Michael Jordan

Juice WRLD – Floor It Lyrics

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[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Different color pills, you know the deal
I was doing drugs before the record deal
Different color pills, you know the deal (ahh)

[Chrous]
Different color pills, you know the deal
I was doing drugs right before the record deal
I was fighting love way before the record deal
I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
It’s a new day a little over six months ago, I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
I bet she’s still in shock, ay
I know she ain’t forgot, ay

[Verse 1]
But now I’m at the top with my forever love, 
It’s kinda like forever drugs
I’m [?]
It’s Dior on her face no make up you still [?] Sephora
These bitches wearing all this make-up that getting annoying and boring
I bet you when she take it off she look like Michael Jordan
I bet you when her friend take it off she looks like Ben Gordon
On Instagram she Beyoncé in real life she A Randy Orton, if I saw her on the street I wouldn’t pick her up, I would floor it (uh)
Yea I got a girl but I’m speaking on behalf of my bros
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Why they gotta pick ugly hoes?
Y’all supposed to pretty though, If they knew it was catfishes swimming in they wouldn’t been fishing in your city hoe, get rid of these hoes (uh)

[Chrous]
Different color pills, you know the deal
I was doing drugs right before the record deal
I was fighting love way before the record deal
I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
It’s a new day a little over six months ago I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
I bet she’s still in shock, ay
I know she ain’t forgot, ay

[Verse 2]
I been through a lot, check
I done learned a lot, check
Get high and forget, check
Then relax and plot, whats next?
Don’t think I ain’t noticed your hoe wanna pull up to my spot
Chris and [?] wanna fuck, I told that bitch I think not (go home)
I make love to ally then I make love to my Glock
I make love to lotti then we get up and go shop
Buy her a pair of gucci panties just so I could make em’ drop
Tour threw her a gucci crop top now she need a [?]
Bae lets have a conversation my crotch your twat
Hop in it, yea
Hop in it, yea, hopscotch
She can only get three ways out (uh) oh my god
She keep screaming oh my god, baby girl I’m not Allah (no)

[Chrous]
Different color pills, you know the deal
I was doing drugs right before the record deal
I was fighting love way before the record deal
I ain’t even spend no money for my record deal
It’s a new day a little over six months ago I got a new bae
If you got some spare time, ask my ex how her life taste
I bet yo ass get blocked, ay
I bet she’s still in shock, ay
I know she ain’t forgot, ay

[Outro]
Go home

Juice WRLD – Infatuated Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Hey
Oh, oh
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus]
Bitch, you can’t afford it
Ball like Michael Jordan
Get so high I’m soaring
Raf, no Lauren
She tells me that I drink too much
I tell her that she thinks too much
I ain’t ever give no fucks
So I’ma go and pour me up

[Verse 1]
She tell me that she wanna fall in love
What is love? I don’t know much
She tell me I’m infatuated with drugs
Maybe I should just slow up
Nah, I’ma keep it pushing
Pop a Xanny, use the Perky as a cushion
That lil’ bitch, I’ll fuck her if she gushing
Now her boyfriend looking at me crooked
Cool, I got something for that, in fact
Here, take a shot out the strap, relax
Bool, that’s just what I do
I remember hoes was hating back in high school

[Chorus]
Bitch, you can’t afford it
Ball like Michael Jordan
Get so high I’m soaring
Raf, no Lauren
She tells me that I drink too much
I tell her that she thinks too much
I ain’t ever give no fucks
So I’ma go and pour me up

[Verse 2]
I remember when I was sixteen
Thought I was gonna make it to the big leagues
Then I started rapping like oowie
Now they try’na rob me like a ten speed
Used to a baller, now I’m balling out with no court
How a nigga balling when you don’t play no sports
Brother whipping with a fork, we had no forks
Brother whipping with a spork, we had no fork
These Xans, baby these not Advil
I’m sad, so I took a mad pill
I’m mad, so I took some more pills
Went from two to popping like four pills

[Chorus]
Bitch, you can’t afford it
Ball like Michael Jordan
Get so high I’m soaring
Raf, no Lauren
She tells me that I drink too much
I tell her that she thinks too much
I ain’t ever give no fucks
So I’ma go and pour me up

Aminé – HICCUP Lyrics

[Intro]
Boston

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore (true), my wrist sore (true)
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
Might re-e-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split, mhm
Workin’ like I got a shift, mhm
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit, mhm
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit, yeah
Had my whole my whole life give and go, mhm
24, now 24, mhm
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Ass fat, bring it right back
I-I’m in the VIP, cause they pay me for this shit
Imma be here if I be here
That’s your car note on my wrist

[Hook: Aminé]
My wrist sore, my wrist sore
You don’t want no problems, bitch, no hiccups
No hiccups, no hiccups
He ain’t bout that drama, bitch, no hiccups
I don’t trust no one (no one!)
My wrist is lookin frozen

[Post Hook: Aminé]
Ice cold, too cold, numb
I re-e-e-e-ewind
Gave her dick and then I split (Fuck a birkin)
Workin’ like I got a shift (Puttin’ work in)
Youngest nigga poppin’ shit (Bitch I’m certain)
Don’t want no kids that’s bad as shit (Hold up, I had plans)
Had my whole life give and go (That shit right back)
24, now 24 (Yeah, it’s like that)
Diamonds on my bi-i-i-i-itch, mhm
That’s drip all on my wri-i-ist, mhm

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Diamonds on my bitch, mhm
Cuban bracelets on my wrist, mhm
You hear that we got rich, mhm
Michael Jordan for the kids, mhm
I collect it like a bridge, mhm
Copped my bitch the latest Mercedes-Benz
I was all alone, Young Gunna ain’t got no friends
We just went to the mall and spent a couple bands
I’ll talk it all and end up shakin’ hands
She offer me some pussy my finesse
My first baguettes lookin’ like some glass
Might pull the pedal tryna do the dash

[Outro: Aminé]
Mhm
Mhm
Mhm

Juice WRLD – Some More Lyrics

[Chorus]
Love don’t love me
Bitch I know
But the drugs still love me
That’s for sure
She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
All I know is count the money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more

[Verse]
Say she want my heart, she can’t afford it
Maybe cause I’m on my way to getting on the Forbes list
Pretty Jiggy nigga, can’t ignore it
Ballin’ bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan
Sip Codeine, I’m snorin
Til’ the mornin’
Got the heater on my hip, like global warmin’
Run up you get shot, this is a warnin’
Freddy Kruger in your dreams, I’m filled with torment
She say that she love my bitch, whatever that means
I remember her and our friends were laughin’ at me
Now they tell me I can fuck, that shit so funny to me
Lost 10 thousand playin’ basketball, 100 to me

[Chorus]
Love don’t love me
Bitch I know
But the drugs still love me
That’s for sure
She fell in love with a junky, gettin’ the dough
Fuck her one time, then show her to the door
Everything she said, I heard it all before
I see all these demons, they disguise as whores
All I know is count the money up from the floor
If the pussy good, I made you go get some more, more

Lloyd – Caramel Lyrics

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

[Verse 1]
She like five-five
Group up on the East Side
She a college girl but she like the hood type
She the only jug, I need to get my mind right
I don’t got to ask, she said that it’s all mine
Had a boyfriend when I met her
But he a lame so you know I had to get her
Had to let go of my old things for her
But I don’t mind
Cause she bad, yeah she hella fine

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

[Verse 2]
She drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin, drippin
Like a leaky faucet
Now she got me trippin, how she grip
Damn it I done lost it
No more yola whippin, soda sippin, pimpin, trickin, flossin
Only mission is to find the right position for her body
Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan
How she compliment my body
Jason Witten, tunnel vision
She gon catch it, feel it, toss it
Met in ATL and I brought her to New Orleans
We go together well like we caramel and chocolate

[Chorus]
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life
Caramel (ooh)
Dripping in my bed (dripping in my bed)
Yeah you know, what’s going through my head
I’m thinking bout, getting with you tonight
I’m thinking bout, wifing you up for life

G Herbo – Next Up Lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Bitch, I said I’m next up
Niggas know we next up
Hell yeah, we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up, next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next! niggas know

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Bitch, I’m next, I’m way better than the rest
Only 17, but I’m flowing like a vet
MVP so you know that I’m the best
And I never had shit so you know I’m gon’ flex
I’m next, believe that
A blind man can even see that
Killing tracks, no feedback
Save yo comments I don’t need that
Niggas getting mad, you was here first?
I don’t give a fuck
Niggas gettin’ cut
These niggas suck
Bibby taking off tell ’em eat my dust(eat my dust)
Smoking loud me and Herbo
I think I’m finna hit the turbo
Im in another class cuz they learn slow
I need brain so I’m looking for a nerd ho
And I’m getting head while I’m riding
Boss shit
He’s killin’ everything I think he lost it
So cold that a nigga got frostbit
Had to go hard they said I lost it
Put this fucking beat in a coffin
Now these labels keep callin’
I need enough money for my whole team to be balling
If you don’t like how I’m talking, get lost then
Young nigga with a check
Michael Jordan won it first
Shit ill be next
Best draft class yet XXL Freshman 2014
How the fuck yall ain’t know I was the best
How the fuck yall ain’t see that I was better than the rest
The boy too raw got niggas upset
Ima let yall ball, but my team got next

[Chorus: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we next up
Bitch, I said I’m next up
Niggas know we next up
Hell yeah, we next up
Niggas know we next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up, next up
Niggas know we
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next up, next up
Next! niggas know

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Fuck next up I took off a while back
And all I ever do is fuck bitches and count stacks
Yea I spazz, I just run through them digits and bounce back
Niggas mad, pillow talking to bitches about rap
I ain’t tripping, i’m just tryna get the check
Get my moms out the hood and throw something to the set
Everybody know I’m good when I’m out here in the hood
Plus I wish a nigga would and I’ll open in his chest
If a nigga think he could then I think a nigga should
Got my young niggas tottin’, they’ll smoke em like a wood
And we willing to explain even though it’s understood
Riding tinted in the rain, 30 shots under the hood
Everybody know my name cause they know ima be good
Yeah, it’s straight
And I came from the bottom of the line
This a young nigga that done got up on the grind
Posted with them young niggas that be out here on the nine
And I’m totting guns nigga when i’m out here on the nine
Cause a lotta niggas mad that my squad up next
Since they acting hard, I bought my squad all techs
Pull up in them cars my squad all flex
Riding in the cars get us some of the broads
Send a nigga up to God forget about it tomorrow
I ain’t ever hear shit, tryna get rich, fuck a bitch
She can’t ever give me shit unless she tryna suck a dick
I ain’t ever wife a bitch, I’d rather bite a brick
He be worrying bout a bitch, she be out here tryna trick
But you won’t get me
You want Lil’ Herb
Bet it won’t be free
You signed 2 cats, bet it won’t be 3
Its NLMB
My niggas up next and there ain’t no room
You don’t get my respect cuz you ain’t no goon
Everybody just relax ’til my tape come soon

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

Ronny J – Trixxx (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 1: Ronny J]
That’s why I buy what I want
That’s why I stay where I want
Now I count racks for the fuck of it
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’ma skirt off
I got that bitch [?]
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust her for sure
Uh, uh, uh
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump
I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I might pull up in a foreign
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
Lil Pump

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

Drake – Over My Dead Body

[Hook: Chantal Kreviazuk]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Verse 1]
I think I killed everybody in the game last year, man
Fuck it, I was on though
And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a strip club (mm-mm)
Fuck it, I was wrong though
Shout out all to all my niggas living tax free
Nowadays it’s six figures when they tax me
Oh well, I guess you lose some and win some
Long as the outcome is income
You know I want it all and then some
Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some
Shots came, I don’t know where they was sent from
Probably some bad hoes I’m ’bout to take the hint from
Yeah, you know me well, nigga
I mean you ain’t the only real nigga
They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga
Slave to the pussy but I’m just playing the field, nigga
Are these people really discussing my career again?
Asking if I’ll be going platinum in a year again?
Don’t I got the shit the world wanna hear again?
Don’t Michael Jordan still got his hoop earring in?
Man all of your flows bore me: paint drying
And I don’t ever be trippin off of what ain’t mine
And I be hearing the shit you say through the grapevine
But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time
Yeah…It’s been that way from the beginning
I just been playing, I ain’t even notice I was winning
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

[Hook]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Verse 2]
You say I’m old news, well who the new star?
Cause if I’m going anywhere, it’s probably too far
Just performed at a Bar Mitzvah over in the States
Used half of the money to beat my brother’s case
Red wine over Fed time
And shout out to the niggas that’s doing dead time
Shout out to the bitches there when it’s bedtime
And fuck you to the niggas that think it’s their time
Yeah, don’t make me take your life apart, boy
You and whoever the fuck gave you your start boy
Oh, you wanna be a motherfucking funny guy?
Don’t make me break your Kevin Hart, boy
Yeah.. it’s whatever
You know, feeling good – living better
I think maybe I was numb to it last year
But you know I feel it now more than ever
My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay
Second album, I’m back paving the way
The backpackers are back on the bandwagon
Like this was my comeback season back, back in the day
And I met your baby moms last night
We took a picture together, I hope she frames it!
And I was drinking at the Palms last night
And ended up losing everything that I came with
Feel like I’ve been here before, huh?
I still got 10 years to go, huh?
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is all right

[Hook]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Outro]
Three in the morning still going down…

Marty Baller – Like Mike (feat. A$AP Ferg, Smooky Margielaa & Aexyz)

[Intro]
I’m drowning
I’m drowning
I’m drowning

Hook: (Smooky MarGielaa)
Swish (AYY!)
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Swish (AYY!)
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan

Swish (AYY!)
And I’m in my foreign
Boy I stay explorin’
Swish (AYY!)
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan

[Verse 1] (Smooky MarGielaa)
Swish, AY
I’m countin’ guap everyday
Ferg got that Mac to ya brain
Droptop foreign insane
Dunk on all’em like I’m James
These bitches just want me for fame
My guys ain’t bangin’ wit no lames
I got in the booth and I changed
I be ballin’ like Jordan, my bitches is foreign
I step in the booth, you throw money, it start pourin’
Your bitches is snortin’, rock Polo Ralph Lauren, pull up to the three and start shootin’ like Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
That’s why your girl keep callin’
See it and ignore it, lit up, I be snorin’

[Hook]
Swish, AYY!
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Swish, AYY!
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan
Swish, AYY!

[Verse 2]
I’m ballin’, Michael Jordan
Ballin’ like I’m Spaulding
Keep my shorty moanin’
Swish, AYY!
Fuck her till the mornin’
Smokin’ now I’m zonin’
Pull up in that foreign
Swish, AYY!
Pull up and I’m in a coupe tho

Stalley – What I Like (New Wave Album)

What it be like?
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?

What it be like?
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
On the small of my back tucked for these nights
Speeding through the city under street lights

What it be like?
Michael Jordan 3’s or the three stripes
Got your hatin’ ass niggas in police lights
Only mess with OG’s, hoes be the freak type
Only shoot craps, don’t do the three dice
And we Vegas, Mayweather ring side
Got 100K large in my Levi’s
Stay with the paper like a nigga slanging bean pies
How you do that? Well it’s easy though
I just let them watch like a TV show
And this bad foxwith me and she speaking fo’
And this long fox, drag it down to the flo’
I’m a pimp, yeah I speak the code
I be highed up but I keep it low
Profound, profound tires on the Beamer yo
Dope boy, dope style, no miles on his ho

What it be like?
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?

What it be like?
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
On the small of my back tucked for these nights
Speeding through the city under street lights

What it be like?
BCG, we supreme team like
All these other fake crews get the green light
Life’s a dream, stack my cream to Akeem height
Chunks of gold on my neck, so Akeem like
Rose petals when I step, live the king life, sweet life
If a nigga trying to stop it, then I swing knife
Left, right, put him at a halt like a stop light
Matter fact, stop life
Trying to touch what I’m earning
Then I’m clutching the burner and I’ma pop mine
I got my team on my neck, it’s loyalty and respect
See, I’m bout mine
Outwork a nigga till it’s clock time
Get yours, don’t clock mine
I’m at the jeweller, all gold, clock bomb
But the prettiest watch can’t even stop time

What it be like?
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?

What it be like?
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
On the small of my back tucked for these nights
Speeding through the city under street lights

What it see like?
Live from the city of the three strikes
Offer terrible advice but it seem right
When you’re sticking to the script, fuck a rewrite (right)
What it see like?
Pick a tail, shoot a box, catch a chief flight
He got married to the game, he don’t need rice
Sold his soul to the streets, he don’t need Christ (right, right)
But what it see like?
All these rats in this race for a cheese slice
Need to pass on the safe for at least like
Six digits and his niggas ain’t gon’ eat right (right, right)
But what it see like?
Flat broke, got him feeling he don’t need life
Split screen, to the left is police lights
To the right, visualizing his dream life (right, right)
What it see like?
He gon’ have to be willing to leave life
Half his blood on the cross like he Jes’ Christ
All the love that he lost, that’s a cheap price (right, right)
But what it see like?
Niggas can’t shine like these lights
‘Cause niggas ain’t grind like [?] right
But shit ain’t even always what it seem, right?

What it be like?
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?

What it be like?
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
On the small of my back tucked for these nights
Speeding through the city under street lights

Calvin Harris – Heatstroke (feat. Young Thug, Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

Won’t you please
Slow it down?
I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
Tryna walk with you, darlin’
Do you hear me?
And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
The love you got from me
And every time, I look out at my seat today
They chase, they flash they flash, yes
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m tryna beat it up, Beat Pills right now
Athletic in the sheets, I got skills right now
Break bread with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
QB, I’ll throw it
Teeth white, Newports
I won’t need, like shorts
80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
I’m tryna fuck with you ’til we on life support
I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life is short (facts)
No passport to go with me, I had to get deported
Release, let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Release (release), let go (let go), and have a good time
Let’s have a good, have a good time, ow
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I’ve just been inspired
Oh babe
Jeffery!
Brand new chapter of a real you
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
King of the jungle, tycoon
Everybody thinking that’s a cartoon
We just wanna party, way back in the war room
Do you want some? No I don’t, son
Tryna watch me ballin’, do you want money?
I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
Shawty suck the dick good, she wanna fuck it first
Hey mista, you a rat burn
Good hair down her back
Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
Fuck it up, throw it back
No shave, Brazilian wax
Release, let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Release (release), let go (let go), and have a good time
Let’s have a good, have a good time, ow
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
Oh, when you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I’ve just been inspired
When you do things like this
And you set me free, boy
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I’ve just been inspired
Hey babe
I could sweat like this all night
Oh, heatstroke, oh
I think you opened my eyes

Drake – Portland (feat. Quavo & Travis Sc (More Life Album)

[Intro: Drake]
Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice
Yeah
It’s all Habibis ting, ya?

[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
Tryna show the dogs brighter days
Got a torch, tryna light the way
Bitin’ everybody, which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
Have fans but you let ’em down
But I guess that’s how you niggas gettin’ down
I’m so high up I’m like, "How is niggas really gettin’ down?"
I could never have a kid, then be out here still kiddin’ around
Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party
And I gave it to the killas just to break it down
Bring us up, I never take us down
But if you bring me up, then they might take you down
Fake fuck with me back then
But it’s gettin’ hard for you to fake it now
Fuck bein’ rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now

[Hook: Quavo]
Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrt

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo) Young nigga, I invented you
Ike Turner with the left hand
Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
Gangland with the right hand
Undertaker with the tattoos
Never listen to the class rules
Switch it up would be the last move (Let’s go!)
I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
You got the going out sad bitches
I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
I got the keys to the streets (keys)
You got the key to defeat (defeated)
I got the keys to the warzone (brrrapt)
You got the key to the bees (ugh)

[Hook: Quavo]
Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
Gettin’ loose, off the Henny rock, and a hint of Goose
Ocean deep in my swimmin’ pool
Throwin’ Dead Prez in my livin’ room
Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
Flood my rollie, told my bitch, "Let’s go snorkelin’!"
Out in Portland, tryna get in her organs
No, I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
(Yeah) I might just go get the fade
Buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
It’s lit at the crib, you could stay
Me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
I guess, fuck the fuck-shit, I’m biased
I mix, double the cup when I’m stressed
Got my momma out the basement
That’s a different type of face lift
Free Max B out the bracelets
Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is

[Hook: Quavo]
Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes

Portland – Drake lyrics

Lyrics Drake – Portland

Yeahhh, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
Tryna show the dogs brighter days
Got a torch, tryna light the way
Bitin’ everybody, which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
Have fans but you let ’em down
But I guess that’s how you niggas gettin’ down
I’m so high up I’m like, “How is niggas really gettin’ down?”
I could never have a kid, then be out here still kiddin’ around
Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party
And I gave it to the killas just to break it down
Bring us up, I never take us down
But if you bring me up, then they might take you down
Fake fuck with me back then
But it’s gettin’ hard for you to fake it now
Fuck bein’ rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now.(portland)

Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrrrt.

(Quavo) Young nigga, I invented you
Ike Turner with the left hand
Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
Gangland with the right hand
Undertaker with the tattoos
Never listen to the class rules
Switch it up would be the last move (Let’s go!)
I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
You got the going out sad bitches
I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
I got the keys to the streets (keys)
You got the key to defeat (defeated)
I got the keys to the warzone
You got the key to the bees.

Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe.

We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
Gettin’ loose, off the Henny rock, and a hint of Goose
Ocean deep in my swimmin’ pool versuri-lyrics.info
Throwin’ Dead Prez in my livin’ room
Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
Flood my rollie, told my bitch, “Let’s go snorkelin’!”
Out in Portland, tryna get in her organs
No, I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
(Yeah) I might just go get the fade
Buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
It’s lit at the crib, you could stay
Me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
I guess, fuck the fuck-shit, I’m biased
I mix, double the cup when I’m stressed
Got my momma out the basement
That’s a different type of face lift
Free Max B out the bracelets
Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is.

Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoesss.
Drake lyrics
Video Drake

DRAKE – Portland lyrics

(Murda on the beat, so it’s not nice…)

It’s all Habibis ting, ya?

Yeah, my side girl got a 5S with the screen cracked
Still hit me back right away, better not never hesitate
Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved
Tryna show the dogs brighter days, got a torch tryna light the way
Biting everybody which is ironic ’cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day
Half assed but you let ’em down
But I guess that’s how you nigga’s gettin’ down
I’m so high up I’m like, how is nigga’s really gettin’ down?
I could never have a kid then be out here still kiddin’ around
Boys playin’ around, where you really wanna take it now?
I got a hundred fifty thousand dollars for an after party and I gave it to the killas just to break it down
Bring us up, I never take us down
But if you bring me up then they might take you down
Fake fuck with me back then but it’s gettin hard for you to fake it now
Fuck being rich when I’m forty, man, I’m tryna make it now

Hell nah
Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrt, oh

(Quavo)
Young nigga, I invented you
Mike Turner with the left hand
Griselda Blanco with the trap moves
Gangland with the right hand
Undertaker with the tattoos
Never listen to the class rules
Switch it up would be the last move
(Let’s go)
I’m a magnet for bad bitches (magnet)
You got the going out sad bitches
I spent a fifty on the chain (racks)
You spent your last fifty (ugh, cash)
I got the keys to the streets (keys)
You got the key to defeat (defeated)
I got the keys to the warzone (brrrapt)
You got the key to the bees (ugh)

Hell nah
Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Fuck the Benz just the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe

We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
We gon’ go live, we gon’ go live, yep
Gettin’ loose, off that Henny, rock and that Goose
Ocean deep in my swimming pool
Pourin’ Dead Prez in my living room
Takin’ shots, feelin’ bulletproof
Flood my rollie, told my bitch, “let’s go snorkelin’”
Out in Portland tryna get in her organs
No I did not sign with Jay, but I still send a Tidal wave
Yep, I might just go get the fade buy the du-rag and just tie the waves
It’s lit at the crib, you could stay, me and Drake kick like Kid N’ Play
The way that she servin’ that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
I guess, fuck the fuck shit, I’m biased
I mix, double the cup with Nitrous
Got my momma out the basement
That’s a different type of face lift
[?] bracelets
Don’t hit us askin’ what the wave is

Hell nah
Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these nigga’s ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrt, oh

Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt, skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt, Skrrt, oh

Sean Leon – Redway’s Song (feat. Redway) (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Verse 1 – Redway]
(My nigga, where you been with that new shit?)
I took some L’s and a few things
Don’t check for niggas who ain’t checking
And check the soldiers, I got [?]
Addressing who’s heads is really swelling
When really they ending this fucking pending
I’m just factual
While my [?] is on Complex
That’s why I’m cocky in my context
Now this ain’t been no contest
Cause I don’t wanna hear no comments
Nigga, fuck your content
I’m playing like that prospect
I swear I really love my queens, Jerry took me to the projects
Y’all niggas all new scheming
I’m getting brain from your baby like your boo teething
So many shots now, all I know is mesh
And So So Def, your shit is so-so, meh

[Hook – Sean Leon]
Nigga, why these niggas hating, why they jealous?
Wonder who you really, nigga, tell us
Heard they snitching on me, heard they telling
Why these niggas hating, why they jealous?

[Verse 2 – Sean Leon]
Baby momma cussin’, I’m bobbing and weaving in public
She sucker punch me, I’ll get her back when we fucking
I sabotage with some other guys off the subject
Some record label that wouldn’t budge out the budget
Fuck it, I might just do it myself
Made millions with my niggas, call that shit sharing wealth
Yeah, my shit sold out, your shit still on the shelf
I would’ve killed them, but they killing themselves
Young boys hot for the dollar
Young girls screenshotting the shotter
Either that or they pop and they swallow
Daddyvelli, flashing lights and confetti
I’m Michael Jordan, Michael Phelps, Makaveli
My girlfriend told me that we having a daughter
My first thought was, "Shit, I’m copping a…"
My first thought was, "Shit, I’m copping a chopper"

[Hook – Sean Leon]
Nigga, why these niggas hating, why they jealous?
Wonder who you really, nigga, tell us
Heard they snitching on me, heard they telling
Why these niggas hating, why they jealous?

[Instrumentation]

[Outro]
Every single day I’m tired
I wash my face, crush my-, aw shit, (hold up)
Every single day I’m tired
Every single day I’m tired
I wash my face, crush a nug and get higher
Inspire, I set out to inspire
[?] from insanity
My intentions from instincts, my endeavors
[?] and now or never
Get better, I promise to get better
And if it wasn’t for karma, you’d be bitter
(depending on a-) depending on a feeling
I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
Depending on a feeling
I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
I fail unless I feel I’m being failed
(fulfillment from a feeling)
I [?] feeling well

Flo Rida – Game Time (feat. Sage The Gemini)

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
I’mma hustler, baby, why you think they pay me?
Let me know when you’re ready to roll
Do 180 in the gray Mercedes
South Beach where they love me the most
And you know they gon’ watch me balling like I’m Michael Jordan
And always win like he did in the fourth
When the shots is falling and the phone’s recordin’
Yeah, you know that we doing the most

[Pre-Chorus: Flo Rida]
We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
Like we won the championship game
We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 2: Sage the Gemini]
I’mma let you shop until your feet is sore
I’mma [?] the credit card made from [?]
It’s game time and I’m in the post
Nah, me and your ex can’t have the same score
Tryna hit the end zone ‘fore the friend zone
And maybe bring friends to the end zone
It’s up to you when we in Syracuse
Get you hot and cool you down, I got the damn flu

[Pre-Chorus: Sage the Gemini]
We gon’ make it rain, rain, rain
Like we won the championship game
We gon’ need some more champagne to take it all the way

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

[Verse 3: Sage the Gemini]
Step back, hit ’em with the shake
Cross over, going hard in the paint
Hit that, money in the bank
All star, watch me do it all day
Step back, hit ’em with the shake
Cross over, going hard in the green
Hit that, money in the bank
All star, going hard

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
It’s about to go down in a minute
Let me touchdown, I’mma get it
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
To make it go from the friend zone to the end zone
Tryna take it to the house, baby, let’s go
Cause I, I, I been waiting all night
It’s game time

Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

Fetty Wap – Shit I Like (feat. Monty)

[Intro]
Uhm, that’s that shit I like (shit I like, Zoovie)
Uhm, that’s that shit I like (2016 shit God damn)
Uhm, acting like I like
Uhm, yeah
(Ace Bankz on the track)

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a (?)
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
My first ‘Rari came with butter (?)
And the Draco come equipped with monkey nuts
Yeah, niggas screaming 17, they know it’s us
Yeah, Zoovie from the house, hold it up
Yeah, I made all these niggas think they throwing up
Yeah, diamonds hitting hard, they know it’s us
Yeah, you keep talking bout a sack then roll it up
Yeah, I be out here with the ice, I’m frozen up
Ay, she gon’ ask me ‘fore she take it, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, in the morning waking, baking, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, she got sauce in different flavors, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, Michael Jordan out the Lakers, I be sipping ripe
Yeah, Kobe Bryant in the lemonade, sipping light
I got 23’s on my Ferrari, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, they play my shit at every party, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, I’m so icy just like Guwop, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, I’ma take over the winter, I’m like "yeah that’s right"
Yeah, told your ass from the beginning I ain’t nothing light
Yeah, I am not your average nigga, I got hella stripes
Yeah, known to pull up on my lonely rocking all my ice
Yeah, I was raised with the lions, I will take your life
Nothing scary bout the zoo, I’m the king, that’s right
Ay, RGF the Island, take a water ride
Yeah, pull up on your block bitch, come outside

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a(?)
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

[Verse 2: Monty]
Pass me the Petron when I’m sipping light
Monty, I be stoned when I’m getting high
Diamonds in my stones, that’s the shit I like
If she ain’t going home she getting dick tonight
You only live once so I’m living life
And my diamonds shining like some Christmas lights
Party all night, I think I missed my flight
Had to get rich, couldn’t get by
Went from sipping Kool-Aide to sipping D’usse
Think I’m getting caught up in my new ways
Nothing but designers in my suitcase
150 on us on a Tuesday

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a (?)
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

[Outro]
Yeah, that’s that shit I like baby
Oh, that’s that shit I like baby
Oh, that’s that shit I like baby
Ay, (?) that’s that shit I like baby

Shit I like – Fetty Wap feat. Monty lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Shit I like

Uhm, that’s that sh*t I like
Uhm, that’s that shit I like
Uhm, acting like I like
Uhm, yeahhh
(Ace Bankz on the track).

I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that sh*t I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, juice from Elianette, I live like a Lord
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that sh*t I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that sh*t I like
Ay, swerving with these b*tches, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that sh*t I like, that’s that sh*t I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that sh*t I like.

My first ‘Rari came with butter ..
And the Draco come equipped with monkey nuts
Yeah, niggas screaming 17, they know it’s us
Yeah, Zoovie from the house, hold it up
Yeah, I made all these niggas think they throwing up
Yeah, diamonds hitting hard, they know it’s us
Yeah, you keep talking bout a sack then roll it up
Yeah, I be out here with the ice, I’m frozen up
Ay, she gon’ ask me ‘fore she take it, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, in the morning waking, baking, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, she got sauce in different flavors, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, Michael Jordan out the Lakers, I be sipping ripe
Yeah, Kobe Bryant in the lemonade, sipping light
I got 23’s on my Ferrari, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, they play my shit at every party, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, I’m so icy just like Guwop, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, I’m a take over the winter, I’m like “yeah that’s right”
Yeah, told your ass from the beginning I ain’t nothing light
Yeah, I am not your average nigga, I got hella stripes
Yeah, known to pull up on my lonely rocking all my ice
Yeah, I was raised with the lions, I will take your life
Nothing scary bout the zoo, I’m the king, that’s right
Ay, RGF the Island, take a water ride
Yeah, pull up on your block b*tch, come outside.

I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that sh*t I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, juice from Elianette, I live like a Lord
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that sh*t I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that sh*t I like
Ay, swerving with these b*tches, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that sh*t I like, that’s that sh*t I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that sh*t I like.

Pass me the Petron when I’m sipping light
Monty, I be stoned when I’m getting high
Diamonds in my stones, that’s the sh*t I like
If she ain’t going home she getting dick tonight
You only live once so I’m living life
And my diamonds shining like some Christmas lights
Party all night, I think I missed my flight
Had to get rich, couldn’t get by
Went from sipping Kool-Aide to sipping D’usse
Think I’m getting caught up in my new ways
Nothing but designers in my suitcase
150 on us on a Tuesday.

I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that sh*t I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, juice from Elianette, I live like a Lord
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that sh*t I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that sh*t I like
Ay, swerving with these b*tches, that’s that sh*t I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that sh*t I like, that’s that sh*t I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that sh*t I like.

Yeah, that’s that shit I like baby
Oh, that’s that sh*t I like baby
Oh, that’s that sh*t I like baby
Ay, .. that’s that sh*t I like babyyy.
Fetty Wap lyrics
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Lil Durk – Watch Out Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
You gotta watch out
You gotta watch out

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
Ay, trappin’ off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was pourin’
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kickin’ in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these niggas hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

[Verse 1: Johnny Cinco]
You better watch out
I just bought a new (?) so watch it
Go ahead and watch it, I’mma pop it
I’m in that new thing, coulda went about private
This is binoculars, we gotta (?)
I got my doors up, I walked down and poured up
I’m shootin’ with the gang, (?) with the fame, I’m a lil’ solider
I used to ride on the bus now I got chauffeurs
Now I got chauffeurs, pop out the poster
I used to trap with my daddy, used to get racks with my daddy
We went to ‘Raq for away, all day
We got that pack ridin’ 99
A pair of good you can count on ’em, at the door

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
Ay, trappin’ off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was pourin’
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kickin’ in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these niggas hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

[Verse 2: Johnny Cinco & Hypno Carlito]
They be watchin’
All these diamonds got me frosty I be whipping like a holly
Bitch I’m sorry but I can’t go after nobody
In that ‘Rari got a barbie give me sloppy ’til she grindin’
I’m just watchin’ while she top me
Niggas hatin’ let ’em hate
OTF everyway, we do this on a day to day
They got you hoes like a layaway
Michael Jordan with the double fadaway
Fly nigga, rich nigga, I made the ways
Still catch a body if a nigga play
Ain’t contemplatin’ since Soldier died ain’t been the same
Get more bread, more cocaine, help that nigga with no name
I was that nigga with no fame
Carlito baby ain’t shit changed
I be gettin’ money like 10 ways
All different hustles nigga get paid
Nigga yeah yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
Ay, trappin’ off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was pourin’
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kickin’ in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these niggas hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

[Verse 3: YRN Trae]
Playin’ with the gang, we bring them pipes out
Yeah, tryna ride the wave you gon’ get wiped out
Yeah that shit that you runnin’ it’s on me right now
You know you might just catch a clip for actin’ (?)
And you know we play with pistols, we don’t fight fair
Huh call me ghetto man I’m asleep like it’s a nightmare
(?) clair is what I might wear
Got a nigga car in my right ear
Now I jumped off the porshe
7.6 who can take down the horse
Yeah plug in Miami, get them bricks off the port
And I might just count a 100 thousand when I’m bored
I’m a boss they know it huh they know it

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
Ay, trappin’ off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was pourin’
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kickin’ in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these niggas hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them frauds and them niggas who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah hey uh

Migos – So Sick Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
So sick, so sick, so sick
Achoo
Fucking with the bird got sick
Fucking with the bird got sick

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Got bands like I play with the Nets
So sick, pass me the Kleenex
So sick, wipe my nose with the check
Touch down in a 2012 jet
Plugged in, ain’t talking Internet
Make movie like Cinemax
Bad bih know how to cook crack
Now the whole hood going in a trap attack
Got the feet itching like chicken pox
Got a nigga mad cause a nigga re-rock
Ice on my neck looking like a freeze pop
Got the bitch sucking on my dick like a ring pop
Quick to shoot a nigga just like a slingshot
Top shooter nigga put me on top shot
Came from the bottom now a nigga at the top
Shawty got sick when she seen the top drop

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 2: Offset]
Leopard print Versace, I look like I belong in a zoo
Diamonds so cold, caught the flu
So sick, make a young nigga puke
In the lab smoking gas like Snoop
Sipping on the lean like the shit hot soup
Finessing on the plug with the Reggie Bush juke
And I keep the blow like a nigga play the flute
Coughing on the gas, bronchitis
In the kitchen water whipping, making Miley Cyrus
Pot is so sick like the shroom caught a virus
Pockets on fat while you niggas on a diet
Fucking with the squad, he done start a double riot
Bounce nigga shit, I don’t stand in line
Bad bitches in the club sniffing my lines
Water whip the brick, hit it with the blowdryer

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Fucking with the birds on the counter, bird flu
[?] dripping on a nigga, need a towel
Beat a nigga in the wind, make a nigga throw the towel
GT Benz and just got a [?]
[?] .45 go bow
Spent 10 racks on a sick Audemar
Put a H in my bedroom, put a H in the car
[?] coupe make the whip look sick
Think I’m a DJ with the work, remix
Red on the bottom of the shoe, piru
Wrist sick like Michael Jordan when he had the flu
Got a bad ass bih and she dripping Swagu
So sick, sneezing on the track, achoo
Black and white coupe look like an 8-ball
Green diamonds on my pinky like a [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

Fetty Wap – Shit I Like Lyrics

[Intro]
Uhm, that’s that shit I like (shit I like, Zoovie)
Uhm, that’s that shit I like (2016 shit God damn)
Uhm, acting like I like
Uhm, yeah
(Ace Bankz on the track)

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a (?)
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
My first ‘Rari came with butter (?)
And the Draco come equipped with monkey nuts
Yeah, niggas screaming 17, they know it’s us
Yeah, Zoovie from the house, hold it up
Yeah, I made all these niggas think they throwing up
Yeah, diamonds hitting hard, they know it’s us
Yeah, you keep talking bout a sack then roll it up
Yeah, I be out here with the ice, I’m frozen up
Ay, she gon’ ask me ‘fore she take it, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, in the morning waking, baking, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, she got sauce in different flavors, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, Michael Jordan out the Lakers, I be sipping ripe
Yeah, Kobe Bryant in the lemonade, sipping light
I got 23’s on my Ferrari, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, they play my shit at every party, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, I’m so icy just like Guwop, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, I’ma take over the winter, I’m like “yeah that’s right”
Yeah, told your ass from the beginning I ain’t nothing light
Yeah, I am not your average nigga, I got hella stripes
Yeah, known to pull up on my lonely rocking all my ice
Yeah, I was raised with the lions, I will take your life
Nothing scary bout the zoo, I’m the king, that’s right
Ay, RGF the Island, take a water ride
Yeah, pull up on your block bitch, come outside

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a(?)
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

[Verse 2: Monty]
Pass me the Petron when I’m sipping light
Monty, I be stoned when I’m getting high
Diamonds in my stones, that’s the shit I like
If she ain’t going home she getting dick tonight
You only live once so I’m living life
And my diamonds shining like some Christmas lights
Party all night, I think I missed my flight
Had to get rich, couldn’t get by
Went from sipping Kool-Aide to sipping D’usse
Think I’m getting caught up in my new ways
Nothing but designers in my suitcase
150 on us on a Tuesday

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I stack all blue hundreds, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, stunting on them all, that’s that shit I like
Me and all my niggas balling, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, juice from Eliantte, I live like a (?)
Yeah, I got cars straight from Germany, that shit I like
Yeah, all my diamonds needed surgery to see ’em right
Ay, shitting on these niggas, that’s that shit I like
Ay, swerving with these bitches, that’s that shit I like
Yeah, ay, that’s that shit I like, that’s that shit I like
Uhm, acting like I like it, uhm that’s that shit I like

[Outro]
Yeah, that’s that shit I like baby
Oh, that’s that shit I like baby
Oh, that’s that shit I like baby
Ay, (?) that’s that shit I like baby

Derek Minor – Hold Up (Reflection Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Now pay attention to me mayne
Y’all lucky that I’m not hungry today
I could put your favorite rapper on my plate
But I would be starvin’ an hour later
Cuz nowadays is music lackin’ substance?
Is this the best that we come up with million dollar budgets?
If you trying to hear the dope truth I got the plug then
Get connected to source, I’m shinin’ cuz I’m plugged in
Hold up, wait a minute
Boy you got me messed up!
If you think that I’mma sell my soul to write a check off
I’m just tryna write a verse so sick you need a check up
And tell the homie God is real, so boy you keep your head up!
This that motivation you gon need
At the table with our enemies
Napkin round my neck, and we gon’ eat
It ain’t nothing you can do to me
I was blind but I see now
Lot of people tryna shut us down
But I do it for the Kingdom now
This redemption He gon hold us down!

[Chorus]
I say hold up
I been on my business
Talkin’ true like I’m in church, now tell me can I get a witness?
I say hold up
What you see is what you get
And on the real I know they feel it
Cuz I’ve always been authentic
I say hold up
You could never hold us
If you think that we gon fold up
Then I guess you do not know us
I say hold up
You might have to get me going out
Cuz when I’m in it bro you know my teammates with me
I say hold up

[Verse 2]
I thought I heard you tell me I had to sell out (I’m not for sale)
But I’m still being me on stage at a sell out
What’s the point of being famous if I can’t be the person that I was made to be?
Shining the light of the Lord and a hundred percent Minor?
That’s okay to me
I came up from nothing, I’m leaving with nothing
2000 like Kobe, I shoot at the buzzer
That negative wave, end the discussion
Kill all the hate and not leavin for budgets
And whatever calls, so I gotta ball, what you tryin to say?
I call that bull, and it’s Michael Jordan, watch it fade away
Money and power, money and power
So infatuated, with this
Money and power, money and power
You can’t take it with you homie
Don’t you let it kill you homie
You know I feel you homie
Let’s keep it real homie
Can I keep it real homie?
Some of us not living life we just breathin to death
Knock on the world in your life time then tell me what’s left
One legacy, when I die will y’all still remember me?
I just pray that I’m real as real could be
Show y’all what reflect greatness means
Til then boy

[Chorus]
I say hold up
I been on my business
Talkin true like I’m in church now tell me can I get a witness?
I say hold up
What you see is what you get
And on the real I know the feeling it
Cuz I’ve always been authentic
I say hold up
You could never hold us
If you think that we gon fold up
I guess you do not know us
I say hold up
You might have to get me going out
Cuz when I’m in it bro you know my teammates with me
I say hold up

[Outro]
I say hold up
I say hold up
I say hold up

Wale – Brightseat Road Freestyle (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, turn me up some more
Uh, yeah, yeah
Wale, though
All day, though, uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
My mind thinks at a light speed
Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don’t like me
I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme
When all them OGs was wearin’ them white jeans
A sidekick and a dime piece
That’s the recipe for everything I would need
And would you ever think that bust’ from north east
My luck would go up and the greatest rapper will sign me
Shawn Carter, the product 5 of a lot of artists
Seen a Future in a nigga like Desiigner product
Tryna modify the fuckin’ top 5, home
Get a lil chicken while the fuckin’ sky fallin’
Sky fallin’, sky fallin’
I’m left out of top 5s, it’s cool I write for ’em
Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters
And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it
GOAT with the POEM
Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn
All I see, a bunch of D riders
We gots to call out people who don’t be dope for shit
Never seen dope or nothin’
They think they special, but I think they bluffin’
My plane is comin’, my J 11’s
What Mic could say that Wale so redundant
You know a concords?
Aw forget it, they ain’t on board
I’m still goin’, concord on board
Michael Jordan, aw screw it
The mob moves at a lightspeed
I like brown skin bitches and Nikes
Hate clown ass niggas
Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat
Road Road Road Road
Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost

Game – I Grew Up On Wu-Tang (1992 Album) letras

[Sample: Raekwon]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom’s bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose
Only way I be gettin’ the G off was drug loot
And let’s start it like this son, rolling with this one and that one
(Bongo by the way, red Wallabies)

[Verse 1]
Buzzing with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, then gave her some Listerine
Put a condom on and let her grind it like a centipede
(Cash rules everything around me)
Before Dre found me
Before my city crowned me
Bummie lil nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother’s clothes, them shits used to drown me
6 years passed now I’m banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit won’t even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my cellie just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX shining
Now these bitches think I’m Lex Diamonds

[Hook]
Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
(Cash rules everything around me)
(Cash rules everything around me)

[Verse 2]
I grew up on Wu-Tang
Dope had my shoe game Liu Kang
Jordan 12’s sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on them titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas wanna kill me
Cause I turned into the plug, I’m where the chronic and the pills be
RZA with the rings, Old Dirty with the stainless
5 .38 revolvers, 36 chambers
Killah like Ghostface
As the Rollie rotate
Daytons on the S-Class equipped with the floor safe
And we had the stash spots with them red and blue tops
Chronic in the gladlock
The dope spot padlocked
In the living room bagging shit up watching Matt Lock
Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late
Skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic circulate the purple tape

[Hook]
I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
(Cash rules everything around me)
(Cash rules everything around me)
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar, dollar bill y’all)