Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

Gunna – New Coupe Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah oh
Young Gunna
Ooh yeah

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

[Verse 1]
Making deposits
The latest, exotic
I’m crazy and modest
Blazing, the hottest
I walk it, I talk it
I like it, I bought it
The [?] dissolve ’em
I drip, a faucet
Bitch, absorb it
Gunna, a martian
The Porsche is more horses
Three bitches, a orgy
I’m feeling important
My car was imported
I’m [?]
These blessings a fortune

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

[Verse 2]
Breakfast, lunch
Yves Saint Laurent
Kick shit, punt
Pour up, chuch
This Ac’ in it, chuch
Raf Simons, don’t touch
[?], cuff
I cash out, I bag out
[?] the blunt
Snow White, dust
You konw like a skunk
Sound byte, termite
Show lights, us
Give no fucks
Extendo tucked
Don’t get bust

[Chorus]
Money on my mind
New condo, I rise
Hop on it, ride
My doors, suicide
New coupe, slide
She [?] with thighs
I’m way too high
Siamese twins
Maybach Benz
More back ends
Lowkey four deep
Super lens, Hellcat, fast
I got fans, diamonds dance

Lil Uzi Vert – Of Course Lyrics

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Big bad bitches (Lil Uzi)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course

[Verse 1]
Aye, I put two in that four
Woah, I’m right here
I got opps from the 30 and I ain’t scared
Pulled up in a 30, they some squares
Got a Glock with a 30 and I ain’t scared
I’m not flexin’ on you baby it’s right here
Get a Glock and I pulled up to your trap
So let it ride off my dick like my coupe right here
Throw it up don’t be scared
I was throwin’ up and it was clear
I took too much molly I can’t hear
I fucked so many hoes, I had to go and just switch states
Raf Simons on my jeans but I’m still on my Rick stage
Sure your Rollie’s gold but it’s not no big face
Bitch you know I know where your bitch stay at I walk like a lick, aye
Got a big Glock on my hip aye that’s where the stick stay

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah)
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace (Woah)
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course (Ay)

[Verse 2]
How many hundred thousand you make this year on my 32nd
I fucked that bitch on a perc for an hour, I don’t do 30 seconds
I’m from the 1600 so I don’t fuck with no 32nd
These next few days you know we rocking know we gon’ wreck shit wreck shit
Rest in peace Chico that’s why you know that I’m gonna keep checks in
Sometimes I call his phone, sometimes I still wanna text him
He was lackin by the ops, I can’t believe that they next him
I was standing by the op, I had .30 on my weapon
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I do the dash on the cop
Digital dash on my drop
I turned myself to a boss
Fuck you nigga learn the law
Baby girl head game strong
She suck my dick so long
Tell me whatchu want
I can get you on
You think he get money, huh
Look at his chain, no pointers
Here’s my world, come join us (Yeah)
So much swag, can’t afford it

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend (Yuh)
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace (Uh)
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense (Aye)
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course (Yeah)

[Outro]
No he didn’t
Yes I did
No he didn’t
Yes I did
No he didn’t

OBLADAET – FASHION TV (feat. ATL) lyrics

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Я во всем новом, слышишь, во всем новом

[Куплет 1: OBLADAET]
У тебя свой взгляд? Тебя не спросили
Мы живём красиво: мы в России
Молюсь за культуру, Господь, спаси нас
Всем нужна пара, мне от Raf Simons
И дай стимул забраться наверх, будто Годзилла, мне под силу
Я сверхчеловек, тело в пластинах, да и просто классный, будто Барт Симпсон
У меня нет слов
Ты без билетов, но знай своё место
Монохром на теле – это дресскод
И мне не грустно – это стресс, бро
У вас нет вкуса, понятно с виду
Не шмот от Kanye – это рваный свитер
Куда заплыл ты, уже столько литров
Я поднял планку – танцуем лимбо
Всегда на чистом
Какие чувства? Вся суть в числах
Я надел черное и все чинно
Как одел черного Рубчинский
Это город мостов
Попал на развод, и не скоро восход
Твое сердце в пятки, будто Comme Des Garcons
А я глас народа, будто главный масон
Уже в горле комом
Сбежал будто Бэйн и мой город Готэм
Я сплю днем, пока вы по работам
Она хочет мой альбом, флоу – феромоны
Куш нам сулит, кэш на цепи
На мне новые Yohji – фреш нацепил
Я каждый день вижу фэшн убийства
Но без ящика – это Fashion TV

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом

[Куплет 2: ATL]
Зубной щетки ворс вотри в подошвы чётеньких Y-3
Мой кислотный дом как bad trip, хули нам твой брэнд – это понты
Снова белоснежный белый-белый дым так приятно втащит тебе под дых
Отражаем свет, как 3M, в зрачках шире черной дыры
В темных тонах тут сечём мы – “Ночной дозор” с откидным мечом
Нам души вряд ли освятит свечой, но оставаться белым во всём черном
Мы Code Red’им, и тихо-тихо так в полубреде я дико-дико дам
Свой куплетик, KarmaKoma.com, и точка
Ребята слагают стихи в полголоса и чертят Adidas’а полосы
Дабы навечно оставаться в тонусе, чертят Adidas’а полосы
Бонусы, бонусы, бонусы, за этот трэш
Доспехи Бога блеснут на солнце, хищный Lacoste прикроет плешь
А ты посмотри, как стильно я не брит, почувствуй, как стильно я вонюч
Как завещал мне Laser B, здесь все умрут, а я изумруд
И вы мрёте так стильно: Suicide Mouse тут как тут
И как ни крути, но здесь все умрут, а я изумруд

[Припев: OBLADAET]
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом
Давно не виделись, но ты нашёл повод
Спросил, что нового, да я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, я во – я во всем новом
Я во всем новом, во всем новом

Future – Lookin Exotic (Hndrxx Album)

Extravagant Hendrix
Switch hands like lil’ pitcher
Super astronomical

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Three rings on my left, I feel like King James
They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it
You can’t be never slippin’, you gotta show you’re different
I came through and took all they bitches with me
Nigga I get all the way faded, I can’t get tipsy
I’m eating something, start busting and rushing on a daily basis, I’m guilty
Let this champagne start flowin’, drink it up ’til it’s empty
Got this V.I.P. section burnin’ like a chimney
We ain’t gotta emphasize nobody, we done bought the building
Let’s go zip out to Australia, we can go to Switzerland
We got a chauffeur and a translator for it, he don’t speak English
Sometimes when you speak from your soul it sound like you singing

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Gotta put a whole lot of kush into my lungs
I put a whole lot of work and I just begun
And when that green money on the turf, it’s their call
Gotta put that steel under my shirt and do it large
Fuck the cops, she gon’ ride you like my dog
Chinchilla, I put it on and let it fall
Gorilla, let it drag on the floor
I forgot to get the money, lay low
We take shoppin’ sprees, I can bring the store to me
I don’t get top money, please, bitch I’m out they league
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G’s
Cash out mad G’s, bustin’ down AP’s
Hand made one of one Riccardo Tisci
Crystal diamonds on my sleeves, L-O-V-E
Changed the whips about a week, yes I do agree
Louis V on my carry-on, yes indeed
Have to pay for it tonight as you charge a fee
Order the PJ at one, we land tomorrow at three
Steak and shrimps, caviar for seven days
Let’s flick it up for my dawgs in the cage

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

I’m a keep it real with you!
Lookin’ exotic
Got a half mil’ on me
I’m ’boutta to recount it now

21 Savage – Fresh (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gucci Mane) (21 Uzi Album)

[Intro]
Ha, its wizop
6ers
1600, 1600 1600
Stand up
Huh

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s so hard to take the trap out a trap nigga
I’m a coke dealer dressed like a rap figure
A Guy Fisher type of nigga, I’mma die richer
Posing for pictures with the strippers and the pot flippers
I’d rather lie to ya baby then I lie with ya
I seen you with his shit, I ain’t finna ride with ya
Pitching underhand I’m a knuckle ball pitcher
You off base I call you out, I’m the hind catcher
You ran off, guess you thought it’d be a cakewalk
Stealing base, got caught, let the K talk
Got me digging in my safe at the safe house
Like I won’t pay a 100k to blow ya face off

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert]
The young nigga stay fresh
I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can show him how to dress

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Okay you know I stay fly, yeah you stay level
Red Gucci leather, yeah Raf Simons sweater
Yeah got rid of my girl, got a foreign with a accent that’s better
Yeah I just had both of them and they came together
Yeah in the strip club with my nigga big Guwop, and Wop we just changed the weather
Somebody grab my sweater, cause I just changed the weather
Yeah we make it rain together, we make it rain together
All of my diamonds VS’s, so you know that mean it connected
I told that girl just to bust it
The first time she met me
I told that girl just to neck it
Yeah young nigga hustle put diamonds in necklace
Yeah flexing, finessing that’s all in my vessels

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert]
The young nigga stay fresh
I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can teach him how to dress
The young nigga stay fresh
And I can show him how to flex
Another nigga with a check
And I can show him how to dress