blackbear – down 4 u lyrics

(feat. T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain and blackbear]
Yeah yeah
I’m only down, I’m only down for you
Yeah yeah
I’m only down, I’m only down for you, oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah yeah yeah
Don’t make a sound, don’t make a sound, girl

[Verse 1: blackbear]
Yeah, I’m only down, I’m only down for you
Tellin’ me quiet, don’t make a sound for you, uh
Roll out the red carpet on the ground for you
G5, blowin’ that loud up in the clouds with you (yeah, yeah)
Them other girls, they look like clowns ’round you (yeah, yeah)
And no other girl can take that crown from you, oh (yeah, yeah)
And you give good head, make daddy real proud of you (yeah, yeah)
That’s true

[Chorus: blackbear]
I’m only down, I’m only down
I’m only down, I’m only down
Down

[Verse 2: blackbear]
And all those other girls that you think I’m creepin’ ’round with, I ain’t, girl
I’m only down for you
I’m only down for you, what your friends say just ain’t true
I’m only down, only down for you
No Kendrick but Peter Piper picked a pack of peppers
We were supposed to be forever ever
That turned into worse and ever ever
I was in the gas room stressin’ ’bout whatever
Pop pills like Skittles back then
You wasn’t even real with me back then
I done change now, I done change now
I’m only down, I’m only down for you

[Chorus: blackbear]
I’m only down, I’m only down
I’m only down, I’m only down
Down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Lookin’ like I stepped out a coffin (coffin)
White boys call a nigga awesome (awesome)
You know I do this shit, make it often (often)
Hatin’ ass bitches, I get ’em off, yeah
Buttercream, buttercream, got you saucin’ (saucin’)
Grill on your teeth, got you flossin’ (flossin’)
Winnin’ team, winnin’ team, no losses (losses)
And we don’t give a damn what it’s costin’
I’ma lay it down like a nigga got a verse on it (verse on it)
Dead ass, I’ma put the hearse on it (hearse on it)
Communication, I know that I gotta work on it (work on it)
But you’re killing me baby, I need a nurse on it (oh)
Supreme LV’s on your purse and your clothes (clothes)
Tell them other bitches that the first gotta go (go)
Niggas all done put the curve on ’em (curve on ’em)
Tellin’ you say pin the rape wheel, swerve on ’em (oh)
You ain’t gotta stress baby, oh
Them hoes make a mess baby, oh
Whippin’ in the Tesla four door
And baby, trust me when I tell ya I ain’t worried ’bout it

[Bridge: blackbear]
And all those other girls that you think I’m creepin’ ’round with, I ain’t girl
I’m only down
I’m only down for you, what your friends say just ain’t true, girl
I’m only down

[Chorus: blackbear]
I’m only down, I’m only down for you
For you, for you
I’m only down, I’m only down
Down

[Outro: blackbear]
And all those other girls that you think I’m creepin’ ’round with, I ain’t girl
I’m only down for you, yeah

Joyner Lucas – Look Alive (Remix)

[Intro]
All you a lie
Nigga, I ain’t ever been a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get murdered on webcam
I don’t get tired; sweat through a headband
You might look alive, that’s ’cause you don’t really know you a dead man

[Verse 1]
This is God’s plan, someone stop me
I’ve been sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Ferrari
Don’t be trying to put your fucking arm around me
44 shots traumatize in front of 45 hit 44 more
Carbon copies say you kamikazes
That’s for e’rybody
Mama, Poppy
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie
This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I’m Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers when I’m riding shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
Ain’t too hard to find me
I’ve been killing niggas, still ain’t nothin’ left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat
Spanish bitch that wanna give me besos
They must’ve forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right after I clean out your shit and then put all of your fucking money in a escrow
Fuck what you saying, I’m not the one that you play with
I think they really mistaken, I wasn’t next up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P Diddy that I’m on one
I’ma be the down with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, that’s a PopCon
If I don’t fuck with you, that’s too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you played out like the dansant
Ain’t no bygones being bygones
I should murder niggas when I buy guns
Hoe, you get stretched like Nylon
This is my band, I’m Dylon
All I wanna do is just drop bombs on you cheerleadin’ niggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got socks on, every time I hit it she be like, "Wagwan"
Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I put the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a stretcher
Peter Piper picked up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin’ at the people, they ’bout to meet the Beretta
Better meet the metal, I’m in need of a heat of a measure
Put you deeper than what’s deep of the sea of the desert
I’ve been scheming while I’m creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta
Niggas speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

[Bridge]
508 all on my side, they gon’ ride, they gon’ ride
Nigga, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon’ retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied
I ain’t got no fucking job, this my life, this my, wait—

[Verse 2]
All of y’all wishy and washy
All y’all my kids in a car seat
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
Lyin’ in the sand, too much time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand, I think I’m ’bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I said I’m back on my G shit and I’m coming back to get even
I went on tour and got paid, now I’m back in the region, I let off this mac for no reason
You are now witnessing greatness, I’m practically preaching and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I’ve just been laughing and geekin’
Back to business, I got mad intentions, I ain’t perfect, I done made some bad decisions
But it’s competition, I’m a savage winning
You can have the digits, I’m a mathematician
I don’t see you niggas, I’ve been lacking vision
You’ve been acting different, I’ve been acting distant
I’ma do some shit to bring me mad attention
You gon’ do some shit that send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you ’bout to meet your secret admirer
How you do shit you don’t wanna do? I do that shit just to keep me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to, now I hit it and be sleepin’ inside her, woo
Roll up on ’em when I pull up on ’em, put that motherfucking smoke up on ’em with that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I’m a holy mona [?] leader motor runnin’
Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought about it
Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta show ’em what it’s all about and I’ma call ’em out
I ain’t that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it down
Don’t be tryna give me the run around, I’ll shut ’em down god damn, wait

[Bridge]
508 all on my side, they gon’ ride, they gon’ ride
Nigga this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon’ retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied
I ain’t got no fucking job, this my life, this my

[Verse 3]
This is God’s plan, someone stop me
I was sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Buggati
Don’t be tryna put your fucking arm around me
Bring the drama, it ain’t hard to find me
This a lucid dream, this a out-of-body
UFO flying while I’m riding shotty
I’m a ninja, pull up on a Kawasaki
187 on the cops behind me
This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I’m Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn
Now call me Papi
Plenty hammers wanna ride on shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
It ain’t hard to find me, motherfucker
My name Joyner

FUTURE – Three lyrics

DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

Future – Three lyrics

DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

Amine – Redmercedes

[Pre-Chorus]
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seats so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

[Verse 1]
Wood grain Nada, yes I’m the Baba
Don’t rock Prada, what’s a stylist
I’d rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
Banana club popping, yep I’m super biased (true)
Tint so black, look like my complexion
Neo I’m the one like I had direction
Rims look like they were shipped from heaven
Trunk so big it could fit my reverend (yeah!)
And that nigga’s pretty big
Engine so fast, every block is a trip
Baby girl wished that I copped the two seater
But I had to get five ’cause my niggas want to ride

[Pre-Chorus]
With my niggas in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck you, pay me
Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out
If the ladies show up, then we show out
With my girl in my red Mercedes
Attitude like fuck me, baby
Leather seat so she wetter than a pool now
When that thing go up then she go down

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

[Verse 2]
Looking out my rearview, all I see is haters (hatin’)
This is just a preview, I’ll use my gas for later (maybe!)
Black ice, black seats, yeah I’m bumping Blackstar
Rednecks tell me that I got a nice car
Gotta make sure that I keep my baby clean
This game keep me hungry like I’m Katniss Everdeen
Just got the whip washed
Shining like it’s pish-posh
Engine sound like it needs an ad-lib from Rick Ross
No I ain’t M.M.G
But my next purchase might be an M3 (sheesh)
Sicker than most, look at the folk
Trippin for dollars so holler for gold
Picking apart my problems
Like when Peter Piper picked his nose
Whip looked like it got dipped in a cherry coat
Mercedes’ same color as the hair on a Lil Boat (Lil Boat)

[Chorus]
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type
This shit so clean, I put that on my life
Red Mercedes beam, it’s a different type

Ab-Soul – Braille

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
(Turn it up a lil more, uh, uh, yeah)
Soulo Ho the prophet, I’m a fiend like Bassy
Money like I’m Saudi, agua from the islands
We went from Pintos to Benzos
Plain and simple, let’s race a little
The bar needs to be raised a little
I led the way, but never raised the pencil
Might pay your rent if you suck good dick
And you know what our time apart meant
Pardon me, if I’m arguably
The hardest nigga on the beat
Me and Bas is bosses, throwin’ their boxers
I can own fifty dollar boxers
I just wanna spend hunnid stacks everyday
I went digital
Yo shit we don’t dig at all, we just dish if off
You know I gotta eat
My bitch got cakes and I’m getting that brain
That’s food for thought
Uhh, got the loud and it’s lit
Got the loud and it’s lit
You smoking that reggie, you niggas ain’t ready
Be quiet and quit
[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Verse 2: Bas]
Bassy on a mission
Stackin’ dough like it’s a photo moment
Haters hate us only for the moment
‘Cause your bitch wanna take a photo, homie
Soulo rollin’, got an onion on us
Where my city dolo like Vanilla Sky
Smoking like we ’bout to cross the border
Got a couple shows up on the other side
25 in a row, shit
Shows jumping we’ve been hittin’ licks
Money flowin’ like we flippin’ bricks
Now I don’t know if I’ve ever been in this town
Flip a switch, killing niggas like I pulled the plug
Quarter pound of piff to fill the lungs
Got the whole crowd yelling “Feel the buzz”
It’s lit
I call her, one DM
I land around noon, but I fuck by 1PM
FIENDS
Practice what you preach, preach love
Careful what you eat, half of it’s diseased
They don’t want us here

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Beat Switch]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
What the tongue can’t taste
What the eyes can’t see
What the ear can’t hear
What your nose can’t sniff
Put your hands in the air
P-put your hands in the air
What the tongue can’t taste
What the eyes can’t see
What the ear can’t hear
What your nose can’t sniff
P-put your hands in the air
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Peter Piper picked the pack of pickled peppers
Soulo found a pound of loud and lit it up
Bet this resin never leave my finger tips
Helen Keller would’ve felt the shit
But tell me what is it you niggas wan’t
Really, tell me what is it you niggas wan’t
Are you niggas dope or you just doin’ dope?
Is you niggas dope or you just doin’ dope?