Juice WRLD – The Bees Knees Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s go, let’s go
Chasing the lean
Let’s go (Okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let’s do it

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay

[Verse 1]
It’s my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he’s the shit, words from my peers
Don’t like me, you can suck a dick, that’s how it goes around here
Cowboy, oh yeah, big six shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna fuck me, bitch, then fuck me (Let’s do it)
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (Let’s do it)
These niggas really want me dead
I don’t really think they that lucky (C’mon)
I told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it (Whoa)
I wouldn’t lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn’t lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
And I ain’t never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
A sexual eruption (Smash)
Open up them legs, I’m hungry

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’ (Yeah)
I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (C’mon)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Let’s go)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (All white)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Verse 2]
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it’s a wave, nigga, I’m a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin’ about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I’m AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein’ afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin’ involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain’t gon’ shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I’ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I’m a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin’ a thot, boy, givin’ ’em top where they brain is
I’m a rockstar lifestyle livin’, dirt bike ridin’, totin’ stainless, I aim big

[Pre-Chorus]
Bank account eruptin’
I need me a safe or something (I do)
I’m a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
I don’t need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
But it’s a Wraith on my wrist or somethin’ (Wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin’ (Rape my wrist)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
Just ’cause we black, that’s how they comin’ (I know it, yeah)

[Chorus]
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that’s faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That’s codeine in it, no Ace of Spades

[Beat Switch]

[Interlude]
Let me switch it up on y’all fuck niggas, haha
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Uh (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Double cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
It don’t matter how fucked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I’m the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees (The bees knees), I am
The bees knees (The bees knees), bitch, I am
The bees knees
It’s hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can’t afford loyalty
‘Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It’s child’s play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am

[Refrain]
OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up the racks, bitch, I’m the bees knees
I’m OC
Never do coke, no, fuck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin’ thrax
Countin’ up these racks, I’m the bees knees
(I am the bees knees)

[Outro]
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin’ that talk
‘Cause you talkin’ to a boss
That’s real
My fault, I’m high
A death race for love
I ain’t just racin’ for love though (No I’m not)
My heart racin’
My money racin’ (Facts), my mind racin’ (Facts)
All black diamonds like I’m racist (Huh, you dig?)
“Lucid Dreams” still on your bitch playlist (Yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin’ like, “How could you say this?”
Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
Smokin’ thrax, countin’ racks (Bees knees)
No fuck racks, need a black card
That’s how I’m gon’ show you I’m hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
(Talk that talk, Juice, stop fuckin’ with these niggas)
I’m a businessman, so that mean I’m ’bout my business, man
(A businessman, I’m a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
Ayy, RP go that shit, this boy got that shit
(No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y’all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin’ basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees

Migos – CC lyrics

(feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh?
Huncho, Gato

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She see blue faces, it’s no explanation (no, no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (Woah, yeah)
Told her just be patient, I’ma make you famous (yeah)
If yo’ nigga want beef, treat it like it’s Angus (bow, eat it up)
Little bit of dick, get nasty (bleugh) I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty girl, low-key classy (woo) I gotta flip her (flip her)
I ain’t here for no pictures (nah) put Huncho in the middle (Huncho!)
Young nigga poppin’ them bands (woo) like Marshawn poppin’ them Skittles (hey)
Young nigga got a big green truck, lookin’ like Riddler, Riddler (uh)
What bitch name with the mean suck? Damn, I can’t even remember (damn)
Money fall, yell, timber (timber) ice on in the winter (ice)
Put the plug in the blender (brrr) then he showed up for dinner (that’s cold)

[Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it) (go)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr) (agh)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo) (wow)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh) (Wop)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Quavo]
I suppose, propose, to show off my Rollie in Rolls (in Rolls)
This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control
Fuck the folks and the border patrol
Coast guard, free all of the bros (free the bros)
We the goats, who want some smoke
Cause we set all of the smokes
We got lows, my 66′ spokes
They look like dinner rolls (dinner rolls)
I hit my coupe, now it’s a centerfold (centerfold)
Multi-million, but I jiggalo (jiggalo)
My portfolio say I sold plenty coke
Wop!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset, hey)
Applyin’ the pressure for mo’ millions (pressure)
The bricks come from Japan and Korea (Korea)
I done made 2.5 on my Nokia (brrr)
He got kidnapped after that shit too real
Bad bitch, she walkin’ with Chanel on her feet (Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, Chanel)
Litty got her titties done, now she on fleek
Plain Jane rollin’ with the bust AP (plain, plain, plain, plain)
I make the thottie meet me at the Grand Marquis (thottie)
Playin’ for keeps, gotta move it low-key (playin’ for keeps)
She tryna fuck, she in heat (hey)
Yeah, she gotta fuck by the three (smashed)
Tip toein’ back door and creep (back door)
I don’t know no tricks, but I treat (no tricks)
I told her to suck with a beat
Put Emerald sets in my links (emerald)
24-karat my sink

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
17-5 for the mink (white)
Turn the housewife to a freak (freak)
And I got the ice on fleek (fleek)
Chanel, double down, CC (Chanel)
He’ll tell you, it’s a price on me (he’ll tell you)
Ran off, made your life on me (ran off)
No gun, pull a knife on me (knife)
Back back, get your wife off me (back back)
On sight with me (on sight) my diamonds fight with me (my diamonds fight)
Can’t clone, we on, fly like drones, they bitin’ me (argh)
A sight to see (sight) this gas tank on E (E)
North Pole, wrist on freeze (ice), wait ’til my dawg get free (free)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Bad bitch know somethin’ (know somethin’)
Give her that money, go and blow somethin’ (blow it)
She want a rack ’til I pop somethin’ (rack)
She want a trick, I’m not one (not one)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrt)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we havin’ it (woo)
Drums to the face, closed casket (brrr)
The pot look greasy (woo)
Suck me up, she please me (woo)
Chanel like CC (CC)
Upgrade a bitch from Bebe (Bebe)
If she see money, she go get it (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (racks)
She keep up them bands with no nigga (hey)

Tech N9ne – My Fault Lyrics

[Hook: Nave Monjo]
They try to take me out the game
But ain’t no stopping me
No
I’ll never change it I don’t owe any apologies
Yeah fuck what they thought
I rise and they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don’t get no applause
I’m just being me ain’t no way that it’s my fault
No no

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I was rocking a show back in ’03
A pack a people started lovin’ me lowkey
I give em a lot of more sounds
Them system cats in more towns
Rappers from Cleveland and rappers from OC
Forever bound and loving the clever sounds
With the people seeking my evil
And people runnin’ a clown throwin’ down
Lot of love going round
Got the blood blowing now
It was a group effort the Juggalos and the Metalheads, the thugs and college kids they boost records
No matter whose neck in the woods crews get work
All in together no matter whose net worth
So many years with Whoop Whoop experts
Then something got weird just like a blue Tech shirt
Hot 97 compared the two vet’s work
Pretty much said they one in the same ooh that hurts
Somebody you can’t compare to anyone
All they knew for sure is that I’m making plenty funds
I took offense to the incredible sinny brung
Its some Juggalos took it bad and wanted to gimme guns
Death threats from a couple of tough Jugs when they leader said I wasn’t really giving enough love on the show
To the Juggalo this is not for all of the family but to the few that is trippin’ to hell you can go

[Hook: Nave Monjo]
They try to take me out the game
But ain’t no stopping me
No
I’ll never change it I don’t owe any apologies
Yeah fuck what they thought
I rise and they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don’t get no applause
I’m just being me ain’t no way that it’s my fault
No no

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Last Strictly Strange Tour off in Milwaukee
3000 fans so I feel bossy
‘Cause I remember we used to play The Rave downstairs
Now we up in The Room it’s real costly
All the people they catchin’ the chills off me
My camera crew is taping the ill frosties
From the fans we making the ladies dance
And the ladies are elated, not sedated like Bill Cosby’s
They just waiting for the ooh Areola near the end of the show
Then we do Areola, we didn’t see anything but a few aureolas out of so many women so that was boo Areola
Only saw 4 from the stage when they up on the shoulders you can never tell they underage
Next day when the parent was creeping on her daughter’s page
Saw the bit of her daughter flashing and now she in a rage
She made her daughter tell authorities we made her do it
Yeah right more like the guy that raised her to it
My partner O’ apostrophe called me hostily
Saying the cameras got em yellin’ child pornography
We been doing Areola for 8 years
Now we gotta stay clear cause some fake tears
Tried to shut Tech down so I cut that now
When I bust that sound
But I betcha Milwaukee really fucked that round
When the Tech N9na come into ya town

[Hook: Nave Monjo]
They try to take me out the game
But ain’t no stopping me
No
I’ll never change it I don’t owe any apologies
Yeah fuck what they thought
I rise and they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don’t get no applause
I’m just being me ain’t no way that it’s my fault
No no

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
None of this shit is my fault
So long Areola
Yeah none of this shit is my fault
It was fun while it lasted
Know they was winning but lost
Damn
Trying to shut out a boss

NICKI MINAJ – Roman Holiday lyrics

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You’ll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

You done, you tight?
You suck at life?
You don’t want a round three? You done suffered twice
Worship the queen and you might could pass
Keep it real, these bitches couldn’t wipe my ass
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali
These bitches can’t even spell that
You, you hoes buggin’
Repel that
Let me tell you this, sister
I am, I am colder than a blister
Cause my flow’s the sickest
And I’m a lunatic
And this can’t be cured with no Elixir
Cuz y’all know who da f*ck, what da f*ck, I do
I done put the pressure to every thug I knew
Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too
And put the hyena in a freakin zoo

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You’ll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

Bitch, twitch, bitch!
Motherf*ckers right, this is World War 6
This right here might make a bitch die
And this right here gon make a bitch cry
And if we’re being honest, I am such a great guy
And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock
I’mma put her in a dungeon under, under
All these bitches ain’t eating
They dieing of hunger
Motherf*cker I need, who the f*ck is this ho
And yes maybe just a touch of tourettes
Get my wigs terrence go and get my beret

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You’ll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday

Come all ye faithful
Joyful and Triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski x3

Talking bout me, you talking about me?
I dare a motherf*cker, be talking about me
These bitches must be smokin’ a couple of OC
They want the outline, I give them a goatee
G* motherf*cker they talking about me?
I dare a motherf*cker, be talking about me
These bitches must be smokin a couple of OC
Ha ba ba ba ba gum goatee

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You’ll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday)
A Roman holiday