Pries – Deuce Deuce

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 1: Lil Johnnie]
I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
And I don’t give a fuck about your fuckin’ nana
All my brothers on the block stay with them hammers
They ain’t buildin’ houses, they pull up and blam ya
You ain’t talkin’ money there ain’t shit to say
Callin’ up the plug, I need a zip a day
Holdin’ out your knock well that’s a give-a-way
You a pussy bitch it’s in your DNA
I feel I’m Pac the way I turn that deuce to a dub
I feel I’m Pac the way I hit that lean with the cut
Hit that lean with the cut
This a swamp in my cup
I just got a pint through the mail man
I’ve been smokin’ dope with my mail man
I’ve been livin’ shit with like a mail man
Got that cookie-cookie by the bail man

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 2: Slim Jesus]
I just dropped a deuce in a pineapple soda
Then I called up Lil Johnnie on his Motorola
Told him I need a couple ounces of OG yoda
Said he on his way and we finna roll up
Then it’s back to the trap and I’m countin’ yola
I don’t play bout my money, no remote controller
I got shooters on call and they stay poured up
They pull up on ya, kill you quicker than ebola
Yeah I be with the savages where it’s dangerous
And we don’t fuck with 12 they ain’t scarin’ shit
Funk we do a lot of flexin’ he just movin’ licks
We run up in his house and we takin’ shit
Say he got a bad bitch, he just talkin’ shit
My bitch bad, your bitch fat, you call her thick
And I sold you cut lean cause you a straight lick
Go ahead, run up on me, you gon’ eat this clip

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

Trouble – Come Thru (feat. The Weeknd)

[Intro: Trouble]
Ear Drummers
Man, this crazy as fuck
You said you was talkin’ about what?
I got nothin’, man
30, you a fool for this one
I got nothin’ on no nothin’
Nah, straight like that, though
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me, too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me, too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke, bitch

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
Just want me to come through, come through
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 2: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Damn the bih ’bout dumb as a box of rocks, dawg I just get them sock
Find out lil’ bitty be the opps, you can’t be G and be the cops (yeah)
I can’t play myself out like that, fuck these hoes, keep gettin’ that dope
[?] countin’ mine won’t be tryin’ get no pussy, somethin’ I know
I was down bad on my luck, my dawg like three sum summers ago
Ain’t shit been sweet, but neither’s me so my bitch need 300 or more
I keep guns and ganja close, I keep funds, but I don’t boast
I know what it’s like to not have shit, it ain’t a bitch I owe
You don’t need ’em now
Ain’t no fuck nigga gon’ try me without sayin’ I went in his shit (fuck nigga)
Ain’t no fuck nigga gon’ disrespect the gang or try my bitch (fuck nigga)
[?] no game
Watch me straight up out that 6 [?] wit you gettin’ dismissed
I give a fed a Jadakiss, I rep that north for facin’ shit, Skoob

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 3: Trouble]
I was slidin’, vibin’, ridin’ 285, just in my thoughts
Do I need go hit this lick? Ain’t got no time to gettin’ caught
I can’t leave my folks down bad like that, guess I’m just gon’ slow roll it
Partner say he got OG in the 3, that’s where I’m rollin’
Focus nigga, need to focus mo’, that’s Motrin, ain’t no purp
You ain’t gon’ fuck me up like that, step on my shit, bitch, you’ll get murked
Few were out there in the bluff, Eastside just might see me in dirt
A two-piece snack in one piece skirts, can’t turn me down, this ain’t that vert
Got all 12’s on recurr, got off them bails, you hella hurt
Got a fair time, I failed to do, got a fair time, I failed the dirt
You lil’ bitches failed to mention when you gossip in your kitchen
How I held shit down since prison, how I held shit down in trenches huh

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Outro: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come, yeah
Come through
You must want a nigga to come
Come through
Oh, oh, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come? Yeah
Come through
Yeah, you must want a nigga to come

Smoke DZA – The Mood (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Yea
It’s a really fucking cool era we in
Yea, uh

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
It’s a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal
We coming through and we hostile
47 deep so everything’s getting toppled
Showtime nigga word to James word to goggles
Everybody’s fucked like a high price brothel
You can’t out-hustle a hustler so don’t try to
Word to Steezy the tactic is still survival
Fuck humble nigga ride on your rivals
The hoes wanna hang like my peacoat toggles
Guess who’s bizzack? Smokey and I’m here with the pack
After this you gon’ need you a nap
They throw shots we don’t even react
Like I ain’t got Pedro on payroll to take care of that
Set it out where it’s at
Nigga flow way in tact
The bag heavy scale off weigh it back
Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even laps
You can’t compare them boys to us
Shit, that’s not even rap

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, uh, and let me switch the mood
Gotta take a risk for your biggest wish to come true
I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional views
Where ain’t shit to lose just more proving
Finally got my piece of the pecan
Me and momma moving no more staying out on weekends
Got no time for snoozing know I’m out for Benjamins
Representing me, repping for all my people dreaded in my family
I see a canopy of bars thats overhead
Thinking to self there can’t be no one this hard, they all dead
Go and spar with the ghosts that’s on my side
I’m a star momma look up in the sky
Son shine bright, don’t I?
Only getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute
Like I am supposed to, very soon you will be out of minutes
You should let me coach ya, work the smoke
We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from these vultures

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
It ain’t for purchase gotta take the game in doses
The illest shit don’t really get too much promotion
Children of the indigo protect the fortress
Trump got the whole world feeling hopeless
Still I got my chest pokin’
Too much headaches not enough Motrin
Life will have a nigga self frozen
Won’t have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in
The flow golden, the wave, the boat rowing
We here, they no-showers
Smoke blowing the OG in the wind
Had a bunch of losers tell me I couldn’t win
See you taking off that’s when the hating shit begins
Watch you walking on water they say it’s cause you can’t swim
Time to transcend, hands in, boss and [?]
Ben Franklin’s, all across the globe my name ring
Airport, customs, walking through chain swing
You could tell I’m doing my damn thing
Ugh

Curren$y – All For Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
Tell me what’s it – what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Tell me what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Yea

[Verse 1]
Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don’t wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

[Verse 2]
Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

Lil Wop – Pint Of Blood

[Intro]
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Pssh, pssh, pssh
Aye, aye
Aye

[Hook]
Drink a pint of blood and then I go to sleep (it’s Wop, aye)
Chopper on the pillow case a nigga creep (it’s Wop, aye)
Bitches love to peep but they don’t ever speak (lil whores)
I could turn a good girl into a fucking freak (aye, it’s Wop)

[Verse]
Everywhere I go, these people watching me (it’s Wop, it’s Wop, it’s Wop)
She say, "Lil Wop, when you gon’ slide?", bitch, stop clocking me (it’s Wop, it’s Wop, lil whores)
This fucking shit ain’t free, you gotta pay the fee (it’s Wop)
OG gas bag fucking up my arteries (OG, aye)
I can’t stop popping xans, they apart of me (it’s Wop)
I can’t love a bitch, ’cause it ain’t no heart in me (aye)
Aye, that bitch gave me brain, she seem real smart to me (she smart)
That ain’t my ho, that bitch just roll my blunts and pop for me (lil whore)
Aye, I be off them xans, I can barely see (see)
Aye, I be high as hell, yeah, I look Chinese (it’s Wop, aye)
I just flew a bad bitch all the way from Belize (pssh)
Aye, that bitch do some shit you will not believe (lil whore)
Aye, ticked off, Rollie fake (fake, huh)
I don’t fuck with niggas, ’cause they hate (aye)
Had to cut some niggas off and get some cake (cake)
Collar full of Gucci, filled with snakes (snakes)
Aye, I just scored a pint of Wock and pour the eight (money)
And if I ever go back broke, I’ma take, aye (aye)
Your bitch wanna fuck, I tell her take it off
But that bitch don’t need a pussy, I’ma break her off (aye)
I done made it out the trenches, now my trap a loft (it’s Wop)
I don’t fuck with rap niggas ’cause these niggas soft (lil whore, aye)

[Hook]
Aye, drink a pint of blood and then I go to sleep (sleep)
Chopper on the pillow case a nigga creep (aye)
Bitches love to peep but they don’t ever speak (lil whores)
I could turn a good girl into a fucking freak (shit, aye)
Aye, drink a pint of blood and then I go to sleep (ugh)
Chopper on the pillow case a nigga creep (aye)
Bitches love to peep but they don’t ever speak (lil whores)
I could turn a good girl into a fucking freak (she bad)

[Outro]
It’s Wop

RENCE – Baby Blue

[Alternative pop music]

Oh, I’m holding onto my daydream
Smoking on some OG
Well, I’m home-grown and I’m leaning on to my love
My love
Oh, she acting like she don’t know me
Baby girl and that OG
‘Cause I’m home-grown and I’m leaning on to my love
My love

Saw you in September
Something I should do it in November
Still I ain’t pursued on you
Youuu-uuuh uuuh
Daydreams I remember, nights I never do
Number one contender, stealing all my thoughts is you
Youuu-uuh uuh
Is you

Oh, I’m holding onto my daydream
Smoking on some OG
Well, I’m home-grown and I’m leaning on to my love
My love
Oh, she acting like she don’t know me
Baby girl and that OG
‘Cause I’m home-grown and I’m leaning on to my love
My love

[Instrumental break]

Oh, I’m holding onto my daydream
Smoking on some OG
Well, I’m home-grown and I’m leaning on to my love
My love
Oh, she acting like she don’t know me
Baby girl and that OG
‘Cause I’m home-grown and I’m leaning on to my love
My love

Ralo – Die Real (feat. Young Dolph & Trouble)

[Hook]
Yeah, what you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
What yo wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga

[Verse 1]
Ask me what imma be
I just wanna be real
My momma say imma die
Cuz real niggas get killed
That fake shit get revealed
Boy you know how that is
I want to snap on these niggas
But something keeps telling me chill
Something keep telling me never fuck with them people no more
But I love my dawg to death
And dawg it ain’t no homo
You got to pay me for convo
You don’t know me, I’m John Doe
We got to fuck in the hood
Cuz I don’t fuck in the condo
Hold up give me a minute
Don’t suck that dick till i’m finished
It won’t hurt to be real
That shit won’t cost you a penny
I don’t really have any friends
I don’t fuck with too many
I only fuck with my soldiers
And I’m the Sargent, Lieutenant, yeah

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
Aye
Imma be a real nigga, that’s the easiest thing to do
Been getting money since a youth, what about you?
Diamonds ocean blue, fuck bitches by the twos
They watch my every move
Foreigns, Rari, black shoes
Bitch I sold dope because I had to
Getting head in the back of the classroom
Told my niggas don’t make a move
Because right now I’m hot
Fuck niggas in their feelings like he can’t be stopped
I got money in the wild blood on my hands
Yeah I love my dawgs, yeah I been the man
Yeah I sacrificed everything nigga
Yeah I’m just too real and you a lame nigga

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
All I ever want to be in life is what I am
Respect is what I demand
Stand up nigga I never ran
All I ever wanted to be in life is what I is
Follow the rule, never put no hoe before your kid
Follow the rule, never let no hoe fuck up your crib
If you partners down the road
Hold em down, that’s just real
If your plan go sour, take you L that’s what it is
When you [?] in these streets just like I did fool
Might get out and cop that amg just like I did
Might just get that Lambo just like Ronald [?]
50 em in my pocket, flex on any given Sunday
This is true, OG said just stay down and get that money

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee

Afroman – Cold Fro-T-5 Lyrics

Light that up man whats happening, uh hah!

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Well it’s fro twentie and I gots to drive through my neighborhood for some Cold Fro-T-5 What love for a hustler, liqour store breefin move quickly everybody beefin Cold Fro-T-5 two zig zags two car ????? with expired tags liqour store empty getaway parking just incase bullets start barking I flirt with the fine hoes then I crack jokes with the wineo’s I know where the Cold Fro-T-5 is at in and out liek that 20 seconds flat money on the counter buy this warm I can get shot if you take too long I ride it around the corner and throw it in park fo the sherrif swim up like a shark (Nearr) Close the gate and hope out the car start back selling my caviar whats up my plastic cup my stero turned all the way up

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Rough expression on my face why do I like that nasty tast mabey its why I like to buzz don’t get who you is or who you was I like to cruise the avenues when smokin weed and havin brews let all four of my windows down pound the gorund with my OG sound
I got warrents and the shit ain’t fun when you getting handcuffed on a liqour store run (Goddamn) got pretty women every one and a brother can’t help but stop and stare at eye’s lips teeth hair breasts thighs dairy air I she do or don’t I still feel good walking by

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Remeber that night I seen yah dog drunk ass hell in senior frog
Hug my neck shake my hand smoke that blunt with afro man hit that bong play my song play it on repeat all night long it went plantuim overseas and gold in the states got a new album with hella tour dates got my own label mr mix on the turntables of if your a true fan you can go facebook dot com backslash OG Afroman eightythree shady g you too k my facebook page but I took your lady with me I rap the best I rap west I even took money from the IRS

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Just wave your hands in the air
And waive it like you just don’t care everywhere
Just wave your hands in the air
And waive it like you just don’t care everywhere
If your not going home till your drunk and high Let me here you say oh yeah (oh yeah) oh yeah (oh yeah) oh yeah (oh yeah)
When I say smoke Marijuana (smoke Marijuana) smoke Mari Marijuana (smoke Mari Marijuana) everybody say smoke Mari Marijuana (smoke Mari Marijuana) when I say hy you say dro hy (dro) hy (dro) buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin like a bumble bee don’t want no body to bother tipsy travel like a gypsy tipsy travel like a gypsy now cars and house I might not own bad old brother on the microphone I drink it all day I drink all night don’t worry about me baby I’m be alright buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin like a bumble bee don’t want no body to bother tipsy travel like a gypsy tipsy travel like a gypsy

Quando Rondo – I Remember (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
I ain’t gon’ lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here nigga
Yeah, and my world Go Grizz nigga, yeah
Go Grizz nigga ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
I remember hitting licks in the project housing
Yeah, Queezy hit a lick for few thousand
They be like there go that young nigga that stay wilding
I don’t even much right, I be freestyling
I remember them days watching mama cry man
I remember that day that Lil Quaffy died man
Had to get off my ass, man I had to try man
I got to get a bag even if it’s five bands
I remember hitting licks for them flatscreens
On hard streets, I been trying to serve them crack fiends
I remember them days I ain’t have no clothes
I remember them days I was kicking doors
I remember mama saying I’m a bad child
I remember when I first went to the juvenile
I remember when I first realized the envy
Locked up in the cell, I couldn’t get a penny

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I remember everything
Judge told my lawyer that I’m going to chain gang
OG’s telling us that we can’t hang
If I ever run into the opps we gon’ bang
I remember everything
I was fuckin’ with lil shawty, bought her everything
Stay one hundred to the grave, ain’t gon’ never change
Shout out to my mama, put her through so much pain
I remember all them shootouts that we had with them other niggas
My bitch got mad and fucked another nigga
Man that shit was crazy, ain’t gon’ lie it made me heartless
Fell in love with money, it’s gon’ stay with me regardless
I don’t give a damn what they say, I’m the hardest
And I’m not never gon’ leave my apartment
Different situation got me running with my mask on
Niggas still hating but I swear that it won’t last long, oh no

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

Offset – Violation Freestyle

[Intro]
Ain’t no more motherfuckin’, "Wassup bro" with these niggas man
As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas

[Chorus]
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

[Verse]
I got more money than all of you niggas (money)
If I feel like it’s smoke then I’m calling out niggas (smoke)
Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)
Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)
Lil boy, boy you ain’t did nothin’ (lil boy, boy)
30K shows, that’s that kid money (thirty ball)
Thankin’ the lord what he did for me (God)
I thank him ’cause really I did something (hey)
Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet
They really don’t understand what I’m saying (shh, shh, shh)
From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)
Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)
A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)
Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)
I don’t upload a nigga, but when I see you I’ll expose you niggas
Niggas so young that I’m feeling like I’m a OG
At the top with the older niggas (OG)
Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)
Amsterdam, wrappin’ a global figure (woo)
And I got loads of figures (loads)
It’s all red, yeah the coupe it’s a blister (skrt)
‘Cause you’re rich, lil nigga ain’t official (nah)
You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

Lil Boosie – Heartless Hearts

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 1]
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 2]
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it been broken like that
Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
Need a second line to bring some memories back (that’s Lil’ Bleek and Lil’ Ivory)

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 3]
If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
He lost Lil’ Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil’ Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel

[Hook] x 2
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

Young Thug – What You Sayin Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 1]
She was so fine (she was so fine)
So I let her push the foreign ride an’ sit in it (skrrt)
I’m starin’ at the toilet like I wan’ go shit on niggas (what?)
I’d rather kill a nigga (oh boy) before I squeal on niggas (on God)
(Know I’m sayin’, man? Real dripset shit, man, give it to ’em, ya dig?)
Copped her a coupe and now she say I’m the best
I told she ain’t gon’ tell you, can put her to the test
I flood with her Chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
I bought a gold [?] and flex it on the v-neck
Beat her like Funkmaster Flex
Lock on that knit like a bitch
That pussy pink like a pig
R.I.P. to OG double D, bitch I dig
Drink on that lean until it’s [?]
I’ma leak that sauce until the world was slimes
Filled it with slimes and then we slimed up the streets
That pussy nigga tellin’ looks so sloppy to me
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 2]
If you a G, say “fuck tha police” (fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
Cockblock, and drop it on my gold teeth
I’ma run inside that pussy, dropped my codeine
Get it, drunk it, hit it, hit it, like a nosebleed
(Like I said the first time, man, real dripset shit, y’know what I mean? Pay attention. I ain’t through. Get it)
Pussy nigga starin’ with his snail face
Twenty-fives, thirty-eights, fuck a shell-case (brrr)
Old hunnids, small head on a big plate (what?)
Eatin’ good, vegetarian niggas [?]
All these foreign cars, nigga, know we racin’ (skrrt)
Got lots of foreign broads that I never chase
I swear it’s five stars every time I eat
I swear it’s five broads stuffin’ in my face
You can have it, whoa, whoa, you can have it
These niggas saddened, we just livin’ lavish
I went in the rabbit myself and picked out some carats
She know we ain’t average and all of my niggas happy
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

Pressa – Basically

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

D Double E – Better Than The Rest (feat. Wiley)

[Verse 1: D Double E]
Lyrical Incredible Hulk
I get money and I get it in bulk
Make a MC go home and sulk
Them man can’t show me the ropes
Cuh nah, them man can’t show me the ropes
Them man there on a slippery slope
Them man there must think it’s a joke
Them man are snorting too much coke
Cuh you can put me to the test
Blood, there’s no contest
Which soundboy wanna test?
Right now, blud, I don’t care less
You can make a bird call to the nest
I got man that wanna invest
I got labels showing interest
Can you smell that lemon zest?
If you see me with an empress
You better check out the bum and breast
Yeah, let’s go home and rest
Let’s quickly undress
Yeah everyting cool and bless
In life, man have to progress
I want more success
I want more success, cuh

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 2: Wiley]
I’m the best MC
North, south, east to the west MC
Skillwise big up my chest MC
Big up Lady Leshurr, big up your breast MC
Like who’s gonna test MC?
I tell my dons go fetch MC
Don’t leave until you catch MC
I’m no basic but I am a next MC
No FaceTime, ring up or text MC
Man are OG, I know how to flex MC
Look into my face and read my lips clearly
I’m telling you, I am the best MC
I’m not a Drake, or a Wayne
Or a Jay-Z, or a Kanye West MC
I’m a cheese lemon zest MC
Dallas falcon crest MC

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 3: D Double E]
I’m that lyrical arsonist
Them boy there ain’t even half of this
Lyrical title, yeah, they’re after this
I don’t know what them men are on
I don’t know what them man are thinking
I will bun them like cherry bomb
Cuh us man are here still proving a lot
Them men are losing the plot
Feel the fire blazing, blazing
No hold back, no energy saving
Sizzling like steak in the pan
D Double E and his right hand man
Keeping it overly real, cuh we can
Stick with the plan, stick with the program
And if I like your gyally
Wham, bam, thank you, maam

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

RetcH – Pop Me A Pint

[Verse]
I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas
Gas up all these niggas, cause these niggas they be bogus
I’mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
And I’m smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?]
I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker
And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga cause he tried to screw me over
I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover
I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over
And she a diamond bitch but nonetheless I had to mold her
We total opposites but I think that would make us closer
I’m smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar
She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her
I need a rida bitch for all the nights shit when get colder
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon’ fuck you for exposure
I wake up counting chips like every morning like it’s Folgers
I keep the chopper with me, cause these niggas they be vultures
Your bitch she bopping with me and I’m tryna get to know her
And now I’m driving 60 finna go and bend her over

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

[Verse]
Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me
I got enemies that I don’t know I keep the torch with me
[?] I brought the bros with me
And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me
Then you can’t smoke with me
Swear these bitches getting old to me
They do the most to me
I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me
Then you can’t roll with me
Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

Chief Keef – Text

[Intro]
SOSA BABY..

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

[Verse 1]
Please don’t cross the gun line, gon’ cost you your sunshine
And I got the D-line lookin’ like a lunch line
And today is payday, so you know it’s crunch time
Got my AR with me, that’s my lil sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it’s bout that get drunk time
You gon catch your deer, Imma go and hunt mine
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Y’all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
Ain’t’ no puff, puff-pass, Boa I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is [?] Get stuck like a thumb tac
Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back

[Verse 2]
Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fuckin’ wit me n the guys
Mobbin with some big shit, don’t pay us no mind
Hit you wit’ some big hits, won’t take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I’m not even lyin’
This shit is off the fuckin dome, I’m not even tryin’
It ain’t hard to get up wit’ me, I’m not even hidin’
Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin’
Hit yo’ bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I’m all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
BANG
This shit is crazy..
I’m a 90’s baby, I know nothin’ bout the 80’s
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin’, I looked up and God just saved me

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

BANG!

Chief Keef – Glory Bridge Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit
We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
[?]
Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Shawn Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
She think I’m cute, top me quick, it was a fast one

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
I’m in my bag now I’m OD, yeah
I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
I give money and they lowkey, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed
And I can’t picture bein broke these days
She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
She was covered up in codeine, ayy
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy

Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Whatyo City Like

[Tee Grizzley:]
What your city like?

[Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley:]
What your city like?
Where I’m from gotta keep that blick on you
Park at your crib, have my young niggas hit on you
You a killer or a snitch, you gon’ kill me or trick on me?
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
My city be shakin’ that bag
My city got hoes that’s shittin’ on niggas
But even the hoes get hit in they head
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
My city had changed the culture
I be with vultures
I can be with you for days, and I’ll be the nigga that poke you
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
My city the home of Meech, home of the riots
My city violent, niggas’ll tell you they love you
But really they don’t even like you
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, I’m from the city of Hoover
Bump and slide, we was robbin’ the jeweler
I was in school but shit had made me a shooter
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
I’m from the city of Kwame
Clean up the scene, wipe off the choppers
And drive to the lake and get rid of the bodies
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, we do not honor no OG
They smoke you and turn you to OG
Had that young nigga take that case, he juvy
You must be stupid think you gang gang, boy your ass a goofy
Know some bitches that be crackin’ giffys, they be boostin’
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
If it get like that then it get like that
Beef slide down we gon’ get right back
Nigga just like that
Got locked, told niggas I’ma be back
Soon as I got back got three plaques
Opps on Twitter, we ain’t gon’ tweet back
I’ma pop off broad day, no ski mask
My city where the pirhanas at
Jump in that water and drown in that
I hit Kentucky with three hundred grams for five days and bring ninety back
I started off with a ninety pack
Such and such, he can vouch for that
Can’t say his name all over these tracks
‘Cause that nigga know where the body at
What your city like nigga?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, we take the drugs to Iowa
Home the swiper
When you a gangster don’t go off a title
I know some opps that’s scared of the bible
Yeah yeah, pick up the Glock and put down the rifle
Seventeen with a seventeen
This ain’t back then, we not fighting

[Tee Grizzley:]
Can’t come to our cities, they know what’s up with ’em
Cool with the killers, they really my niggas
They opps mobs, can’t fuck with them niggas
Durk on his way to Detroit, better call me soon as you hit
I’ma put choppers around you, my nigga don’t even trip

[Lil Durk:]
Shit you the way to the Chi? I’ll link you up with the six
Two Glocks shawty wrong, yeah you gon’ ride with them sticks
And I know your ass on parole, so two Glocks in the dip
And I heard blood turned crip, olympic medal how he flip
Ayy T, put me on them Detroit bitches

[Tee Grizzley:]
That shit gon’ be easy, only thing they hate is decoy niggas
You ain’t gotta check in the hotel, my nigga just come to the crib
As far as the hoes, you fuckin’ off rip, they know who you is
Tell Booka I’ma get him a bitch that got her some paper
‘Cause rich hoes love real niggas, they don’t need ’em to save her
I’ma get up with later, I gotta go see my agent
Next time I come to Chi make sure you return the favor

[Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley:]
I’ma return it
Put on a condom, she burnin’
How the fuck you know she burnin’?
Shit, I heard that she burnin’
She must don’t know me yet, think I buy her a Birkin bag
Bitch, your lil twerkin’ ass
You ain’t even worth a bag, yeah nah

Chief Keef – Glory Bridge (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Verse One: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
She keep lying on my dick she on hoochie shit
We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
[?]
Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Shaun Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
[?] it was a fast one

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
I’m in my bank now I’m OD, yeah
I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
I give money and they lowkey, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed
And I can’t picture bein broke these days
She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
She was covered up in codeine, ayy
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy

Sonny Digital – My Guy (feat. Black Boe)

[Chorus] (Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

[Verse 1] (Sonny Digital):
Hit the plug
Bitch you know wassup
Rollin grams, Sonny in the cut
Disrespect the slay, like a spoon loc
Gotta hit the plug pack
It ain’t too low
Nigga you know
Diamonds, boy, like CuJo
Gas, yeah that fuel, bro
I want Mars like Bruno
And you know, I’m the one like Uno
Keep your head like [?] bro
Plug coming soon doe

[Chorus](Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

[Verse 2]: (Black Boe)
I know the plug that’s why I dont fuck with you
I’m smoking OG and I fuck with cookie too
Me and Sonny D might a smoke zip this what we do
And this pack from burner, it might clear the fucking room
I know the plug
Man I really know the PLUG
When I saw the last pack I fell in love
He got gas he dont fuck with midgets
And he pullin up in less than 60 minutes, yeah

[Chorus](Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

[Verse 3] (Sonny Digital):
VP on my wrist with the shit , yeah yeah
When I hit the plug I need my zips, yeah yeah
Pockets thick like Kylie Jenner Lips
When [?] with my plug kill view
[?]
I keep the gas on me
I got stash on me
[?] right pass on me
We know the plug, you gotta move right
But if you dont know niggas then you move like

[Chorus]:
We all know you
So we dont buy
We all know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

Trap Beckham – Backwoods

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 1]
Big backwood no black on me
No Kodak but I be smoking broccoli
I get Too turned up you can not talk to me
I smell just like a forest, I got all the trees
Take them down like that bitch right damn now
Pass that round pass that round
I’m so high my feet can’t even touch the ground
Link up with the dope boys when I touch your town
Wake and bake I wake up and bake a cake
Take my cake then I pull up and break ya face
Conversing with that backwood face to face
I Hit that bitch and then I have a better day

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 2]
I just bought a whole zip nigga
Backwood to my lip nigga
Got Henny let me take a sip with ya
I came in with a fire pack
Fixin to smoke them back to back to back
Keep your cigarette and keep your black
I got OG cookie I ain’t keeping that
I’m santa claus how i keep the sack
Rolling up a doobie
Living like a movie
Haters hating i ain’t seeing that
Where i see them at imma leave them at
My bitch bad feel like mike jack
And my old hoes they dont like that
If i pass you this loudpack
Better hit this bitch and pass right back
Smoking on that choking on that loud
Got a nigga floating on that
Your girl bust it open on that
I can not stay focused on that
Blame it on the gas
Put me on ya ass
I be with the green
I ain’t talking grass
You be really green, you look like the mask
I ain’t smoking with ya if your smoking trash

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

G Herbo – Man Now

[Intro]
Uhh
You know I come from a city of sorrow, man
Ugly introduction, red snow
Heartaches, heartbreaks, headache, look

[Verse 1]
Growin’ up it wasn’t no joke, ‘member all we had was hope
Nigga all we did was soak, no detergent, wasn’t no soap
I caught on to my environment, I had to, I had to grow
Thought she asked if could see, but she really want some smoke
I’ve been stepped on, pushed over, pissed at, shot
I’ve been bitch slapped, only by the police with my handcuffs
I’ve been spit at, smell the piff’ all on me, know you got it
Where that shit at?
In the back seat of the Crown, thinkin’ ’bout my homie Kobe
Why you walk off from the crowd? Bro you let me down
‘Member mornings, I’d call you ’til you pour me up
Even though I’m broke as fuck, bro know you never let me down
Why you let me down? (why you let me down?)
See me countin’ all these racks, you lookin’ at me now
See me fuckin’ off at Sak’s, in and out Maybachs
Most of all ain’t like these actors, lying in all they raps
Ooh I’m nothing like these rappers, lining all the acts
I spit all the facts

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out it’s dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancin’
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

[Verse 2]
I’m that nigga’ now, don’t roll no Swishers now
I’ma spend at least 250 when I’m gettin’ high
‘Member drinkin’ up six ounces just to get me by
I stopped sippin’ on the deuce, that shit wasn’t gettin’ me high
Now I’m riding to the clip, jumpin’ on G5’s
‘Member puttin’ on the 15, rollin’ up three fives
‘Member doing shows and features, splittin’ it with my guys
Stickin’ to the G-code, didn’t see nothin’ wrong in my eyes
I looked the devil right in the eyes and saw my niggas die
Can’t get caught at the light, I wrote that song and I cried
I ain’t emotional, you know me, that’s another joint for Kobe
Smokin’ 50 grams of OG, 420 just for brodie
I’ma wish you happy b-day, tell the world to smoke the dodi
Look like everyday our birthday, Dolce, Louie, ‘Sace, Balmain
Bitches wanna’ tag alongside, your little hoe got all the jaw game
She want me to fuck it raw, gang, I ain’t trying fuck at all, gang

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

Big K.R.I.T. – Keep The Devil Off

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Verse 1]
I was born on the south side of the moon
Country boy did this big from the bottom of the map
To the top of the mountain, pimpin’ I’m on the move
I’m in the groove, on the late night
I make the move if the play right
You ain’t seen it like I seen it
My vision nowadays ’bout as bright as the daylight
Supernova
I made a strong foundation outta all these boulders I carry
I ran them snakes in my yard
And you were tuckin’ your tail, actin’ all scared

[Bridge]
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
I ran circles ’round y’all
And never ever, ever got caught (woo)

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Verse 2]
I was born underneath the pecan tree (pecan tree)
With the soul of giant and the heart of a lion
But now world couldn’t wait for an OG
I was creepin’, crawlin’, fallin’ out the shack
Backwards slippin’ upward through the crack
Now I creep in storage where you want to be
But barely get to see but never ever at paid for
I made more than they thought I would on my tax
I mix the candy with the grain
And the soul with the swang and the bang
And that’s called bounce

[Bridge]
We ain’t cut from that cloth (well)
I paid in gold what I bought (well)
I ran circles ’round the non believers, the feds, the people
And never got caught (woo)

[Chorus]
Lord be my witness
Gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, can’t worry ’bout no snakes (worry ’bout no snakes)
What good are those riches if you’re 6 feet under?
Lord be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

[Refrain]
(Keep the devil off) keep the devil off
(keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
Keep the devil off (keep the devil off, devil off, devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(Keep the devil off)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Ah, ah, ah)
Lord (lord lord lord lord lord)
(Keep the devil off)
Lord, be my witness, keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)
Keep the devil off, gotta keep the devil off (keep the devil off)

Fergie – Love Is Blind

Hey baby, won’t you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind, blind-ind
Love is blind, -ind, -ind
Love is blind
I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Me say two, por vida y que we’ll be
Together me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your rooka and your hunna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman!
Creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind, blind-ind
Love is blind, -ind, -ind
Love is blind
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell them bitches to go home
Ba bap bap
Bap bap bap bap
Bap bap bap bap
Yeah yeah yeah
Whine up, whine up eh
Whine up, whine up eh, eyo
Whine down, whine down, now whine down whine down
All my girls!
Whine down, whine down, now whine down whine down
All again
Whine up, whine up now, whine up, whine up
Bless up
Whine down, whine down, whine down whine down now
Now whine it all round, whine it all around, oh boy you’re mine
Whine it all round, whine it all around oh boy you’re mine
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again

Fergie – Love Is Blind lyrics

Lalalalala
Ladadalala…

Hey baby, wont you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me pretty please
Oh baby, baby won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes,
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind

Cook your breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook your chicken soup Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes, (uhhh)
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

I’m number one, original, the OG
Forever me say two,…?…
Together me say three, call me your main bae
Cause baby I’m your ruka and your hainna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass The Dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

(Outro)
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell those bitches to go home

Juicy J – Show Time (feat. Xxxtentacion) (Highly Intoxicated Mixtape)

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Woah, huh, yuh, ayy, ayy
Ayy I got a song with OG, rich
Got a song with Juicy J, ayy, ayy, ayy
Haha! Uh

[Chorus: Juicy J & XXXTENTACION]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Ayy, ho
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
It’s show time, no Apollo
My .44 fillin’ up with hollows
That ain’t your bitch, that’s our ho
I swerve that bitch like a pothole
Me and Paul stuff hoes in the Tahoe
I ain’t ever stuff shit up my nose
Your bitch at the show, come in my clothes
Borrow that ho, give her back tomorrow
When it’s show time, I show out
Let ’em in, fuck ’em all, kick ’em all out
Me and Big Trees hold that block down
Put the word in, get a nigga knocked down
Show out, get knocked out
I got this shit on lockdown
That’s your hood? This my town
I’m up, yeah, bitch, I’m back down

[Chorus: Juicy J & XXXTENTACION]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Ayy, uh, uh

[Verse 2: XXXTENTACION]
I got these ballers, yes I got these ballers
My dick touch her lip and that bitch just stutter
I’m not a prototype, I’m not a prototype
I am original, I’m the original
I took the chopper in half, that’s a sawed-off
I put the piece on the beam, mothafucka
Don’t relax, don’t want the beast, mothafucka
Carnivore, I want the beef, mothafucka
Wind it up, forehead in paint
Bet you I’m right in the paint
These fuckboys sick in the brain
Yuh, what, I put my dick in her face
She suck the tip, not the base
She suck the tip, not the base

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Show out, it’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time
Wake up (wake up,) get high (get high)
Spit fire (spit fire,) get fly (get fly)
Roll up (roll up,) ten times (ten times)
Get out (get out,) no lie (no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie)
Rollie, that’s show time
(Show time, show time, show time, show time, show time)
Show out, it’s show time

Snoop Dogg – What Is This? (feat. October London)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg + October London]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
The revolution will be televised
The revolution
Just Blaze
Oh-oh-oh-oh
This is serious business
Dududududu

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
(Yes)
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Sitting back watching, but I’m so unstable
I been an OG since I was rockin’ in the cradle
Y’all don’t know that my bite is so fatal
Kick a fool down like the homie with the 8-0
Ayy though, nigga don’t play though
With the ‘K though, like the spray though
Sculpted left hand full of clay dough
Split him in the middle cut him up like a potato
Oh, leave ’em on the sideline, bleeding cause he tried mine
We loot ’til the boot out
Me and my brother, we was caught up in a shootout
Had to handle, pigs on a nigga, four days
Eight laws of power, eighty-five ways
TEC-9’s with a couple 45’s
And the revolution will be televised

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
This ain’t the local pass cash with the bra fast views
This shit will be viewed on your broadcast news
Why did I do it? My momma is on the call
Shot three lil pigs and now my back against the wall
Nowhere to turn and nowhere to go
My blood is burnin’ I’m about to blow
Huey, Malcolm and Martin, those are my peers
They been doin’ niggas like this for over hundreds of years
Poppin’ us, fear, now it’s time for us to clap back
But this time we gon’ bust, step the fuck back
We ain’t runnin’, we shootin’ and lookin’ forward
Anybody, somebody, everybody on the floor
They just surrounded my place
Hold the court in the streets so I can win my case
TEC-9’s with a couple 45’s
And the revolution will be televised

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

[Bridge October London]
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
Will be televised
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The revolution-lution-lution-lution
Oh, la-la-la-la-da-da-da

[Hook: October London]
The revolution, oh, oh
Will be televised, will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)
The revolution, oh, oh, na, na, na, na, na
Will be televised
(The revolution will be televised)

Two – Trill Sammy lyrics

Lyrics Trill Sammy – Two

Yeah I keep 2
Two of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I just blew some change and walked in like boss with all my chains
Seen my diamonds dancing now she wanna kick s**t like Liu Kang
I just met this b*tch and fucked her now she really acting strange
Jump in that coupe go insane
She wanna hang with the gang
She wanna sip on my drank
All about my cash so I’mma need that check in advance
Know this b*tch’ll f**k my mans
So I can’t give these b*tches a chance
I just wanna win they want me to lose
I ball out the gym then jump in the coupe.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two bad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Two backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explained.

I know that I can have that p***y but I rather wait
Ran into the plug in LA say he ship it outta state
Been counting worth too much cash and I ain’t even graduate
This a Audemars play versuri-lyrics.info
Model b*tch like Kim K tryna flex on me no way
Flexing in some fly s**t when I fall through
Put her on the team she tryna ball too
F**k your b*tch in Céline pour up the promethazine
Pull up in somethin real clean man what do you mean
Woke up thought it was a dream.

Yeah I keep two
Twooo of everything
Two oobad b*tches in the coupe switching lanes
Yeah I keep 2
Of that OG strain
Twooo backwoods, I’mma stuff it til I can’t
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo cups for my drank
Swear my new b*tch cute as hell I love when she give brain
Yeah I keep 2
Twooo of everything
Count this cash, what’s understood don’t need to be explaineddd.
Trill Sammy lyrics
Video Trill Sammy

Elijah Blake – Dopeamine (Audiology Album)

[Verse 1]
Finna get wreckless
I’m all one, I’m on now
Hit me with the tex message
I can’t talk, it’s too loud
Man, look at me now
Super fucked up
Too adderals later and I’m ‘bout to fall down
But there’s plenty more rounds to go

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, tonight
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, surpass the light
Baby you’re gonna be… all mine
Give me drugs, give me the drugs, tonight
Do me like kush, keep it OG
You should slide through on the low-key
‘Cause low-key

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Hook]
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine

[Verse 2]
Don’t try to tell me calm down, calm down, calm down
I’m surfin’ on a wave now, wave now, wave now
Blue drink in my red cup
No telling when I wake up
Hit your phone up from outta town
Hope to see, you around

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel like
Falling in love, falling in love, tonight
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m feeling like
Falling in love, falling in love, surpass the light
Baby you’re gonna be… all mine
Give me drugs, give me the drugs, tonight
Do me like kush, keep it OG
You should slide through on the lowkey
‘Cause low key

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Bridge]
You can bring your friend if she a freak on the low
Heard she used strips, she a beast on the pole
Know a couple niggas that would pay for the though
Woah, woah
You can bring your friend if she a freak on the low
Heard she used strips, she a beast on the pole
Know a couple niggas that would pay for the though
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
Baby I’m a fiend, I’m a fiend
Oh you know you got me going off your dopamine
All I really need, all I need, is for you to put me on to the recipe, yeah
Ooh, ooh
Purple flowers, candy showers, in the air
You, you
Dance for hours as I watch from over here

[Hook]
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine
It’s on my thing, you got me going off your dopamine

Lil Debbie – Summer Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
And going bigger, go figure
Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 2]
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
But still a stoner!
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Fuck that!
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Touchdown, touchdown
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
Looking for the winners, look at us now
Real Shit!

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga

[Verse 3]
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
All we talk about is balling like ESPN
I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Now my diets vegetarian
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
Different city, still winning like the home team
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Lord!
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
Now you see me though

[Hook]
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga