contender (yeah)
Make it hard for pretenders (yeah)
I got too much sauce for one nigga (sauce)
What it cost? Shit I don’t remember, ayy

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

[Verse 2]
I can’t be standing, I got no patience
I’m poppin’ bottles when I’m up in Aces
Fuck the police, I ain’t giving no statement
Shout out to the grind, the come up amazing
Used to have lint in my pocket, yeah (yeah)
So I went, got the big body, yeah (woo)
Mississippi license plate (ugh), when I park valet (valet)
Ayy, I’ma go fuck wit’ the strippers tonight (yeah)
Fresh off the plane and the temperature right (yeah)
I’m in Atlanta where go-getters get it
You wanna play, you better get you a ticket (ayy)
Shawty so bad, woulda thought she was Nicki (Nicki)
Shawty so bad, got these broke niggas tipping (ayy)
Say she in college, her lifestyle expensive (ayy)
Can’t even tell that she making some millions

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers tonight
I’ma go fuck wit the strippers (ayy)

Desiigner – LA To NY (feat. A$AP Rocky) lyrics

[Intro]
I move from LA to New York, yeah
Choppin’ with the spoon or the fork, yeah
Then I light your body with a torch, yeah
(Damn son, where’d you get that from? Git, git)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (with a torch)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (git, git)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)

[Verse]
Yeah, I go from L.A. to New York, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chop you with the spoon or the fork, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch, torch, torch, torch
Then I go to LA to New York, York, York, York
Then I go to LA to Resort
Now I be poppin’ bottles with no course, course, course, course
Chop you with the spoon or the fork, fork, fork, fork
Nigga you a lame, you a dork, dork, dork, dork
Nigga you a lame, hit the floor
Nigga you a lame, gimme more, more, more, more
Free Tae kae [?] up out them doors, doors, doors, doors
Niggas make it rain, I make it pour, pour, pour, pour
Niggas make it rain, I make it roar, roar, roar, rour
Niggas make it rain up in your store
Niggas make it rain, I make it score, score, score, score
Niggas make it rain I make it [?]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (with a torch)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (git, git)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)

[Refrain]
I’m in L.A. with a new tour
I’m in New York with a new [?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Desiigner and A$AP Rocky(?)]
[?]
Fake, fake, why your diamonds fake
Bling, blaow, all my diamonds lake (water)
Lake, lake, house up on the lake
Shake, shake, watch her body shake
Shawty gon get what she want
She wearin’ Louis Vuitton
[?]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (with a torch)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)
Yeah, I move from LA to New York (to New York)
Uh, chop you with the spoon or the fork
Yeah, then I light your body with a torch (git, git)
Yeah, then I go to LA from New York (from New York)

Bhad Bhabie – Hi Bich Remix (feat. Rich The Kid, Asian Doll & MadeinTYO) lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 1: MadeInTYO]
Yuh, Prada my T when I pop out, huh
Racks in my pockets, I stand out (yea)
You a dub, I’m the man now (skrr-skrr)
Hi bitch, never needed a hand out
Louis Vuitton, I do sandals (shit)
Couple of racks, doing good (racks)
Watch how she rub on my wood, (ew)
I know a thottie she would, ooh
She wanna hear that New Freezer, huh
Spanish bitch, yeah, mamacita, huh
Take a bitch to Costa Rica, huh
Hi Bich blowing out your speakers, huh
Private, Chanel on my eyelids
Got a bad bitch, don’t try it (skrr-skrr)
Yeah, I take her to the island (sauce)
Phone on silent (racks)
Got the racks and I’m vibin’ (brrr)
Need the Rollie with the diamonds (racks)
Check out, perfect timing (bling blaow)

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
Lil’ nigga, got bands in my pocket
You lil’ niggas broke, all that flexin’, just stop it
I cop me an Audi, that top, I’ma drop it
I pick up your bitch, now them panties keep droppin’
I’ll fuck a nigga’s bitch on a Sunday
One night, then I pass her back Monday
Lil’ nigga want smoke, then it’s gunplay
Caught him in the field, left him on the runway
We packin’, you lackin’, you talkin’, so bitch
Yeah we finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I’m stickin’ you up, bro takin’ you down
Since you flexin’ like you got that
We run through the back, get hit with this Mac
We got guns like it’s Baghdad

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid & Bhad Bhabie]
Ayy, ayy (hi, bitch, rich)
She ain’t got FaceTime, I’ma Skype it (what?)
Get her head one time, tell her, “Bye, bitch” (bitch)
Drop an all white Bentley on my right wrist
I might take her on the jet if I like it (woah)
Side bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon’ buy me? (buy me)
Come straight out the sky like I’m E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D (ice)
Young CEO, I could sign ya
Quarter mil’ on my neck, I’ma blind ya (woah)
Cut her off, she ain’t havin’ no purpose
Bitch bad, still buyin’ no purses (hell no)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

[Verse 4: Asian Doll]
Bitches deceased
Smokin’ on dick, she not better than me
Pop out, lil’ birdie, you speak with a beak
Send your location, then Uber to me
Bitches been hangin’ diamonds on my face
Kick her to the curb, she ain’t gang anyway
Asian on the beat then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi, bitch, got a .30, don’t try it
Ball out the mall, I’m like Kobe, just buy shit
Sick of these bitches, they lie quick
Clip shoot a movie, now talkers, directors, you dyin’
Send her ass on a hike
I don’t wanna kick it with her, bitch for the hype
Real pretty, beat her ass in a street fight
Know I’m flyer than these hoes like a pink kite, Asian Doll!

[Interlude: Bhad Bhabie]
Bitch!
You mad, ho
Why you so mad, ho?

[Verse 5: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho, don’t wanna try me, yeah, that’s on my mama’s chromosome
Commas run on 10, since I run it up
Never wanna line up, I don’t do McDonald’s
Fuck crazy you know I’m breakin’ necks when I’m pullin’ up (skrrt)
All my numbers lookin’ outrageous
Now the blogs handin’ out praises
Got the world usin’ my phrases
Hoes keep my name in their mouth
Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don’t say my name, bitch)
Barrin’ out, I ain’t got Xans in me, no
Young but I’m ballin’ like a damn CEO
Bentley truck, said don’t give a fuck
Came from the street, Boynton Beach
Yeah, they know what’s up
Bitches that hold no position, come at me, fall in my mentions
Hoes be thirsty for attention, knock a ho out this dimension
Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?)
How you hoes livin’ with no purpose?
I be pumpin’ venom in my verses
Bitch, you worthless, you ain’t fuckin’ with my worst shit
Doubted me, now it’s all comin’ together like cursive (like cursive, bitch)
$50K a show, I’m doin’ 30 of ’em
5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin’
Bitches showin’ everything, I be understuntin’ (damn)
Understand, a year ago I really had nothing’ (shit)
Shit, but now I’m breakin’ records and I’m makin’ history (wow)
How can they stop me? I swear it’s a mystery
Parents so sick of me, source of their misery
(Let your kids listen to me!)
Hoe, I do a million views on a slow day
And I ain’t gotta go to school like a snow day
But my… in the stu’ so it’s okay, bank account look like a lick
Broke ho, you look like you sick, slide on the beat like it’s slick
Bitch don’t compare me to Iggy, that old ho is washed and I’m lit
Wouldn’t pay her to wash up my whip (bye, broke bitch, bye, ho!)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
I do not sniff it or roll it (no)
It do not drip when I pour it (no)
I do not run, I reload it
I do not save it, I throw it
White J’s, white Porsche
White wrist, white horse
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch
Hi, bitch, hi, bitch

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – She Love A

[Intro]
Ness on the beat

[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy

[Verse]
I don’t really wanna fight, yeah, I got a gun, ayy
I don’t like it when you bite baby, use your tongue, ayy
I can make you my Beyoncé, I you want, ayy
I’ma bang you like LeBron, ayy, give me 1 K
I can party on a Sunday, if I want, ayy
Cop a Rari on a Monday and hit my Tay-K
And I know she drive me crazy, but that’s my baby
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, but just call me baby
They can’t wait to catch me slippin’, I’ma leave ’em waitin’
If we hit ’em up, just promise me you never say shit
You know Bubba, that’s my brother, but we ain’t related
You can catch him in the cut with his eyes lazy
In the Bentley, now I’m yellin’ "Fuck a train station"
Got a mansion and a condo, never missed a payment
I spent 17 thousand on a diamond bracelet
Got the money and the power, and they started hatin’

[Chorus]
She like, she don’t wanna fall in love, but she love A
She get jealous, all her friends around her wanna fuck, ayy
She thought I was stuck with her, so I left her stuck, ayy
Yeah I know you feel offended, but you won’t touch, ayy
She like, "I don’t really wanna come where you from," ayy
"’Cause I heard a lot of stories about here you from," ayy
She like, "Oh, you rock Amiri with that Louis Vuitton," ayy
They like, "Oh, this is a light year, you got a buzz," ayy

Kodak Black – I Be On The Way Lyrics

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Aye I’m booted up out my mup
I’m on my way, I burned the clutch though
I got a lot to tell ya but right now I just wanna fuck though
I love you from the bottom of my heart but bae I’m cutthroat
That pussy good but tonight I wanna stick it in yo’ butt though
I say what I want when I wanna say it, I’m blunt baby
I mixed the KK with the cookie, stuffed it in my blunt
In the cell with a razor blade in my mat
I don’t shave but I hid the razor in my bunk
Pull up and I don’t honk
Hop out then I dump
My steering wheel on the right, it’s enough room in the trunk
I ain’t gon’ bump the horn or hit the horn when I pull up in yo’ front
Hit it on the porch or in the Porsche, kick it then I punt

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be your night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Beep, we in a pink Jeep Rubicon
Nothin’ cheap, free, rockin’ Gucci with the Louis Vuitton
Uh
And my son name King Khalid
Bag a nigga ass and do the dash, yeah, need for speed
Layin’ on yo’ ass, I’m in yo’ grass, you gon’ need to retreat
Sniper Gang, you think I’m playin’ all them games, you gon’ need retreat
I love you, we can’t get too deep
I skeet before I go to sleep
We can’t lay up in the sheets
Skeet, go back to the streets
Go back to the streets, you don’t belong to me
Yo’ heart in the streets, it don’t belong to me
Let yo’ soul bleed, pour it on the beat
Yo’ heart in the streets, ya soul belong to me

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside
I be on the way
I be on the way
You can meet me in five
I’ll be all night
I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – God Damn

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m ice skating, got my shooter waiting
I, I got the cookies, baking
I wanna fuck, I’m impatient
Foreign, she half-Asian
Foreign, I ride like I’m racing
Dirty AK with my shell cases
None of my bitches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
Yeah, rocking Chanels and Moncler
Outfit, it come out next year
I’m drinking lean, not no beer
Yeah, strapped the fuck up, ain’t no reason to fear
Get your ass busted, ain’t no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the camera in the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some bitches that’s white like vanilla
These niggas falling off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
My niggas sharp, I cut like a seal

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty two grams
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

[Verse 2]
VS all-black diamonds like Wesley
Beat up the pot like I’m playing Tekken
Can’t wear silver, I ain’t come in second
I ain’t got no time for these thots and these peasants
Yeah, strapped up like I was Giuseppes
Bad bitch I just seen at Essex
All of my bitches, they too sexy
1017 chain, cop a fezzy
Just like the police, you gotta arrest it
I fuck her and treat her like a pedestrian
Fly by with butterfly wings on my Tesla
Cook with that pot like professional wrestler
Pour that shit up, why the fuck would I measure?
Gucci bag with the .38 special
I’m rocking Louis like I could play Chess
I spread like the old man that you piss
Ooh, I make her give me the neck
Call me PJ like a private jet
Trap like a soldier, got stacks on deck
I stay in Designer, I walk on a check
I’m dressing like I’m vinegarette
I bust that seal on that Hitech
Rich nigga, I bet I can get her wet
She want shit bad, but I got the check

[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got that bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash fast
Pouring up lean, go to sleep on them Xans
Roll up gelato, three grams
Stuffing my pocket with bands
She cute, she having a hand
I’m rich, I know I’m the man, yeah
Ice on my neck, goddamn
I got bitches popping up like spam
Send my money, give her twenty to [?]
Sell the whole thing, we don’t sell no grams
She got a fat ass, goddamn
I got Supreme on my Vans
Gucci bag, fill it with bands
Call up the shooter, they jump out the van, yeah

Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

Sevn Alias – Patsergedrag lyrics

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Alias, ik stress niet om ho’s enzo
Money viel, nu vallen ze net domino
Heb ik tijd, mag ze rijden, geen rodeo
Ben ik druk, zie ik je niet, ogen Tokyo
Ik rook goeie hash, ik voel het in m’n zakken
Maar ik geef het uit alsof ik rijk ben
Chain icey en m’n pols eng
Dit is Louis Vuitton, geen Mybrand
Kan niet met je meepraten over verlies
Verdriet wanneer ik je broke met de kerst zie
Ironisch want ik vier niet eens kerst
Jij bent veteraan, jij was vroeger aan net Hersi
Ik krijg love van de buurt want ik geef de buurt love
Ik heb liefde voor m’n broeders net Jerzzy
Eerst wilde ze niks maar nu wil ze dick
Ze deed stiff maar nu duikt ze en ze kopt, van Persie

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik bied met je pekie je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dat is patsergedrag

‘t Is je boy uit de hoofdstad (woo)
Kom zitten op m’n schoot, schat
Skip je vriend als ‘ie broke was (ja)
Die kleine jongen dacht effe dat ‘ie groot was
Heel veel cash, maar je boy heeft ook pas
Ja, je bitch stapt in, we gaan, let’s go (yes)
En m’n money is lang, dat is echt zo (echt)
Dit is Jack $hirak, geen Esko
Kleine jongen, kom eens kijken hoe ik stacks blow
Je bent geen Biggie Daggoe maar een leningtrekker
Je vrouw helpt me steeds met m’n paper tellen
Echt waar, ik ga je één ding zeggen
Ik heb schijt aan jou, ik ben nog steeds mezelf
Zegt de juf van vroeger en de meester effe
Dat we heel dik gaan, ja, we leven lekker (ja)
Ik pak 5 voor een show en geef de helft aan m’n paps (aan m’n paps)
Motherf*cker, ik verdeel het effe

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Nam die risico’s, je moet durven
Zij wil knuffelen, we verdubbelen
Stack is dik nu, vroeger dunneren
Want het liep niet maar nu runnen we
Ja, ik ben op patsergedrag
Vijf shows, 30K wat ik klap in de nacht
Ik ben eindelijk rijk, had niks anders verwacht
Ik ben boos op je stage maar ik lach naar de bank
Haha (haha!) bro, wat’s aan de hand?
Vijf kop op Real bro, wat’s met de stand, ja?
Als ik win, boek een trip naar Sri Lanka
Gaat het mis, moet ik effe naar de Gamma
Voor die boys met avondklokken
Ga je money pikken, ben je vaak betrokken?
Deze rare jongen maakte zware sprongen
Ben op hoge winst en op lage kosten, ja

Ik blow een stack, dat is patsergedrag
Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles, dat is patsergedrag
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap, ben op patsergedrag
Ik stress niet om ladies, chain om m’n nek, ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Op die VIP-deck met een bitch en een fles
Ik beef met je pekie, je ho op m’n lap
Ben op patsergedrag
Patsergedrag, dit is patsergedrag

Jadakiss – Big Dog Status Lyrics

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a fed rap

[ad-libs]

I tried to walk away from my bad habits
But I realized they bringing me mad cabbage
I’m really nice, these niggas is mad average:
Whoever ain’t a lizard or a rat is a backstabber
Trynna climb my way up out of hell on a black ladder
Get my pocket and wallet just a tad fatter
That’s why they love me in the hood cuz I always told facts
You ain’t really a hustler if you never sold crack
A good relationship with the fiends is forever love
Jail ain’t a part of the plan and it never was
It’s whatever cuz how you want it homie
When I get to clapping don’t get too running on me
Time’s ticking, candy paint dripping
My chick mean, plus I’m on the lean like I’m sipping
Trynna gain focus I got the game in a Full Nelson in case you ain’t noticed;
Cocaine quotas stay away from promoters and McCain voters
Cuz the fame’ll put a lot of weight on your shoulders
Trying to get my coupes up then I get the roof cut
Better than being in the county trying to get your suits up

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a Fed rap

Spend money just because, do it for the fuck of it
Drought don’t affect me cuz I buy too much of it
I ain’t got to sneeze for you to bless me
Test me the closest I ever get to a phantom probably SP (GHOST)

Explicit at the felony hearing i don’t need trial
TEN NBA niggas on speed dial
Imma do my thing on the side in the meanwhile
I’ll probably be one of the nicest until I’m senile
I need one of these new niggas don’t get it mixed up
Louis Vuitton gas mask cooking the bricks up
I’ma break down wit you – just give me the big cut
Send some lil niggas through there to tighten your wig up
Brothers that’s behind the wall that call the bing home
This is that grimy shit it’s not a ringtone
This is for the niggas that’s reeing
That appreciate a prophet whenever they see him PC him
We all in the same game just different levels
Dealing with the same hell just different devils

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a Fed rap

Dave East – Found A Way (Paranoia Album)

[Tag]
CashMoneyAP

[Intro]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
(Switch my whole life up)

[Chorus]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way (found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way (found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way (found a way)
Got tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way (found a way)
I found a way
Any drug, any plug on deck, if you come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for no games
Just wanna shine like a chain
I’m out my mind, out my brain (brain)
From the grind came the fame (fame)
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
(I ain’t got it)
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game (uh)
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes

[Bridge 1]
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way (found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way (found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way (found a way)
Got tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way (found a way)
I found a way, I found a way
Any drug, any plug on deck, come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for da’ games (no time)
Just wanna shine like a chain (shine)
I’m out my mind, out my brain
From the grind came the fame
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change

[Verse 1]
Run up on me, must be out your brain
You and I, we are not the same
Ain’t say a word, when the cops a’ came
Money comin’, shit you gotta change
Hardest young nigga out the game
Watch my aim, got a hundred clip
Movin’ like I’m on the wanted list
I’m on a yacht, with a hundred Crips
I ain’t bitchin’, shit, I wanted this
Jump out in Louis Vuitton
White tee, black leather jacket, like I’m cool with The Fonz
Fuck the ring, kiss the shoe of a don
Hundred p’s, I could move ’em tomorrow

[Bridge 2: Dave East & D’anna Stewart]
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
(found a way)
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
(found a way)
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way
(I-I-I-I-I)
Got sick and tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way
(y-e-e-a-a-a-h)
I found a way
(found a way, found a way)
Any drug, any plug on deck, if you come around the way
I got dimes on the way
Ain’t got time for no games
Just wanna shine like a chain
I’m out my mind, out my brain
From the grind came the fame (find a way)
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes
Pull up, new Maserati
I ain’t touch her body, but the bitch came
20-thousand in my back pocket, sorry nigga, I ain’t got the change
Niggas that I grew up with, hate me more than ever
Charge it to the game
I just play the back seat, gettin’ top, while the driver switch lanes
Pull up, new Maserati
I ain’t touch her body, but the bitch came

[Outro: Dave East]
I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I had to sacrifice for this life, I found a way
Got sick and tired of wearin’ the same clothes, I found a way
Got sick and tired of seein’ the same hoes, I found a way
I found a way
I found a way
I found a way
It was so hard, I found a way
It was so hard to get what I wanted, I found a way
I found a way

Don Q – Chosen One (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
It’s all about what you chasing at the end of the day
You chasing a legacy or you chasing the charts
So that’s how you gotta look at it right there, I’m chasing a legacy

[Chorus]
They call me the chosen one
You know I’m the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch you know I’m the chosen one

[Verse 1]
I had to make an announcement
These niggas they ain’t really bout it
We weigh it and count it
Scale it then break it and ounce it and serve with the straight out-of-towners
I was the one with the pack, I was stuck in the trap
And I found my way in the mountains
Ordered the piece told ’em make it and drown it
Flood it and make sure my name is around it (Yeah)
Fuck all that lame shit
We sneakin’ in work on the plane trip
Look at the whip that I came with
My doors is doing the crane kick
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
I can never have a bored night
My camera roll look like a porn site
Feel creepin’ and I’m still meeting with the plug he told me the soft price
When We meet up I cut off the porch lights, I stash it right by the exhaust pipes
When it’s ringin it’s making me more hype
Tried chasing me out of the store twice
Security playing the door tight
I was in and out it by the fourth swipe

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Verse 2]
Where I’m from it’s either eat or starve
I never had me a legal job
They don’t believe that we beat the odds
Had to rush in the spot before they freeze the card
I made em’ believers (Yeah)
They gave me a shot to suit up and lace up my sneakers
Remember they told me to wait on the bleachers
Now I walk in and I shake the arena
Telling stories like they heard he wanted
Talking like they got a searchin’ warrant
But the opps lurking so we buying burners
We don’t care if them bitches got murders on it
New chain I spent about thirty on it
You try it your head got a birdie on it
I’m feelin’ like B.I.G so I got the suburban
I told em’ just go put the curtains on it
All I know is get the money nigga
I’m shmurda dancing to them hundreds nigga
Every verse is like a bundle nigga
I can’t see you my vision on tunnel nigga
When the white on the cake that’s a funnel nigga
Your foot right out of place in the jungle nigga
I cannot take being humble nigga
I will not let the empire crumble nigga
Remember back when it was dark days
It was block lines for that hard yey’
That was all that we knew to keep the squad paid
But the jealousy made niggas part ways
I block em with Louis Vuitton shades
Now I got groupies my mom’s age
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She losing her bra when the roof on the car raise

[Bridge]
(She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise)
(She sucking that dick when the roof on the car raise)

[Chorus]
You know I’m the chosen one
They call me the chosen one
I got the gift I was chosen
Look at my bitch I’m the chosen one
Yeah, they call me the chosen one
Yeah, you know I’m the chosen one
Look at the whip that I drove in
Yeah bitch they calling me the chosen one

[Outro]
Keep on sending threats on sight
Nigga trust me you getting checked on sight
Look at the lights when the arm wave
She gettin’ fucked when the roof on the car raise

Don Q – Don Vito (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
You know what it is nigga, Highbridge shit
Bitch they called me Don Vito

[Verse 1]
They call me Hollywood, I ain’t really with the gimmicks
Yeah, I’m 100 ’til they end me
.38 ain’t say a word but they hit them with a sentence
Damn, I’m just praying they appeal ’em
I get it from the designer, you ain’t finding what I’m wearing
My lil’ bitch don’t play with cheques and she FaceTime me when it’s clearing
Motherfucker, all aside I’ma yell it to ’til they hear it
When we catch them we gon’ air them
Ain’t no mercy, ain’t no sparing
Hol’ up nigga, hol’ up, hol’ up, now wait a minute
You want me at the club you gotta pay for my appearance
You wanna say what’s up, well take a picture, nigga stop the staring
Homie, please don’t make me nervous we ain’t peeking with the [?]
Rose bottles, we just pass them to the thotties, let them share it
She said she like the Highbridge piece, she wanna fuck me while I wear it
I’ve got diamonds dripping off me, watch your step when you come near it
I’ma leave the club with two and then pull off in the McLaren
Don Vito, bitch

[Bridge]
They call me Don Vito, they call me Don Vito
They call me Don Vito, bitch

[Verse 2]
For the record, it’s a half a key to get me on the record
You ain’t got it? Don’t be tryna bargain with me, just respect it
I tell bitches if you wanna party with me, just get naked
I ain’t got no time for leeching groupie bitches in my section
Fuck her two or three times then I turn her to a runner
You ain’t tryna help me play up in the field, I gotta punt her
I’m a get it type of nigga, keep a mindset of a hustler
Told her 19 that we made it, they still looking at them numbers
Wide body what I’m floating in, Louis Vuitton loafers in
No tints so they know it’s him, how ’bout taking your hoe again
Yeah, we throwing funeral parties and I’m promoting it
I just boiled the water and let the coke soak in it
I be heavy weeded, barely leather seated
And I’m Fendi head to feeted
I’m the one they kept a secret
Niggas telling him I’ve seen it
From felons to misdemeanors
Your homie is the reason they sending you that subpoena
Yeah, you tryna hold it in but how the fuck how you suposed to win
If they take the DA word, they gon’ give you over ten
First, you find her to close to kin
Then you put a hole in him
Execution style, I bet she never go to court again

Don Q – 100 Mil (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Hook:Don Q]

Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

[Verse 1: Don Q]

I cannot fuck with you internet hoes, you way too messy now
I cannot fuck with you regular hoes, I’m way too picky now
I’m signing my name on her titties
I’m back stage next to Diddy now
With a semi that’s known to defend me
Cause they wanna end me and send me down
I came in the game with all heat
Next tape going all street
In BK like 4 deep
Them bitches been showing me groupie love all week
Three lines help me sleep fine, ride shotgun then I recline
Money coming and I need mine
They gon air the block & then rewind… like WAIT
Lil boys should be ashamed
Ashes falling on the mains’
Remember starving on the train
Now I’m drinking Barney on a plane
Beware of the dealer , car full of paraphernalia
I pray to the man in the mirror
I am a god, I can’t be scared of these niggas
I shook the hands of a killer
Niggas silly they just rap hard
Treat the gifty like a black card
Treat this city like my backyard
Tried to hit me with a crack charge
It’s a product cause they criticize it
But they go home and then they memorize it
Hit the road I had to enterprise it
One goal I need a hundred thousand

[Hook x2]

Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

[Verse 2: Don Q]

I tell you my zone real
I got homies comin home still
Got young niggas letting chrome peel
And they’ll kill a nigga for his phone bill
Niggas is praying I die sooner
But I’m still in tune with the pie movers
Dealing weight since they was high schoolers
On the interstate tryna dodge troopers
I pray for a lick, it finally came
I’m thankin the trap lord
He got my jewelry on Jack Frost
I’m just securing the bag more
Look … the students is copping it
I’m bringing them pills on a college trip
Ice on my neck Ima show it off
It’s a waterfall when the collar drip
I’m from a block where they powder pitch
But outta town really got em’ rich
Got some shit on my shopping list
Ima go cop it right when I deposit it
Louis Vuitton, I’m truly the Don
They give me champagne when I step in it
I’m buying what’s left in it
They calling me back with a next shipment
I go to the club with bottles and ones and I leave a mess in it
I see what these bitches’ll do for a dollar and I got obsessed with it
I pop me a perc and I jump in that pussy
She think I’m possessed in it
I’m right out the door the next minute
I’m back on the road I got checks pending

[Hook x2]
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
Need a 100 Mil in the safe
All I ever wanted was a wraith
Got a new plug outta state
Got a Jewish lawyer for the case
Got a new rari for the chase

Dirty flesh – Token lyrics

Lyrics Token – Dirty flesh

I do what I wish
My mom think I be losing my grip
When it come to the bars, I’m a retard
Ain’t nobody get stupid as this
First grade I wasn’t using my whits
Using my finger and using my fist
Using my anger and using bad word
Thank God that my future is this
Now, I do what I want
Do what I do, what you do is just watch
Holding up all the fans, holding up all the hands, holding up all the pants Louis Vuitton
Everyone know that I got the bomb bomb
And I got a razor and you got a pom-pom
And I gotta say word if you got a problem
‘Cuz I got a banger, you can hear the pop pop pop
Woahhh versuri-lyrics.info
Wait a minute, keep a distance, I be shy
Met an angel, then I kissed it, then I kissed it goodbye
Pay attention, pay a visit, I won’t pay your a*s a dime
I might let you live forever through a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
Woah
Unopposed, I don’t posed, I’m just it
I don’t fold (spits) only gold in my spit
And she all up on my s**t like she really, really know it
Smart girls give the best head to the best poet
Ain’t no women hate me they get used to me
S**t, even when I do insult ’em, I do it so beautifully
S**t, I might kill the expectation, I might sing the eulogy
S**t, you might end up walking home for thinking that you’re cool with me
S**t, ride with me
Forget about everybody and cry with me
Let’s jump in the fire and you can die with me
Pretend like it is forever and lie with me
Yeah, lie with me
Yea, sleep with me
Yeah, wake up in the morning with a secret me
Yeah, everything I do, I do it secretly
Yeah, every single night I lose a piece of me
A piece of me, no peace in me
I rip your f*cking head off, do it peacefully
The sky is falling, I’ma put it back together evenly
And never get a thank you
What is love when she only hug me to restrain me and only kiss me to shut me up?
I got blood that isn’t fam
I got fam that isn’t blood
I got s**t to help me sleep, convince ’em it isn’t drugs
I got the girl of my dream convincing me she isn’t drunk
With an invisible cup, I promise I didn’t see it.(dirty flesh)

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
I am only here to make a child say a curse in bed
(f*ck, f*ck)
I am only here to make a virgin wet
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Every single morning I’m a year closer to death
Every single time I f*cked a b***h I had birthday s*x
Yea, and you can be here with me
I’ve been on the job, been to a lot of city
I’ve been through the odds, they been all against me
Used to listen to mom, now I listen to 50
Teach you how to rob, just an itty-bitty
If they steal my innocence, I’ll be stealing it back
And all of the guilt they left me with, I’ll be giving them that
It’s either mission complete or permission to bla! bla! bla!
Ya ya ya
See Benji boy so explosive
I threw a chair at the wall and now the walls have opened
Ya ya ya
Took my momma’s lighter, threw it in the ocean
Now that cigarette is dry as my voice if she ask where the f*ck I’m going
Ya ya ya
I don’t know
Ya ya ya
Ay I’ll go with the maniac
It’ll take my soul and I may adapt
And I’ll make the gold, and I’ll make the cash
And I’ll hang the rope and I may attach
And I’ll lay alone till I fade to black
With a case of blow and a case of ash.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
All I see, cons of a conscience
Ya ya ya
All I see, perks of a Percocet
Ya ya ya.

Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Thought I did the dirt but I was done by the dirt instead
I delete my history like you do when you surf the web
Ya ya ya
Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh
Ya ya ya
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh
Standing on the chair like the bulb ain’t working yet
Hanging myself with the new Gucci turtleneck.

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I stomp on the ground, the ground hit me with an uppercut
I spit at the clouds, got rained on in the winter
Struck by lightning in the sun
But I do what I wish and I get what I wish forrr.
Token lyrics
Video flesh

Kodak Black – Boost My Ego (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
It’s that Project Baby
And we about fifteen up, you know what I mean?
They ‘gon try take advantage of this money
Shit coming in fast
They know we ain’t got a blueprint of this shit
We just came into this shit with it already

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
All I know, identity theft, I buried all the credit cards
G1 had me in the kitchen, sellin’ hard and doin’ fraud
Took me out the ‘jects, now I’m flyin’ private jets, nigga
‘Member snatchin’ chains, I got my own around my neck, nigga
I caught five kidnappin’, but I ain’t no babysitter
I caught five kidnappin’, how you let me take your nigga?
Posted on the ugly, I jump out, go to bustin’
My baby mama dusty, got my little one out here musky
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in a vert, call it a pullback, ayy
Pull up in a Wraith, they be like "Who is that"?
Pulling up in luxury, thank God, ain’t no more strugglin’
I’m rollin’ ’round, I be duffelin’
She under arrest, I’m cuffin’ it

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I just beat the case, I’m ridin’ in a double R
Spread the cheese with your people, gotta feed the squad
I bought my mama and my brothers, them another car
At first I was playin’ with this shit, but now I’m goin’ hard
It’s like my baby mama feel like she the superstar
I threw away the Fossil watch and bought an Audemars
Was in the ‘Yota, now I’m ridin’ in the luxury car
I was off the chain, now a youngin’ on the charts
I was ridin’ Suzuki, ayy, now I’m actin’ boujee, ayy
Now I’m coolin’, foolin’, I’m just ’bout my music
No more shootin’ cee-lo, poppin’ wheelies on the Banshee
Can’t be thuggin’ no more, homie, I stay in a mansion
I’m on mollys and the Xannies, feel extravagant
Took me off the ugly corner, I’m ridin’ panoramic
You hate the way I’m transitionin’, I’m corporate thugging
You miss when I was headfirst, when I wasn’t gettin’ no money

[Chorus: Future]
Baby mama flagein’, she don’t get no pardon
Boostin’ up my ego, made me go my hardest
Took me out the PJ and put me in a mansion
Break my pill down three ways, made me feel outstandin’
Panamera these days, used to ride the banshee
Louis Vuitton these thots, I trap out the spot
Hermes belts and drapes, keep my doggies straight
Kodak buyin’ a Wraith, soon as he beat the case, yeah

Dirty mouth – Lil Yachty lyrics

Lyrics Lil Yachty – Dirty Mouth

Man, I’m on some sh*t right now
I’m on some, some, some rich nigga sh*t
Some millionaire sh*t
‘Cause lot of these niggas is pus*y
All these niggas is broke
I know these niggas is not doing what they pretend to be
Suck my d*ck, b*tch.(dirty mouth)

I don’t really care about my enemies
My new crib came with amenities
You gotta pay for my energy
You gotta pay for my ohh, ehh
Don’t make me pop up the trunk
Don’t make me two hand the pump
Don’t make me call up my bro
Pull up in that junk and go dump, dump, dump
I dress so these niggas can see me
I know your lil’ bro wanna be me
I know your lil’ sister wanna freak me
That’s probably why you wanna shoot me
That’s why your auntie is a groupie
Send me pictures of her coochie
She said they nicknamed her juicy
‘Cause she keep a wet pus*y
pus*y nigga don’t push me
I pull up deep, not just me
I brought a brand new chain
That sh*t dance like N-Sync, Justin
I saw your Rolex, brother
That bullsh*t started rustin’
None of you niggas impress me
None of you niggas would press me
I get more pus*y than Preston
My niggas bang red paisley, that’s for real
I made a full million off my deal
I made a full 5 out the next
Stupid b*tch tried to front on my name
I screenshotted every single text
b*tch I bite like a T-Rex
My future b*tch look better than my next
My next b*tch look like a top model
She suck d*ck like a baby bottle.

I’ma tell you like this, man
Youngest nigga in this motherf*cker, man
I’m not askin’ for your respect
I give a f*ck if you f*ck with me, nigga
I got M’s, nigga versuri-lyrics.info
I’m talkin’ ’bout the letter before N, nigga
M’s, b*tch boy.

I didn’t ask for respect, no
All I care about it my check
Louis Vuitton on my sneakers
My main b*tch a diva, she is a d*ck pleaser
Uh, I never miss like I’m Curry
Yeah, can’t eat that pus*y if it’s furry
My b*tch pus*y pink just like Kirby
My b*tch suck it up just like Kirby
She drives whips like it’s Kentucky Derby
She tote pistols so no one can hurt me
Don’t even try it though
I hit your mama at the Hyatt House
Then I offered her Waffle House
That b*tch could never see my penthouse
sh*t that’s just a fact
I nutted all on her back
I nutted all on her tracks
Slid my black card through her cracks
Nasty young nigga, I’m all in it
Posted on the block in a ball fitted
Posted on the block with the same niggas
I got that guap and it change niggas
Rappin’ a*s niggas love Dracos
I love the AR ’cause its range different
Ain’t supposed to talk about guns
‘Cause I gotta lot of sh*t goin’
I was trying to be the nice guy
Until these niggas thought I was hoein’
These niggas thought I was pus*y
I had to show ’em I’m ’bout it
I put that b*tch on my Snapchat
Watch how she start feelin’ clouted
She gon’ suck everyone around me
Fresh as hell like I wash laundry with Bounty
I can’t front like I didn’t come from my county
I know where I’m from, I’m my daddy’s son
I never switched up one time
Pick up that back end now it’s ice time
This boujee b*tch said that she’s hungry
Well stupid lil’ b*tch it’s rice timeee.(dirty mouth)
Lil Yachty lyrics
Video mouth