PHD

Trippie Redd – Druggy Lyrics

14, Lil 14, 14

(Yeah I brought the weed with me, I brought- I brought some molly too. Trip-Trippie you brought the other shit? Yeah close the door, close the door.)

[Hook: TTO KT & Trippie Redd]
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Ay
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Ay
We taking drugs close that door, Ay
We taking drugs close that door, Ay

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Your sister Rockin’ you know that imma pull, Ay, Yuh
All that lean up in my throat yeah
It got me leanin’ like a motherfuckin’ slope, Ay
All these bitches with me and them hoes on dope, Ay!

[Verse 1: TTO KT]
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh!
She just slipped another xanny
[?] panties
Pussy love speaking spanish
Andale, Andale, Andale, Andale
Gas of the gas, Premium Premium
Told my momma “Man I love me some drugs”
[?]
[?]
My watch, my neck, my teeth be gold
In regular life because I was-
A regular life because I was chosen
This is Jurassic Park I am DeRozan
Preparing the drugs, drop some lean in my soda
I make the drugs controlla but I am not Drake
[?] cause she wanna go out on a date

[Hook: TTO KT & Trippie Redd]
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Ay
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Ay
We taking drugs close that door, Ay
We taking drugs close that door, Ay

[Verse 2: TTO KT & Trippie Redd]
I tell her baby don’t pull up without no motherfuckin’ drugs
Hit it from the back, girl I don’t be making love
You are Andrew Jackson little nigga you’s a dub
I ain’t got a PHD, I’ve never been a scrub, Yuh, yuh
Took that lil baby, leave her babydaddy, he is a scrub, yeah
Rari coup and I’m rollin’ round and that shit is on dubs, yeah
What you got on you, A lot of drugs, yeah
What you got Trippie? A lot of Bust, yeah
Paper nigga run it up
Pulled up in a truck
Trippie Redd don’t get two fucks
Gotta run it up, them bucks!
Yeah your bitch on my D
Give her that fucking D though
Feeling like a Vageto
Eat the pussy like its ‘Hot Cheetos’

[Hook: TTO KT & Trippie Redd]
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Yuh!
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Ay
We taking drugs close that motherfuckin’ door, Ay
We taking drugs close that door, Ay
We taking drugs close that door, Ay

Lauren Alaina – My Kinda People (Road Less Traveled Album)

Don’t care if you’re wearing a flat boot, cowboy hat, flip flops, or high heels.
Don’t care if you’re up or downtown.
If you’re hard rock, or rap, or mo-town.
Don’t care if you’re PHD, or GED, or ADD.
Don’t care if or where you went to school.
As long as you’re cool.

If you can start a party anywhere you are, hey.
You don’t care who’s watching, you just let go.
Like everyday’s your birthday, even if it’s Monday.
You’re not afraid to let your true colors show.
You’re my kind of peopleeeeee.
You’re my kind of peopleeeeee.

Don’t matter if you got some issues, if you’re clean cut, or covered in tattoos.
On the inside or on the out, ain’t what you look like,
it’s what you’re about.
I don’t care where you’re from, I don’t care what you got, I don’t care what you done, who you are, who you’re not.
If you like to get loud, that’s okay.

If you can start a party anywhere you are, hey.
You don’t care who’s watching, you just let go.
Like everyday’s your birthday, even if it’s Monday.
You’re not afraid to let your true colors show.
You’re my kind of peopleeeeee.
You’re my kind of peopleeeeee.

Heeeeeey, nah nah nah nah.
Heeeeeey, nah nah nah nah.
Heeeeeey.
I don’t care where you from, I don’t care what you got.
Heeeeeey, nah nah nah nah.
Heeeeeey, nah nah nah nah.
Heeeeeey.
I don’t care where you’re from, I don’t care what you got, who you are, who you’re not.

If you can start a party anywhere you are, hey.
You don’t care who’s watching, you just let go.
Like everyday’s your birthday, even if it’s Monday.
You’re not afraid to let your true colors show.
You’re my kind of peopleeeeee.
You’re my kind of peopleeeeee.

Heeeeeey, nah nah nah nah.
Heeeeeey, nah nah nah nah.
Heeeeeey.

Lyrics typed by: Jaiden Simone

Problem – Moneeey

Now, who’s hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who’s mostly Goldie down
To the tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain’t nothing change but my limp
Can’t stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pulling all the love
You don’t believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don’t play around it’s a bet lay it down
Nigga didn’t know me ninety-one bet they know me now
I’m the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can’t no PHD niggas hold me down, Cooter
Schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[2X]

Yeah yeah, ahaha, I’m the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you’d rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinking now’s
When all the balling stops, nigga never
Home gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we’ll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won’t stop
Now what you gonna do when it’s cool
Bag a money much longer than yours
And a team much stronger than yours, violate me
This’ll be your day, we don’t play
Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain’t enough time here, ain’t enough lime here
For you to shine here, deal with many women
But treat dimes fair, and I’m
Bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[2X]

Uhh, uhhh
B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I’m flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
Cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, being mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it’s cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain’t no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep their hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggas see, B.I.G.
Be flossing jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, here’s my phone number
Your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down phizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
On trizack, leave your ass kizzack

I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[3X]

What’s going on?
What’s going on?
I don’t know what, they want from me
It’s like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
[3X]